#ria art moment

[ganbaria-art]

Sisters’ tea party

#ria art moment #digital art #touhou #touhou project #embodiment of scarlet devil #remilia scarlet #flandre scarlet

[loviatarsluv]

The Last Vampire Spawn

inspired by this post by @fangsandfeels as well as this gorgeous art by @ria-neearts above that may or may not have made me sob at work when I saw it :)

also inspired by my dire need to hug this poor baby in this scene in particular and give him literally any sort of comfort because god knows he needs it 😭

Astarion x gn!tav / Astarion x gn!reader

SPOILER WARNING! act 3 and the climax of Astarion’s quest line!

CW: violence, death, anguish, angst, blood, gore

rating: sfw (still mature for the listed content above)

in summary: Astarion finally kills cazador and bro needs a hug and a therapist fr

this one is very short I don’t even know the word count lol

Astarion’s guttural and enraged wails echo against the stone walls of the crypt, nearly drowning the sounds of Cazador’s failed attempts at gurgled shrieks as the dagger pierced his body over, and over, and over.

You stand at the bottom of the stairs and watch, gripping onto Halsin as he wraps a comforting arm around your shoulders as the three of you watch in horror while Astarion lets out two hundred years worth of pain, and agony, and hatred into every single thrust of the blade through his old master’s body. Hot tears sting your face as you watch on, tension filling the gaps of silence between your companions.

The vampire lord’s body falls limp before Astarion, bloodied and covered in viscera, lifeless. He takes a deep breath, falling back on his feet as his knees dig into the bloody marble floor. Sobs wrack through his body as he looks down with disdain at the corpse before him.

You exchange a glance with Halsin, a deeply unsettled and concerned face set into his features that wasn’t typical for his usually calm and collected persona. He looks between you and Astarion, and with just a glance, you realize what he’s thinking.

Before you can stop yourself, you run to Astarion, kneeling beside him. He’s too distraught to notice your presence beside him, so you place a gentle hand on his shoulder. He jolts slightly at your touch, then turns his face - his bloody, tear stained, and ever beautiful face to you, crimson eyes filled with a million emotions you couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

“I’m here, my love. It’s over. You did it,” you whisper, voice trembling and breaking.

His eyes scan your face frantically, chest rising and falling rapidly and anxiously, his breathing ragged and uneven - he looks at you, and you look back at him, as you try to force a reassuring smile through your own tears.

His face twists into an even deeper scowl as his eyes dart between you and the ruined corpse crumpled on the floor next to you.

“His death isn’t enough. It’ll never be enough.” He growls, his fists clenching onto the fabric of his breeches.

You stare at him, speechless. You know that no words could suffice or possibly begin to dull the pain that was evident in his face.

“I suffered through two hundred years of pain and starvation and torture… and all I’ve gotten from it all was being the one to see the light leave that monster’s eyes,” he whispers angrily, tears still rapidly streaming down his blood covered cheeks. “It isn’t fair.”

You tentatively move your face so that your eyes meet his once again, nearly afraid of what you’ll see when you do.

His eyes scan your face for a moment, and he presses his lips into a thin line.

“And where were you twenty years ago? A hundred? Where were you when I was new? When I was one of those innocent young men you’d come to the rescue for?” He barks, his voice booming and bouncing off of the stone walls and into your ears making your head pound.

“Astarion—“

“How dare you! How dare you come to me now… when I’m this!” He wails, his voice cracking on the last word, his shoulders slumping.

Hot tears return to your waterline and pour over your lashes as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into your chest and cradling his head.

He presses his face into your chest, eventually wrapping his arms around your waist and melting into you, causing you to fall backwards slightly as he practically lays on your body, sobbing into your gear. He grips the back of your shirt as if his life depended on it, even though for the first time in what felt like a while, perhaps it didn’t.

Because despite the roiling dread in his gut - he was free. At long last.

You tangle your fingers into his hair, gently rubbing circles into his bare back as you let him cry. Sob. Scream. For as long as he needs.

The others slowly migrate closer, but not too close, not wanting to interrupt or intrude, just silently exchanging sympathetic glances, and a flash of pride across Karlach’s face as she looks on.

After what felt like hours, Astarion goes quiet, his breath slowly evening out. He sniffles, then slowly lifts his head so his eyes meet yours.

You place a hand on his cheek, wiping a tear away with your thumb. He closes his eyes, savoring your touch, and sighs.

“He’s gone,” he whispers, almost too quietly for you to hear. As if he were mostly whispering it to himself. “He’s really gone…”

You nod, rubbing small circles on his cheek with your thumb. “I am so, so proud of you.”

He offers you a small, weak smile, that you return in kind. You place a kiss to the spot between his furrowed brows, his tense body relaxing only slightly into your touch. He still feels coiled up like a serpent ready to strike, still heavily on guard despite Cazador and his minions being long gone. You presume it will be a long while before he truly relaxes, but you feel more than willing and ready to be there every step of the way.

#this one had a lil kick to it! #idk why im just very emo about him lately #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion fic #astarion fanfic #astarion fanfiction #bg3 #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3 #my fics #one shot #short fic

[emo-batboy]

i'd like the chart thanks!

Also, there's another person who wants to rp Leo, can they?

Okay a few people are asking for the chart so here’s the current chart!! (I took out some characters that are still not as fleshed out. That includes Nathan, Ria, Nina, Ashley, Zoe, Ray, Maggie, and the hater and Metropolis characters, but they’re all filler characters rn)

A Wild Battinson Character Lore Continuity

- Felicity

- Oldest of the bunch, right between Millennial and Gen Z

- Works at an office, besties with everyone there. Corporate girlie (does use the term girlboss)

- Like if a Gothamite/Bruce Wayne fan was swiftie-coded?

- She has a pet pitbull, you know that kind of white girl

- Tatum

- Goth U, Comp Sci major

- Keeps everyone he knows online at arms length so we don’t know much, has a small close knit friend group irl but he’s also mutuals with everybody on twitter because he’s that kinda guy yk?

- But they’re slowly convincing him. He’s getting there

- Marzia

- Oh god poor Marzia

- Italian, born in Northern Italy, English is her second language but you wouldn’t be able to tell if it weren’t for her slight accent

- Biggest Bruce Wayne stan, will go feral, but only gets replies from him at the worst moments possible

- *snorts like cocaine* “Please don’t do cocaine” is my personal favorite

- Goth U, she gives art major vibes but tacked on a double major in psychology last minute so now she’s staying a fifth year

- Reads smut, writes smut, part of the poetry club, def on booktok, you know the type

- Alejandro

- Runs an ice cream stand in the park on the weekends when it’s warm enough

- Bi, Dating Leo (pfp is them holding hands because he’s a whipped son of a bitch)

- He’s like if that normal-looking kind of athletic guy who always wore sweatshirts and basketball shorts to class just suddenly mentioned he had a boyfriend one day.

- He’s straight-coded but more specifically “the straight guy that gay guys have crushes on against their better judgement”-coded

- Knew the whole time he was bi but never REALLY liked a guy until Leo 🥺. whenever he looks at Leo, he’s got those madly in love eyes

- Thinks Batman is hot and suffers constant torment from Leo (who has a crush on Bruce) because of it

- Ale just wants to be bench pressed is that too much to ask? But It’s his fault he’s a twunk dating a twink so—

- Goth U, Really interested in tech stuff but he’s actually a sports medicine major. He wants to be a physical therapist for athletes

- Cannot hold his liquor

- Smile Watch

- Who knows

- It’s a mystery

- Lela

- Goth Girl

- BFF’s with Nico (goth girl, e-boy solidarity)

- Also good friends with Natalie, they lined up all their gen Ed’s together

- Chill in a Morticia Addams kinda way. She is Morticia Addams actually

- Mom owns a convenience store, she helps out after classes a lot

- Studied for the MCAT, did pretty well, she wants to be a doctor (probably neurosurgeon but it depends on what internship she gets)

- Currently completing the undergrad to grad program at Goth University with a masters in public health

- Natalie

- Former intern, now ASSISTANT at Wayne Press

- Got the job because she impressed Bruce with her good reporting skills, now works mostly on organizing press releases and maintaining Bruce’s public image

- Great at her job because she knows social media and Bruce Wayne Stans the best (she is one obv)

- (Babysits Bruce when Alfred is busy, how did this happen, why is this her job now? She’s tired of his shit lol)

- Still technically working part-time because she hasn’t gotten her degree yet, but she’s set to work full time after she graduates Goth U in May

- Sometimes while sitting at her desk she just gets that perspective shift where she’s like “how did I get here” Bruce Wayne Stans’ dreams do come true

- Caleb 🤡

- Literally 18/19 but aging faster than humanly possible with the stress he’s under

- Used to work at Bat Burger, left because the babysitting gig required more time

- Lives with his aunt who’s already retired (used to live alone, she never had kids or a husband so she’s loaded) He’s staying cuz his parents are super busy and travel for work :) and guess what crime-filled alley their window overlooks? I’ll give you one guess

- Babysits Tim, used to be a less serious gig but his parents have been out of town a lot lately (just vacationing without their child 🙄) and thankfully Caleb lives right across from their swanky apartment so he’s practically a nanny now (read: older sibling/third parent)

- Took a ton of childcare courses for this job and now he’s kind of interested in working at a daycare maybe? If Tim doesn’t kill him in his sleep first

- Recently graduated Goth High, now takes online classes at Goth Community College while deciding what to do with his life

- Jarod

- Recently graduated Goth High, now taking a gap year before starting GothU in the fall. Him and Caleb were always in the same classes so they’re super close (they’re the youngest)

- Future Comp Sci/English major (he wants to be a video game writer)

- Has a younger sister, and technically the oldest child but spiritually he’s the middle child.

- His parents and Priyanka’s parents are close friends so he kind of grew up seeing Priyanka as an older sister. That’s why they’re Like That.

- Literally so fed up with Priyanka, it’s not even funny (yes it is) but the second you’re rude to Priyanka, he will deck you, watch yourself

- Katie (Sweater Thief)

- ER Nurse at Gotham General Hospital, mostly does night shifts

- Gives chronically online energy when she’s online, but everyone in real life wouldn’t suspect a thing because she’s so good at having her life together (the code switch will give you whiplash)

- Surprisingly older than most of the others despite being Like That.

- Literally graduated with a 4.2 GPA how tf?

- BFF’s with Leo then became BFF’s with Ale too after they started dating (she is slowly corrupting Ale and I think that’s beautiful)

- Creator of the Babygirl Bruce Wayne Agenda and PROUD

- Priyanka

- Works at coffee shop owned by her mom called Caffe Mood. She plans to run it one day. Currently a barista

- Goth U, business major (accounting)

- Bilingual, knows Hindi

- LESBIAN QUEEN

- Despite being gay, She is allowed to think Bruce Wayne is hot, that is her Right

- Mad fucking crush on Georgia, calls her Georgie. Intends to never tell a soul. Will fail miserably

- Dead fucking set on the idea that Batman’s a vampire

- But she thinks everyone’s a vampire so—

- Her parents and Jarod’s parents are close friends so she kind of grew up seeing Jarod as a younger brother. That’s why they’re Like That

- Jarod is constantly on her nerves, wtf Jarod (but be mean to him and she’ll kill you)

- Leo

- Works at bookstore called Gotham City Bookstore

- Gay, Dating Alejandro

- Twink (derogatory)

- Swears his gaydar is the most accurate there is (always wrong)

- Made being gay his entire personality because he had an identity crisis in middle school and proceeded to have a massive crush on some straight guy all of high school (that guy was Ale, Leo’s gaydar is so off)

- BFF’s with Katie despite being a few years younger. They were in a high school production of Sweeney Todd together and the rest was history

- Calls every single celebrity gay as a joke, Ale reigns him in if he’s getting too out of hand

- Used to have a mad celebrity crush on Bruce, still kinda (definitely) does

- Attends GothU, undecided for a while but ultimately settled on mathematics because it’s ironically his best subject

- One of those mf’s that needs to be held back at all costs, god help Ale

- Rose 🌹

- Works a tailoring job full time

- Good friends with Felicity, she’s like the black cat to Felicity’s golden retriever

- 70% super nice and chill, 30% wild card party girl

- Gets drinks with friends a lot, tweets when drunk but no one can tell the difference. It’s amazing

- Does not seem horny, is horny. But like normal about it? If that’s a thing

- Nico

- Kinda plays the straight man of the group if the straight man was emo

- BFF’s with Lela (e-boy, goth girl solidarity)

- KING of twitter roasts. He makes memes to end lives.

- Pansexual, single, and probably writing bad poetry in his diary about it but don’t tell anyone

- Goth U, actually dunno the major. Probs public health with Lela but doesn’t want to be a doctor. More like research parallel to social sciences

- Has a 8/9yo sister named Madelaine whom he would die for despite not expecting to be an older brother so late in the game (what were his parents thinking)

- Has tea parties with her and all that jazz. She steals his eyeliner and chain accessories all the time, also she’s friends with Dick and Barbie (yes, Barbara Gordon) so sometimes he watches over their play dates

- He’s a “tough emo boy” so he totally doesn’t laugh at Madelaine’s puns. He’s a bitch ass liar

- Kellyanne

- GothU, marine biology. Transferred from GCCC with an associates degree to save money but now she’s got a full ride cuz of the WE higher education fund

- More recent Bruce Stan

- Pretty poor upbringing, that’s how she met Bruce Wayne. He bought her whole family groceries one night after her card declined at the convenience store trying to buy dinner

- Now she’s in it for the long haul :)

- Lia

- GothU, fashion merchandising

- A GIRL’S GIRL

- Older sister also attends Goth U, but she’s in med school

- More recent Bruce Wayne stan, still not particularly in with the culture and jokes but getting there

- Friends with Georgia and Elizabeth irl. Elizabeth was in the same sorority before graduating first. Got to know Georgia after Lia found her dog with Bruce at the park outside GothU. They party together now

- Elizabeth

- Graduated GothU last May and worked an internship at LexCorp, immediately regretted it but snagged a job at WE (thank god)

- Now works as a research assistant at Wayne Tech in the R&D department for commercial products

- Didn’t really get the whole Bruce Wayne Stan thing until Bruce Wayne personally wished her a happy birthday?? The man is so sweet?

- Absolutely loves her job but still screams at rubber ducks over faulty code in her little cubicle, but that’s the industry she chose so it’s a give and take

- Met Natalie through Stan twitter and now they DM each other about working at Wayne Enterprises

- Doesn’t post much on twitter but follows the main Bruce Stan accounts, irl friends with Lia and Georgia

- Georgia

- Has a dog named Bean

- GothU, majoring in like three languages, polyglot (including Hindi 😏)

- Works at a retail home decor kinda store (home goods?)

- So lesbian-coded, but does not know it yet. Priyanka is her gay awakening. She is now a regular at Caffe Mood (She thinks she just likes the coffee (yeah right))

- Works at Goth U’s admissions department over the summer too

- Once got drunk and locked herself onto a roof by accident, ended up hanging out with Batman (he offered to break into her apartment for her but she said “nah”)

- Jane

- Works at Wayne Enterprises

- Runs bring your kid to work day (idk what her actual job is but she’s an Essential Worker, okay?)

- Very sweet, 10/10, looks on the bright side but never in a toxic positivity way

- Super social too, became work friends with Bruce because she’s nice but not draining to his social battery? They have lunch on occasion

- Watched the Graysons die with Bruce, call that trauma bonding

- Watched her toxic ex’s car burn to a crisp after a joker spree and took a selfie with it (she can have a little revenge, as a treat)

#a wild battinson #battinson #bruce wayne #batman

[noteriii]

not to be a simp but id do anything for more shoto x streamer!reader where they are so obviously into each other and everyone ships them 😔 shoto the things u do to me

i hope i did your request justice, anon! i really enjoyed writing this and feeding the shou simps out there >;3

shxtou x streamer!reader

synopsis: moments you and shoto had on stream and one off

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the “shoot your shot”.

leaning closer to the screen, jaw clenched and eyes focused, you visibly scowl at the sound of his voice laughing. not with you, no. at you. your 2D model seems to glare as you bite your lip in anticipation, skillfully aiming your mouse in the perfect spot. the stream chat flooded with random words of encouragement as you were in a valorant “training” custom game. your opponent? beloved vtuber companion, shxtou. shou, if you wanted to be nice to him. 

“come on, y/n. if you get this headshot i’ll give you a big sloppy kiss.” your friend says, a teasing smile contaminating his tone. your viewers watch as your character’s eyes widen, mimicking your real self. the heart monitor seemed to pick up on your flusteredness as well, but you chose to ignore it. with careful movement, you see his chosen agent, back to you. with quick actions, you take the shot and laugh to yourself, reading the small ‘HEADSHOT’ title come into view. shoto yells in response to his death, shocked to his very core. “there is no fucking way. no way.” he repeats in disbelief. pulling your microphone closer to yourself, you glance into your camera. “come on, shou. where’s my kiss?” you asked him lightly, causing him to laugh. he seems to have gotten closer to his microphone as well, speaking lowly as if right into your ears. “you’ll have to come over to get it, sweetie.” he says effortlessly. 

your chat blows up like never before. 

“DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT??”

“Y/N PLS”

“DO IT DO IT DO IT”

“OSGOHS SHOTO AND Y/NGHEOGUHESOG”

your heart races as you lean back into your chair, letting out an airy laugh. “eww don’t say stuff like that!!” you giggle, covering your face in embarrassment though the camera couldn’t catch the bright blush on your face as you read the chat from the corner of your eye. “no, come on. i promised you the kiss and you deserve it.” he says to you lightly as his character respawns. he walks over to you in game and presses shift, his agent moving up and down excitedly. “okay wait c’mere.” you tell him, moving closer before laughing. “mmmmwwuaahh!” you made a kissy noise as you pressed your character against his. he copies your actions, giving your game agent a multitude of overexaggerated kisses. 

you inwardly wished they were real- and so did shoto. 

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the “besties only”. 

“hey babe.” you say, creating emphasis on the cheesy nickname. “aww goodmorning, darling. how are you?” he instantly banters back as you cringe to yourself. “i’m a lot better now that we’re talking, sweetie.” you reply to him, stifling your giggles as you watch your friends’ models exchange looks of shock. mysta rias is the first to speak. “i’m sorry, did i miss something? why are you guys flirting?” he asks, causing both you and shoto to burst in a small fit of laughter. “can’t i flirt with my super totally real boyfriend?” you ask in between your laughs. iron mouse scoffs at your statement, joining your laughter. “boyfriend? no way you managed to pull someone so easily.” she jokes, laughing as you sit there, in shock, as you try to calm your laughter. “nah, mouse, that was FOUL.” you laugh. shoto speaks up again, “haven’t you guys seen the fan art? the guildies and (whatever you call your viewers) love us together.” he explains. in the midst of the chat messages, you read that he was, indeed correct. “yeah, a little too much.” mysta says, fake gagging to show his disgust. “aww are you jealous it’s not you they’re drawing him with?” you teased into your microphone. everyone laughs and they accept the joke. you and shoto always joke-flirted. this was nothing but you and your friend messing with them and all of your viewers for the content. shxtou and you? nothing but a duo who liked to laugh.

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the “comforting”.

you were wrapped up, sitting with your legs hugged towards your frame comfily. it was getting colder, as winter approached, so you and your 2D model were bundled in a sweater and f/c blanket over your shoulders. you felt at ease and comfortable at your desk, a warm cup of coffee sitting safely to the side. though you felt warm and cozy, your friend was on edge and anxious. as he played a new horror game, you had decided to watch in attempts to keep him company whilst he streamed. on his screen was the game and his character, along with yours sitting right on his shoulder cutely. “what if whatever’s chasing you is over there?” you asked him, half jokingly. the purple haired streamer stopped in his tracks, turning around. “nope. i’m done. y/n i don’t like this game.” he panics, running away from the place you had mentioned. laughing at his reaction, you read through his chat every once in a while. 

“shoto, i was joking. im pretty sure you should just-” your explanation was cut off by a scream, causing you to let out a small yelp in surprise as well. as the monster chased him, you laugh lightly. “y/n help i can’t please i don't know where to go!!” shoto pleads for help as his game character proceeds to run. “i can’t help you? i’m not playing!!” you tell him quickly. “y/n,”your friend whines, “hold my hand at least. this is scary.” he tells you in what you think was a pouty tone. “want me to hold your hand? i can hold your hand, shou. don’t worry.” you tell him comfortingly. though you could not do it at the very moment, his heart warmed hearing the words. his viewers awed at your interaction, accepting the normal flirty banter between you two. that’s all it was, though, for now. 

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the “subtle hints”. 

letting out an over exaggerated sigh, you glanced into the camera, pouting. your 2D model, of course, mirrored your actions to the stream. “guys,” you say to your chat, “shoto is so mean to me.” you claim, a false sadness lacing your voice. “what- what are you even saying?!!” the other person in call says. “look! he doesn’t even know what he did wrong!!” you plea, starting to ‘cry’ to your viewers. “n/n, come on..” shoto says with a defeated sigh. his tone makes you hold back a laugh. “no! you’ve hurt my feelings already. we’re done!” you say dramatically. “chat, you’re not allowed to ship shoto x y/n anymore!” you say as your friend gasps. 

“tHEY WERE ACTUALLY DATING?” 

“NOOOO SHXTOU PLS” 

“y/n yOU CANT SAY THAT” 

“NOOGOERHGOEUGHNOOOOOO” 

you bite back a smile at the flooding chat, glancing at your phone sitting on its stand on your desk. on your screen, a muted facetime call with your friend on the other side, smiling as well. his hair was messy and, from the camera angle, you see the black hoodie and a peek of white sweatpants. he glances over to you, flashing you a smile that causes your heart to burst and a blush crawling onto your face. your flustered expression and his smile doesn’t go unnoticed by your stream, a whole new flood of messages flowing through. but, you didn’t really bother to read them right now. not while shoto mouthed a faint “i love you.” to you through your personal call. no, it was truly just you and him. and though you’d only ever known him through a screen, you smile at him and mouth the words back. 

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the “peppermint”.

you were exhausted, to say the least. after a straight week of back to back streams, you were grateful for your short two day break. though it wasn’t a full, laboring job, it takes a lot to just sit in front of a screen and entertain others for hours on end. more so because they couldn’t actually see you. setting your headset down after a particularly long stream, you lean against your desk- elbows resting on the hard surface as you cradle your head in your hands tiredly. you absolutely adored your job and the friends you’ve made along the way. although, sometimes, you needed a break. with a sigh, you stand from your seat and stretch in an attempt to sooth your tense muscles. while you stretch, there’s a ring from your front door. fixing your hair messily as you move to open the door, you wondered who could be visiting you on a random tuesday afternoon. from the peep hole, you see a mop of dark purple hair you could never mistake. 

opening the door, you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding as he wrapped his arms around your frame. “what are you doing here?” you ask him, your friend, your duo, and the one who you held so many feelings for. “i heard you were having a bad week so i came over..” he explains, his embrace tightening just a bit. you buried your face into his chest, taking in a whiff of his cologne. “you flew over here just because i’m a little moody today?” you joked, entirely grateful that he was here, right in front of you. he runs his fingers through your hair, kissing the top of your head. “say it already, you missed me.” he says lightly as he awkwardly shuffles you both back into your small apartment, closing the door behind him as he attempts to keep an arm around you. you look up at him, feeling a blush crawling onto your face at this new sense of closeness. “i missed you, shou. thank you for coming over.” you tell him quietly, sincerely. he looks into your eyes and you look into his, getting lost in the dark shades. “can i kiss you?” he asks you quietly, almost afraid to ask. the moment you nod, his lips are on yours gently. they were soft and you could taste a hint of peppermint before he pulls away, cupping your face with both of his hands. he smiles at you, causing your heart to beat faster than it ever has before. “fuck, y/n.” he mumbles, “i love you so much.” he tells you before kissing your face all over, holding back his laughs as he does so. you giggle at the affection, smiling at him. 

“i love you too, stupid.” 

#shxtou #shoto x you #shoto x reader #shxtou x reader #shoto x yn #shxtou x yn #vtuber #vtuber x reader #shxtou fluff #shxtou x you #noteriii

[misslavenderlady]

MONSTER MANIA CON POST!!

This weekend was an absolute dream come true! Everything I had hoped and dreamed for my very first convention. And I'm incredibly grateful that I got to be there with @ghoulgeousimmaculate @bloodsuckingfiends & @silvermaplealder (and his friend Jess). Everyone was so kind and fun to be around. I'll give the rundown of who I met in this post and I'll add another post later on with more pictures!

💜💜💜

The first day Ghoulie and I checked in early and got all dolled up to meet Alex Winter first. I got both an autograph and a photo op with him. He seemed a little tired/out of it and I assume that's because he JUST got back from the U.K. and went straight to the convention. His photo op was super quick and I was only able to pose next to him, not with him.

But still, he was super cool and was very happy when I told him how I introduced my fiancé to the Bill & Ted trilogy. I also showed him an art commission I requested of Ricky Coogan! He was a nice dude overall 😄

The second day Maple and I dressed up as David and Michael! I even got the honor of doing his makeup to make the cosplay extra authentic. He gave me some of his amazing, homemade stickers as a "thank you"! He was hands down the best looking David cosplayer in the whole convention.

I got to get an autograph from Heather Langenkamp before doing a selfie with her. I was the last one to see her before she left for photo ops. She was an absolute delight! I talked about listening to her episode on the Dead Meat podcast and we had a bonding moment over that. When I posed with her, I did a peace sign and she copied the pose.

Then she said "that's such a coincidence because I wear THIS every day!" and she pulled out a necklace with a peace sign charm. She was just so delightful 😊

Billy was an absolute dream. He has the most warm, caring look in his eyes and was very interested when I talked about how The Lost Boys got me back into writing. I was getting a little emotional, and I could tell he was on standby if I needed some help.

I had a photo op with him later, but I paid an extra $10 for a selfie with him. My hand was trembling from my nervousness and he was kind enough to hold it steady so I could take the picture. He made sure I was comfortable the whole time I interacted with him. 🥰

Also, I picked out a picture of Paul and Dwayne to be signed as a way to honor Brooke. When Billy saw it he said "awww I love this pic! 🥺" I was fighting tears ngl.

Kiefer was an incredible guy!! I decided just to do a photo op and not an autograph because people were lining up at 3 IN THE DAMN MORNING and I wasn't about to do that lol. He loved the outfits that Ghoulie and Maple wore, and it was such a delight seeing his smile. He was so kind with me. Very welcoming and didn't hesitate to shake my hand or wrap an arm around me for our picture! I think he was still is a great mood after seeing Maples perfect cosplay lol

The last celeb I met was Jason, and I gotta say, I think he was my favorite. Jordyn wasn't exaggerating when she said he was so nice. He was by far the kindest person I met at the whole convention (and that's saying something considering everyone was a delight to meet). I felt like he truly cared about meeting every single fan and was genuinely listening with interest when I told him the story of how @michael-after-hours got his name from Michael Emerson.

When I tell you his face LIT UP when he saw my cosplay. He was so overjoyed and it made me even happier to be dressed as Michael. The joyful energy was just so infectious. 🥰

I'm so incredibly lucky to have met all of these wonderful icons in horror. They truly did care about their fans and made the whole experience extra special. I would do it all again in a heartbeat if I could.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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it's pribe :) nijien celebrating pride month hcs

no matter where you are or where you'd like to be; how loud you wear your colors or keep them close to your chest; to everyone that can take up the room, and to everyone that needs to be safe; the ones that have their identity down to a T to the ones that have questions to the ones that don't define themselves: we are siblings, and we are beautiful as is.

so here's some vtuber fanfic lol. stay safe and have a good pride everyone!

tags: no reader insert lol, just pure pride month celebrations, also EVERY SINGLE NIJIEN VTUBER this is gonna suck to tag

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

every day is a party and every moment is a treasure. they live unapologetically, and loud, loud, loud! they eat and drink as they please, with confetti in their hair and and glitter on their skin, the music of the parade drifting in and out as the streets paint colors under their footsteps:

doppio dropscythe, luca kaneshiro, nina kosaka, selen tatsuki, vox akuma

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

not so social, but joyous nonetheless. their workspace might boast a flag, or on other days they wear their colors themselves in accessories or outfits. a sticker on their belongings. it's intimate. there is love in the everyday, pride in normalcy. they are what they are and embrace it:

ike eveland, kotoka torahime, maria marionette, reimu endou, shu yamino

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

it's with their friends that they feel most at home, and most themselves. small gatherings under the overhead light. one pours a drink for the rest of their chosen family. another tells stories of where they've been, how nice it is, their latest endeavor. we're safe and calm as we are. we're here:

alban knox, elira pendora, millie parfait, rosemi lovelock, scarle yonaguni

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

what they dream is more than what could ever be, and what they dream is beautiful. memories sculpt through art and thought becomes song. words are only as much as they feel, and even though the pen is dark on the paper, the spectrum of the rainbow bleeds through the margin. their creations are their own celebration:

aia amare, enna alouette, fulgur ovid, ren zotto, uki violeta

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

indulgence is the greatest form of celebration. they feel as they feel, and who are they to reject it? especially when they're surrounded by so many that think just like them. they connect with others. sometimes for a night. sometimes two. and sometimes for years as their relationship shifts with time, always cherished:

aster arcadia, finana ryugu, meloco kyoran, mysta rias, pomu rainpuff

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

it's almost just another day for them. there's a different air as they walk, but they act as if it were any other month. they go about their business as they always have, their mind set on their own goals, but the world around them morphs into flags and color. they continue. and when they see their own flags, a surge of happiness runs through them:

hex haywire, kyo kaneko, sonny brisko, petra gurin, ver vermillion

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

#nijisanji en #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias #shu yamino #vox akuma #kyo kaneko #ren zotto #aster arcadia #doppio dropscythe #hex haywire #ver vermillion #fulgur ovid #alban knox #sonny brisko #uki violeta #luxiem #noctyx #iluna #xsoleil #lazulight #obsydia #ethyria #nijisanji x reader #4402 writes #what do i need to pay staff for this post to show up as published on june 1 #i tried to make every identity ambiguious. ofc we know the obvious ones like gay uki and bi vox #but also inclusive to gender hcs polyamory and aspec/arospec as well! #you all deserve the world! stay safe stay respectful and happy pride!

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♥️When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress♥️

Art not mine.

Minors DNI

Warnings; Top!SugarMommy!Natasaha, Bottom!SugarBaby!Maria, Mommy kink, Semi-Public, oral(Nat R), Fingering(Ria R), Spit kink, knife kink,pussy spanking, degrading, Praise, Maria being a bit of a brat, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort.

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WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME MARIA IS 5’10 IN THE COMICS???

“Natty!!!” Maria exclaimed, holding her phone in front of her face while she laid in her bed. Natasha’s been gone on a business trip for two weeks and Maria is growing lonely.

“Hey baby, I need you to grab something off the porch.” Natasha said, out of breath. Maria got up and walked to the door, “Why are you so breathless Sweetie?” She asked as she opened the door to find a small white shein bag, she bent down to pick it up, it didn’t seem as if anything big? When she began to walk back, Natasha finally answered, “Fury made us run back to our rooms after training.” She gasped.

Maria sat on the couch and sat the bag down on the coffee table, assuming it was something Nat bought for herself. Natasha scrunched her nose and she furrowed her eyebrows, “Princess, I need you to open it.” Maria raised her eyebrows, why would Nat buy her something when she wasn’t even with her? Maria stopped thinking and grabbed the bag off the table and took her pocket knife out of her belt, cutting open the bag slowly, not wanting to rip whatever is inside.

When she finally got the bag open, she pulled out a black, sparkly dress, with the back cut out and a diamond cut where her chest fits. Maria smiled, she looked at her phone and Natasha grinned. “You like it Ri?” Asked Nat, she knows she does, she knows if she gave Maria a pebble she’d be happy, Maria was spoiled but she wasn’t a brat about it, Natasha didn’t have to give Maria anything except a single ounce of love and Maria would pounce on her like a puppy.

Maria nodded slowly, “you really didn’t have too, as much as I like nice thin-.” Natasha cleared her throat and cut her girlfriend off. Maria stopped immediately, she knew Natasha’s love language was gifts, but she hated Natasha spending money on her, she didn’t want her to think she was only in it for the money. Though Nat knew it, Maria didn’t even know she was rich til’ a year after they were dating.

“You deserve the best. Now, the quinjet is coming to get you in about 15 minutes, we’ve got a party to go to.” Maria Nodded and waved Natasha goodbye, she left her phone on the table and went upstairs to change.

She finished and went to look in the mirror, Maria can’t believe Nat would let her wear this, let alone buy it for her, ‘I look like a slut..’ she thought, she let down her hair and decided to not do her makeup. It was strapless so she couldn’t wear a bra, not that Nat is going to mind, you can see the sides of her breast, and part of her back. The dress ruffled mid thigh, leaving the rest of her legs exposed.

Grabbing her purse, running down the stairs and snatching her phone. She sat quietly on the porch with her boots on, struggling to find a Bobby pin in her purse. She groaned, getting frustrated. Looking all over for about 8 minutes before the quinjet arrived.

She watched as it let the stairs down and she looked at the pilot, walking off the porch and up into the jet. “Evening Miss.” Maria said, Looking around the jet. She didn’t know this pilot, she was..new. ‘I’ll miss Patricia..’ Maria thought, wondering where her old friend had been.

“Do you need anything before we leave?” Maria heard as she walked to, and sat in her seat. Watching as the girl closed up the door and walked to her, she thought for a moment, “Oh! It’s be great if you had a Bobby pin!” Maria flashed a smile, causing the attendant to grin back, pulling a pin out of her pocket, Maria looked carefully at her name tag as she was taking the pin, ‘Robin’ she read, making a mental note.

She watched as Robin walked to the front into the drivers seat, sitting down, and putting her seatbelt on carefully. Maria examined her rings, then she began thinking about Natasha and her rings, oh how she missed playing with them while holding her hands. As much as she loved her big bad superhero, she missed her soft girlfriend. Robin cleared her throat and Maria looked up, raising her eyebrows, “Ready to head to Tokyo ma’am?” Robin asked, flipping some switched and grabbing the wheel. Maria pushed one of her eyebrows down into a confused look.

“Tokyo? Jesus fuck Nat..” Maria mumbled, Tokyo was so far and Nat knew her girlfriend gets sick on long rides, “would you like to stay?” The older girl asked looking in the rear view. Maria moved her head left and right, “No, Natalia would kill me if I skipped.” Robin chucked , Maria tried not to look at the window, pulling the shade down. When she did she felt her phone ring, picking it up and answering the FaceTime from Natasha.

“Hold on Honey, I’ve gotta pin my hair.”Maria said, grabbing the pin and focusing on herself being mirrored on the phone. Holding the phone with her knees, trying to keep it pointed at her as she pulled the side of her hea I’d back and pinned it. “Thank you Robin!!” Maria said when she finished. Grabbing the phone with her hands, and checking her hair. She nodded and finally looked at Natasha, “I’m mad at you. Tokyo?! You know I get sick..” she said, frowning a bit looking away. Natasha giggled, she called Maria’s name so she could look at her. “Mommy’s so sorry honey, I’ll make it up to you.” Natasha husked out, Maria pouted and her face heated up; becoming a red color. “Fuck you Natalia.” She mumbled.

Natasha raised her eyebrows and fluffed her ginger locks, clicking her tongue. “I’ll get you for that one baby.” She whispered, Maria looked down, and stuttered, “Where- Ugh Where’s Patricia?” She asked making a knowing look at Natasha, she truly was sad, her and Patty were good friends! Natasha stared at Maria for a moment, smiled, and began to talk, “she..wanted something that was mine. I had to get rid of her.” Natasha shrugged and looked to the side and answered a question, someone who Maria assumed to be Wanda. She looked at Natashas side profile, god, that jaw line, those lips, her piercings? Maria thought it was so totally hot. If she wasn’t turned on before she definitely was now, Nats many earrings made her hotter, Ria loved her more each time a new one was added.

Natasha turned back to Maria, smiling, having caught the Raven in a Lustful trance, Snapping out of it, she smiled, awkwardly. “You start going up yet?” Natasha asked, Maria looked out her window the best she could with the shade down, “Holy Fuck!” She yelled, looking away as soon as possible, Natasha distracted her so much that she didn’t notice the jet was moving..let alone flying? “It’s okay Ria, I’ll buy you whatever you want as an apology.” The redhead smiled, blowing a kiss. Maria giggled, trying to forget about the plane and the whole flying thing.

Maria watched as her girlfriends phone was snatched and a brunette and blonde came to screen, Wanda and Carol, they always teased Maria. “Awh! Is your sugar mommy gonna buy you whatever you want?? Sweet little babyyyyy!!” Carol taunted as Wanda made disturbing kissy faces in the background, along with a ‘Mwah!’ Here and there.

“Natalia, if you don’t control them I’m hanging up.” Maria said, hiding her red face, she head Wanda laugh, out of the corner of her eye she saw the phone move, looking back to see Natasha, “she’s a fucking Strawberry!” Maria heard one of the girls from a distance. Natasha shook her head, grinning, her idiotic friends were so mean, as Maria says anyway.

Maria yawned, she tried hiding it from a very caring redhead, but obviously failed. She was a Russian spy after all. When Maria yawned again, Natasha knew she was tired, knowing her, she probably hasn’t slept 8 hours in the past week combined. “Baby, take a nap, it’ll be good for you, there’s about an hour til you arrive.”

“I’m not a fucking child, you can’t tell me what to do.” She barked, Natasha only looked at her. They sat there for a few moments, just making direct eye contact, before Maria broke and took her eyes away, looking at her lap in shame. Why would she say that? ‘The punishment is gonna be so bad,’ she thought, keeping tears at bay. Just the thought of a punishment, she could feel it. She could feel her face all hot and her ass all red and pained, her skin all cut.

“You wanna be a big girl and make your own decisions?” Natasha says, eyes hooded, not even looking at Maria. Maria knew she wasn’t angry “angry”. She did know that Natasha snapped when Maria didn’t listen like she’s supposed to. Maria knows that she has no power, she loves it, yes, but she also forgets sometimes. Maria sighed. “Maybe I should find a baby who listens..” Natasha mumbled, hoping, as well as succeeding to catch Marias attention.

Maria’s head snapped up, tears falling from her eyes. “No mommy ‘m sorry! I’ll be good..promise..” Maria said, wiping away a few tears with her wrist. She didn’t want Nat to leave, knowing she won’t, she just, can’t stand even humoring it. Mommy is her everything. Natasha looked at her baby, and smiled, “take a nap sweetheart, I’ll be here when you wake up.” Maria nodded, pulling out a small food table and setting up her phone, making sure Natasha could see her, Maria got comfy and snuggled into her seat, Natasha began to hum as her girlfriend closed her eyes. Maria absolutely loved when Russian lullabies were sung to her. Especially when she understood her girlfriend every once and awhile.

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As time passed, Natasha sat there, talking to Wanda, and looking at her beautiful, sleeping, girlfriend. That is until Maria started letting tears fall from her eyes as she woke up. Nat immediately went to hush her. Telling her that it’s okay.

“Natty?” Maria choked on her sobs, Natasha replied with a few, ‘I’m here,’ as well as ‘Shh it’s okay baby.’ Maria nodded and tried to calm herself down rubbing her arms and taking deep breaths. “You okay honey?” Natasha whispered, shushing Wanda and Carol, Maria mustered out a small noise. Smiling a bit to show her girlfriend she’s okay.

“Plane crash..” Maria whispered, wiping tears with her hands. Natasha nodded, “Miss Hill! We’ve landed.” Robin said, from upfront. Maria stood up, dusted off her dress, and grabbed her purse, as well as her phone, waving off Natasha due to the fact she’s going to see her in a few. She watched as Robin pressed a button to open the jet door, walking to the door, she waved the pilot off, walking out and seeing Natasha outside. Running and jumping into her arms, she rubbed her head into her neck, smiling. “Missed you lots.” She mumbled, Natasha kissed Maria’s neck, speaking into it, “Missed you too Maria.”

Maria let go of Natasha’s neck, as Nat held her things around her own waist tightly, they stared into each others eyes, Maria doesn’t think she could ever get tired of Natasha’s green eyes, they’re the most beautiful. She cupped Natasha’s face and brought her in for a kiss, she was happy to feel the warmth of the redheads soft pink lips again. Two weeks felt like forever and Now they were actually face-to-face. Maria giggled into the kiss as she thought about it. Despite being an agent, she was still a kid at heart and giggled at the thought of kissing the girl of her dreams. Even as she was doing it.

When Natasha put her down, She grabbed The Raven girls hand and pulled her inside, smiling as the fact her girl was actually here and not on the other side of her screen. Though the videos were ever so cute and hot, Natasha wanted to hold, cuddle, kiss, and laugh with her in person. As they walked into the building, Maria began ranting about Tokyo and It’s origins. Natasha loved her little nerd, smiling, and playfully pushing away, she said, “you fucking dork.” With a big grin on her face. She pulled her close the second she finished her sentence, wrapping her arm around Maria’s waist as Maria wrapped her own around Natasha’s shoulders.

When they made it to their room, Wanda and Carol (And carols cat.) we’re sitting in one of the two beds, laughing, probably talking about something stupid. “Heyyyy it’s the sugar baby!!!” Maria huffed, crossing her arms and looking away. Setting her bag down, and laying on a separate bed from the two. “They’re not wrong babe. You are kinda my sugar baby.” Natasha whispered, leaning down to kiss Maria’s cheek, Maria groaned and turned away playfully. Natasha noticed this fake attitude and immediately began to ‘tickle it out of her’ she liked to say, pinching at her sides and her thighs, smiling as Maria tried to push her away as she giggled loudly.

“Don’t you have a party to get ready for?” Maria asked, finally getting Natasha off her. The girl nodded, pulling Maria up and dragging her to the bathroom. “Why do I have to be here.” Maria asked, sitting on the bathroom sink. Nat shrugged as she pulled off her T-shirt, and grabbing a white button up and a red blazer. Maria reached out and grabbed Natasha’s bicep, squeezing it a bit. Moaning at the touch, Natasha chuckled, taking Marias hand off so she could put her shirt on.

“Can you help me with my tie?” Natasha mumbled out. She’s always been embarrassed that she couldn’t do it alone. Maria laughed and hopped off the counter, tying it around her girlfriend and tucking it into the blazer. Maria was caught off guard by her girlfriend pulling her by her hips, pressing their fronts together, Maria tried getting out of her grip, never forgetting how strong her redhead was, she didn’t even humor the idea of succeeding. “Get in here! We gotta go you horny fucks.” Carol yelled, knocking in the restroom door aggressively.

Natasha let go and Maria went to open the door, walking out and fluffing her hair. Winking at Natasha who caught up to her. “Don’t forget who’s in charge pup.” Natasha whispered, slapping Maria’s ass. Just the reaction Maria wanted. She loved when Natasha touched her, the slightest touch sets her off and makes her feel so loved. Reminding her that she’s loved by a beautiful woman.

“Soooo Natty. I was wondering if you could get me these shoes? They’re not expensive! Probably like 20 bucks..you don’t have too! I just know you like to and I don’t wa-.” Natasha brought a finger to her lips. Getting Maria to quiet down, pulling her wallet out she handed Maria a card. “Get whatever you want.” She said, grabbing Maria’s hand as well, the Raven haired girl furrowed her eyebrows.

“I don’t- I don’t want your card Natalia. I just wanted a 20..” she said, trying to give it back. Shoving it to Natasha. “Did you even read it? It’s got your name on it baby. Use it for anything.” Maria sighed. There’s no getting by Natasha and her need to pay for everything Maria wants. Maria shoved it in her boot, along with her pocket knife that she kept for safety measures. “Charges you. Right?” She rolled her eyes when Natasha nodded. They walked down stairs into the basement where the party was.

When they walked in, all eyes fell on the two, Maria grew anxious and clung to Natasha’s arm. She didn’t like a lot of people around. It made her insecure. Are they looking at her or Nat? Why are they looking? Is something wrong with her hair? Is her face in a bitch expression and people think she’s a rude person? “Baby it’s okay. I’m here.” Natasha whispered. Kissing Maria’s hand as they went to find an empty seat with the other avengers. When they sat down, Maria sat next to Kate and Nat. Holding her girlfriends hand, she begun to make conversation with Kate.

“I’m gonna go get some drinks, Mmk?” Natasha said, pulling away. Maria’s eyes widened. Tears threatened to form and fall, “mommy don’t go..” she whispered. Making sure Kate can’t hear her. Natasha shook her head and reassured Maria she’d be back. When Maria looked back over, Kate smiled, waving a bit, “So, uh Mrs.Hill..Is Nat like, your sugar mommy?” Kate asked, rubbing her neck, afraid she crossed a line.

“I guess so..? I don’t want her to pay but I don’t really have a choice. She gave me a card and everything.” Maria sighed, rolling her eyes a bit, “and it’s Miss.” she mumbled, almost inaudible. Kate nodded in an understanding matter. Maria looked over to see some girl trying to run on Natasha. Instantly jealousy washed over her, who is this girl? Why is she on Natasha? She watched as Natasha pushed her off and walked away quickly. Maria’s eyes followed, when Natasha finally made it to her she smiled and took her cup. She swished it as Nat began talking, “I know you don’t drink much and I really need you to be sober tonight.” She said as Maria took a sip, recognizing the drink as Big red. “Can we dance?” Maria asked, setting her cup on the ground. Natasha laughed, wondering why Maria would ask and not just drag her onto the dance floor. She grabbed arias hand and drug her out there, putting her hand on her waist and flipping her so she could grind her back on Natasha’s front, embarrassed Maria slowly began grinding, “Come on baby. You’ve got it.” Natasha whispered in her ear, setting Maria off, she started to grind and dance more confidently.

They were like that til’ near the end of the song when a voice came from the crowd, yelling the words, ‘Holy fuck, that shit’s hot, come fuck with me!’ the phrase went unheard by Maria, but definitely not by Natasha, leaving Maria confused when she was pulled and close up by her girlfriend. Opening her mouth to speak, not being allowed, due to Natasha kissing her, staring the man directly in the eyes. She stared daggers. Daggers that dared him to try again, as if she wasn’t a deadly assassin. When Maria pulled away, not being able to breathe; She laughed, pushing Natasha’s hair away. She could stare at her for ages. Never would she get tired of looking at the giver beauty. Her beautiful, emerald green eyes. Who could even say no to them? Natasha stared back. Smiling when Maria laughed. Each word spoken by the taller girl gave her butterflies. Butterflies that lasted for hours. No one was more perfect than Maria Hill. Natasha thought Maria deserved everything in the world. So she gave her everything. She gave her the best money could buy, anything for her beautiful girl. Natasha gave Maria a card so she’d be happy, so she never had to worry about it declining if Natasha somehow forgot the payment. She wanted Maria to live without a care in the world. Everything she needs can just be handed to her because she shouldn’t have to bend over backwards for it. She’s too perfect for that.

“Nat!” Maria yelled, snapping Natasha out of her mindset. Staring up at Maria. She smiled. When her attention was caught, Maria spoke again, “I need you..please.” Eyebrows raised, Eyes lit up, lips turned into a smirk, pulling Maria across the room, Giggling as she almost tripped a number of times. Maria let herself be dragged away, making sure to be there if Natasha fell. It was no secret that Natasha didn’t know how to handle her clumsiness.

The stairs are way tripped her, having Maria catch her when she fell backwards. “Be careful mommy. You could’ve been hurt.” Hearing herself being called mommy set off something in Natasha; Because this time, it wasn’t innocent, her baby said it with a full smile on her face. Maria knew what she was doing. Natasha hurried up the stairs and threw herself and Maria into a dark corner. Pushing herself up against the wanna and pulling Maria close in by her hips. She began to kiss, bite, and suck, at Maria’s chest. Going on her toes to kiss at her upper neck, leaving blue, red, and purple marks just about anywhere she could reach. Just when she had enough she pushed Maria down by her shoulders.

“Down on the floor you mutt. Make mommy happy and eat my pussy.” Natasha spat out, without question, Maria got in a more comfortable position and pulled at Natasha’s dress pants. Pulling her boxers to the side, she stared at Natasha’s beautiful, wet, pink pussy. Thinking of all the ways to please her mommy, she got lost in her own mind, only to have her head pulled back by her hair, she opened her mouth to speak, but instead, she got a mouth full of her partners spit. “Swallow. Be faster bitch.” Maria nodded as she swallowed Natasha’s saliva, immediately going to lick at her clit, teasing with her tongue, smiling up at Natasha. Licking her slit, up and down.she softly sucked at her clit, smiling when Natasha grabbed her hair and pulled her closer.

“Right there slut, yeah just like that.” Grinding down on her face, and moaning each time Maria’s nose brushed her clit. Maria sped up, she was rather impatient. The wetness between her legs was beginning to ache, and her heel just wasn’t enough. She tried grinding on Natasha’s boot, only to be scolded, and kicked away.

“Disgusting slut. You can’t even get mommy off before you get greedy.” Maria laid on the ground, looking up at Natasha, she whined, when Natasha’s pants were pulled back to her waist, she grabbed a chunk of Maria’s hair, picking her up and throwing her against the wall. “Wanna be a slut baby? I’ll treat you like one.” She smiled, and with a quick movement, she slapped Maria’s, wet, aching, throbbing count through her panties. Lifting her dress, Natasha smiled at the wet patch on Maria’s underwear. She slapped it once more as Maria moaned, in pleaser and pain. “Mommy..please.” She begged. Natasha laughed in her face. Natasha got down to her knees,

When Natasha’s hands wrapped around Maria’s ankles, Natasha sighed. Pulling out Maria’s pocket knife. She put on a fake Frown. “Why do you have this? Is mommy not,” she paused, putting the knife down, and grabbing the end of Maria’s dress, “Strong enough?” She whispered, as she tore a slit up the beautiful black gown. A loud whimper came from the girl above her.

“No- mommy’s so, so strong I- Oh my god!” She elicited, as Natasha cut open her panties. Grinning at the cut she’s made, she grabbed each side and ripped them enough to see Maria’s whole slit. Running her fingers along it. Maria’s hips jump, only to be pushed against the wall, grabbing the knife, Natasha pulls it against Maria’s inner thigh. Marking the letter, N, into the soft, delicate, meat. Tears formed in Maria’s eyes, she knew not to let them slip. Mommy hated crybaby’s. She breathed carefully, watching the stairs to make sure no one is coming up them. “Oh my Jesus!” She practically screamed, realizing a pair of fingers pushed into her entrance.

“Oh shut up.” Maria tried to be quite. Truly. But when Natasha’s soft, long, pale fingers came in and out she couldn’t help but whine. Maria felt that she was just going to explode. She knew asking to cum would make it so much worse. Feeling her blood run down her thigh, she was in so much pain and pleasure.

Feeling her walks tighten, she cried. Tears fell from her eyes as she begged and begged to be able to cum. “Oh mommy, oh please! Please, I’ll be your best girl, I’ll do whatever you want, oh pretty please.” Screaming, she’d realize that she caught the attention of many avengers, just below them. “Cum Princess. Cum for mommy, you’ve got this.” Natasha was light and gentle. In reality, she wanted to get Maria out and into their room as soon as possible, so they can avoid any people who’d come to complain about the noise.

As Maria came, her legs shook, and she’d have fallen of it weren’t for Natasha. She was truly worried that she would be taunted for coming early, Natasha left her on the edge so many times while she was away. Instead, kind and Reassuring words fell from Natasha’s mouth. “Let me carry you baby. You’re too sore. It’s okay, mommy’s got you.” Picking up Maria, she walked calmly and slowly to the elevator.

Getting into they’re room, Maria got placed on the bed, removing her own dress and underwear. Covering herself with the blanket, she laid and stared at Natasha. Getting into bed, Natasha pulled a small black box from the nightstand. Putting on a small smile, she stared at a tired Maria.

“Ree. Will, uh, oh my god- okay. Will you marry me? I’ll give you a big proposal in fron-.” Maria cut her off with a kiss, a long one in fact. Pulling away, she nodded, smiling. Laughing, out of breathe. Natasha placed the ring on her now fiancés finger. Laying next to her and holding her waist.

#lesbian #mcu fluff #mcu smut #natasha marvel #maria hill #blackhill #riverthelesbian

[itsthestutterforme]

From the Past [2/2]

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, dark themes (angst, cheating, murder, disposing of body, attempted assault)

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Aemond has been lurking around you since the dance you shared at the banquet. Your mother, Ria, agreed that you stay at Kings Landing for a few more days. Within those days, Criston Cole is hosting a tournament for all of the houses to compete in. And Alicent is hosting a courting ball for you to pick suitors.

So there will be little free time to relax. You weren’t exactly excited at Alicent’s offer. First it started with prying questions. “Do you have a husband, Y/N?” She would ask. “No, your Grace.” “Betrothed then?” You shook your head and her lips pressed into a frown.

Whereas Aemond was holding back a smirk. Aegon didn’t bother to hide his. “A beloved? A lover? Anyone?” “I’m afraid not, your Grace.” “Why, Y/N? What have you been doing all this time?” “While there have been temptations, I’ve been busy with raising dragons and attending lectures,”

You and your mother shared a look in a silent conversation. She was asking why I didn’t tell her about the best friend slash lover you left back home. To which you said, because it’s none of their business. Aemond clears his throat and takes a sip of his wine.

“Oh really? What kind of lectures?” You and your mother made eye contact once again. “Tahtib. It’s an Egyptian martial art.” “Goodness, Y/N. You’re fighting?” “I’m.. training to fight, your Grace.” She had a look of pure horror on her face. It was quite funny.

“Absolutely not. No lady should raise her finger to defend herself. That’s what a kings guard is for,” she eyes your men. “That may be true but I enjoy training. It’s empowering.” “It’s dangerous. Your beauty attracts them and your strength challenges them,”

“I feel like I have two mothers,” you said with a sigh, reaching for your wine. “And you allow this, Ria?” “I wouldn’t if she wasn’t exceptional at it. One of the local training shops want to hire her as a trainer,” “What?” “It’s best if you don’t say anything else, mother. It might give her a heart attack.” You retort, earning a snort from Aegon.

“Then we shall hold a ball. A courting ball for you to attract suitors. It should be no problem for you, “ you took another gulp of your wine. “I don’t have a choice in this, do I?” You asked. “No,” “Lovely,”

There you sat at the center of the table with your mother and Alicent on either side of you. You wore a thicker, formal dress and strong perfume. Your make up was done up and clips were in your hair. You were about an hour into the event when you mother asked if you could have a moment.

“Are you trying to save me from Queen Alicent?” You teased when she let you into the hallway. The sadness in her eyes alarmed you. “What happened? Is Kegan and Hugo okay?” “Yes, they’re fine, honey. It’s about.. Jaskier.” “What about him?” You asked after a long pause.

“What happened?” “Word just sent from back home. They found him dead in his sleep.. the sickness took him.” She strung out and you held your chest instinctively. “I’m so sorry, honey.” Aemond and Haelena were walking down the hall when she broke the news to you. “Oh God no,”

You fell into her arms, your tears clouding your eyes. Your body shook with sobs as your mother held you. Then you came to a revelation. “I told you we shouldn’t go. I told you it wasn’t a good idea. But you were so hell bent on coming here!” You snapped, pulling yourself away.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” She sobbed, trying to reach for you but you took a step back. You went back into the room to grab a pitcher of wine. “Y/N, are you alright?” The Queen asks. “No, your Grace. And I don’t wish to talk about it.”

Haelena and Aemond joined your mothers side and you walk in the opposite direction. Aemond takes a step to go after you until he heard your mothers voice. “Let her be. She’s grieving.”

**

You spent the entire night drinking your sorrows away in the library. You could barely get up from the bench without falling. Aemond had spent some time looking for you, not expecting you to be in the library. But when he got there, he saw one of the suitors talking with you. What caught his attention was your unconscious state and the man’s ringed hand ascending up your bare thigh.

He didn’t notice Aemond until he stepped out of the shadows in the doorway. “P-Prince Aemond, I was just.. it’s not what you think, I swear. She agreed..” he trails off when Aemond’s eye darkened, sending a chill through him. “She’s unconscious. How could she have agreed?”

Aemond stalks towards the man who was trembling like a leaf on a tree. “I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me.” All Aemond could see was red. If he didn’t walk into the library in time, gods know what he would have done to you. You were in a secluded area with no guards. Anything could have happened to you. And that’s what sent him over the edge.

He wasn’t fully aware of what he was doing until he felt warmth on his hands. He soon realized it was blood. His eyes refocus on his hand, which now held a dagger. And the dagger slicing straight through the man’s throat, his eyes wide as he feels the life drain from his body.

Aemond removes the dagger and the body drops to the floor. He uses the hand cloth on the table to wipe his hand of blood. “Y/N,” he starts, gently shaking your arm. You groaned in response, your body weighted with sleep. “Y/N, let me take you to your room. It’s not safe here.” Aemond explains but you weren’t receptive to it.

You only hummed in response, leaning forward so your head is resting on his chest. His cheeks warmed at your skin touching his. He tries his best to shake the feeling and focused on gathering you in his arms. You were dead weight at this point but it didn’t bother Aemond any.

He was just enjoying having you in his arms again. When a kings guard walks passed him in the hallway, he tells him, “Block off the library. No one goes in or out. Summon Criston Cole to deal with the matter.” “Yes, My Prince.” The kings guard states.

The walk to your room was a few minutes. When Aemond arrived, he saw your mother standing outside your chambers. “What happened to her? Is she alright?” Your mother asks. “She drank multiple pitchers of wine. She needs lots of rest.” “Very well. I trust that she is in good hands.” “Lady Ria,” Aemond calls when she turns to walk back to her chambers.

“When I found Y/N. Prince Ivan was in the room with her when she was like this.” She looks to Y/N sound asleep in his arms. “What did he do?” “Nothing thankfully. His hand was on her thigh when I got there. And that was the last thing he did.” “Good. Is he hidden?” “No, I left him in the library. I asked Cole to take care of it.”

“That’s not necessary. I can do it.” “Are you sure?” “He was going to do harm my daughter. It’s the least I can do.” He nods before holding you in one hand and opening the door to your chambers with the other.

He gently laid you down and turned to leave, not wanting any thoughts to invade his mind. Not to harm you, of course. He wanted to hold you and keep you safe. But it wasn’t his place anymore. “Stay,” you murmured. Aemond looks over his shoulder at you and you were wiping your eyes of sleep.

“What did you say?” He had to make sure he wasn’t hearing things or if his own desires were speaking to him. “Stay here with me. At least until morning, please.” Tears pricked your eyes and you sniffled a moment. You were starting to sober up and memories were starting to make its way to the surface.

Aemond approaches the bed and sits down next to you, opening his arms for you to lay in them. You took one of his arms into your hand and cried into the crook of it. “Was he your beloved?” “Yes, but he was also my best friend. I would have invited him here with me, but he wasn’t fit to travel.” You explained with a sniffle.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” “I’m scared to sleep because I fear that he would come back to haunt me. To tell me that he called for me and I wasn’t there for him.” You croaked. “If you want, I can watch over you while you sleep.” “Then.. you wouldn’t sleep.” “It’s alright,” you laid on your side and rested your head on the inner part of your arm.

He mimics your movements and you move closer to him. Your eyes are eager to close as you gently inhale the calming scent of his cologne. You fell asleep within minutes. The soft sounds of your snores put him at peace and he was fighting sleep throughout the night.

You had flipped to the other side and Aemond followed you, his body curling against yours while his arm draped over your chest protectively. The two of you slept in each others arms until the sun came up. Aemond woke up before you did but couldn’t bring himself to pull away from you.

He laid there for an hour, watching your sleeping form until you woke up. Groaning with a pounding headache, you brought hand up to wipe your eyes when you noticed a weight. You relax when you notice it was Aemond’s arm over you. “You stayed,” “You asked me to,”

Turning around in his arms, you held his gaze for a moment. “What do you remember about last night?” He asks. “I remember drinking.. a lot in the library. Someone came into the library but I wasn’t sure who it was. By then I was too far gone. I thought it was you.” “It was Prince Ivan,”

“The creep from the ball?” “Yes,” “What did he do?” “Nothing. His hand touched your thigh and I.. lost it. I killed him.” “You would kill for me?” “I think of things I wouldn’t do for you, and I fall short of one.”

“Then why did you do it all those years ago?” You ask, sitting up in the bed. “Because I was a fool and listened to Aegon. He told me that you accepted a proposal from a suitor. A Stark. Said that you wanted someone with two functioning eyes and lots of wealth.” “After all the years you’ve known me, you actually believed that?”

“I.. believed it because I agreed with it. I wasn’t good enough for you so you found someone else.” “Aemond, you were everything to me. There are men with two eyes that are half the man you are. I didn’t care if you owned a castle or a small farm house, I wanted you. I was willing to give everything to you, and you broke me.”

“I’m sorry-“ “So this was Aegon’s doing, you say?” Aemond hummed in response. “Seems to me that he was envious of our relationship,” “He admitted to me a year after the incident. Said there was nothing more in the world that he wanted than for a woman to care for him like you did me. If he couldn’t have it, neither could I.”

“The woman didn’t mean anything. I just needed something to distract me from the pain I was feeling. I’m sorry, Y/N.” he adds, clearing his throat as he stands from the bed. “Aemond,” you caught his hand and he freezes. He sits back down and looks at you tentatively.

“May I?” You motioned to his eye patch and he hesitates for a moment. He unclasps the belt of his eye patch and removes it from his face. His gaze remained on his lap, his head turned away from you. You slid closer to him, gently lifting his chin so he looked at you.

“You changed you gem,” you said with a smile and you felt his body relax at your touch. “Do you like it?” He asks softly. “Between you and me? I loved the ruby.” He sighs when you rubbed the apple of his cheek. “Thank you, Aemond.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips. He was stunned at your advances. This seemed like a dream to him. “I should run a bath. I smell like wine and depression.” You joked, standing from the bed. Your cheeks felt warm with embarrassment. Your intrusive thoughts took over for a moment and now you opened up a new can of worms you may or may not be ready for.

You advance toward the door until you felt a hand take hold of your arm. As you turned, he held your face and captured your lips in a slow kiss. His lips caressed your own and fire burned beneath your skin the longer you kissed him. You pulled away from him and looked up at him. “God, I don’t know why I’m doing this.” You confessed, he rests his forehead against yours.

“I-I should go,” “If that’s what you want,” you held each others gaze for a long while, neither of you moved an inch.

**

“There you are. I was just about to send a guard for you.” Alicent says when you emerged through the door. Aemond sits at the far left of the table next to his mother and Aegon. He arrived about ten minutes before you did so it didn’t seem suspicious.

“My apologies for my tardiness, your Grace.” “There’s no worry. It’s completely understandable, dearest. My condolences on the loss of your friend.” She says and you give her a nod. You caught the gaze of your mother and she stood when you approached her. “I’m so sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean what I said.”

You wrapped your arms around her and she rubbed comforting circles on your back. “I know, darling. I know.” “Are you okay?” She adds when she pulled away. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You sat down next to her and pushed in your chair.

You looked up and made eye contact with Aemond for the first time since you entered the room. You held eye contact long enough to raise Aegon’s suspicion. He looks between you a little shocked. Your mother hands you some fresh bread and fruit.

“So, Y/N, did you find any suitors at the courting ball?” Alicent asks. “I’m afraid not, your Grace. They weren’t.. intriguing. I tend to like someone with a little more edge.” “Yes, she does.” Your mother confirms. “So what, you like someone similar to Aegon?” Alicent teases. “Wrong brother,” you said, making Alicent pause.

“You’re reacquainted, lovely. Told you it would work.” She says to Ria. Your mouth fell open. “You knew?” “Of course we knew. You couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. Nor your hands.” You pressed your lips together and met Aemond’s gaze again.

“Oh gods be good, sit next to each other already.” “Go on,” she adds when you hesitate. Aemond stands from his chair and slides into the chair on your left side. He takes your hand into his and kissed the back of your hand tenderly. You let out a breath when he rests your intertwined hands in his lap.

#aemond targaryen x black reader #black!reader #hotd imagine #aemond targaryen

[themarginalthinker]

RPM

(Prompt for @ria-coolgirl, who suggested a sleepover with the boys listening to cheesy pop music! Sorry if this kinda got away from that, but hopefully you'll think it's cute lol)

Paul likes music, and wants something to keep him and everyone occupied. He decides to hit up his favorite record store.

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Call him crazy, call him a tippy-tapping fool, but if ever one was to meet Paul Harris meandering down the Boardwalk, you'd almost have to call it dancing.

Always a tune in his head, always something playing that only he could hear the melody of. Paul danced to the beat of his own drums, and it was some damn good music if he did say so.

Such wandering, feeling the rhythm, took him lots of places. Little pop-up stores that happened over the summer months, here and gone again for the warm nights. Markets and art fairs that stayed active after sunset were fun, Marko liked those. Sometimes he'd mosey into a shop just following an idle thought, see what was about, and under the stares of the clerks (who tried their best to pretend they weren't staring) he'd make his way back out. Usually with something tucked into his jacket or pocket they weren't aware of. (Hey, you can't leave a store without getting something, that was just stupid.)

Tonight, the music in Paul's head was quiet, and disorganized, like a radio you just couldn't get to pick up a signal. It needed tuning - and he needed something to sink his (metaphorical this time) teeth into.

Streetlight Records, his haven away from haven.

Tucked neatly between two much larger buildings, the door for it almost hidden away just around the corner and in an alcove, one might have almost walked right past it. The doorway, however, was lit with garlands of twinkling lights they put out in the summer, and the base of something was humming out into the street, advertising for all who wished to open their eyes and ears, and take a chance.

Paul slips into to the doorway.

The shop was longer than it was wide, and it wasn't a whole lot of that to begin with. Along the left wall and down the straight middle isle, starting basically at the door so close you'd bump into it if you weren't careful, shelves upon shelves of LPs and EPs. Bins filled, racks a mash and collection that a vinyl dragon would go green with envy over. Some were arranged by year, others by genera. Artists' faces in posters and their album art, if they were popular enough, hung from the light strands wound around the ceiling and support beams. Under those were cases of cassettes, displays for tape recorders and the empty tapes to go with them.

The right side was a little less packed, but no less interesting. The glass case under the counter top and register boasted more gift-shoppy material, for those who only knew what played on the radio and when confronted with the font of auditory wonders before them, chose to stay in shallower waters. Racks of post cards, books of music history for the well-listened eggheads, more expensive maintenance tools for people's instruments.

And speaking of, further in the back sat displays of sound equipment for bands. Paul had spent more hours than he could reliably remember giving the old Fender some much-needed love and attention, here with lights and amps where it's rich, rolling sounds could be appreciated.

The place was a feast for anyone looking to discover something about themselves, and Paul was never satiated.

Paul slips past the immediate shelves to get to the front register, hands finding the glass surface and beginning to tap along to the muted cacophony in his head. It was deserted for the moment, but you didn't need supernatural senses to smell that someone had been here not too long ago, partaking in something that made the music sound even better. Paul leans over the desk and eyes the thick, beaded curtain that lead to the back rooms.

"Hey Randy! If you don't come out here someone's gonna come in and steal your signed Grateful Dead shirt!"

Indeed, said shirt was hanging up, proudly displayed on the wall behind the counter. It was a much prized possession - and in some real amount of danger from some fingers more sticky than not. It was also a surefire way to get the attention of a certain shop owner.

There's some sounds from behind the curtain, shuffling and maybe something falling over as someone jumped up, either at the threat or the owner of the voice issuing it. Paul hears the shout back before he can actually make out the words. If there were words being said at all.

Judging from the practically-visible cloud that follows the man who emerges from behind the curtain, it's more likely the latter.

Randy's and older dude, not 'old' but certainly a decade and a half Paul's (visible) elder. His hair is crow black, shoulder length and wavy, held back with a tie and a wrapped, psychedelic bandana. His eyes are blown to space, he's got a red press mark on his face, clearly the picture of a man getting ready to close up for the night and getting the evening come-down started a little early.

He'd probably known who had come in from the shout, but seeing him at the counter changes something in his face. How his back straightens. Eyes dart to the doorway, and then into the depths of the store. Looking for people who follow like ghosts in each other's wake.

His shoulders only relax a little when he finds it's only Paul, still looking at him expectantly. His half-smile could simply be the weed, and being tired. Paul lets it be.

"The man of the hour," Paul says, holding out a hand.

Randy huffs a laugh, and reaches out to take it, grasping it and pulling it in to touch forearms. To his credit, he no longer reacts to the cool skin as it touches him. One too many smokes - or maybe one too many touches with something like Paul to bother reacting.

"Yeah, sure. Only for you."

Paul takes his hand back and places it on his chest. "I consider it the highest honor, dude."

Randy nods a little.

These were words exchanged back and forth easily enough. Informal formalities, but a certain script maintained all the same. Like the glass counter between them. Crystal clear, but a barrier.

The shopkeep shrugs, and leans on his elbow. "Well, you got me here. What's up?"

Paul keeps drumming his fingers on the counter. A pattern only he can make sense of.

"Well, believe it or not, I'm actually not here for anything in particular," Paul says. "I'm uh. Actually looking for something along the lines of. New."

Randy blinks, cocking his head a little. "New?"

"Ya."

Believe it or not, immortality came with downsides. Well. Maybe not downsides so much as reoccurring stumbles. One of which being that the 'new' turned into 'old' faster than one would think, and even for someone who could listen to the same song on repeat for a whole day, there was a whole world of new things being made. New songs, new artists, new sounds. Collecting them to preserve perfectly forever like all the trinkets of the past stored in the cave. Immortal memory.

Randy however, looked over Paul like he'd started growing a second head. However, he knew better than to quibble. The script had run out, and Paul was looking at him expectantly. He was the expert in these things, and his customer had asked for goods.

"Well, we do got some stuff here, towards the front-"

Paul knew what Randy was pointing out, but he shakes his head. The silver bangles Marko had threaded into his hair shake with a metallic clicking, his blade of his earring glinting in the low lights. Randy stops mid-sentence, not about to waste Paul's time on the air it took to make the words. He knew better.

"Nah, man, I don't mean like, new releases. I mean just. Like. New. Somethin' different."

Something to scratch the constant itch of eternal stagnation amidst constant, unstoppable change.

Randy is silent, looking at him. There isn't much of a semblance of the polite, sleepy smile he'd been wearing earlier. Paul keeps looking right back at him, fingers drumming, drumming, drumming away at the counter. Nails clicking against the glass. Dragging.

It's only when Paul moves, shifting from one foot to the other, in a fidget, that Randy comes back into motion.

"Right. Sure. Okay, yeah, I just- hang on."

Paul nods a couple times, a little 'sure' thrown in as well as Randy moves off with maybe a little too much pep in his step, especially considering it's back behind the curtain and into another room. Where Paul's relaxed stare isn't on him the whole time.

There's the sound of boxes being moved, the clack of plastic cases - ans to ears more sensitive, dark mutterings. Paul pretends it's the rattling of the old water pipes along the ceiling.

He reaches over, to one side of the counter, and snatches up a couple jacket patches from the bins left out for sale. Marko had mentioned wanting to potentially start a new jacket project soon. Paul tucks them into his pocket.

Randy comes back after a few minutes. In his hands is a box, and in that box is a mess of things. A couple records, their sleeves looking a little battered, more than a few cassette tapes that looked much more recent, though one had a cracked case.

Paul reaches forward before Randy can say anything and pulls out something from the lot - a magazine, and from the provided pouch in the back of it, a small disc.

"Oh, I love Flexis!" Paul says, grin wide. "They're not making them much anymore."

He holds up the small, colorful record disk, and Randy's shoulders relax a little. He'd pleased the beast.

"There's not a whole lot, I think they only ran that edition with the Flexi for a while, but I had it kinda lying around, so."

Paul snorts. "What, you're using this to pawn your junk off on me, man?"

He flicks a finger at the box, tapping it rather harshly. Randy, again to his credit, doesn't flinch. But from the twitch under his eye, it's a near thing.

Paul grabs the box from him before he can try to say anything else. "I'm joshing you, dude. Jeez. You need some stronger stuff if you're this wound up. You know I'll take anything. You got good taste."

Randy lets Paul take the box from him, fingertips meeting for only a second. Paul's nails are sharp against his skin.

Paul tucks his prize under one arm. With his other, he digs into some pocket or another in his coat. From it, he produces a set of bills. He slaps them down on the countertop.

"You're a pal, Ran-the-man. Catch ya next week!"

Without waiting for Randy to open the till or count the money, or even a goodbye, Paul is already out the door. Barely a sound follows him, just the now empty store, playing its low background music under soft lighting.

When the man does blink out of his stupor, and counts the amount given to him for his motley collection of odds and ends, it's enough to make even his mouth go dry.

He doesn't ask, though. Never does. He simply straightens out the notes, and sets the stained paper in the drawer.

-

"Oh, I wanna dance with somebody! I wanna feel the heat with somebody!"

The music echoed in the main hall, the voices rising and falling with it perhaps not the most in-tune, but the enthusiasm was all that was really necessary.

David watches Star try to keep her smile down at Paul as he strikes a pose, singing into an invisible microphone, swaying her own head side to side with the melody. He lets himself smile with her.

Marko and Dwayne occupy the couch on either side of her, critiquing the performance.

"Good hip movement."

"You know, if he permed his hair, he might actually kinda look like Whitney."

"I vote eight point seven."

"No way, this is freestyle, tens across the board."

"No, there's always room for improvement."

The tall blond shimmies his way over to her, and Star can't help but let out the suppressed giggle at his exaggerated lip-syncing. She protests a fair bit as she's pulled up, and brought to the 'dance floor', her eyes flitting over to David who only raises an eyebrow, before Paul is pulling her in, spinning them around in a dance that doesn't exist and is made purely of the need to move and feel the music.

"Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody! With somebody who loves me!"

The tune in his step matching the music in his head, and all around him. Harmony.

#the lost boys #drabble #prompt #my fic #music #there was so much research for simple throw away lines lmao #on the other hand I learned a lot and might want to try looking into vinyls #it seems cool #Streetlight Records is a real place and it's in Santa Cruz! #some artistic liberties have been taken with its building description

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[ganbaria-art]

Touhou AU where everything’s the same, but Flandre just wants to play video games on her gamecube and ps1 :)

#ria art moment #digital art #touhou #touhou project #embodiment of scarlet devil #flandre scarlet #reimu hakurei

[magicalqueennightmare]

Sins & Amends Chapter 14

(Gif by @ banditthewriter)

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary: You always hang tight with Maria and the kids when the fellas are on deployment, unless Curtis calls

Deployments where half your heart was on the other side of the world was something new for you. You'd spent so many years just trying to help Maria and the kids through them you never stopped to realize you'd never even entertained the thought of Billy not making it home.

The first one after you admitted your true feelings was the hardest. You'd find yourself waking up in the middle of the night the first few weeks and reaching out for him only to find half the bed empty. You ended up staying with Maria and the kids as often as possible. You didn't want to admit to yourself just how much it would tear you apart if something did happen to him now.

Once that first hurdle was over you didn't exactly find the deployments easier but you found that you were able to make it through them.

You woke up to the alarm blaring on Maria's side of the bed and burrowed deeper into the pillows with a groan "Ria! Why's it so loud?"

Her laughter hit your ears right before the smell of coffee tickled your nose "I swear you aren't any easier to wake up than you were when we were younger"

You begrudgingly pulled the pillow from your head to see her standing next to the bed with a cup of coffee in her hand "Remember aunt Y/N you promised the kids we'd be up bright and early to go to the aquarium" you took the cup and pushed yourself into a seated position letting the mixture of caffeine and the promise you made Lisa and Frank Jr force you the rest of the way awake.

"Ok let me go grab a shower before the munchkins come and attack" the moment the words left your mouth you barely had time to hand the cup back to Maria before the door of the bedroom busted open and both kids flew full force onto the bed. "Aunt Y/N can we help cook breakfast?" Lisa asked with a broad smile. You glanced at Maria who shrugged so you said "Of course. Go grab the ingredients for pancakes and whatever add in the two of you want" they climbed off the bed and ran towards the kitchen.

Maria held the coffee back out with a smile "Or you'll cook aunt Y/N's famous breakfast then shower" "At least I know they love me" you replied with a smile letting your feet hit the floor and grabbing the cup from her on the way to the kitchen.

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After making a stack of peanut butter chip pancakes for Lisa and Blueberry for Frank Jr you cleaned up the kitchen then headed for the shower while Maria started another pot of coffee.

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You stepped under the stream of water letting it run over your head as you closed your eyes. The kids wanted to hit the aquarium then they'd want to get lunch and somewhere in there Maria needed to squeeze in some back to school shopping.

You pretty much went with them every year. Even when Frank was stateside clothes shopping wasn't very high on his list of things to do. God knows you didn't mind. When Lisa came along you were thrown headfirst into the wonderful land of being an aunt. By the time Frank Jr happened you already had it down to an art. Those two knew you'd go to the ends of the earth for them (even if you overly spoiled them at times)

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Once you were dressed you wondered back into the kitchen to find an omelet sitting next to the pot of coffee. "Thank you Ria!" You hollered up the stairs and heard a muffled "You're welcome!" In return.

By the time you were washing your plate off Maria came down the stairs with the kids trailing behind her. "Well as soon as you're ready Y/N I've got everything together" you nodded towards the living room "My purse is on the couch. Let me grab some shoes and I'll be good to go"

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You watched the sharks swimming around their enclosure. There was something so peaceful about them even if you knew just how dangerous they could be. Almost reminded you of Frank and Billy in a way. When the two of them were with you, Maria and the kids you couldn't find two gentler men but you also knew what skill sets they had and at times you could see that aura of what they could do right under the surface.

Like when Billy had come home from his second deployment once the two of you were official. All of you had went out for drinks and a couple guys had attempted to get handsy with you and Maria. You used the word attempted because once Frank glanced up from their game of pool and spotted you and Maria telling the guys off everything had happened pretty fast.

Frank nor Billy even laid a hand on the guys. No they just walked across the floor and came to stand next to you and Maria. "Honey you ok?" Frank asked Maria his eyes never leaving the two guys. "We're ok Frankie" you replied feeling Billy's grip around your waist tighten. You'd never seen anybody tuck tail as fast as those two guys had.

"Y/N?" You heard Maria call your name and turned around with a smile. The kids were enamored with the giant squid across the walkway. She motioned to the sharks "Did they say something rude?  You were looking pretty lost in thought" you laughed and said "No actually I was admiring how something so deadly is so peaceful when it's left alone"  she watched them for a second then smiled "Yeah you're right"

"MOM! AUNT Y/N" both of you instinctively turned and saw the kids enthusiastically waving you over "THEY'RE ABOUT TO FEED IT!" Lisa hollered and you winked at Maria "Well we don't want to miss feeding time do we?"

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The kids loved the aquarium and if you were honest their enthusiasm had made you develop a love for the place yourself over the years.

As for the back to school shopping Lisa enjoyed the shopping part. Frank Jr didn't want to spend all day trying on clothes but you managed to get him to begrudgingly take the stack of clothes into the dressing room.

Both of them loved shopping for new shoes. Jr ended up wanting a pair of sneakers and a pair of boots. He looked between you and Maria with a smile "I'll get him the boots" you told her and got the look you always did. The clearly "You're spoiling them" look. You simply smiled then looked over your shoulder at Lisa "Lis pick a second pair and I'll buy them" her smile widened before she plucked the pair of boots she'd liked off the shelf and held them out to you.

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You were walking out to Maria's van when your phone rang. You knew it wasn't Billy so you pulled it out to see it was Curtis calling you. "Hey Curt?" You answered and Maria cut her eyes at you. "Y/N...I need your help. You remember that friend of mine Charles?" "Yeah" you replied feeling a knot already forming in your stomach. "He got some bad news today. He can't re enlist and well I'm worried about him" "Pick me up at my place. I'll run in and grab my med bag and be waiting out front" you answered without hesitation and heard him take a breath "Thanks" "Any time"

Maria nodded at the van "Come on. When you get through just let yourself back in with your key if it's too late" you smiled at her in return "Thanks Ria"

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You knew there was one reason why Curt would be calling you. You had access to narcan and he didn't. You didn't know what to expect so you grabbed your whole bag then ran downstairs and saw Curt's car parked right outside your building.

You put your bag in the backseat then slid into the passenger side "Where we headed?" You asked as he pulled out. "I know a couple places we can check. Man Y/N we gotta figure something out to help these guys" "We will Curt. We will"

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Four hours later you were stitching up a large cut across Charles' back while Curtis managed to get some water in him without him throwing it back up. "Curt the narcan bought him around but he's not out the woods. I mean with all the wounds he has I don't want to think about what may happen if he goes into detox without medical assistance"

"I know Y/N. I've just got to get his head straight enough to talk him into a program. I already called someone and got a bed waiting" you nodded and continued your work. After this particular cut there was a gash across the top of his head that would need some staples. You heard your phone ringing in the top of your bag and groaned "Curt! Get the phone! That's Billy's ringtone!"

You listened as Curt answered your phone "Bill.. it's me brother...Yeah... Hold on" he waited until you snipped off the thread then held the phone out "Talk to him. I'll do the staples" you peeled your gloves off and let them fall to the floor before taking the phone "Hey baby" you said the moment you had it to your ear.

You walked away from where Curtis was stapling Charles' head in the small hotel room. "Y/N where are you? It's like midnight there. I mean I know you're ok since you're with Curt" you took a breath and glanced back before saying "One of the guys he knows from the V.A. got some tough news. If we hadn't found him when we did he would've either bled out from the injuries or the drugs in his system would've killed him. Why the fuck they let him get a ninety day prescription of meds after telling him he couldn't re enlist when he'd working towards that goal for months is beyond me"You could almost see the smile on Billy's face when he said "My girl. Saving people even on her day off and willing to fight the government as an entirety over enlisted men and women"  "Well I happen to take it personally" "Is that right?" He asked a teasing tone to his voice "Yeah that's right. I mean I have one who's basically my brother that got out cause he was hurt and another one who's practically my brother that's still in" you teased back with a grin.

"Uh huh" was his dry response so you laughed and added "Plus there's a certain marine I happen to be in love with" "Lucky bastard" he replied without missing a beat. You dropped any teasing when you said "I miss you Billy" "I miss you too sweetheart. We'll get through then we can start building something not only for us but to help some people who need it too"

The two of you talked for a while. You caught him up on what you'd been up to with Maria and the kids and he told you about some of the new guys in the unit with him and Frank. About the time Charles agreed to go to the inpatient center Curtis was talking to him about you heard Frank holler "Bill! Tell Y/N I said hey then c'mon"

"Tell Frank I said hey and I guess I'll talk to you when you get a chance to call again. I sent a few letters off two days ago. You should be getting them soon" you tried to hide the sadness you felt every time you had to hang up with him. "Gives me something to look forward to. I'll try to call tomorrow or the next day. All depends. I love you Y/N. Don't forget that" "Never in a million years. I love you too Billy"

When you turned back around after hanging up Curtis was helping Charles into a shirt and jacket so you moved to pack up yours and Curtis' med bags. "Want me to drop you off at Maria's before I take him?" He asked but you shook your head "I told you I'd help. That means helping the entire way" Curtis smiled at your words and even Charles managed a small one "Thanks Y/N. Curt said you're a good person" you patted his non wounded shoulder and said "I'd like to think I am"

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It was nearly three by the time you collapsed on Maria's couch. Normally you'd share the bed with her but you didn't want to risk waking her. You knew the kids slept in on Saturdays so you would at least manage a few hours of sleep.

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

#au billy russo #billy russo au #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #sins and amends masterlist

[silver-wield]

Feel free to drop spoilers on me, but i read one of your answers to someone else: What Cloud should apologize for? Like i know for Aerith's death(best moment in the game, so good looking, breathtaking even XD) but that answer implies something else, or i'm misunderstanding XD Here have some Cloti fan-art i found somewhere as an apology for my confusion XD

Do you mean this one?

Cloud's owed an apology.

Ria probably won't like you reposting her art, especially to me. She panders to cleriths 😬

#final fantasy 7 remake #ff7r #ffviir #final fantasy 7r #final fantasy viir

[rhiannvns]

danielle   rose   russell.     she/they.     demi   woman.      ›      spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   RHIANNON   "RIA"   HALE   ,   most   likely   listening   to   brutal   by   olivia   rodrigo   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty-five   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -reticent   yet   +incisive   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   carrying   an   ipad   and   sketchbook   wherever   you   go   in   case   inspiration   strikes   ,   half-tucked   white   button   downs   paired   with   mom   jeans   ,   taking   a   moment   to   enjoy  the   little   things   ,   followed   by   their   bergamote   22   by   le   labo   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   a   cinderella   story   ?   rhiannon   hale   spotted   on   a   date   with   one   of   the   upper   east   side's   most   eligble   bachelors   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .  

[  !  ]  WANTED  CONNECTIONS  (  TBD  ).

[  !  ]  ESTABLISHED  CONNECTIONS  (  TBD  ).

penned  by  HECATE  (  she/her  ,  pst  ,  21+  )

OVERVIEW.

STATS  PAGE .

FULL NAME: rhiannon elizabeth hale

NICKNAME(S): ria, riri

DOB: 04/12/1998

AGE: 25

HEIGHT: 5'4"

ZODIAC: aries

GENDER: demi woman

PRONOUNS: she/her/hers 

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: demiromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

LANGUAGES: english , spanish , italian

AESTHETICS:   carrying  an  ipad  and  sketchbook  wherever  you  go  in  case  inspiration  strikes  ,  half-tucked  white  button  downs  paired  with  mom  jeans  ,  taking  a  moment  to  enjoy  the  little  things  ,  remaining  guarded  after  having  to  grow  up  too  fast  ,  a  piercing  gaze  that  conveys  neither  judgment  nor  interest

CHARACTER  PARALLELS:  felicia  hardy  (  marvel  comics  )  ,  jules  ambrose  (  twisted  hate  )  ,  veronica  lodge  (  archie  comics  )  ,  freya  mikaelson  (  the  originals  )  ,  dinah  laurel  lance  (  dc  comics  )

BACKGROUND.

born  the  second  eldest  out  of  four  to  two  loving  but  unfortunately  busy  parents  in  queens  .  rhiannon’s  parents  were  constantly  working  to  make  ends  meet  .  they  didn’t  come  from  money  but  somehow  always  managed  to  make  things  work  .  they  tried  to  shield  their  children  from  their  financial  troubles  .  and  truthfully  ,  her  parents  should’ve  stopped  at  two  kids  .  but  they  wanted  more  so  then  came  the  twins  .  with  their  parents  at  work  all  the  time  ,  ria  and  her  older  brother  had  to  step  up  and  take  care  of  their  youngest  siblings  whether  they  wanted  to  or  not  .  nights  were  spent  preparing  dinner  ,  lunch  for  school  and  helping  their  siblings  with  homework  .  the  eldest  hale  siblings  had  to  grow  up  a  lot  faster  than  the  rest  of  their  peers  .

she  discovers  her  love  for  art  when  she’s  around  ten  .  however  ,  knowing  that  her  parents  couldn’t  possibly  afford  to  pay  for  art  classes  ,  ria  decides  to  teach  herself  .  within  time  ,  she  gets  really  good  at  it  .  they  start  to  use  it  as  an  outlet  .  something  to  let  her  imagine  what  life  would  be  like  outside  the  metaphorical  walls  of  queens  .  it’s  not  that  she  felt  stuck  ,  she  just  knew  it  wouldn’t  do  her  any  good  if  she  spent  her  entire  life  in  queens  .  they  want  more  for  their  life  .

high  school  felt  like  a  challenging  time  for  ria  .  between  helping  their  brother  take  care  of  their  siblings  and  hunkering  down  on  school  ,  it  left  little  time  to  assemble  their  art  portfolio  .  while  met  with  initial  hesitance  from  her  family  ,  she  assembles  her  portfolio  and  starts  applying  to  schools  both  in  and  out  of  the  city  with  excellent  art  programs  .  she  knows  what  she  wants  .  as  soon  as  ria  graduates  from  high  school  ,  she’s  accepted  an  offer  to  attend  parsons  with  a  grant  from  the  school  and  multiple  scholarships  .  still  close  enough  to  home  as  a  compromise  but  at  least  she’s  out  of  queens  .

they  thrive  in  college  .  they  make  connections  ,  lands  internship  spots  as  a  graphic  designer  ,  gets  their  work  out  there  .  eventually  decides  on  becoming  a  brand  designer  .  and  all  that  networking  during  college  pays  off  .  they  go  from  working  for  a  creative  agency  to  freelancing  .  and  then  landing  a  big-time  client  .  one  that  was  looking  towards  rebranding  their  company  .  this  one  project  is  what  gets  her  an  in  with  the  upper  east  side  social  scene  .  not  intentionally  ,  but  an  opportunity  is  an  opportunity  .  and  as  a  result  ,  she  makes  some  new  friends  .  and  even  ends  up  dating  someone  .  it’s  sweet  .  however  ,  ria  doesn’t  ever  think  about  immersing  herself  in  this  life  .  and  despite  having  a  loving  partner  ,  they're  hesitant  and  know  better  than  to  expect  anything  .  

PERSONALITY.

she’s  the  definition  of  an  introverted  extrovert  .  they  can  be  bold  ,  that’s  for  sure  .  lively  .  dominant  .  assertive  .  ria  knows  how  to  work  a  room  to  their  advantage  .  they’ve  got  great  people  skills  .  and  if  it  comes  off  as  social  climbing  ,  then  so  be  it  .  they  didn’t  grow  up  with  the  same  advantages  that  those  in  the  upper  east  side  had  .  aside  from  that  ,  she  prefers  to  keep  to  herself  ,  only  letting  people  in  after  they’ve  gotten  to  know  them  .  and  she’s  hard  on  herself  ,  used  to  carrying  more  than  her  own  weight  .  and  at  times  ,  at  the  expense  of  herself  .  contrary  to  what  others  might  believe  ,  they’re  extremely  loyal  to  friends  and  family  .  it’s  hard  to  break  that  level  of  trust  once  earned  .

HEADCANONS.

this  section  is  a  wip  and  will  be  updated  when  i  think  of  more  things  !  <33

graduated  early  from  parsons  with  a  bfa  in  communication  design  and  a  minor  in  creative  entrepreneurship

did  some  rebranding  projects  for  a  couple  of  fashion  designers

an  apple  girlie  for  the  aesthetics  .  probably  would  have  an  android  phone  but  she  likes  for  all  of  her  things  to  match  so  here  we  are  

currently  in  a  relationship  and  nepoupdates  thinks  it’s  a  whole  cinderella  story  because  who  is  she  ?  where  did  she  come  from  ?  not  much  is  known  about  her  other  than  her  career  as  an  up  and  coming  brand  designer

#nepofm.intro #🍓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ›› rhiannon hale . #intro is finally up :vibe:

[mothxliin]

I really can't believe that there are people who you consider your friends and can believe other people's words so easily. Now what do you want? Kyoten apologized for it and said it was just a joke, but this is really getting out of control. I never call anyone a whore and if they give evidence it means it's edited. For months now I had a fight with Starcity because she asked me to show her a drawing of kawaii_tengu in poipiku, of course I gave it to her kindly because I'm not a bad friend and I support my friends, or that was I thought she was to me. I thought that only she would see that drawing,

After a few days those same drawings appeared on rl34, and I was confused because the author of the drawing said that they doesn't want to show it to everyone because they're embarrassed and afraid that it will be stolen or that it will be reposted somewhere else. At that time I went and complained to Starcity about it and she said that she showed the drawings to a private group where her friends also wanted to see the NSFW drawing that kawaii_tengu made. I told her that she shouldn't have done that because the author said that she didn't want anyone to see those drawings unless they were on a list. (I was on that list.)

She apologized but then started telling me that I shouldn't have laughed at some clone x clone art that her friend made, I felt bad but I was too angry with her because she betrayed my trust.

I blocked her and she did the same to me. All good. But after a few days, I started getting comments like "get out slut", "You're a whore" and MUCH more unpleasant anon questions that I really wouldn't prefer to say.

At that moment I knew that Starcity, or rather Ria, sent her friends to insult me ​​and make my life impossible, not that their comments affected me but they were really very annoying. Ria, Hanggrun and their other friends treat you well but if you turn back to be their enemies, they insult you and want to make your life impossible by saying bad comments and sending their friends to also do the same and sometimes they really affect you.

They are immature, very much so. And the truth is, now they are shouting hate at me and asking anonymous questions that really only show how immature they all are.

I am sick of this. They can't leave us alone or what? People change and people like them don't understand that I don't want any people who like clone x clone, they are unpleasant and I really appreciate the friends and people that understand me really.

I had fake friends that acted the same and then just betrayed you. (Hanggrun.)

But inventing a drama THAT BIG? Now they are trying to turn my friends against me by inventing things, and the worst thing is that they believe it.

I'm really tired, I apologize for my actions and if I acted wrong. I'm sorry, I'm tired of all this invented drama.

What Kyoten did was very bad but he made a simple joke that affected their friend, that's bad. But you all also make unpleasant jokes and we don't say anything.

There are really nasty people who create drama, lies and even make you feel bad and cry because they blame you for things you didn't do.

There are many more things I want to say, but I will remain silent. If they make up something else about me, that's fine. I'll ignore it because I'm tired of all you.

[roobylavender]

OOOOH can I ask why u didn’t like polite society? I overall liked it but I def preferred We Are Lady Parts, also by Nida Manzoor, and ultimately had more nitpicky criticisms of PS than Lady Parts

yeah i feel the same way tbh and i'm wondering if it's bc polite society was a movie as opposed to a show so it didn't necessarily have the same amount of time to really develop its plot points or characters? but i feel like what ultimately bothered me is it was sort of a movie about ria at lena's expense. like aside from that initial scene about lena trying to make art, she was never really afforded personhood outside of the immediate arranged marriage plot and ria largely facilitated that. which i think the movie tried to critique obv but i don't think it accomplished that effectively bc ria was sort of conveniently excused of being held accountable for her obscurity of and projection onto her sister bc she was right about raheela's secret plan all along. so it ended up being less a movie about sisterhood and more a movie about.. ria was right the whole time and ofc raheela was evil and now everyone is happy the end? which is oversimplifying it a bit but that's how i came away from the movie feeling, like i knew absolutely nothing about lena other than that she wanted to do art once, dropped out of art school, thought she wasn't good enough, done. she was never really afforded the same amount of detail or introspection that ria was and resultantly felt like less of a character and more of a prop. i also understand the raheela plot was largely satirical exaggeration but i feel like when juxtaposed against the sister conflict it was very.. awkward? like comparatively in we are lady parts even though there's moments of ridiculousness and exaggeration it does ultimately maintain a realistic tone. and this movie felt like it was split in trying to tackle realism and absurdity at the same time and it didn't mix well for me at all in the end.. like i hate to make this comparison bc frankly i'm not a fan of this movie eitherjklgjdfhkfg but in greta gerwig's little women at least if there was a plot about jo fearing losing her sisters to marriage it was balanced out by the fact that those sisters actually had lives and personhoods and dreams that were shown in full measure. but like i already said lena didn't really get her own perspective in this movie and so it felt more like ria was angry about losing someone to arranged marriage than she was angry about losing her sister. like does that make sense? bc obv within pakistani society the practice and threat of arranged marriage is a very real one and ofc there's a worthwhile story to explore in a younger sister fearing her older sister will lose out on her dreams and aspirations if she opts for marriage out of a sense of failure and depression. but the way that arranged marriage was just so absurdly and cartoonishly portrayed kinda undermined the whole thing for me bc it felt less like ria was saving her sister from a societal institution and more like she was saving her from a random evil cartoon villain

and i think that in turn kinda veers into how most of the characters in this movie generally felt very, very generic. not only when it comes to motivations and archetypes but frankly also culture. like i couldn't really tell what anyone was beyond a generic south asian. culture was such a minimal part of the picture beyond the negative parts of it the movie chose to focus on and i simply find that unbelievable like even the most burger and liberalized pakis i know are entrenched in being paki. and i know that's an unfair assumption to make of any diaspora paki like i'm sure many are not entrenched in culture but it's about the little things yknow? like trinkets around the house, or family pastimes, or little endearments, or trips to paki desi stores. this movie felt so removed from that semblance of the everyday. like it could've been about any group of asians really. and that's a bit ironic too bc despite being a movie about pakis most of the cast were actually indian. which to be clear i'm not someone who gets up in arms about nationalist identity etc like that's dumb and frankly we should never have been separated into two countries. but i think if you're making a movie about paki muslims then they should sound like paki muslims, no? every butchering of terms was not a knife to my chest per se but it was certainly annoying. and i also found it ridiculously hard to believe that even the most posh paki auntie would show up to her son's wedding wearing whatever that atrocity nimra bucha had on was. like even gaudy women dress culturallyglkfjhfg. idk. maybe it's me being too nitpicky but i feel like it's something that bothered me more here than the removal from culture in we are lady parts bc that is precisely the point in the latter: cultural isolation from community. we are lady parts just seemed to go so much deeper into the themes it was trying to explore and i feel like polite society never really broke surface level

#outbox #sorry omg that's so much.. i feel so mean being critical of diaspora media bc it's like! #obv some of this is coming from experience! #but idk i think when you're criticizing your culture it's very easy to fall back on caricature as opposed to substance #and that's what it felt like here #maybe that's something i esp felt bc i've been so entrenched in desi dramas recently and the difference in nuance is. utterly staggering #like maybe it's a personal preference but i want to see abusive and exploitative mothers that feel real and not like cartoons #bc that's what they are. they're not evil for no reason. there's reams of trauma and cycles behind all of it