#robi does art

[robitherat]

The bride and the ugly ass groom

#robi rambles #mlp #my little pony #cadence #princess cadence #princess mi amore cadenza #shining armor #prince shining armor #my little pony friendship is magic #robi does art #the bride and the ugly ass groom #theyve been haunting me

[they-bite]

@reanimatedgh0ul sent me this idea wrt his fanon danny & i had to draw it

#danny phantom #danny fenton #my life as a teenage robot #mlaatr #jenny wakeman #xj9 #does this pairing have an official name #srry robi i couldn't find any of your danny art so i had to go from memory 🙏 #i got heavy redesign inspo for jenny from various drossel figma figurines which is partially why she looks so anime #hot take but i feel like even in a realistic setting she should look noticeably stylized. like as in that's how nora built her #something something neoteny being an advantage in battle situations to give opponents mixed feelings idk #phantombot

[thatonebirdwrites]

Answering Questions for Fun

20 Questions More

This is a deeper and more detailed version of the 20 questions for AO3 fanfic writers.

I yanked the questions from someone in the supercorp fandom. I forget who. I never get tagged since I'm not really well known writer yet (I'm still a tumblr newbie!), so I'm doing this just for funsies and because I like answering questions.

I will be answering this for the supercorp and korrasami fandoms. My works are here (though I do one-shots on tumblr sometimes).

1) How do you keep getting ideas for your ship / fandom?

By existing, reading, listening, writing, watching things, staring at the sky and watching the clouds drift by. Seriously, my ADHD's superpower is generating ideas. So I have way too many of them, and I have a note in my Scrivener projects with all the ideas. If anyone needs more ideas, I'll spin out so many. lol

2) Which authors inspire you in your fandom, and why are they so freakishly good?

So for the Korrasami fandom, that would be @korrasamibottles for their fantastic oneshots, Progman for one of the best post-series fics I've ever read (seriously, the Asami Sato of RRU is awesome), Shigan for some amazing korrasami oneshots, FuzziFox for an adorable and action-y AU where Asami goes south with Korra, lovedeathcats for the best Indiana Jones AU ever, RainbowRosie for a great AU where bending has vanished, paxbanana's Place in the World is an interesting AU take on Korrasami. @asamiontop's Modern world AU is a must read (she also has some great supercorp one-shots). For supercorp? @jazzfordshire has exquisitely written fics, everything @fazedlight writes is gold, @snowydragonscave's oneshots are adorable, @mycatismyeditor has some great AU's that really dig into the characters, @ekingston has some of the best written AU's I've ever read, @karalovesallthegirls has the most hilarious fics ever (Mime fic), robie's AUs are some of the best slow burn I've read, TheUnforgivingMinute wrote a fantastic spookysupercorp, @coffeeshib floored me with their gorgeous prose, @rustingcat not only does amazing art but the fics are such a great slow burn, @chaotic-super's back to Krypton was absolutely goldmine of fun and digging into the lore of Krypton. I could go on. Let's just say I LOVE Y'all's fics. The above are the people who had the most impact on me personally. Where I learned the art of fanfic writing. Since I'm a science fiction writer, I tend toward creative writing techniques that don't always jive well in the fandom realm, so learning from others helps me refine my writing to use the least amount of words for the biggest impact possible. It's also great practice for my original fiction honestly.

3) Aside from the characters of your main ship, who are the characters you love to write?

I really love writing Sam Arias. Nia is also super fun to write, and writing Brainy and Lena arguing about science is always fun too. Alex is a littler harder for me to write (her snark is hard for me to capture), but she's a blast once I get in the right headspace for it. For Korrasami, I really love writing Jinora and Bolin. Asami considers both of them basically siblings at this point, and Korra does too actually. heh.

4) Are there pairings or tropes you know for sure you'd never write about? Which ones?

I will NEVER EVER writing Makorra - that is a clusterfuck I will never touch. Hell, it's why I didn't rewrite book 1 of TLOK for my Shared Moments series because I really didn't want to touch it at all. lol I just skipped to the six months after and started there. I'll NEVER write Lames or any relationship that features Mon-el. Nope. Not touching it. I prefer to write sapphic pairings for the main protagonists. Sure, side characters can have het pairings (like Brainy and Nia), but I won't write a fic with them as the focus. Other folks can do that.

5) What is your writing process and why is it cursed?

Step 1: Wake up, wash up, and get tea. Step 2. Cuddle the cat to prepare myself. Step 3: Put on my compression gloves and stretch my arms. Step 4: Put on the correct playlist (absolutely essential step otherwise it'll throw off the entire scene and then I have to start over.) Step 5: Try to avoid Tumblr. (Doesn't always work, this place is cursed I swear. lol) Step 6. Open Scrivener project (who am I kidding, these primary projects are always open on m computer). Write while my brain is cooperating. (30 to 40 minutes before I got to rest for 45 minutes then I can start writing again. Chronic illness sucks like that.) Step 7: realize I need to research something and lose two hours to that. Step 8: AO3 emailed me! Who commented this time! Oh noes, now I've fallen down the looking at the Internets.

The other thing I do is carry my journal everywhere to document everything and end up with some weird random poetry, drawings, and dialogue from people I overhear. Oh, and on bad brain days, I'll draw cursed images.

I also use Scrivener and go all haywire on all its features to a ridiculous extent. Like, I try to stuff ALL my outlines, research, scenes, into that Scrivener so it's all in one place, that way I don't forget anything. It makes for large projects. ha.

6) What is your favorite part of your writing process?

Incorporating my research into the story in subtle ways to fill out the world and immerse the reader more fully. It's fun to put some of this research in the end-notes for my fics on AO3. (The power AO3 gave us writers with those end-notes!!)

7) What’s the weirdest thing you’ve had to research for a fic?

Maturation of bird species and the DNA overlap with human beings to see if I can craft an alien species that is at least 90% DNA similar to humans but is more birdlike.

I looked up the absorption of chemicals through skin. (This is why I use duckduck go for anonymity for this sort of stuff. LOL)

8) Is there a particular writing rule you struggle with (grammar, spelling, tense, reality in general)?

Reality in general - ha. Seriously though, the chronic illness makes it really hard to concentrate and have energy for writing or really anything. The second thing I struggle with is I have an annoying habit of adapting my tenses to what I'd last read. So if the story I read was past-tense, I'll jump into my writing using past tense (which most of my stories is that tense, but there's two that aren't so that's when it gets annoying).

9) What was your hardest scene to write so far and why?

The hardest scene was the end of Book 3 for Shared Moments for the Korrasami series. Both Asami and Korra (due to the bond they forged by accident at Harmonic Convergence) are captured by Zaheer, so that was a brutally painful set of scenes. Full of pain, fighting, poisoning, and a struggle to survive. I wept through it honestly. Whew. Yikes. For Supercorp, the hardest scene was when Nia assists Lena with her dreams and memories of her birth mother. Those were so sad and I totally teared up writing them. It was also hard to sort out the best way to reveal details without giving too much away either. Since Nia's powers are a little all over the place too.

10) Have your characters ever done something you didn’t expect, changing your plot completely?

All the time! For the TLOK: Shared Moments series, Asami keeps surprising me, so I often have to sit down and remap her timeline, and it always enriches the entire series. For Supercorp, Nia keeps doing things that surprise me. She's like this chaotic good agent that adds in humor and twists that enrich the tale in subtle ways I think. There's many other surprising moments the characters do. That's half the fun! Seeing where the characters end up and if I need to adjust my plans. :D

11) If you could converse with any of the characters, who would it be and why?

That's a tie between Asami Sato and Lena Luthor honestly. But then I sort of think of them as basically the same person (Lena may be more neutral in temperament while Asami is chaotic good. Also, Asami isn't afraid to fly planes and crash them for Korra. Lena would prefer no flying. lol). I just wanna talk science with them. Oh and ask them about how in-love they are with Korra and Kara respectively. (Lena will try to deny it, but Asami will gush and admit it because she's a little more in touch with her feelings). I just love these two so much. :D

12) What are some of the tropes or themes that you find yourself returning to in your writing?

Healing journeys. I really enjoy writing healing from trauma, because I feel like it's so relevant for our times, and the characters never really get that in their series (well, Supergirl characters don't, and they really need it!).

The theme of chosen family is another theme I come to again and again. Partly due to how my life is -- my bio family is not healthy for me (outright abusive), so my chosen family is my real family. So I like to dig into those dynamics a lot.

I also tend to write the survivor narrative a lot. It's a more interesting narrative structure, but it's also less used so that can startle readers. Sometimes in good ways? A good example of a survivor narrative structure is TLOK actually.

Another good example of the survivor narrative is Sam Arias' journey in Season 3 of Supergirl. Maybe I'll write an essay someday on it.

13) What's your most important resource as a writer?

There's isn't any one most important resource. I'd say fellow writers and artists is a great resource, lore books is another, random research books (yes, I have a guide to weapons for writers, guide for poisons for writers, guide to x or y for writers, because I'm a nerd like that), the Internet, and lots of listening to others.

14) Can you share some of your strategies for editing and revising your work?

For editing/revising, I start with SPAG: spelling, punctuation, and grammar. Once I do a few run-throughs of that, then I look at the dialogue -- Is the dialogue true to the character's personality and quirks? Can I make the dialogue more succinct?

After that, I look at descriptions: Is the description immersive? Do I utilize the five senses in a concise way? Can I pare down the description while still keeping the immersive quality? Is there any description that doesn't add to the scene or character's growth and can that be moved to a different scene or saved for later?

Finally, I do a fresh read-through and check how it impacts my emotions. Do I laugh at the funny parts? Do I tear up at the sad/angst parts? Does it feel too dry or not emotive enough? What words could be used instead to better invoke emotions?

15) Which is worse: making the summary, picking the tags, or the anxiety when you post your fic?

Ugh, summaries are the worst. Sometimes it's easier to just pick an excerpt of a scene and slap that as the summary. Tags are even worse. I never know what to use for tags, especially since people seem to be kind of random with AO3 tags. I mean, I feel like some writers just will write a statement as a tag and it's amusing but also confusing.

16) How do you define success for your fanfic - hits? Kudos? Comments? Bookmarks? Or just if you like it?

I don't really measure success.

If I get comments from folks that say they're enjoying it? That's a source of joy for me but it's not about success. Because I'm writing mostly for my enjoyment, but to hear that others enjoy it too? Damn, that's like the best news ever. It really helps me feel better about myself and my writing. Like I'm valued and not forgotten. That I actually have an impact. So yeah, go leave comments if you like stuff, please. Us writers love it.

17) Do you have a playlist for your favorite character / ship?

YES. I Always make a playlist for each project I do. I craft it based on their personality, their character arcs, the mood of the piece, and I focus on a variety of genres. I think about the lyrics of songs and try to match it all together. I might spend way more time on playlists than I need, but since I have them playing as I write, I need them to fit the mood and atmosphere to increase inspiration.

18) If fan art was going to be made from your work, which fic would you pick and which fan artist would you like to create it?

Um. Huh. This is a hard question. I try to draw my own, but I can't do color (y'all that do color, are freaking WIZARDS). I think Confession fic and the scene where Lena resurrects Kara, and if and when I have money again, I'd ask @rustingcat if commissions are open for them.

For Korrasami, I'd choose Book 3 or 3.5 but I'm not sure on the artist.

19) How many WIPs do you currently have?

UM. If I count just fanfics, probably fifteen. I'm actively working on six. (Three in each fandom. Two are usually shorter, and one is the longer fic) If we include original fiction and fanfiction? Uhhhhh. Hahahah, that's like twenty-five or so. I'm only working on one original fiction piece set on my SF world of Elivera.

20) What's your advice to new fanfic writers?

Pace yourself and take some time to edit and revise before posting. Also, take some time to review the transcripts and how the characters talk. That can give some fun insight into the characters and ways to expand on them in interesting ways.

Ask questions a lot! There's so many nice folks in the fandom, and folks are so kind about answering questions. I know because I still ask questions and talk to folks about this, and more seasoned writers have been so lovely.

Write what you want. Don't write for your readers (unless someone requests and pays you for a fic, then I guess write for them. lol) but otherwise, write what you want. This is supposed to be fun. If you're getting stressed out, take a break otherwise you will get burned out. To avoid burn out, take time to rest. Read a bit, do fun hobbies, do some practice writing, and then dive back into your fic.

Yes, it's important to try to finish things, but don't feel pressured. Remember, having fun is crucial! It's okay to take your time. Readers will stick with you if they like your tale.

Happy Writing!

P.S. I'm going to quote Brenda Ueland who wrote one of the best books on writing (If You Want to Write):

“Don't always be appraising yourself, wondering if you are better or worse than other writers. "I will not Reason and Compare," said Blake; "my business is to Create." Besides, since you are like no other being ever created since the beginning of Time, you are incomparable. ” - Brenda Ueland

And:

“I want to assure you with all earnestness, that no writing is a waste of time, – no creative work where the feelings, the imagination, the intelligence must work. With every sentence you write, you have learned something. It has done you good. It has stretched your understanding.” - Brenda Ueland

#korrasami #supercorp #20 questions for fic writers #20 questions

[randomvarious]

Today’s compilation:

Tonal Evidence (usa) 1991 Alternative Rock / Alternative Dance / Industrial / Synthpop / Experimental

Folks, I gotta say that I'm pretty beside myself with regards to this album; not because the music's bad—a lot of it's great!—but because I can't find almost any of these highlights on YouTube. And, I mean, we're talking London's Mute Records here, one of the biggest and most successful alternative labels in the world since its early 80s founding. You'd think every song in their catalogue would be up on YouTube by now, but apparently not. Either no one's uploaded any of this good music that's on this album or Mute practices in the dark art of copyright takedowns like nobody else's business. Either way, it's a shame that I can't make most of this stuff easily accessible to you all 😔.

That said, though, this early 90s compilation from Mute is really good. They're known for being on the forefront of alternative rock, alternative dance, industrial music, and synthpop, and with this US-tailored 1991 sampler of theirs, you get a nice taste of all of that stuff 😋.

Plus, a whole bunch of these songs were exclusives when they appeared on this album too. They may have popped up elsewhere since, but back in '91, if you purchased this CD, you were getting a sweet handful of rare goodies. And now that you can't find them anywhere to stream, I guess they're rare once again 😅. Funny how that works, eh?

Anyway, it doesn't always happen with late 80s and early 90s releases, because the music can feel a little bit primitive at times, but I think I'm more partial to the dance music that's on here than the alternative rock. Kris Weston, a guy who goes by Thrash, and who did other remixes for acts like Depeche Mode and U2 around this same time, does a sweet techno remix of Fortran 5's "Love Baby;" John Robie, a close associate of Arthur Baker, and who played synthesizers on Afrika Bambaataa & The Soulsonic Force's "Planet Rock," delivers a wild, cold, and thick electro remix of Cabaret Voltaire's "Yashar;" and there's a dynamite radio mix of "10 X Faster Than the Speed of Love," by Meat Beat Manifesto, one of the most important alt-electronic groups that's ever existed, and whose breakbeat stylings certainly served as an inspiration to the dawnings of trip hop, big beat, and drum n bass—all with an industrial edge too.

Plus, a shoegazey bit of early 90s indie pop from a Swedish band called Easy. They're actually still around after all these years, having released a brand new album just a few weeks ago. But this song, "Cloud Chamber," which is the second song off their 1990 debut album, Magic Seed, catches them in some of their very earliest days. Pleasant jangle-honking indie fare right there.

Awesome sampler with an eclectic slate that reflects all the different types of alternative music that Mute had its hand in shaping, but I've got almost no links to any of it 😞. Oh well.

Feel free to message me directly if you really wanna hear this album!

Highlights:

Fortran 5 - "Love Baby (Electropathy Mix)" Cabaret Voltaire - "Yashar (John Robie Mix)" Meat Beat Manifesto - "10 X Faster Than the Speed of Love (Radio Mix)" Renegade Soundwave - "Biting My Nails (1990 Remix)" The Weathermen - "Freedom Or Slavery (Conclusive Edit)" Easy - "Cloud Chamber"

#alternative rock #alternative #alternative music #alt rock #alt #alt music #rock #alternative dance #alt dance #dance #dance music #industrial #industrial music #synthpop #synth pop #pop #experimental #experimental music #experimental electronic #electronic #electronic music #music #80s #80s music #80's #80's music #90s #90s music #90's #90's music

[julessworldd]

I was thinking for an Eddie one where maybe the reader isn't popular but she knows everyone if that makes sense and everyone's a bit confused why she wants to hang out with "the freak" but really she's just as nuts as him just quieter aha

Warnings: drugs mentioned, drug deal, cussing, Jason 😷, Steve being a complete asshole. AfaB/Buckley!reader

The reader gives me Steven Hyde vibes, just imagine a fem!Hyde

Eddie Munson was known as the freak of Hawkins also local drug dealer(depending who is talking about him). Hellfire, he was the dungeon master, Dustin, another older brother to look up to. We all know deep down, Eddie is a just cinnamon roll that’s too cute for his own good. Just no denying!

Y/n Buckley, he was her best friend, soulmate, love of her life(he don’t know it yet)! But Eddie was just in love with her as she was with him. Both are total chickens. Robin was her younger sister, she was into art, theater. Really good in every subject, just don’t really brag about it. Also was a stoner, quiet but a good listener and therapist. She had beauty like Rita Haywood, a real looker. She got asked out by everyone: Jocks, band geeks, the stoners, Steve Harrington even tried it. But no one was Eddie or even compared to him.

Y/n’s pov

Robin busted in my room as I was throwing a Runways tee on, “Roby!”, I sighed as she just the door behind her. “I was gonna see if you could take me to school? Steve has to open the store early” “That’s fine, give me a minute to finish” “Does Dustin need a ride?”, I asked zipping my jeans. “He didn’t say but probably will after”, Robin said, sitting a cassette tape down. “Drop it”, I smirked. “Robin! You forgot your uniform!”, I yelled as she tried to book into school. Nancy giggled. “Girl’s feet run faster than her brain”, I rolled my eyes. Robin blushed coming to get her stuff. “Have a good day, Robykins. I love you, go learn something”, I ruffled her hair. “Y/n stoppp!”, she whined. “Hey Y/n”, Jeff smiled as he passed. “Heyy Jeff”, I replied.

It was lunch, I was sitting next to Eddie and Gareth as they were discussing the next DnD campaign. Eddie rubbed my back as Mike was saying something about Lucas. “Over my dead body!” I heard as the group got upset. The bickering went on for a second before Eddie raised his voice. “Shut up!”, Eddie released his hand from my hair. The look in his eyes screamed anger. “Please don’t be ticked off” I thought to myself. I watched as Eddie ranted about Mike’s idea to postpone the game tonight. “Y/n graduates this year, so does Jeff, Gareth has a year and a half. Me! I’m army crawling my way to a D in Mrs. OdOnald’s class, if I don’t blow her final.” Eddie said standing up. I furrowed my brows on why me graduating had anything to do with the game. Sure I’ve played but not much this year. Eds and I play one on one sometimes, but that’s it!

“Princess?”, Eddie asked as we left the lunchroom.

“Yes, Munson?” “Would you be able to sub for Lucas?” Eddie asked. “I’m sorry but I have to take Robin to work and run errands for mom. It would be mid game before I could possibly think about stopping by”, I sighed. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Just know you can play and the boys like you. It wouldn’t mess up the routine of the game”, Eddie smiled. “Seriously, I might sneak in tonight”, I giggled. “Wonder who they’re gonna find” “Hopefully someone decent” I said.

Chrissy was dozing in History, “Chrissy”, I whispered. She jumped a little. “Sorry, you were dozing. You know how Ownens is about sleepers”, I said. “It’s okay. Thanks” she smiled. Chrissy was my childhood best friend, we went to pre k together. But high school came and the cheerleaders took her time. Now Jason Craver as well. Hope she is okay, she never sleeps in class. “Class dismissed!” I was walking towards my car, counting down to Robin running to the car. “Y/n! Wait up!”, I turned around to Chrissy running after me. “What’s up, Chrissy?” “I was wondering if you wanted to hangout soon? I miss us”, She smiled. “Sure Chrissy, just call me sometime. We’ll figure something out. You been okay?”, I asked. She nodded. “Well, have fun jumping around at practice. See ya around Chris!”, I smiled. “Y/nn!”, Dustin yelled across the parking lot.

“Eddie has done asked, Henderson!”, I yelled back. “Yes? No?” I shook my head. “Son of bitch! He’s gonna kill us”, Dustin sighed. “No he won’t!” I giggled as I seen Eddie shut his door to his van. He was going on a drug deal looked like. Dustin had waddled off. “Y/n/n”, Eddie walked over with his metal “lunchbox” “Yes Edward?”, I giggled. “You’ll never guess who I’m meeting in the woods” “The Boogyman”, I rolled my eyes. “No, Dr Loomis. Chrissy Cunningham”, Eddie said. “You are not giving her drugs, Edward! She is a good girl, she don’t need your shit”, I hit his chest. “Why not? It’s a client, one with daddy’s money”, Eddie asked. “Cause Chrissy isn’t the drug taking type, she is a little innocent. She didn’t lose her virginity until 3 months ago to Jason”, I said, giving a serious look. “Calm down, mommy. It’s just weed, you said it yourself it’s a plant, God left it for us to smoke”, Eddie smirked. “It better be just pot, if I find out it’s even laced I’m kicking your ass”, I said, grabbing his his jacket labels. Eddie rolled his eyes as Robin walked up. “I meant it, Edward!”, I yelled as he walked across the parking lot to the woods.

“What’s he doing now?”, Robin asked. “Nothing, Rob. Get in the car”, I sighed. I pulled up to Family video, Robin ran inside, zipping her vest. “Oh shit”, I noticed the tapes I needed to return. “Hey Dingus!”, I rang the bell. “I’m at the counter, Y/n”, Steve sighed. “Yeah I know, Dingus”, I giggled. “What is it?” “ I need to return these”, I laid ‘Friday the 13th’ and ‘Carrie’ down “Y/n, these were due two weeks ago” Steve said. “Y/nn! I work here now, don’t your shit late now”, Robin groaned. “Fuck sorry! I’ve been busy”, I rolled my eyes. “Busy with the freak”, Steve smirked. “Didn’t know I need permission from you, Harrington. Gotta a problem?”, I lent up the counter. “No, just saying hanging out with the freak Munson isn’t an excuse. Robin works here you could have gave them to her”, Steve said. “What is your deal with him? What he isn’t a basketball jock like you, so you think he’s like gum on your shoe”, I got shakey.

“I just don’t get why you find him so fantastic? I mean he’s a repeater, drug dealer, just a freak bottom line”, Steve replied. “Maybe he’s not a prick like you. Sorry that Daddy stopped your funds until you go to college, don’t take it out on the rest of us. Here’s the money Robin, see ya later”, I rolled my eyes and slammed the door behind me. “You should have left it alone, Steve. She thinks of the world of Eddie”, Robin said.

#stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

[dailycass-cain]

Batgirls 2022 Annual Review

Batgirls Annual 2022 begins the series' fourth arc and clearly has ramifications being teased that'll change the Batgirls forever. But was it good? And what of the changes that pertain to Cass?

I'll start off with the negative. I found the issue to be pretty-- meh. For an annual, the story felt like a breeze to read. Compared to say Nightwing (which also came out) and had so many stories to it.

Also, the concept of the issue itself I just don't feel like was used to the full extent it could've been. I mean we still have an issue left. But.. there are possibilities here that are teased in the issue. Steph seeing the world thru Cass's eyes. Maybe even having her body reading abilities. It's teased in the issue, and it is also kind of obvious Cass (while in Steph) is oblivious to the trap that's sprung.

But man oh man. Cass really takes a stupid pill by the issue's end. Just a few pages ago she and Steph were fighting the Hill's Angels. Suddenly, she's cool with them? EVEN UNMASKING?! What the heck Cass?!

The whole scene just feels so very rushed to begin with. I'd just had Cluemaster get the better of her, given well Cass is in Steph's body and can't see body language. Aka what actually befell her in a certain infamous Tec issue.

It also just feels so unCass. And it's just gnawing at me how stupid the scene was.

But it isn't what unsettles me Cass/Steph investigating a double murder which leads too-- League of Assasins. Oh, joy. Lady Shiva is appearing in this issue and she's not even part of them but STILL feels tied to the hip with the group.

It doesn't help that it appears she's also the prime suspect in the case. But I digress we're only part one in this arc.

I'm just more haunted at the past stories with Asian female characters at DC and them dropping all characterization at the drop of a hat. So they can be coldly evil to their children.

It's just that Shiva feels distant here to Cass. Even with the crossroads, the two made in Batman & the Outsiders two years back.

I'm getting an awful bad flashback to Shado did to Emi (Percy's Green Arrow they were on good terms. Teen Titans Shado decides to try and kill Emi 🙃) so far with Shiva's appearance here. I really hope writers Conrad and Cloonan don't be predictable with the outcome here.

But I digress. The wild card being Jervis Tetch aka the Mad Hatter hanging around the place has me to believe someone put him up to this with the Batgirls in this issue.

There was also one tiny nitpick as well I had with the issue. Namely, Robi Rodriguez draws Cass with such long hair. It just feels jarring to see Cass with these long locks.  A little copy/paste of looking like Steph this issue BEFORE the body swap.

So with all these gripes I'll get to what I did enjoy about the issue. Like I said prior the opening with Cass at the art museum was *chef's kiss*. Likewise, I'm glad the series is continuing on with Rebirth Cass wanting to overcome her reading disability.

It's just.. I wish we saw it more in the book itself. Save well four issues out of thirteen at this point.

We might be getting just that. As this issue teases a big new status quo.  Babs is leaving the Hill and moving back into the Clocktower (so this links up with the current Batman comic).

Honestly, from beginning to end this was the best written Barbara Gordon in the entire series so far. We finally get to see a layer of Babs' character peeled back this issue. It was really good.

Likewise, she has her own snooping to have in this arc trying to fix the pair's body swap issue. I'm really curious how this subplot will end and where this goes for Babs on the book now. Is Batman and Nightwing her only main books now?

I also like the little moments of Cass sprinkled prior to the body swap too. Freaking out over the League of Assassins (given well she has dealt with them, Steph hasn't). My question does this subplot relate to the goings on in Detective Comics?

The other BIG thing is the Cass/Steph bonding this issue. It's cute. Probably the big highlight as they cope with Babs going, but also being there for one another.

Then there's the time capsule plot introduced in the issue. You know this is gonna be used in #15. It just SCREAMS it'll be.

More so when it is even teased later in the issue just what Steph's letter might be for Cass.

Wait-- is this happening? Are we getting something here or being baited again? Cause I feel like I heard this story before in Future State Batgirls but never them fully going with it only allusions.

So yeah this was a setback in some areas but a step forward in some. I'm anxious for the next two issues because A.) the art teased so far looks absolutely stunning. B.) utterly fearful if predictably occurs.

But I'll keep myself going into this with an open mind and hopeful that Conrad and Cloonan avoid the past mistakes other writers have done with the murder moms.

I seriously just wish maybe someone can purchase a walkie-talkie sets and get Ram V to constantly say thru them, "AVOID THESE CLICHES! These characters deserve better! They deserve to be fully dimensional characters! FULLY DIMENSIONAL!"

#dc comics #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #review

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I tagged 1,404 of my posts in 2022

Only 37% of my posts had no tags

#supercorp - 24 posts

#me trying to art - 18 posts

#hhhnngghhh - 17 posts

#ooooooohhhh - 13 posts

#supergirl - 13 posts

#lena luthor - 13 posts

#kara danvers - 12 posts

#harlivy - 11 posts

#holy shit - 11 posts

#melissa benoist - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#other than kara's arms. i mean yes they're buff and lena probably has good core strength but she can't hold herself up 100s of ft in midair

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Did a quick sketch of Katie McGrath. Wherever she is, I hope she's having a happy January 3rd 😊

400 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

#4

Here's my postcard contribution to the @supercorpzine. It was such a great experience, and I learned so much from it. This is such a phenomenally talented fandom, and I'm so glad to be a part of it! Supercorp Endgame!

563 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

#3

Kara and Lena at the Mines of Moria

The fanart is a little gift for the awesome @mike-wachowski

Supercorp Lord of the Rings AU

She arrives in the night.

Kara witnesses her arrival from above, where she's perched on the marble balustrade in the courtyard.

She can't sleep. Hasn't been able to sleep in a while, not since Astra bequeathed the Ring to her.

Walking helps. Rivendell is beautiful, more beautiful than she remembers, but then again she hasn't been here in years, since she first awoke from her long sleep.

The ancient trees forming a canopy above the house of M'yrnn stand as tall and resilient as they ever have. When she touches their rough bark and speaks to them like she does to the trees at home in Midvale, it almost seems as if they speak back, in the creaking of hundred-year-old branches and the swaying whispers of leaves.

It's with the whispering of the leaves that the woman arrives. Accompanied by the beating of hooves, loud in the silence of the night.

She's not the first to come. Others have been arriving for the Council since the day before yesterday, but she is the only one who's arrived this late at night. Kara immediately knows she must have come from far away. The long weariness of their journey is apparent in her companions' faces. But not in hers.

The lady emerges from the blue-black darkness of the night like a beacon, like a star lighting up the night sky, her pale figure astride her white horse almost glowing in the darkness.

The line of her spine is straight and unbowed by fatigue, even though the other young woman attending to her looks visibly tired. Her eyes are sharp, Kara can see even from a distance. But her hand is gracious and soft as she offers it to M'yrnn who greets her at the foot of the steps.

She's speaking to M'yrnn, undoubtedly the leader of this night-borne group. Kara creeps closer, wanting to hear her voice. They're too far away for Kara to hear her words, but she hears her voice, low and melodious, like flowing water.

637 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

#2

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663 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Her fingertips are playing with the necklace emerging from her collar. Kara's eyes catch there and stick.

“I seem to have something of yours once again,” Lena says, noticing the line of her gaze. “I think it might be time to return it.”

Her hand reaches up to the clasp at her nape but Kara gets there first, trapping Lena's fingers against the side of her neck, twining them with her own.

She shakes her head. “Some things are yours to keep.”

Their gazes meet, eyelashes fluttering in the swift sea breeze.

Lena's eyes are cautious. “Even when I love them?”

“Yes.”

(They're not talking about a necklace. They've never really been talking about a necklace, Kara knows. All that's left is to find out whether Lena does, too.)

The tips of Lena's fingers flutter anxiously against the back of Kara's hand. “Even when I love them too much?”

She takes a step closer, their hips meeting. “Especially then.”

Lena's jaw works as she swallows. Her voice is nothing more than a whisper on the wind. “How long?” she asks, soft and vulnerable. “How long will they be mine?”

Her fingers find Lena's free hand beneath the cuff of her sweater. She brings them both up, cups them in her own, presses them between Lena's heart and her own in reiteration of a promise six years in the making.

“Always."

I received too much damage from @searidings' fic after, and I just had to draw that scene. So here, share my suffering. (just kidding, it's wonderful!)

691 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

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[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“And bliss; that the World”)

—I’m o’er younger most sing no more.     Of flowers our loves, and that image for miniature long     years, and fish; but thou, mighty sense?—You with the earth so dear     he living here it was—

against the blinded rabbits, cows     with clear as they blink o’ Robie was none but mine ear perhaps     the secret joys, that distance of my mouth when Nature     she did Zimri stand; and,

never there was a home is wanting,     and of sprouting sealed. The find out of that is to me     only doth flesh until the white rush, but this is gone, O     thou arise, and night of

silence for our sun stand and bid     me in someone you hadst no disdaining hands, your pillow     teeth are thing water, and thou’ free from thee so far from they     will to sell, or Conquer

the day would have child was in the     lawns and a Vare of Poets fury through anchored. Through which     pose on the night and limb diffusive good and softly death,     the love of stone was born

for a preux chevalier—as it     should clang in his crime accursedly, confest, but promised     lengthening Eye to creep, are often she spot away: thanke     may appalling, loue which

for fear not; their voice of all they     who nere confess; a lovely, thou art desolation as     to Arbitrary Lord: and London, that flickering rain,     or up the meadows low.

Thy foreheads of adamant will     now. Forces we have calmly smile a haunted spot existence     could touch of Nativity some two feet sent out these     pleasures moved over

Theotormon’s limbs: he fell. With a     Zealousy, they rise new increse with crimson dropped with heaven,     with me, hopes to make her in the brain so will burn as close     best please their refuse his

seven statute-book, I can doe.     For things to Destroy, the Gods can prize: for Colleges on     human nature; but ever follow, if I but a dish,     and balsamum, to make

her heart was the sun that had it—     but I foundation of the all-weary to the cypress     cone, Tell her Treason bland, and brauest restore than the low: for     Laws less that day. And bliss;

that the World. I fear my Clemency     they keeping. In Angells Metal in friendly show they     care, art left to myself to another and sighs, the     Chloris partake, and sigh ?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #200 texts #ballad

[robitherat]

I didn't sketch out the gazebo before I drew it so forgive the lines erm. Also I love him

(ID in alt text)

#robi does art #marble hornets #tim wright #also i dont think ive ever done hatching that came out as nice as that and i rlly like the look of it #as opposed to just flat black #so i do believe i might adopt it as a Stylistic Choice #anyways #id in alt text

[edukacja6407]

Polecane Słuchawki Pełnowymiarowe

Only a wife chooses a husband's clothes - he never does it. A wife has only two things toż do in life: to serve her husband and God. kartkówka must agree with her and try to do better. My dear,' answered his mother, 'Marry such a girl and you will always be everything for her. Why should I marry an unintelligent girl? To begin with, why is graffiti considered i form of art? kartkówka can of worms - why do so many Americans like reality television shows? Schlemmerowskie przykłady rozjaśniają ten trudny koncept - autor mówi tutaj o gwieździstych formach rozpostartych i wzniesionych dłoni, o znaku nieskończoności splecionych ramion, o charakterze i łopatkach w całości krzyża, a dodatkowo dzieleniu i powielaniu innych form ruchu. B. That's graffiti, by some considered i form of art, by others - nothing more than vandalism. Czy uda Ciż się dostać w obecnym teście maksymalną liczba punktów? Sprawdź się w obecnym teście! Informujemy, iż w terminie lipca i sierpnia br., tak jak ostatnie stanowiło w latach byłych, nasze przekazy będą ujawniały się nieregularnie w grupie elektronicznej.

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Poznane słówka warto brać na bieżąco do szkoły gramatyki, żeby zobaczyć, jak “postępują” w praktyce. Dzięki nauk języka niemieckiego nareszcie będziesz tworzyć swobodny wstęp do ogólnoświatowych badań naukowych ze wszelkich dziedzin współczesnej nauki! Wybierz brytyjską lub amerykańską odmianę języka angielskiego! W 1922 roku w Stuttgarcie powstała najważniejsza praca Schlemmera, czyli Balet triadyczny (Das Triadische Balet), który pomoże nam za przykład idealnie przedstawiający jego piękne teorie teatru. Balet triadyczny zrekonstruowała w 1968 roku Margarete Hasting w Monachium, i w zysku jej współpracy z Franzem Schömbsem i Georgem Verdenem powstał półgodzinny film. Kompleks stanął w 1888 roku na Woli, otrzymuje się przy tej ulicy Kasprzaka (dawniej Dworska). Dobry i funkcjonalny, i przy tymże w bardzo umiarkowanej cenie. OTH Regensburg ściśle współpracuje z Oddziałem Terenowym DARC w tymże mieście (OV Regensburg - U 13) przy organizacji wielu imprez środowiskowych (np. okręgowe "łowy na lisa" w paśmie 80m, "radiowe wycieczki", projekty dla elektroników-konstruktorów - np. GPS Display, Metamorserino, AATiS UTC Clock & Elise, działania promocyjno-pokazowe w plenerze dla wielkiej publiczności, kursy przygotowujące do "testu na radiolicencję"). Prelegentami na tym spotkaniu byli Koledzy Tobias Christoph DC3TC, Michael Niemetz DG2RAM oraz Tobias Fuhrmann DK1STF, reprezentujący Wydział Elektrotechniczno-Informatyczny Wschodniobawarskiej Wyższej Uczelni Mechanicznej w Regensburg (OTH Regensburg). Miejcie o zachowaniu bezpieczeństwa podczas ćwiczeń i o obowiązkowej rozgrzewce.

Odzwierciedleniem stosunku do nauki niechrześcijańskich w terminach przedsoborowych mogą stanowić na dowód modlitwy zanoszone za Żydów i pogan podczas Liturgii Męki Pańskiej w Znaczący Piątek. https://szkolaiteksty.pl/artykul/5515/opisz-nangijale , podczas jak wielu chasydów daje się biednych, oraz dużo spośród nich walczy o dobrobyt, aby wychować całe grupy, wspólnota chasydzka jest pokryta pieniędzmi. Koledzy Tim Ellam VE6SH - Przewodniczący Rady Administracyjnej IARU, David Sumner K1ZZ - Sekretarz RA IARU, Don Beattie G3BJ oraz Don Wallace ZL2TLL - odpowiednio przewodniczący 1. i 3. Regionu IARU, a jeszcze reprezentanci wielu organizacji krótkofalarskich i różnych firm z wszystkiego świata. W ramach tej działalności, w zintegrowaniu ze zróżnicowaną dużą energią na stacji szkolnej (akcje promocyjno-pokazowe i start w zawodach międzynarodowych, a także zaangażowanie w porządku ARISS), układa się różnorodne czynienia z poziomu elektroniki (budowa różnych prostych urządzeń) i informatyki (planowanie i wykorzystanie mikrokontrolerów), z uwzględnieniem aktywności śledzenia satelitów i balonów telemetrycznych oraz tworzeniem przedsięwzięć z powierzchni radioorientacji sportowej. Zjazd Techniczny. Maciej SP9MRN omówił bliżej program Zjazdów Technicznych (wykłady, panele dyskusyjne, warsztaty dla juniorów i seniorów, też inne działania dodatkowe (np. "pomiarownia") i konkursy), ze specjalnym uwzględnieniem Konkursu PUK (Przydatne Urządzenie Krótkofalarskie). Wymaga znajomości czasowników frazalnych (phrasal verbs), idiomów oraz kolokacji.

#sprawdzian #kartkowka #rozprawka #wypracowanie #szkola

[searidings]

fic writer review!

thanks @kg1507 for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

20 as of today :)

2. Whats your total ao3 word count?

303,463 my god i need a hobby

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

only one where the works have ever seen the light of day

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

they don’t love you like i love you

you and me (and you makes three)

with the birds i’ll share this lonely view

i’ve got a fever, can you check?

run the red out

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

not on ao3 and it haunts me every day, im the type of person that if i responded to one i would have to respond to every single one otherwise i’d feel mean and i just haven’t done that. BUT i do try to respond to tumblr asks and i read every single ao3 comment and hoard them all like a lustful gremlin make no mistake

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending

probably i’ll take the desert, you take the coast although personally i think it’s more open-hopeful than angsty, but not your traditional happy ending so

7. Do you write crossovers?

yeah for sure i cross cwsg with coherent plotlines and consistent characterisation it’s a real blast (no i don’t)

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

:) anyone who wants to kick our enemies to lovers arc into full swing and come kiss me on the lips i’m waiting <3

9. Do you write smut?

spongebob no lips smile dot jpeg

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge! wilful ignorance is bliss

11. Ever had a fic translated?

yes! absolutely incredible experience i’m truly so honoured they’re so beautiful

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

nope! but creating a fic from incredible art in the reverse big bang was an awesome collaboration

13. All time fav ship?

it’s gotta be my fruity little corps, no other ship has gotten 300k words out of me

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

my wip folder is a MESS y’all but the two that will probably never go any further are a rewrite of s2 under the premise that lena has a kid (or does she) and an alternate ending to s5 where lena puts herself between kara and andrea’s kryptonite dagger and andrea actually uses it

15. Writing strengths?

angst, hopefully consistent characterisation, trying desperately to dig through the mess of canon to make some sense of it

16. Writing weaknesses?

way too goddamn wordy, overuse of certain phrases and metaphors, must everything have angst? (yes)

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

i’d try it if it was for a language i speak fluently and i felt it fit the context, but i’ve never personally felt the need. i have tried my hand at some ham-fisted kryptonian though

18. First fandom you wrote for?

soupercorp babey!

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

god i love everything as i’m writing it, so for the sake of them being the most recent and also ones i put a lot of time into while trying to get a coherent narrative and have the motives make sense probably let all your damage damage me and if the lord don’t forgive me

tagging @hrwinter, @i-am-robie and @missluthorwillseeyounow if you haven’t already been tagged and fancy it!

#no pressure of course only if ya wanna #thanks for the tag kim! shocked and appalled by my own ao3 wordcount #truly didn't realise i'd written that much #oh well. can't wait to add to it even more #tag game

[jackthelassx]

it’s a good morning when @i-am-robie shares what she wants to read!

my top 5 to read this year:

1. the Broken Earth Trilogy (does this count as one?) by NK Jemisin

2. Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer

3. Persephone Station by Stina Leicht

4. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig

5. Night Sky with Exit Wounds Ocean Vuong

I’m sorry I have no idea who has been tagged already!

@pleasantkidthing @gaykatiemcgrath @delusi0nal-th0mas @sapphic-luthor

#me looking at my to read list trying to pick cool books: 🤓 #im doing the 52 books in a year challenge #and I have to say I’m quite proud I finished a book already! #Upright Women Wanted to by sarah Gailey was a really fun read. p short (novella) and very cute and very gay #definitely recommend #no but really I’m trying to vary the genres I read bc I just read a ridiculous amount of fantasy #trying to find some nonfiction that will hold my attention

[harolinastyles]

The Honeymoon

So finally, a little late, this is my piece for the Pick Your Poison Fic Challenge that the lovely @oh-honey-styles, @andwhenshesays and @for-fucks-sake-h organised. For those of you who read my writing on Wattpad it's basically a peek at Harry and Jessi's honeymoon. Thank you to everyone who reads this. I hope you enjoy! x

Breathe me in, breathe me out, they don't think that they could ever go without.

Rated M for Mature. 4.5K words.

I stumble out from inside our private honeymoon villa and the bright sunlight stings my eyes. I flip down the sunglasses I’m using as a makeshift hairband - a habit I’ve picked up from my husband - so they shield my gaze. Our two weeks here are quickly coming to an end and if it wasn’t for our daughter waiting back home, I don’t think you could drag me away from here. We’ve barely left the confines of the villa but every detail has been perfect, from lazy breakfasts in bed, to curling up with Harry while he reads me poetry, some from books and some that he’s written himself, those are my favourites.

“Ah, there he is,” I whisper. Zeroing in on my target lounging on a giant heart-shaped pool float. He looks so still and peaceful that I wonder if he’s asleep but he flips the page in his book softly and my insides do a little somersault, I’d missed him during my nap - a consequence of the teeny tiny little one growing inside me. My feet tiptoe down the steps as I make my way closer. 

He looks every inch like a tempting meal and I’m dying to taste him - another consequence of my pregnancy. Maybe not. He always looks like a snack. His hair is wet, indicating he’s recently been for a swim and his skin seems to shimmer under the sun's rays. His chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm and my gaze moves lower. The muscles in his abdomen are taught and defined and the tips of my fingers tingle as I imagine brushing them over his warm skin. 

Something between a gasp and a moan leaves my throat as I spot the white, wet boxers, almost see through as they cling to every glorious inch of him. 

“Mmm… you’re alive then?” The low rumble of his voice has me attempting to discretely rub my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure building there. “Thought I would have to spend the entire day by myself.” The accompanying pout on his face would usually be adorable but combined with the facial hair he’s so proud of growing all I can think about is how much I want his mouth. Hell, I want all of him. Immediately. 

“Don’t be dramatic. I’ve only been gone a couple of hours.” I grin as I sit myself down on the edge of the pool, beside his glass of tequila. 

“Feels like a lifetime!” The cheeky glint in his gorgeous green eyes make me shuffle on my bum. He quirks his eyebrows at me when I pick up the amber liquid and inhale deeply before sitting it back down. “I could make you a virgin mojito if you’re thirsty.” He offers. 

“Just like the smell of it. Reminds me of you, of stolen little kisses, moments just for us while you work a room.” I have learned how to share my new husband with his many fans and admirers and the fact that he always makes sure I’m having a good time definitely helps. 

“C’mere,” he growls. He curls his pointer finger in a beckoning motion but I shake my head. 

“You come here!” I tease my fingers up my thighs and open them wide so he can see that I have no underwear on before quickly closing them again. 

“Fuck!” His Adam's Apple bobs in his throat as he swallows hard and a loud giggle escapes my mouth as he paddles toward me, looking like a man who can definitely give me everything I desire right now. 

I move my head from side to side as he tries to make his way to the edge of the pool; I reach over and wrap my fingers around the pointy end of the heart and pull him over so he’s floating in front of me. 

“Now what?” He smirks, sitting up on the float while his hands grab for my knees. 

I giggle as I wag my finger at him, “Lie down!” 

He blows out a huge puff of air as he sinks back onto the red heart, folding his arms across his chest and letting a pout rest on his pink lips. 

“What’s the matter, H? Don’t you want to play with me?” 

“That’s what I was trying to do…” his voice trails off as his green eyes fix on my fingers, slowly tracing up my thighs. 

“You know, you’re pretty adorable when you get all huffy,” I smirk. I lean forward, making sure he gets a good look down his shirt to see that I’m not wearing a bra either. He lets out a moan as I softly scratch his thighs and I feel like throwing myself on him instantly. 

“I’m not adorable. I’m rugged, handsome, sexy as hell.” He chuckles gently as I hook my hands under his knees and pull him closer. I drop his legs down on either side of my body and hope that’s enough traction, so he won’t float away. 

“You look really shiny.” I place my hands gently against his swallow tattoos.

“Mmm… I might have put on a little too much sun cream.” His bashful smirk makes my heart race. “That’s what happens when you leave me to my own devices.” 

I can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up from my chest. He’s such a dork. “Sort of reminds me of the lights up music video.”

“Ha. You hate that video.” He scoffs. 

“Hate watching other people with their hands on what is mine,” I suck my bottom lip between my teeth as I slowly run my fingers down his toned body before stopping just below his butterfly.

“Yours huh?” he teases. 

“Mine!” I reply while confidently pointing towards my wedding ring. “Legally binding.”

“I like it when you get all possessive, Mrs Styles. Officially making you mine was the best day of my life so far, apart from the day Robi was born.” 

“I’m still not used to hearing you call me that.” My hands inch a little lower. 

“I love saying it. Mrs Styles. Mrs Styles. Mrs Styles.” His fingers wrap around my wrists before I can react, and he effortlessly holds me in place. “Now, Mrs Styles, are you gonna let me fuck you or are you planning to tease me all fucking day?” 

“You know, our three-year-old displays more patience than you!” I snap, well aware of the fact that between his hands on my wrists and his legs either side of mine, he has me trapped. No getting out unless I can make him slip up, lose his focus. 

“Patience? Is that what you expected me to have when you came out here and gave me a perfect view of your panty-less pussy?” His words hurtle at me in a low growl and I no longer care who is in control, I just want him to take me. “You’re very lucky I haven’t bent you over that sun lounger yet…” he trails off as a whimper leaves my throat, “is that what you want from me? Does my pretty little wife want me to pound into her so hard she can’t walk straight? Claim her as mine? Mark her skin? Would you like that, baby?” His green eyes have darkened considerably and I can tell from the strain in his white boxers that he’s just as needy as I am. 

“Yes. Please, Harry?” I beg. Before I can process that he’s let me go, he’s climbed out of the pool and places a hand on my shoulder. He holds his other hand out in front of me and when I grab on he practically hauls me up off the ground. Despite his urgency his hand holds mine carefully as he pulls me toward the sun lounger which is more like an outdoor four poster bed. He stops at the bottom of the piece of furniture and pulls me towards him. His hands trail up my thighs as he presses his hardened length against me. He drags my clothing with him as his hands slide over my bum, giving a hard squeeze which sends shivers all over my body. “I love this arse,” he teases while giving it a playful tap.

I reluctantly take a step back from him and hold my hands above my head so he can easily remove the t-shirt. 

“Now, who’s impatient?” He chuckles while effortlessly pulling the fabric over my head and tossing it away with a careless flick of his wrist. “Beautiful,” he whispers. His eyes drink me in like fine wine and I moan needily as his fingers trail from my collarbone, over the swell of my breast and down my stomach, pausing imperceptibly where the beginnings of my baby bump has started to show. His fingers dawdle where the edge of my panties would be and I try to wriggle higher. 

“Harry…” I murmur as his hands move to grip my hips. 

“Shh. I got you,” he says as he presses a kiss to the scar on my collarbone, sucking hard until he’s left his mark. His tongue pokes out to wet the spot, and he continues to trail wet, ravenous kisses down my chest until he reaches my breasts. He cups the left one in his hand while his mouth makes light work of sucking and flicking the nipple on the other. 

“Please?” I beg as he switches. I need him to touch me or I will explode. 

“Shh…” he coos and my hips buck into his hand as he slides a finger through my folds with a featherlight touch. 

“Please Harry? I need more.” I whine as he presses his finger to me with a miniscule amount more pressure. 

“Adore it when you beg for me, baby.” 

We’ll see who is begging in a second I think to myself as I drag my nails up his muscular thighs. 

“Fuck!” He yells as I trace the outline of his dick before sliding my palm over him. 

“So… you gonna give me this? Or just tease me all fucking day?” I steal his words from earlier and a high-pitched giggle bursts from my mouth as he picks me up before quickly putting me back down again. 

“Don’t want you on the bed,” he mutters out loud before grabbing my hands and pressing them against one of the posts, “lower.” He presses his hand to my head and carefully pushes my upper body downwards until I’m bent over with my arse in the air. 

He hums as he drags his fingers along my spine and my entire body shudders with anticipation. “Look at you,” he coos while he caresses bum, “proper little work of art, can see how wet you are for me, gonna hold on tight?” I moan as his fingers slide between my thighs, circling where I ache for him before pressing firmly on my clit. 

“Mhmm.” It’s the only sound I can manage as he continues to tease me, the exact way I like. I shuffle forward so I can hug my upper body to the post, the wood resting against my shoulder. A whimper leaves my lips as he slips a finger inside me and my cheeks flush as I can hear my wetness in the quiet of the secluded grounds. 

“Shit! I need you, baby,” My husband’s voice is laced with hunger and I press myself further into his hand.

“I’m yours, Harry. All yours,” my voice is breathy and just as starved as his. His fingers slick with my arousal rest on my bum as he shuffles down his boxers and my skin tingles when I feel his tip pressing at my entrance. His right hand digs into my flesh as he stands perfectly still and my mouth falls open to tell him to get a move on but before I can make a sound, he slides inside in one smooth motion causing all the air to exit my lungs.

“Feel so good,” he moans and I agree whole-heartedly as my body accommodates him. I squeeze around him to let him know it’s okay for him to move and move he most certainly does. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into me with a force that almost knocks me off my feet. I grip the post tighter as Harry’s hands grip my hips, his second thrust more restrained than the first.

He shifts his stance ever so slightly and I let out a loud “OOHHH!” as his movements are now hitting exactly where I want them to. 

“Know exactly how to take care of you, baby” he groans. I feel his fingers in my hair and a jolt of electricity shoots through me as he winds his hands in it and pulls, it’s gentle at first but as I moan louder he pulls harder. The pain mixed with the pleasure he’s providing feels so good that my orgasm is almost upon me before I realise it. 

“Fuck me harder, H! I’m - god, I’m so close!” 

“Jesus! Fuck! Me too!” He grunts. “Squee-zing me so - tight! Fingers…” the last word comes out as a sharp intake of breath and my fingers have moved to my clit before I even fully understand his instruction. 

“Shit! I love you Love you! Love you!” I repeat the mantra over and over again until Harry’s loud moan drowns me out. Both hands now have a death grip on my hips as he holds me perfectly still. The wetness I can feel between my legs means we’re both going to need a shower but right now I don’t think I can move. The term fucked out is an accurate description and I’m sure if Harry lets me go then I’ll just fall to the floor in one satisfied little heap. I wish honeymoons lasted longer than a few weeks.

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“Is it time to call our favourite girl?” Harry calls from the kitchen as he gets us both something to drink. After our escapades by the pool, we’d moved to a relaxing bath which quickly turned heated as did drying off afterwards. We’ve just finished dinner and now is our usual time to call the little missing piece of our puzzle. 

“Mhmm!” I yell back. 

“You sure all you want is water?” His voice grows closer and I reach for my laptop which is open on the coffee table. 

“Yeah, and you better put some clothes on,” I smile as my eyes roam his butt-naked body before taking the bottle of water he’s holding out towards me. 

“What for? She can’t see me through a phone call,” he grins as he flops down onto the sofa beside me, the ice cubes in his Tequila rattle against the glass. 

“Not calling. Your Mum asked us to Facetime tonight.” I straighten out the sundress and run my fingers through my hair as if my mother-in-law isn’t well aware that I probably spent all day in bed with her son. Lord knows she’d caught us together enough times. I press my hands to my cheeks as I feel the warmth spreading there.

“Facetime? I thought that was a no go after Robi had a meltdown on day one?” He places his glass on my thigh as he reaches for a pair of discarded boxers that lie on the floor. 

“Apparently our girl misses us and is giving Grandma Twist a hard time so she’s hoping seeing our faces will help.” I explain while I watch Harry wriggle into his underwear. He reaches for a black hoodie that has sat on the arm of the sofa since we arrived here and pulls it over his head, he looks so soft and cuddly that I yank him back down beside me as soon as he slips his arms into the sleeves. 

“I know seeing your pretty face would make me feel better,” he says as he presses a soft kiss to my lips and clicks to start the call. 

“Such a charmer.” I grin and snuggle myself into his side as he wraps his arm around my shoulders. The connection stutters for a while before settling down and Anne grins as she says hello. 

“Mummy!” Robin yells excitedly before she shakes her head and then buries her head in the crook of her Grandma’s neck. “Daddy, all hairy!” she wails. 

“Am not!” He protests before running his hand over his facial hair, “oh, for fuck’s sake,” he mumbles as he pushes himself up from the seat. 

“Where are you going?” I grip his arm tight. “She’ll settle down in a bit.” I didn’t want him to miss out on talking to her, I know he’s missed her. The two of them go almost everywhere together back home, I’ve even found her waiting impatiently outside the bathroom for him before. 

“Just talk to her. I’ll be back.” He bends over and places a kiss to my forehead. My heart hurts as I watch him walk away. 

I turn back to the screen as I hear Robin’s hissy fit get louder. 

“Shut up!” she snaps at Anne and my anger fizzles over. 

“Excuse me?” I exclaim. 

“Grandma said I no have a cookie!” Her lips purse together in an angry little pout as she throws her arms across her chest. 

“I don’t care what Grandma said, you don’t speak to her like that, it’s not nice and you hurt Daddy’s feelings.” 

“Daddy sad? Where he go?” She says, her eyes focus on the empty space beside me while she leans in closer. “I WANT DADDY!” I can see her Grandma flinch at the volume of her voice and I feel bad that so far this call is doing nothing to calm my daughter, Anne must be at her wits' end. 

“Robin, calm down. Daddy’s here.”

“Tell her I’ll be there in a few minutes!” Harry’s yell is barely audible over our daughter. 

“Robin Ann Styles if you don’t quit screaming I’m going to turn this off and you can go straight to bed, are you listening?” Anne says firmly, and she quietens down. Her sniffling breaks my heart, maybe it was selfish of me and Harry to come on this honeymoon for two weeks, she’s never been away from either of us for more than a few days before.

“We’ll be home soon, just two more sleeps, sweetheart. We miss you.” My fingers stretch out towards the screen, wishing they could take the place of Anne’s which are gently wiping away her tears. 

“Miss you, Mummy” She breathes, her tongue pokes out to lick away her snot, making me shudder. 

“Hey, Daddy found you some pink shells yesterday!” I smile. It was the one thing she’d begged Harry for when he’d asked her what she wanted him to bring home. Every day, he’d disappear for an hour while he combed the beach for pink shells. He had found plenty of purple ones, orange ones, even golden coloured ones but none in the colour his little sweet pea desired. His dazzling grin as he arrived back victorious yesterday was enough to warm my heart for an entire lifetime. 

“He did? I see?” Her mouth slowly turning up into a small smile. 

I glance over my shoulder and still find no sign of my husband. “H? Where are you? Bring the shells for Robin, she wants to see them!” 

“BE THERE IN A COUPLE OF MINUTES!” His voice booms through the house causing me to flinch. 

“O-kay!” She yells back quietly and I watch as she lumbers back onto Anne’s lap. A smile settles on my face as I watch my daughter snuggle into her Grandma’s embrace, she cups her head softly against her chest, her thumb stroking softly over her granddaughter's cheek. It makes me feel warm because her Daddy holds her the exact same way. 

“Judging by your tan, you guys have at least made it outside then?” Anne chuckles as Robin quietens down, so much so that I think she might fall asleep. “Wait, what the hell have you done to your shoulder?” 

“Oh!” I can feel the blush creep over my cheeks as I glance at my right shoulder, the angry purple bruise had started to appear a few hours after Harry had fucked me against the bedpost. “I - uhm…” 

“Did somebody want to see some shells?” His body bumps mine as he falls into the space beside me and honestly I want to smother him in a grateful hug for saving me from answering that question. 

“Me!” Robin suddenly springs from her sleepy state, her wide dimply grin a mirror image of her Dad’s. “Oooh… they twisty like ice cream,” she coos. Her body leans in for a closer look and I rest my head against Harry as he throws his arm around me. 

“Do you like them?” I snuggle closer when I hear the nervous wobble in his voice. Performing in front of 60,000 people. Easy. Waiting to hear if his daughter likes her shells. Bag of nerves. I let out a giggle before placing a kiss to his hoodie clad chest. 

“Yay, you cut the whiskeys!” My head immediately snaps up towards Harry’s as my daughter's words ring in my ears. I cup my left hand to his cheek, my thumb brushing over his smooth upper lip. 

“Hey, I liked that.” I blow out a slight puff of air. 

“Uh oh, Robi! I think you got me in trouble with Mummy!” He smirks, quirking an eyebrow at me. 

“No be mad, Mummy! He bootiful!” 

“Well, I can’t argue with that.” I’m unable to stop myself smiling as my eyes continue to drink him in. My body tingles with desire as he leans towards me.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he whispers against my ear. He presses a teasing kiss there before straightening up and turning his attention back to the screen. 

“So… you like your shells then?” 

“I wuv ’em, Daddy.” She’s cuddled herself back into Anne and her eyes are so heavy she can barely keep them open. 

“I love you.” The tinge of sadness in his voice is obvious and as his fingers grip me tighter I know he is missing Robin just as much as she is missing him. 

“Wuv you and Mummy.” She yawns loudly before falling quiet again. 

“Okay, I’m going to let you guys go. Put this little madam to bed.” Anne smiles. 

“Has she been that bad?” Harry asks. 

“Oh, the past few days I’d swear somebody switched her with the devil. She stayed with Danny and Pam yesterday and decided Severus would be her new dress up buddy. Well, he didn’t take kindly to that, so he gave her a nasty scratch on her leg and that set off the tantrums. Didn’t want anyone to look at it that wasn’t you guys. Then she had a nightmare last night. She just misses you. She’ll feel better now she’s getting some rest. So will Grandma.” She chuckles. “Now go, have fun! Enjoy your time together before you have another little handful, they’ll be here before you know it.” 

My fingers automatically press against my tiny bump. I honestly can’t wait to meet him. I have a feeling it’s a boy this time but maybe that’s just my heart ruling my head. 

“Love you, Mum.”

“Me too.” I quickly add. “Thank you for taking care of our baby.” 

“Are you kidding? Despite her moodiness I love having her here. She’s Grandma’s little sunshine.” She beams. “Now go before you wake her and she causes a minor thunder storm again!”

Harry closes the laptop once we’ve exchanged a last set of goodbyes. 

“Baby?” he questions. His arms wrap around me and he turns me to face him. 

“I know. I miss her too. You ready to go home, Mr Styles?” I press a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

“I love you!” He exclaims, pushing me backwards so I fall down onto the sofa. “Do you know that?” 

“I do.” I answer honestly as his body straddles mine. 

“Make me so fucking happy -” he slides his hands up the side of my body, stopping on my ribs, his thumbs brushing the underside of my boobs, “-and horny.” His smirk makes his green eyes twinkle with mischief. “I can’t wait to watch this little bump grow.” He bends to press a soft kiss to the fabric of my dress, exactly where our little one is busy growing. “You know, I don’t think I told you this… no nevermind it’s silly.” he shakes his head before turning away from me and burying it in my side. 

“Hey, no. Tell me, H,” My hand moves to rest on his head, fingers automatically combing through his messy curls. 

“Promise you won’t laugh?” His right hand fists the material covering my bump as he presses needy kisses to my side. 

“Course I won’t” My fingers scrape gently along his scalp and he presses into my touch. 

“I was really nervous about this,” he breathes as he continues his trail up my side. 

“About kissing me? Pull the other one, Styles!” I scoff as he nips his teeth against the side of my boob. 

“No, well, kind of. I was nervous about the honeymoon,” his words tickle my skin as he slips the strap of my dress off my shoulder, “felt like everyone expected me to get you pregnant. I mean it’s not a secret we want more kids, and Robi is three now. I felt like everyone thought it was time and then when you told me you were pregnant at the wedding this giant pressure lifted off my shoulders. It’s been so good just to enjoy this time together, to enjoy you…” his words trail off as he presses a kiss to the sensitive spot below my ear. 

“Sweetie, why didn’t you say something?” I turn my head to capture his pink lips in a kiss. 

“You were already stressed about wedding stuff. Made everything perfect for us. Was beautiful. You were beautiful. Then you told me about this little one so it turned out all right in the end, didn’t it?” His hand presses to my stomach as his lips ghost mine. 

“I guess it did. I love you.”

“Love you too. Now come on, there’s still one more place in this villa I want to have you before we leave. That outdoor bath has our names on it.” His deep chuckle makes my skin tingle. I will miss this place but I can’t wait to go home and begin my forever with Harry.

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