#this is mostly projecting if I’m completely honest

[autisticlancemcclain]

For all that Keith easily sees the strength in others, he struggles to accept just how much value he holds. He’s not like Lance, of course — Lance sees the good in every person he meets because as much as he hates to admit it, he’s gullible. But Keith looks at every person he meets and easily identifies their strength. Sometimes it’s with fondness, sometimes with wariness, but he is completely certain that everyone in the universe has a value to them.

He, however, struggles to see how he is valued by others.

It’s not that he thinks he’s useless. He knows he isn’t. He knows he’s skilled. But Lance has always observed Keith in any way he could, and that didn’t stop when they got married. Lance knows his husband can’t quite understand why he is loved as much as he is. He’s happy to explain why he values everyone else, from earnestly explaining to Allura that she’s the spirit of Voltron and fondly telling Lance to leave the math to Pidge — he loves metaphors, that husband of Lance’s, because heaven forbid he just says what he wants to say — but vehemently denies that he might be held in just as high regard.

But Lance knows. Quietly, proved over and over again through the years, he knows that Keith is who people turn to when they need someone. Keith is reliable, he’s dependable, he’s strong — a little tactless, sure, but when you’re scared and vulnerable and you don’t know what to do or who to rely on? You turn to Keith. Lance did it himself, years and years ago, when there were five lions and six paladins and he didn’t know where to go from there. The war may be behind them, but that didn’t stop their team from needing their leader.

1. Pidge

Lance really starts to clue in when Keith’s phone goes off, late at night, when they’re cuddling and watching a movie (but mostly cuddling).

“Sorry,” Keith mutters sheepishly. Lance just rolls his eyes fondly and digs around for the remote to pause the movie (he is not going to have Keith talk over Legally Blonde. That’s a sin). Remote search or no, though, Lance refuses to move even one inch away from his own personal space heater, so he feels it when said personal space heater tenses up.

Here we go.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Just — don’t hang up. I’m coming, okay?”

Keith puts his hand over the base of his phone, looking at Lance urgently.

“It’s Pidge.”

“Is she okay? Does she need Voltron?”

“Not all of us,” he says, hushed. “She’s just — she messed around in the wrong server and got herself arrested in the Delrn quadrant. She needs someone to go get her.”

Lance exhales, shoulders slumping. That’s not — that’s not good, obviously, but after years of Pidge needs help meaning Pidge is being ambushed by dozens of armed soldiers, it’s a lot less scary.

“You need my help?”

Keith shakes his head. “No, you stay here. I’ve got it. It shouldn’t take too long. Don’t wait up though, okay?”

He presses a kiss to Lance’s cheek before untangling himself from the blankets, walking over to the front door and sliding on his boots.

“I’m coming now, Pidge, okay? Keep on, I’ll transfer your line to my ship in a minute.”

“Text me when she’s safe,” Lance calls as Keith unlocks the door.

“Will do.” He shoots a rueful smile in Lance’s direction. “Sorry for ditching movie night.”

Lance shakes his head fondly, waving him away. “Go, Oh Mighty Black Paladin. I’ll see you when you get home.”

Keith grins at him one more time before he ducks into the garage, locking the door behind him. Lance sighs, turning off the T.V. and folding the blanket, heading over to the kitchen to make himself a coffee. He won’t be able to sleep until he knows Pidge is home safe, anyway. (And, he’ll be honest, there’s a snowball’s chance in hell that he’ll be able to sleep without Keith’s constant snores.)

By the time Keith gets home, Lance has finished three (3) coffees and has sewn the lining of the current project he’s working on. It’s something like 4 in the morning, but Lance stopped looking at the clock a couple hours ago.

“I thought I told you not to wait up,” Keith says, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to Lance’s lips.

“Mm,” Lance mumbles, grabbing Keith’s shirt and keeping him right where he is (pressed close close closely to Lance, where Lance has selfishly and unashamedly decided he belongs). “Can’t sleep without you. I’ve unfortunately fallen victim to your conditioning, Pavlov.”

Keith snorts, kissing him one last time before fully scooping him up in his arms.

Lance, whipped as he is, does not protest.

“I think you’re maybe just in love with me,” he says, smirking.

Lance pretends to think about it. “I dunno. There’s this really hot guy, maybe you’ve heard of him. Leader of Voltron? Ex-Blade? He’s got this dreamy mullet. I kind of have a thing for him.”

Keith rolls his eyes, fully throwing him on the bed and crawling in after him, ignoring Lance’s indignant yelp.

“He sounds like a dork,” he says drily.

Lance grins. “He is.”

“Whatever, you butthead. Get over here so we can sleep.”

Without a moment of hesitation, Lance flops into Keith’s open arms, snaking his arms around his husband’s waist and tangling their legs together. He holds him closely, head over his heart, listening to it beat.

“Pidge okay?” he asks softly.

Keith hums, running his hands through Lance’s hair. “Yeah. Pretending to be less shaken up than she is. She got cocky and got caught and it freaked her out, so she started running her mouth. You know her.”

Lance laughs quietly. Sounds like Pidge.

“But it wasn’t that big of a deal. I went to the station and talked them out of pressing charges for spying. She’s banned from the quadrant for life, but nothing else. Dunno why she called me to help. Coran probably would have been more helpful.”

Privately, Lance thinks he knows exactly why Pidge called Keith. Why, when she was scared and alone and knew she had fucked up, she immediately called the one person who would drop everything to make sure she’s okay. Who has done it for her before and will do it again. Who respects her as a grown woman, now, who doesn’t need his guidance, but who will never stop providing his support.

“Bet she thought the big bad Black Paladin would win her some intimidation points,” he says instead, because he knows his husband isn’t yet ready to hear it.

They’ll get there.

2. Hunk

It’s not that Keith gets these calls often. Hell, definitely no more than once every five or six months. Few and far between, really. Staggered enough that the pattern might skip most people’s notice.

But Lance knows better.

So when Keith’s phone rings — and of course it actually rings, because Keith is the only person Lance knows who never, ever turns his ringer off, because even though he might not realise it he is constantly ready to help and would never put himself in a position where he can’t — in the middle of their mortgage meeting with the bank, Lance ducks his head to hide his smile.

He figured that might happen.

“Fuck,” Keith mutters, digging around in his pocket. “Sorry. I have to take this.”

The bank teller — a very serious-looking woman in her late sixties — does not look amused. She mutters something about professionalism.

Lance does her a favour and does not point out that Keith is one of five reasons that Earth is not currently a pile of space dust, and she should perhaps provide some lenience.

“Keith?” comes a nervous, teary voice from Keith’s phone (the bank teller’s office is real small, and there’s no room for privacy).

“Yeah, Hunk. You okay?”

“Um, sorry to bother you. You’re probably busy. But, uh. My car broke down? I tried fixing it myself but I don’t have the parts I need, and triple A says they can’t send a tow because of all the snow, and I’m wearing a coat but I don’t really want to be here for hours so —“

“Hunk,” Keith interrupts, “breathe, buddy.”

Hunk does, deep and noisy enough to be heard through the phone.

(Lance thinks back to the first time he can remember that Hunk’s anxiety made itself known around Keith. He remembers seeing Keith, eighteen and still bitter and unsure but desperate to be part of a family, with wide panicked eyes and stuttering advice about ‘not worrying about it’, trying to calm Hunk down to no avail. It’s certainly something, he’s thinks, that Keith can now calm Hunk effortlessly through the phone.)

“I’m leaving now to come pick you up. We’ll come back later to get your car, yeah?”

“I don’t want to put you out —“

“Hunk,” Keith says firmly, “chill out. Or, er, don’t, I guess, since that’s the problem. Um, stay in your car so you’ll stay warm. I’ll be there soon. Okay?”

“…Okay.”

Keith hangs up, and looks apologetically at Lance.

“I’m sorry, babe, I know this is important —”

Lance squeezes his hand. “Go. I got this.”

Keith quickly gets up from the stuffy chair, presses a kiss to Lance’s temple, and rushes out without a word.

The bank teller sniffs. “High demand, your husband. Can’t even make time for one appointment. That doesn’t inspire confidence, you know.”

“Family emergency, ma’am,” Lance says with great amusement. “Besides, we’re nearly finished. I’ll make sure to relay everything you say to him when he gets home.”

Lance decides to walk home after the meeting, since Keith has their car. It’s nice. Despite the mishap, the meeting had gone rather smoothly, and there’s no reason why they shouldn’t get approved for their mortgage within the week. That’ll keep things going nicely. Lance will miss their quiet little apartment, but he’s excited for what they’re going to build together next.

Besides, he thinks, when Keith gets home several hours later with a sheepish Hunk in tow, it’ll be nice to have a couple guest bedrooms.

He’s sure they’ll need them.

3. Romelle

The ring of the doorbell makes them both panic.

“Is that the social worker?”

“She’s not supposed to be here for another hour,” Lance hisses, three steps away from freaking out. Keith is not far behind him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can we ignore it?”

“No, we can’t ignore it! It’s a home visit! We need to be home!”

“Fuck! Okay! I’m gonna answer the door, fix your hair!”

Lance does, frantically trying to pat it down so it doesn’t look like he’s been nervously running his hands through it for four hours (he has) or that he just had sex (he hasn’t). (Well. Not since this morning.)

“Here, let me —” Lance practically melts at Keith’s touch, his gentle hands through the knots in Lance’s un-straightened hair, even though it’s certainly not a new sensation.

But he always appreciates Keith’s hands on him.

“We’ll be okay,” Keith says, dropping a kiss on Lance’s forehead before stepping away. “I mean, if we fail we can just be assholes and pull the saviours-of-the-universe card, right?”

Lance flicks him on the forehead, unable to fight back a smile. “We’re supposed to be responsible now, Mullet.”

Keith grins, curling one hand in Lance’s and one around the doorknob. “Whatever you say, Kogane. You ready?”

Lance nods, squeezing Keith’s hand.

They’ve got this.

“Hi,” says someone who is decidedly not the social worker, looking at them nervously from their front door.

Keith and Lance blink at her, and then each other, shocked.

Well. At least this is better than Mrs. Kreft coming early, at least.

“Romelle? What are you doing here?”

The Altean’s face crumples, and she throws herself at Keith.

“I don’t know what I’m doing with my life,” she wails.

Lance sighs fondly, shaking his head.

He should have known.

“I’ll call Mrs. Kreft,” Lance says as Keith guides the sobbing woman to their couch. Keith nods gratefully, then turns his attention back to Romelle, so Lance heads to the kitchen to give them some privacy.

He quickly dials the social worker’s number, resting his hip on the counter and fiddling with a random pen he found.

“Lance! I’m about to leave for your place now. Everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” he reassures. “Keith’s sister popped by unexpectedly, though. She’ll probably stay for a couple weeks. I was wondering if you could maybe do one of our character evaluations at the same time as the home visit? Two birds with one stone, you know.”

If there’s one thing Lance is good at, it’s rolling with the punches. He’ll handle this.

“You caught me at a good time, then,” Mrs. Kreft says jovially. “I’ll get the right paperwork. Is Keith’s sister prepared for the interview process? She’s not really meant to rehearse or anything — she’s supposed to provide an honest and timely assessment of your caregiving abilities — but it would be best if she knew it was coming.”

“I’ll make sure to brief her. Thank you, Mrs. Kreft. We really appreciate it.”

“Of course, Lance. I’m rooting for you two. I’ll see you in about forty-five minutes.”

“Alright, thanks. Bye.”

Keith walks in to the kitchen just as she hangs up.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes,” Lance says, reaching over to rest his hand on the side of Keith’s neck. He rubs his thumb over the tense muscles there, tracing over his clenched jaw and pursed lips. “I handled it, baby. She’s going to do a character interview with Romelle at the same time, so this worked out.”

Keith sighs in relief, tilting forward to rest his head on Lance’s shoulder. Lance shifts so he’s comfortable, running his hands through Keith’s hair.

“Oh, thank God.”

Lance hums. “Told you it would be fine.”

“I know. It’s just — I feel like every time we try and do something for our future, something happens and you end up picking up my mess on your own. We’re about to — we’re trying to be parents, Lance. I want us to be on equal grounds.”

“Hey.” Lance tugs gently on his husband’s hair. “Look at me.”

Keith does, looking down at him with a furrowed brow and frustrated pout. Lance reaches up to smooth the line between his eyebrows.

“Do you think I walked into this unprepared?” he asks sternly. “I know you, sweetheart. I knew exactly what I signed up for when I agreed to be your right hand. Do you think that stopped when the war was won? Do you think I didn’t know that were were going to be doing this leading schtick our whole lives? I knew who you were when I married you, baby. This is not a surprise. You’re not leaving me to clean up after you. We’re a team, cielo. And sometimes a team means I stay home and hold the fort while you’re picking up our dumbass friends from a holding cell, or calling the social worker as you make sure everything’s okay. Okay?”

Keith exhales, pressing his forehead to Lance’s.

“Okay. Thank you, Lance. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Lance presses a quick kiss to his lips before stepping away, grabbing a box of tissues and filling up a glass of water. “Okay, Samurai. Fill me in. What’s up with Romelle?”

“She’s worried she’s got no future. She’s been kind of drifting around between New Altea and the Rebels and the Blades, doesn’t feel like she fits in anywhere.”

“So she’s going through the emo Keith phase,” Lance teases.

Keith scowls. “Whatever. Technically.”

“She came to the right place, then. Your earnestly awkward life-coach ass will have her fixed up in no time.”

“You’re mean to me,” Keith says, pouting.

Lance laughs, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Mhm, and you’d be lost without me. Let’s go make sure you’re sister is okay.”

Intermission

To Lance’s relief, there are no interruptions on the most important day of their lives — the day everything they’ve been slowly working for comes together. The day their family grows to four — two kids, siblings, lives uprooted by the war — there are no interruptions. No one calls, no one shows up unexpectedly, no one needs their help.

It’s just them, terrified and elated at the front door, meeting Mason and Keevah for the first time.

Keith is the first to react. He squeezes Lance’s hands three times in quick succession then lets go, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the floor, eye-level with Mason. He looks at Keith warily, untrusting.

It makes Lance’s heart ache, for this little boy who had the worst thing that could ever happen to a kid happen to him while the entire planet was falling apart, who has learned to be jaded and icy to every adult he’s met, who only barely remembers what it’s like to live in a loving home.

“Hi,” Mason says eventually.

Keith smiles slightly. “I’m Keith. My husband’s name is Lance.” Lance waves. Mason glances at him, but does not wave back. “We have a room prepared for you and your sister.”

Mason blinks, surprised. “Me and Keevah?”

Lance smiles, finally losing the battle with his tears. (He’s doing everything he can to keep the smile on his face, keep himself from openly sobbing. He keeps imagining himself in Mason’s position, losing his parents before he could talk properly and suddenly desperate to stay with your infant sister. It’s heartbreaking. He already aches for this kid, and he barely knows him.)

(Yet.)

“Yes,” he says, voice cracking. “We figured that would make the transition easier.”

Mason hesitates a moment. Lance can see the emotions warring on his face — to trust, or not to trust — and he can hear Keith’s breathing shift, slightly, like he’s remembering feeling those exact same emotions himself, years and years ago, stepping into Shiro’s apartment for the first time and wondering if it’s worth it to hope.

“Okay,” Mason says eventually. He tugs on Keevah’s hand, wrapped tightly around her big brother’s finger, other thumb in her mouth as she stares at Keith and Lance with blatant curiosity. “Let’s go, Keevah. It’s late. Time for bed.”

Lance moves to guide them to their new room, but Keith stands, placing a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“It’s the first door on your left,” he tells them. Mason nods once and walks off, superhero suitcase rolling behind him. (They hadn’t known if Mason liked superheroes, or Keevah, but Keith had been adamant that they buy a set of luggage before signing all the paperwork, quietly confiding that the worst thing about moving to a new home growing up was packing all your shit in a garbage bag, like that was all it was worth. Lance was quick to agree.)

“They’ll need time to adjust,” Keith murmurs. “I always hated the fosters that were too overbearing.”

Lance sniffles, nodding. “Good point.”

Keith’s smile is soft as he reaches over to brush the tears from Lance’s cheeks, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Everything will work out,” he murmurs. “Promise.”

The surety of his husband’s voice makes him smile. Keith’s strength is unwavering.

“I know. I trust you.”

4. Allura

By the time the fourth call comes, half a year later, Keith is starting to catch on. He’s in the middle of shoving their last duffel bag into the trunk when his phone rings, and his sigh is so heavy that Lance can hear it from the driver’s seat. He hides a smile in his hand.

Keith’s phone is connected to the car’s bluetooth, so Lance turns down the volume — high enough that he can hear, but low enough that Mason and Keevah, who are playing patty cake in the back seat, can’t.

“Allura? Everything okay?” Despite his exasperation, his voice is calm.

For a whole fifteen seconds the other end is silent, long enough that Lance would almost think that the Queen of New Altea had simply butt dialed them were it not for the faintest sounds of heavy, stressed breathing. Then Allura blurts out: “I can’t do this anymore.”

There’s another moment of silence as Keith processes that.

“Do what?” he asks hesitantly. He slides into the passenger seat, buckling up and flashing a small smile at Lance. Lance shoots him a thumbs up in acknowledgment, glancing in the rearview to make sure the kids are buckled too, before peeling out of the driveway, setting route for his parent’s house.

“Do this!” Allura cries, tears audible in her voice. “I’m — I’m quiznaking everything up! I can’t — I’m not fit to be a leader, Keith! I’m not you, I’m not Shiro, and I’m certainly not my father, and I am going to lead my entire people and our planet into a flaming pile of Weblum dung! I am the worst queen to ever be coronated! I’m a mistake!” She sobs, so loud the audio crackles with it. Lance exchanges a worried look with his husband.

He’s never heard Allura so upset — not even when they were facing the end of the universe and none of them had a hail mary to fall back on.

“You’re not a mistake, Allura.” Keith’s voice is quiet, but firm, full of undeniable conviction. He leaves absolutely no room for doubt. “Don’t insult my friend that way.”

Allura chokes on another sob over the phone. For a while there are no words, just the sound of her cries, long enough that Lance feels his own heart start to hurt and chin start to tremble. He hates hearing his friends — his family — suffering.

“I don’t know what to do,” Allura chokes out. “I’m not — every choice I make is the wrong one.”

Keith reaches over and plucks one of Lance’s hands off the steering wheel, gripping it tightly. He doesn’t even seem to notice he’s done it, staring thoughtfully at his phone, like he needed to borrow Lance’s strength for a minute. He hates hearing any of them in pain, too.

Lance squeezes tightly, happy to lend it.

“What happened?”

It’s hard to make out everything she’s saying, intergalactic calls already so staticky on top of her emotions making her accent thicker than usual, but the gist is pretty obvious. Allura has been queen for half a decade, now, a little more — the honeymoon phase, so to speak, is starting to wear off. No longer are all her people just relieved to be out from Lotor’s tyranny — like with any nation, tension has arisen, and Allura is struggling to handle it all on her own. She can’t please everybody, and it’s beyond disheartening to have so many people, who were once completely happy with her and her leadership, frustrated with her.

Keith lets her vent until she finally stops for a moment to breathe. He takes a moment to gather himself, frowning deeply.

“I don’t understand why all of this is resting on your shoulders,” he says carefully.

There’s a pause.

“…Pardon?”

“You seem to be the only one putting out every single fire that’s popping up,” Keith repeats. “Where’s Coran? Or the rest of your council?”

This time the pause is much longer.

Guiltier.

“I don’t want to burden them.”

Keith sighs, but it’s not disappointed. It’s exasperated. Concerned, more than anything. Despite himself, Lance smiles; it’s the exact same sigh Lance would often heave when Keith was trying to do everything by himself, in his earliest Black Paladin days. It’s beyond a little amusing to hear it from the other end.

“Allura, that is their job. They are paid to take some of that burden from you, dude. Quite a lot of it, in fact.”

“Still,” Allura says stubbornly. “It’s not — I’m the queen. ‘Heavy is the head that wears the crown’, as you humans say.”

Keith’s indigo eyes brighten. Lance groans, barely resisting the urge to slam his head on the steering wheel — he recognises that look. That’s his husband’s I just thought of an applicable metaphor look.

Keith gleefully ignores him, bolstering right on.

“And what happens if the head is too heavy, ‘Llura?”

Lance groans louder, so Allura can hear this time. It startles a laugh out of her, which brings a smile to Lance’s face and a scowl to Keith’s.

“…You topple right over,” Allura admits begrudgingly.

Keith nods, inordinately pleased with himself. “Exactly.”

“You’re infuriating,” Allura informs him. She blows her nose. “I hate it when you’re right.”

“Well, good thing that doesn’t happen often,” Lance chimes in, because the opportunity was right there and the whole point of marriage is that he has the opportunity to mock Keith until they both finally bite it.

Allura laughs as Keith glares at him. Lance smiles primly.

“I cannot believe you two,” Keith mutters to himself. Lance kisses the tips of his fingers with an exaggerated mwah noise and presses the fingers to Keith’s forehead. Much to his own chagrin, no doubt, the action makes his lips twitch up into a smile.

“Thank you, Keith,” Allura says. “You too, Lance. I — appreciate it. And you.”

The softness bleeds back into Keith’s expression. Sap. “Of course, Allura. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

He’s quiet for a moment after she hangs up, contemplative.

“Isn’t it strange that she called me for — for leadership advice?” he questions finally, turning to face Lance. “I mean, I stumbled through every day as leader. Shiro was more of a natural. Hell, you’re better with pep talks, Mr. The Black Lion Chose You And I Trust It’s Judgement.”

The set up is there. Lance could spell it out for him now, gently explain what he’s observed over the years, what he knows to be true — Keith, even though he refuses to admit it or even let himself notice, is the cornerstone of their family, the one who grew up with so much change so constantly that he learned to find steadiness in himself.

But that’s a longer conversation. That’s a quiet conversation, for when Lance can give his husband his full attention, when they can face each other and be honest and work through the inevitable pain of Keith accepting that as truth. Not when Lance is driving, and their kids are in the back, very obviously listening in at this point.

“Oh, come on, Fearless Leader,” Lance teases. “She knew she needed a nice, cheesy metaphor to set her head on straight, isn’t it obvious?”

Keith scoffs, smacking him on the bicep. “Jerk.”

Lance gasps loudly, clutching the bicep dramatically.

“Mason! Keevah! Did you see what your evil, evil daddy did to me?! To your beloved Papa! Oh, how I am wounded! Betrayed! By the love of my life, my dearest husband, the man to whom I have pledged my heart —”

The kids giggle, Keith rolling his eyes so hard it has to hurt him.

Lance smiles to himself. Now’s not the right time, but they’ll get there — soon.

5. Sylvio

The truth finally starts to cement itself in Keith’s head by the fifth phone call.

Lance groans as his husband’s ringtone drags him from his sleep, glaring at the man who sleeps peacefully right through it. He smacks him with a pillow, waking him with a startled “Wha—?” and then hands him his phone.

“Hello?” Keith asks groggily, sitting up — dragging Lance, who was laying on his chest, up with him, much to his chagrin — and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

There’s a beat of silence, then a timid: “Tio Keith?”

Both of them shoot up in alarm. Lance hasn’t heard his nephew sound so close to tears since he was much younger.

“It’s three in the morning, kiddo,” Keith says, looking at Lance as if to ask what’s going on?. Lance shrugs, gesturing at the phone — find out!

“I fucked up,” Sylvio says in a small voice, and then he bursts into tears. Keith leaps out of bed immediately, frantically looking for some pants. Lance grabs them and tosses them to him, watching in concern.

“Woah — Sylvio — slow down, I can’t —”

But Sylvio keeps rambling, in a mix of Spanish and English so muddled that even Lance has no idea what he’s saying.

“Just please come get me,” he cries, the first clear words in minutes.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming, kiddo. Where are you?”

Sylvio rattles off an address, and Keith nods. “I’m coming, okay? Keep your phone on you.”

Sylvio says something in affirmation, then keeps crying, muttering to himself. Keith covers the phone with one hand, he other tugging on some socks. He looks at Lance in panic.

“Why is he calling me?”

Lance shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“You should go,” Keith says nervously. “He’s your nephew, you —”

“He’s your nephew too,” Lance interrupts quietly. “You know that. Plus, he called you, cielo. You’re the one he needs right now.”

Keith doesn’t look any more reassured. In fact he looks more desperate and confused by the second. “Maybe we should both go.”

Lance is already shaking his head before he finishes his sentence. “Keevah’s sick, baby. One of us has to stay home in case she gets worse, or throws up.” He slides off the bed, padding over to Keith and cupping his face gently. “Go, Keith. Bring him back, we’ll talk to him then, okay? I’ll wait up. Luis and Lisa aren’t far from here, it won’t take you more than twenty minutes both ways.”

“Right.” Keith takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opens them again, most of the panic is gone, replaced with the same determination he always has when things get a little dicey and hopeless. “I’ll be back in a bit,” he says, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to Lance’s lips. Lance holds him there for a moment, trying to press a little bit more of his love into it than usual.

“I’ll be here.”

+1. Keith

A little less than an hour later, Lance hears their car pull into the driveway. He tugs his robe around him tightly, hurrying to open the door.

“Hey,” Keith says, kissing him quickly and then moving to let Sylvio come through. His face is creased in worry. Sylvio walks in after, silently, shoulders hunched and eyes puffy, face streaked with tears. Lance closes and locks the door behind him, reaching up to hug his nephew tightly.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

Sylvio sniffles, face crumpling. He leans into Lance’s embrace, face to his neck, and Lance feels his face get wet with tears again. “Hi, Tio.” His voice cracks.

Lance guides them both to the living room, setting them down on the couch.

“I’ll grab some tea,” Keith murmurs.

Lance hums at him, leaning back onto the cushions and stroking Sylvio’s hair as he cries. Keith is back shortly, setting three mugs on the coffee table and sitting on Sylvio’s other side, arm over the back of the couch. He’s silent for a while, waiting for the kid’s cries to peter out.

“What happened?” he asks, once Sylvio has finally calmed down a bit.

“Dad and I have been fighting a lot,” he says quietly. Lance winces. He’s heard from Lisa and Luis, of course, but he would have figured it out even if he hadn’t — Sylvio has called Luis ‘Papa’ every day of his life, since he was a little boy. He’s only called Luis ‘Dad’ when he’s furious, when he’s deliberately trying to hurt Luis, when both of them can barely stand to be in the same room as each other.

Lance rubs his shoulder. “What happened?”

Sylvio’s chin trembles, and another tear drips down his cheek. “He never — no one I bring home is ever good enough. Nadia can bring home whomever she wants and it’s never a problem, but when I do it, suddenly he has a million faults and he’s bad for me or too old for me or just a shitbag.” He makes a noise of frustration. “He treats me like a baby, like I’m incapable of of making a fucking decision for myself.”

As subtly as he can, Lance exchanges a look with Keith. This is not the first time this situation has been brought up, by more than one person. Sylvio calls Lance to complain about his parents on a semi-regular basis, and both Luis and Lisa have confided in him on more than one occasion.

The problem is, Sylvio is…kind of in the wrong, here.

Privately, when they try and make light of the situation, they joke that Sylvio has the Lance taste — that is, garbage. Before Keith, Lance was very good at falling for people who were either really bad for him, bad in general, didn’t like him, or treated him like shit. A good portion of that came from his own insecurity and cripplingly low self-esteem, and Sylvio is no exception.

Every guy he has brought home has been, to Luis’ credit, not good enough. Once it was someone who made fun of Sylvio every other sentence, once it was a guy who was three times his age, once someone who was clearly using Sylvio as a rebound… Luis saw it, but he was incapable of handling it in any way other than outright banning Sylvio from seeing whomever the loser of the month was, which went about as well as you would think.

It’s been an ongoing problem.

“I’m sorry you guys are fighting,” Lance says, because it’s truly not his place to try and parent Sylvio. He’s tried to guide both his brother and his nephew into the right direction, but neither listen. “I’m glad you called us first, though. That was the safest thing for you to do.”

Sylvio bites his lip. Keith shakes his head slightly.

Lance’s face drops. “Oh, Sylvio…”

His nephew’s face crumples. “I thought the party would be a good distraction,” he whispers. “I didn’t think — he’s supposed to love me, why did he —” Sylvio interrupts himself with a sob. Lance holds him tightly again. He’s not sure exactly what happened, and he won’t know until he can ask, but he can make a pretty good assumption.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Let it out.”

Sylvio cries on his shoulder for a while longer, long past when he runs out of tears, just dry-sobbing until his whole body shakes and his eyes must be burning. Lance holds him through it, and Keith keeps a steady hand on his back.

“Daddy?” comes a small voice, at least a half hour later. All three of them crane their necks towards the sound, seeing Keevah, eyes watery, standing in the low light of the kitchen with her stuffed lion clutched in her hand. “I threw up.”

Keith gets up immediately. “Oh, c’mere, sweetie.” He scoops her up, her head resting on his shoulder, then turns toward Lance. “I’ll put her back to bed, you get Sylvio to bed?”

Lance nods, and Keith heads back to her and Mason’s bedroom. Lance stands, gently pulling his nephew to his feet, guiding him to the guest room.

Once he’s got the bed turned down and Sylvio in some of Keith’s old pj’s, he tucks him into bed like he’s nine instead of nineteen, kissing him gently on the forehead.

“I’ll call your parents to let them know you’re safe, okay?” Sylvio nods, half asleep. “Sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

By the time Lance hits the lights, he’s out. Lance watches him for a moment, smiling sadly.

He’ll figure it out. Lance did, when he was nineteen, even though it sucked.

He pads over to his and Keith’s bedroom, exhausted, but knowing that he won’t be sleeping for a while. Keith is already there, pulling off his vomit-stained shirt — poor Keevah — and pulling on a fresh one.

“She okay?” Lance murmurs, crawling under the covers and into Keith’s open arms. Keith nods, tightening his hold and pressing a kiss to Lance’s hair.

“Yeah. Fell asleep halfway through her bath.”

“Poor thing.”

Keith is silent for a while, fingertips tracing circles on Lance’s lower back, but he’s nowhere near falling asleep. He’s tense as a live wire, and Lance can feel his heart pound where their chests are pressed together.

“I don’t understand,” he says eventually. His voice is so quiet Lance can barely hear him.

Lance doesn’t need him to specify. “I do.”

The mindless shapes Keith is tracing shift to something more deliberate, tapping, seeking comfort rather than mindless fidgeting.

“…Explain it to me?”

Lance shifts slightly, so he’s still in Keith’s hold but there’s a bit of space between them, so he can look Keith in the face.

“People trust you, Keith. There’s nothing to explain.” He leans in and presses a kiss to Keith’s neck, the hollow of his throat — not to instigate anything, but to touch, to press his lips somewhere vulnerable and say I am watching out for you. “You are so deliberate, my love. So devoted. Everyone knows it, even if they don’t realise it outright.”

Keith’s breathing is laboured. “I’m not what they think I am,” he says, voice wrecked. Lance presses another kiss right on his adam’s apple, to his trachea, to the underside of his jaw, to his chin.

“You are more than you think you are.”

“I’m not. I’m not.” Lance kisses right under his ear, and he tastes salt, from where a tear finally escaped and trailed down his cheekbone. “I’m a mess, Lance. Nothing about me is stable. Why do they rely on me?”

“I rely on you.”

“That’s different. We’re — you’re my husband. We rely on each other.”

Lance pauses for a second, gathering his thoughts, considering his angle. How can he explain the fundamental truth about Keith Kogane that is so obvious to everyone who knows him? That is the clearest part of him?

“When Pidge wanted to run from Voltron and find her family, who convinced her to stay?”

Keith is silent.

“When Shiro had flashbacks of his year of torture and couldn’t tell reality from nightmare, who sat with him until he could breath again?”

Keith’s chin trembles.

“When the Blades were out of ideas and out of luck, who changed everything?”

His breathing gets heavier. “Lance —”

Lance ignores him, barrelling on. “When Hunk’s panic attacks got so bad he was convinced he was having a heart attack, who squeezed his hand until he could breath again?”

Keith sobs. “Lance, that’s not —”

Lance reaches up to gently wipe the tears, staring at his husband until he finally looks back, until indigo meets brown and he knows that Keith is finally getting it.

“Who,” he asks quietly, determined, “was it that I came to, when there were five lions and six paladins? Who stepped down for me?”

Keith laughs wetly. “I gave you the worst pep talk in the world,” he protests, but Lance can finally hear the acceptance in his voice. He smiles.

“And yet.”

“And yet,” Keith agrees. He ducks down and kisses Lance soundly, hands cupping his face, lips moving like he’s trying to fuse himself to Lance.

“Thank you. For knowing and watching and waiting for me.”

“Always,” Lance murmurs, pressing their foreheads together. “Always, my star.”

#I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE MOTIVATION TO FINISH THIS FOR 5 MONTHS #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #established klance #domestic klance #married klance #parents klance #keith & pidge #keith & hunk #keith & romelle #keith & allura #keith & lance’s family #tall keith #brown-eyed lance #hurt/comfort #longpost #fic #my writing #observant lance #devoted keith #keith is good with kids #post canon

[ofmermaidstories]

okay while i have been rolling around in bed sick i have had plenty of time to think and ponder priorities in regards to my WIPs so i think in order we’re gonna go:

📝 motivating the marquess, my leg in the regency fic [posted in its entirety]

📝 chapter one of still (falling for you), Shouto’s fic and the third and final part of the Big 3 series

📝 the first one-shot in this love (is ours), the Bakugou/Weeds collection that dovetails the Big 3 series.

and then way way way later, in october—

📝 帰省, the halloween/ghost one-shot.

these are my guaranteed projects for this year! i was going to post 帰省 (homecoming), the halloween one-shot whenever i finished it, but to be honest the heat of summer has kind of ruined the mood of writing it for me LMAO. 💀 it’s too sticky to care about being haunted. 😩 i’ve been disappointed with myself for not delivering that in time for last halloween—immensely, actually, because i dearly love all these silly little celebrations we have for ourselves and i wanted to play and also tbh i just wanted to do something different. 🥺 but there’s no point in beating ourselves up!!! it’s boring. 😌 so we will just have to make sure it’s ready for this year. 😌🙏🏽

the sun god’s bride isn’t on the list mostly bc i work on it randomly. 💀 i’m thinking of like, getting at least the next two chapters of it done though before i start posting again. 🧐 or maybe just going flat out on it after the shouto fic is established, and finishing it? 🧐🧐 will revise.

i wanna post motivating first for two reasons: it’ll be completed in its entirety, and then it gets it outta the way for our bigger, more long-distance projects. 🥹 still + this love will be posted roughly around the same time, with still coming first.

everything else—random drabbles here or any spontaneous WIPs—will just have to fill in the gaps! but these ones make up my concrete goals for this year. ✨💪🏽🥹 anything else will be a fun bonus lmaooo. but thank-you, as always, for bearing with me. 🥺 let’s make 2024 a year of stories. 📖✨

#housekeeping 🧺🌷🌿

[saccharinesunsetretired]

Safe With Me | Gothbur x Reader

This took fifty years and it's not even that long MY BAD I've been working on a million writing projects at once and I'm terrible at time management. Anyway Gothbur is @abbs-writes-nsfw's creation, and I absolutely adore him, so this is mostly a gift for abbs :) sorry it is so short, but I hope you like it!

Summary: An attempt to lose your virginity to your boyfriend doesn't quite go as planned. Of course, he's a sweetheart about it.

Warnings/Tags: Virginity loss (sorta?), smut, discussions of sex/boundaries/comfort levels, mention of an uncomfortable (but consensual) past sexual experience, Gothbur is a demisexual icon and also an absolute sweetheart, brief alcohol usage but nothing crazy, hurt/comfort, reader is AFAB but gender neutral 

Word Count: 2k

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOCKS WILL BE BLOCKED

The bed had been made earlier in the day—Wilbur’s red sheets still smelled fresh. They were warm against your back, having been taken out of the dryer not long before. Clearly, he’d finished setting everything up only moments before you arrived.

It had all started with a conversation over a few drinks in Wilbur’s apartment, just two new lovers up late at night with nothing to do. You’d just started dating him after being friends with him for months. The transition felt as natural as breathing. Wilbur was a steadying force, a calming presence. It was impossible for you to be upset when he was around. At least, you were never truly upset for long.

So that’s why, after a few shared drinks and stories, Wilbur asked you for a secret. He said it jokingly, like he expected a sarcastic answer. Instead, you’d been honest.

“I’m a virgin,” you’d said. You felt your cheeks get slightly hot as you waited for Wilbur’s judgment. As per usual with him, no judgment came. “And I haven’t told you yet, because I was worried it’d…I dunno. Be a dealbreaker or something, because I’m so inexperienced.”

Wilbur’s brows had furrowed as he gazed at you. The lights in his apartment were all turned off except for the purple LEDs that lined the walls of his bedroom. “Sweetheart, you don’t need to hide that from me. It’s fine. I don’t have any issue with it.”

“…You don’t?” you asked, hesitant. 

Wilbur shook his head and scooted closer to you, setting his drink aside. He gave you the softest of smiles. “Of course not. I promise.” He rested his forehead against yours. “We’ll move at your pace, okay? Whatever feels comfortable.”

“How about soon?” The words left your lips before you could think twice about them. And then, it got worse. “Tonight, maybe?”

Wilbur laughed softly. “Sorry, darling, but I’d rather not take your virginity when we’ve both been drinking.” He gave your cheek a quick kiss. “But soon, okay? Promise.”

And he’d stayed true to his promise, because there you were—naked, lying on his clean sheets as you gazed up at him. His fingers were inside you, curling in all the right ways as you gasped and tried not to completely lose your composure. It was almost too much, the feeling of his hands on you, inside you, touching you. His face occasionally dipped down to where your neck met your shoulder so that he could press a kiss there and murmur more soft reassurances.

“You’re doing so good,” he said, voice soft and quiet. “Is this okay?” You couldn’t do anything but nod as you tried to hold back the noises that threatened to fall from your lips.

You were so, so close. You finally let yourself moan, small whines as he got you closer to the edge. “That’s it, baby, just like that,” he murmured. He pressed a quick kiss to your jaw as he continued working his fingers, pressing them to your g-spot while massaging your clit gently with his other hand. 

It didn’t take long for you to finish, panting, grasping at his wrist to make him stop his movements. He immediately caught the hint and pulled his hand away. You didn’t have words for how overwhelmed you were. It felt good, better than you could describe. Your legs trembled slightly, and they only stopped when Wilbur laid his hands gently on your thighs. “Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?” he asked. His brows were furrowed in concern as he looked down at you. “Do you need a minute?”

“I’m okay,” you said. Truth was, you were a little freaked out. It was odd, being naked in front of someone else, even if that person was just Wilbur. Every sensation felt so foreign. Sure, you’d gotten yourself off before, but this was a completely different ballpark, and you found yourself hesitant. “Can I just have a quick minute?” 

“No worries,” Wilbur said. He pressed a few kisses to your jaw. “I’ll grab a condom.” He shifted away, reaching for the bedside drawer. It gave you a moment to try and calm yourself down.

You told yourself there was nothing wrong, nothing to be afraid of. Wilbur loved you. This was right, this was good. So why did it feel so overwhelming?

You glanced at Wilbur as he rolled on a condom. You knew he was bigger than average—he’d warned you before taking his sweet time stretching you out—but seeing him put on the condom was a stark reminder. You glanced away quickly, not wanting him to see you staring.

He scooted back over to you. “Alright, love. Are you sure about this?” He looked at you with that same concerned expression.

“I’m fine, Wil. All good.” You managed a small smile as you parted your legs. He smiled back as he settled between them.

“Hey,” he said softly, “if you ever change your mind, tell me to stop, okay? I’ll stop, and we can try this some other time. It doesn’t all have to happen tonight.” 

You nodded and relaxed slightly before giving him a quick kiss. “I trust you,” you replied. And it was true. You did trust him. You trusted him with everything, even if you were a little on edge.

“Okay.” He lined himself up. You could barely feel the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance. He slowly entered you, pushing in just the tiniest amount. “Still alright?” he asked.

“Y-yeah…” Your voice was shaky. It didn’t hurt, but it was a bit of a stretch, and it felt…odd. “You can keep going.”

Wilbur nodded and pushed in a little more. He let out a shaky sigh as he did, a sign that he was thoroughly enjoying this. He was over halfway in. After a slight nod from you, silently urging him to go all the way, he did just that.

You let out a soft moan. He filled you completely. “Wil…”

“You’re doing so good for me,” he said quietly. He kissed your forehead. “Does it feel okay? I’m not hurting you?”

You shook your head. “You’re not hurting me.” But as you said that, the anxiety swelled back up within your chest. It was so much. His skin on your skin, the sheets, his cock, the muscles in your legs straining slightly to hold them in a position you weren’t used to. Every sensation felt like a little too much, but you wanted to keep going. Or, at least try. “You can go.”

Wilbur smiled down at you, but there was a hint of anxiety on his features. “Alright. Just relax, and tell me to stop if you need to.” He started moving, slow, languid movements of his hips. You let out a few quiet noises as he did so. Meanwhile, your mind spun.

You hadn’t expected to feel so vulnerable or so nervous. This wasn’t like what you thought it would be. It was simultaneously more and less intense. As Wilbur moved, and you felt every movement both inside and out, the anxiety got more and more prominent.

After a few more thrusts, you couldn’t take it anymore. “Could you please stop?” you asked. Your voice was quiet and shaky, but Wilbur immediately got the message. 

“Oh, sweetheart, of course. Are you okay? Do you want me to pull out?” You nodded. To your utter embarrassment, tears were stinging your eyes. Wilbur immediately did as you asked, pulling out and sitting by your side so that your legs could rest. 

He took off the condom and tossed it in the trash before quickly settling beside you, a clear sign that he didn’t expect this to continue any time soon. “Hey, darling, can you look at me?” he asked. His voice was soft but worried—there was a slightly higher pitch to it that he only took on when he was nervous. You looked at him despite your tears, and he immediately pressed a few quick kisses to your cheeks and forehead. “There you are, love. You’re safe. It’s just me.”

“I’m sorry,” you croaked out. “It—I was having fun, but then…it was…it was too much, and I got freaked out, and…” The words got more and more strained as you got closer to tears, and Wilbur ended up quietly shushing you.

“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s alright. You’re gonna be okay. There’s nothing you need to apologize for.” He laid beside you, allowing you the option of cuddling if you wanted it, and of course you did.

You buried your face in his chest, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Deep breaths, darling. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

As you laid in his arms, you knew it was true. Wilbur would never even dream of hurting you. You could still feel the slight tension in his muscles, an unspoken worry that he’d done something wrong and scared you away. “I’m sorry,” you said again. “It’s not your fault, I just…”

“It’s okay.” He kissed your forehead as he ran his fingers through your hair. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You sucked in a small breath. “I…I guess I didn’t realize how overwhelming this would be, being with someone like this. And I know that I’m safe, that it’s just you, and that you’d never hurt me, but it’s just a lot to process. And I feel stupid, because people lose their virginity all the time, and most of them aren’t crying about it.”

“It’s not stupid,” Wilbur said softly. “Not at all.” He continued playing with your hair as he spoke. “You know…I had my first time before I found out I was demisexual.” 

You had somehow never thought of that, but it made sense. He’d only figured out his sexuality recently, earlier in your relationship. “Oh,” you said quietly. “And was it…okay?”

“Embarrassing, mostly,” he confessed. “It was awkward. I didn’t know them very well, and I wasn’t really attracted to them, so it took me forever to get hard. It was sort of terrible. Fine and consensual, but really overwhelming.” His eyes met yours as you looked up at him. “I should have gone at my own pace, you know? The last thing I’d want is for you to feel rushed when you’re uncomfortable.”

“I’m sorry that happened,” you said quietly. You couldn’t imagine that, trying to lose your virginity to someone you weren’t particularly interested in. After all, you’d chosen Wilbur for a reason. “Really, you deserved a better time than that.”

“And so do you,” Wilbur said. “So keep that in mind, okay, love? We can take things at your pace. I don’t mind waiting at all.” He pulled you into a gentle hug. “I love you. Remember that.”

“I love you too.” You settled into his arms, accepting the affection gratefully. After a few moments of silence, you spoke again, still worried that he’d taken offense. “I trust you, I really do. I just…”

“I know you do,” he replied. “I’m not hurt, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He kissed your forehead. “I’m happy, honestly, that you felt comfortable enough to say something.” A pause. “I would’ve been horrified if I learned later on that you only put up with that to make me happy. Nobody deserves that.” 

That finally settled your nerves. “And you’re okay? You’re not disappointed?”

“Nah,” Wilbur said. “There are other things to do.” He ran his fingers through your hair, calm, slow movements to help settle you. “We could cuddle up, watch a movie…? Maybe?”

“Can we focus on the cuddling part first?” you asked, tone slightly teasing.

He smiled, and you could tell that he hadn’t been lying; there truly wasn’t even a hint of disappointment in his expression. It was almost hard to believe. Part of you had assumed that your first time would be uncomfortable, because wasn’t everyone’s? But Wilbur seemed to completely reject that idea. It was reassuring. “We can definitely focus on the cuddling part,” he said.

You pulled a blanket over the two of you and buried your face in his neck. He was right. There were always other things to do. And one day, you’d be ready. For now, the sheets were still warm, and Wilbur’s arms provided a reassuring shelter from the world. You could hear the soft sounds of his breathing and the slow beating of his heart. It was more than enough.

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot smut #wilbur soot x reader smut #wilbur x reader smut #wilbur smut #saccharine writes

[heilos]

Hello! My name is Moriah and I am a junior in high school. I was wondering if I might be able to get your insight on a few questions I have?

I am in my final years of high school and am starting to think about college but I have no idea what I want to pursue. I know I love art, so for a long time I have been thinking about getting an art major or going to an art school.

I’m reaching out because I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR ART and I think you are a very talented artist! I have been in love with your art for so long and I am curious and wondering how you are able to fit drawing into your life?

1.) If you went to college for art, what was it like? Do you think going to school for art or having an art major is worth it?

2.) how can I fit art into my everyday life? I’m sure you have work and other things to do in your life so how do you balance it out? (I just want to know how you can draw as much as you do!)

3.) do you do art as a full-time career or part-time career? is it an alright source of income? If it is a part-time career, how do you balance work, personal life, and art?

Thank you so much! And sorry if these questions might seem personal. I just want to know how other artist manage to draw and create their work and still have an adult life. Thanks again, and thank you for being a huge inspiration in my life to create the art I love! Your art means so much to me!❤️❤️ ❤️

Hi Moriah! Thank you so much for your patience since it took me a bit to answer this. I'll do my best to be as honest as possible. 1) I think going to college can be beneficial even if I wish i'd done things differently. In hindsight I would have definitely taken more time to really look through all available options instead of gunning straight for the most "prestigious" looking colleges since the idea of having a big name school on your resume was pretty prevalent when I was growing up. I went to Savannah College of Art and Design or SCAD for short and while I don't regret the friends I made there, I do regret not understanding just how much an institution like that ended up costing in loans compared to what I got out of it education wise. It always hurts my heart to see other kids get chained to huge amounts of student loan debt that could have been avoided. And even then you don't necessarily need a college degree for every type of art job. Your portfolio is what really matters more to prospective work places if you're looking at a career related to art. I would also keep in mind that the field is very competitive depending on what your goals are. Do you want to get into animation? game design? illustration? comics? prop design, character design or environment design? ect ect. Always try and give yourself the best advantage you can with researched knowledge of what you might be getting yourself into. Also there is no rush to go immediately into college even if you're dead set on wanting to attend one. Please give yourself as much time as you need to really make that decision and, if you have the option, don't feel pressured into thinking you HAVE to make that choice immediately out of high school. 2) I do get quite a bit of production art done on my days off mostly since I'm very experienced in working on group projects like Mystery Skulls Animated. When you're doing art and production work with other people, there's a different mindset in that others are relying on you to keep decently productive so that you're not holding up the pipeline if you're dedicated to seeing a project through to completion. Now when it comes to purely fun art on the side, I've actually only recently started balancing my time out better with work to sketch since the draw back of working on a group project like this for so long is a certain level of burn out. I had about a 2-3 year period where I couldn't get myself to draw much of anything even if I was excited about something like a new game or animated series and it's taken awhile to come to terms with the time lost since my body and head needed that time to recover and that's something i'm much more ok with now. I'm not the absolute best on advice for time management unfortunately, but seeking out projects that might interest you and lets you collaborate with other artists is definitely one way to keep yourself excited and engaged when wanting to make art. Just know and/or learn your limits and you'll be better about not getting too burned out when trying to find that decent balance of art time and other life activities. 3) I actually don't do art full time even if that was originally the plan back in college. I personally found out that I didn't want to turn it into a job the closer graduation came, but that varies completely from person to person and plenty of up and coming artists have found fulfillment in having art be their job too. I used to make prints for conventions so that was a partial income source for a little bit, but again for me it got tiring and I ended up getting a different more physical job to supplement my income while still being able to have enough time to stick around with my friend group on our music video projects. And again there's no shame in taking some time in trying to figure out if you want to make art your job and coming to a different conclusion. Sometimes the things we plan when we're younger take a wildly different turn out of left field and education or job aspirations are very much included in that.

#personal #personal ramblings #long post #college #art college #I hope some of these answers helped with your questions!

[courtney-deserved-better]

A Tisket, a Casket, I’m Gonna Blow a Gasket: Noah confuses the Ice Dancers, and Owen is comfortable in his sexuality.

chapter six of my ridonculous race rewrite has been posted! go check it out!

read from the beginning here

summary:

Courtney thinks competing in the Ridonculous Race as the Best Friends is a terrible idea, but Alejandro is certain that with their skills, they can win… even if his legs are still damaged, and a few former members of Team Chris are also competing. Not to mention that Courtney soon finds herself distracted by a face she never expected to see here. As wounds from the past begin to rip open, will the Best Friends be able to stay best friends?

Noah expects this show to be like any other that he and Owen have competed on in the last year, complete with his steadily increasing competitive drive. What he doesn’t expect is to make fast friends with another team, or a reunion with a strangely sincere Alejandro. More perceptive than he’s given credit for, Owen just wants his little buddy to choose happiness, which is easier said than done on reality television.

Emma will do anything to win the million—except trust her opponents, or even her allies. Competing mostly for fun, Kitty wishes her sister would let her walls down, as she’s tired of how Emma’s been treating her since her bad breakup. There’s only so much bossy behavior she can take, and if Emma doesn’t start being honest with her, Kitty’s going to take charge.

#total drama #td courtney #td alejandro #alenoah #total drama ridonculous race #td owen #td noah #td kitty #rr emma #td emma #total drama presents: the ridonculous race #tdrr #total drama fic #td fic #fic #my fic #courtnemma #amicus curiae

[stardewrotsession]

Note: Thank you for the love on my last post! I’m not sure if this one is as good since I’m not that good at writing bachelorette headcanons. I’m working on it though! I opened requests in case anyone wants to send anything.

When the Bachelors/Bachelorettes realize they have a crush on you:

Bachelorettes:

Maru

- She’s the type of person who loves working on and sharing her projects with other people.

- So when you started showing interest in her inventions? She‘a not complaining, but she’d be lying if she said she expected the new town farmer to be interested in mechanics.

- Still, she was exhilarated to show off her smarts and skills to you.

- You were always super friendly and really nice, at least with her. And she appreciated that.

- It would get to the point where she would randomly spot you by the community center or up by the mountains and ask to get your opinion on something she’s working on.

- She starts to really care about your opinions and critics, mostly because you find a way to be gentle about it but still be able to tell the truth.

- She’d start making little trinkets and gadgets to try and help you out on the farm afterwards.

- It was a way to show you she cares!

- …Maybe in more ways than one.

Leah

- You occasionally see Leah painting or admiring the view on the beach, the forest, or the lake.

- She loves the outdoors, just being outside and being in the moment while the breeze hits her face is what makes life worth it for her.

- She was always a friendly person, but once you started showing interest in her art she began talking to you some more.

- I’d like to think one day, you’d introduce her to the secret forest past the wizard’s house.

- After she watched you take on the slimes, she’d look around the forest in awe.

- “This… this is breath taking…” She’d say. “Do you come here often?”

- Ever since then, you two would plan to go to the forest together every week or so.

- Sometimes she’d bring some paper and paint with her so she could try to capture the natural beauty.

- But whenever she’d try to, she wouldn’t be able to paint it without picturing you with her, admiring her work and talking to her about your life before moving, and how much better it has gotten.

- You were all she could think about.

- She wouldn’t be able to get you out of her head for a while after that.

Penny

- So, Penny was always pretty shy around you.

- A new farmer, going out of their way to talk to her and get to know her?

- She was very overwhelmed.

- Slowly but surely, she would start talking to you, and she would begin to feel more comfortable around you.

- When you ended up talking to her about Jas and Vincent’s favorite gifts, you started to catch her attention.

- “Vincent’s favorite thing is snails right? I’m not sure if Jodi would approve, but I got a bunch that he could pet or play with if he likes that.”

- “Hey, can I come by later today to give Jas some cake? I remember Marnie mentioning she really liked cake, and I wanted to try to bake one for her.”

- The way the farmer would talk so fondly and kindly about the kids made her realize she really wanted to get to know you better.

- And when you began talking about how important education is?

- And especially when you’d listen to her venting about Pam’s drinking without any judgment?

- Yeah, she’s definitely going to go out of her way to see you a little bit more now.

Abigail

- Abigail’s hobbies are a little different compared to the other bachelorettes’ personalities. She’s not like other girls.

- She loves anything that has to do with adventure, and if she’s being completely honest, she was disappointed when someone moved into that old abandoned farmhouse.

- Not like she held it against you though. It was just one less place to explore for her.

- However, she notices a lot of things. And the new farmer carrying around a nice looking sword caught her eye.

- Ever since she approached you about it, you two have been talking nonstop about your adventures in the mines.

- It wasn’t until she went down with you when she realized just how brave you were, putting your life on the line to protect her and to let her see and fight the monsters lurking down below.

- Brave, awesome, amazing.

- And you were into video games on top of that?

- She was done for.

Emily

- Magical gem girly.

- If she were to fall for the new farmer, she would need the new farmer to be just as into crystals, auras, etc.

- You two would be able to talk about tarot cards and magical crystal abilities day in and day out.

- It’d definitely be a nice refreshing change to cleaning up for Haley, walking around the town, and working at the saloon.

-I’d like to think one day she invited you over to her house to read your palms at night.

- and unexpectedly, she’d get a little distracted by how soft her strong your hands were from working on the farm.

- Something about holding your hand in hers felt right.

- “So what’s my life line Em?” You’d say, interrupting her day dream.

- “…Hm? Oh, yeah. Let me see…”

- Her face was definitely red for the rest of the night.

Haley

- Haley never liked you at first.

- I mean, it wasn’t like she hated you, exactly. You were just another person moving to this boring old town without any malls to go to or friends to hang out with.

- She only really started to talk to you after you open a jar for her.

- I’m sorry, I just think she’s a bit superficial at first.

- Who was she to ignore a strong guy/gal?

- But after finding her great grandma’s bracelet in the beach and cheering her up a bit, she starts to open her mind a bit more.

- She hasn’t had the worst life, in fact she’s had a pretty great one. So she wasn’t the type to vent or look back in the past and have a lot of regrets.

- …But it still felt really nice to have someone there to listen when she felt a little sad…

- She may need to rethink some things after talking to you.

#stardew valley #stardew #sdv #stardew valley headcanons #stardew headcanon #sdv abigail #sdv emily #sdv Haley #sdv leah #sdv penny #sdv bachelorettes #sdv Maru

[nyaagolor]

(Ask for SV asks and I who also vibrated alone for months will answer-)

Do you think Nemona or Arven attended school when the bullying was really bad? Do you think either of them were targeted?

I’m personally impartial to Nemona having been picked on but in enough of a backhanded compliment way that she didn’t quite realize they were deliberately trying to be mean to her kind of way

SOLIDARITY

So i'll be honest I am not entirely positive what the timeline is for SV (which I promise is relevant). It's smth I really should try and figure out but I keep getting distracted so forgive me while I guess here. We know Arven barely comes to school after Mabosstiff is hurt, and iirc that happens a year before the protagonist moves to Paldea (someone says smth about Arven having a rough year so I'm taking that literally). Team Star forms + Penny is sent to Galar a year and a half before the protagonist moves in, so I can only assume that both Nemona and Arven were at least somewhat regularly attending classes while the bullies were there. We know Nemona is a straight A student and shows up to class regularly, with nothing to indicate this is new / she didn't attend class before, and Arven not attending class bc of Mabosstiff is mentioned to be a recent change in his behavior. TLDR I think they both attended the school when the bullying was happening and went to class regularly

THAT BEING SAID i think both of them had some school issues. I don't explicitly think Arven got made fun of per say, but I do think the expectations put on him by teachers or peers and the general reality of Being The Professor's Kid gave him a whole bevy of issues. Also I don't think he's very booksmart. Bad combo overall. Generally his prickly personality and complicated relationship with his parents and legacy lead me to believe he's a bit of a loner and mostly kept to himself. Couple that with bad grades and you have a recipe for the kid never picked for the group projects who isn't in any clubs and who eats lunch outside by himself. I think people might whisper things behind his back, but I also don't think he was really targeted because people were afraid of his parents and also he's just a naturally intimidating kinda person (mix of his stature, status, and RBF). Because of this, I also think Arven didn't really know much about the bullying. Imo he was pretty isolated from school culture as a whole, so he never really caught wind of any of the bullying that happened or anything with Team Star. In his lane, (not) thriving and (not) flourishing

Nemona, on the other hand. Hooooo boy. Penny, who was bullied enough to start a gang, calls the current school "sunshine and rainbows" but we see in the postgame that people are still uncomfortable with and isolating Nemona. She's being avoided and talks about being dismissed but we can see people are at least trying to be nice currently-- I don't think the previous school environment would be quite that considerate. Much like what happens in the postgame, I think people's true feelings don't register with her. With someone as enthusiastic, friendly, and socially oblivious as she is I find it hard to believe she wasn't bullied by the same people who harassed Team Star. I hate to say it but she's someone that strikes me as ridiculously easy to mess with and far too nice to ever retaliate, which is basically like bully catnip. People definitely sent her "invitations to battle" they would never show up to just to see how long she would wait there or assuage her with backhanded compliments just to laugh at her not understanding she was being made fun of. And if I'm being completely honest? I still don't think Nemona ever realized what it all was. I genuinely do not think Nemona realizes the extent to which people avoid her currently and I don't think she recognizes she had been bullied. It's not that she's stupid I just think the combination of her being so genuinely friendly and socially oblivious means it all goes over her head. On the bright side it means she's way better adjusted than the rest of them

#headcanons #mod vex #ask #nemona #arven

[cherrymedicine13]

The Leather Jacket and the Cheer Skirt

eddie munson x fem!reader

this isn't very good but I had this idea and decided to give it a go anyway. I haven't written very many fics or written anything in a long time so be kind lol.

trigger warnings: mentions of blood, bullying, hint of sad eddie, Jason Carver, i think thats it

not proofread and I wrote this at like 3 am with no sleep and honestly, I don’t really know how to post on here so forgive me if this is kinda screwed up

*not my gif

Hawkins High is hell. Okay, so maybe that’s a little dramatic, especially being a part of the popular crowd but that just came with being a head cheerleader. To be completely honest I never really like anyone on the squad. Besides my best friend Chrissy Cunningham. She was the only kind one. The other girls and guys on the basketball team were all mean and bullies. I only put up with them because I enjoy cheer. So, we aren’t friends they are just people I tolerate I guess you could say. Except for one asshole in particular. My best friend's boyfriend, Jason Carver. I don’t think I have ever hated someone as much as I hate him. And he hates me too. probably because I’m the only one who ever dares to disagree with him.

I never understood what Chrissy sees in him. They are total opposites. She is sweet and caring. Jason picks on anyone who doesn’t fit what he deems normal. He has it out for the group of boys in school. The hellfire club. He claims that they are some kind of cult and worship the devil. All they do is play a fantasy game. Their leader, Eddie Munson is very.… out there. Usually, causing some kind of disturbance that I’ve grown fond of watching. Partially, because it makes Jason angry but mostly because I might have a slight crush on him. We’ve been paired up a few times for different projects. There is just something about Eddie. The way his unkept curls fall down the sides of his face, his smile when he laughs at some snarky remark I make. His pretty brown eyes lit up the time I asked him about d&d. His hands. Don’t even get me started on those hands. His thick silver-decorated fingers have taken my mind to places that are not appropriate for school hours. And the unique, distressed style that he wears so effortlessly. Maybe this isn’t a slight crush. Unfortunately, for me though I don’t believe he feels the same way. I think he is still unsure about trusting me since I'm on the cheer squad. Which is understandable. I don’t blame him I would be cautious too. Regardless of whether he feels the same way about me, I am not going to let Jason just stomp all over him just because he can. Eddie can hold his own and he has on more than a few occasions but if Jason is going to be a bully then I am going to be his bully. Is that the best solution? Probably not but I don’t care because no one else is going to side with Eddie.

My English class has just and I walk down the halls to put my books away before heading to the cafeteria. The halls are almost empty by the time I finish. The sound of sneakers squeaking across the floor gets louder and there’s a distinct shout coming from around the corner. I know exactly who wretched voice that is.

“Get back here you freak!” Jason shouts as Eddie rounds the corner holding his nose. Jason tosses a basketball down at Eddie’s feet causing him to trip and fall beside me with a loud oof. My face scrunches in a frown as Jason finally started to get closer. I stick out my foot just as he reaches Eddie and me. He falls to the ground with his hands just barely making out in time to stop himself from face-planting. I let a chuckle spill from my lips as I glanced from Jason to Eddie’s shocked face.

“Ooh sorry, Carver. I didn't see you there. You should watch where you're going.” I say feigning a fake apology. “ I would think being captain of the basketball team you would have more….coordination but I guess not. Who knew the captain was so clumsy.” He turns to look at me rolling his eyes.

“Bitch.” He mutters as he stalks off into the cafeteria face red with embarrassment. A laugh takes over me again I turn to Eddie. His hand is still covering his nose and his hellfire shirt is now stained red but he laughs along with me.

“Come on Munson. Let’s get you cleaned up.” I say extending my hand out for him to take. He takes my hand a little cautiously and I help pull him back up.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” His hand is warm and rough in mine as I pull him into the girls' bathroom. I open the door and glance inside to make sure no one is inside. Luckily, we are clear so I pull him inside and lock the bathroom door behind us.

“I’m just locking it so no one comes in and sees you in the girls' bathroom.” I let him know before turning on the water and pulling him to lean against the sink.

“Probably, a smart idea. But look you don’t have to take care of me. I can clean myself up.” He says glancing down at me.

“Sure you can but I want to. As long as you’re okay with it.” His eyes narrow for a moment. I can tell he’s hesitant about accepting my help.

”And why would the pretty head cheerleader want to help the freak?” I roll my eyes at the nickname.

“You’re not a freak, Eddie. Jason and everyone else are just assholes. Now can I please help clean you up?”

“Yeah. Okay, sure. Umm, thanks.” He mutters. I turn in the water and grab a few paper towels. I lightly dab the stained skin around his nose. Doing my best not to hurt him any further. I feel his hardened gaze on me as I hold his face turning his head slightly to wipe the last of the blood.

“There. All clean.” I say tossing the dirty paper towels into the trash and washing my hands. I can still feel his eyes trailing over me.

“Aren’t you supposed to be like friends with Jason? I mean you’re a cheerleader? Why are you wasting time defending me of all people?” Eddie questions.

“First of all, ew. I would never be friends with Jason Carver. Second of all, why wouldn’t I defend you?” I motion for Eddie to follow me as I unlock the door and head back into the halls.

“Like I said before. I’m the freak.” He explains with the same bitter tone as before. “If this is some kind of twisted elaborate prank-.” He walks beside me, his leather jacket brushing up against my arm.

“No, no, no. Not at all. I wouldn’t do that to you.” I hold out my hand and gently grab his arm. I glance out the main doors. “Do you maybe want to ditch? We can go get some lunch and I can explain?” I look at him hopefully.

He pauses for a moment trying to get a read on me. “Fine. Not like I wanted to be in this shit hole anyway. Come on, we can take my van.” He holds the door open for me and leads me to his van.

We both hand our menus back to the waitress and Eddie stretches his arm on the backside of the both.

“Alright, sweetheart. Spill. Why are you being so nice to me?” My cheeks flush under his gaze and use of the nickname.

Taking a deep breath I look over at him. “Okay, I’m just going to be super honest and hope I’m not making a fool of myself. I don’t think you’re a freak, Eddie, and I don't believe the bullshit everyone says about you. The truth is I-I actually like you…Like a lot. I’ve had a crush on you for a while now and I’m sorry if this is weird. And I know you don’t feel the same but I-I just want to tell you.” I anxiously tap my foot waiting for him to say something. Anything.

“What? The prettiest and most popular girl in Hawkins has a crush on me? The girl I have been crushing on for years….” He questions in disbelief. “There’s no way this isn't some kind of joke.” He shakes his head and brings his hands to the table.

My face lights up, heading he feels the same way. “I swear. It isn’t. I know the people I hang out with have never been nice to you and I am sorry for that. I’m telling you the truth, Eddie. Would you want to go out sometime? Like on a date?”

“I hope I don’t regret saying this… I would love to go out on a date with you.” He says a smile talking over his face.

It’s been weeks since Eddie and I started seeing each other. He asked me to be his girlfriend and we have practically been inseparable since that day at lunch. I get to watch him play d&d with the boys, and he watches me cheer. I love the feeling of holding his hand walking through the halls and stealing kisses every chance we get, not caring about who is staring or talking about us. The way his hands hold my waist and slide up my thighs just past the hem of my cheer skirt. It’s intoxicating. He’s intoxicating and I’ve never been happier than I am with him. I love Eddie Munson.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie imagine #stranger things #eddie x you #eddie munson #eddie fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie x fem!reader #chrissy cunningham #jason carver #sorry this is terrible #please be nice #eddie stranger things #eddie x female reader #pretty boy Eddie

[emma-cantmakeuphermind]

Just A Project | III

Nathan Prescott x Reader

Masterlist

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Warnings: nathan being nathan, maybe ooc, and swearing

Words: 905

We take about 20-30 minutes shooting ideas back and forth, getting an idea of each other's style. I learned that Nathan mostly shoots in black and white, and prefers a more gloomy tone. Not really a shocker, but good to know. To be honest, we both have two completely different styles, as I go for more fun and calm feeling tones. Combining our styles will be a challenge for sure.

The room goes quiet, both of us bored out of our minds, as we really have nothing to talk about, just the pictures to take. Nathan is still fidgeting with his camera and I take this moment to take him in. He’s seated in his desk chair across from me, leaning down forearms resting on his knees. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt that fits his torso just right. I focus on his hands, they’re a bit shaky, not enough to notice with a passing glance. My eyes travel to his arms, noticing the prominent veins that travel down to the back of his hands. The black shirt hugs his biceps snugly. Nathan isn’t buff by any means, but I’d be a liar if I said he didn’t have any muscle. My focus shifts to his face, his mouth is slightly parted, to match his eyes in concentration. His eyes are the nicest shade of blue, I have to move on before I get lost in them. His dirty blonde hair is perfectly in place, except one strand in the front has fallen, resting against his forehead. Nathan may be a dick, but damn, I have to admit the boy is attractive.

My eyes are still lingering over his figure as he looks up at me. A red hue spreads across my face, embarrassed that I’ve been caught staring. His stare is cold, into my soul, unfaltering. “What?” He says with a bite. I stammer for a moment, not sure of what to say. “I was just, uhm, admiring how calm you look while focused.” Not a complete lie, it was a different side of Nathan that I’ve never really seen before. He blinks, taking a moment to process what I had just said. He looks back down at his camera and says, “Well, don’t. It’s weird, nerd.”

I drop my gaze. The tension in the room now is so thick. I want to go back to my dorm, I’m starting to feel out of place, not that I didn’t before, it’s just less comfortable now. Nathan stands up putting his camera down on his desk. “I guess we’re done for now. We can meet tomorrow or whatever.” He says lazily walking over to his bed and stands near it for a moment waiting for me to reply. I nod slowly, standing up. “Yeah, that’s good with me.” I make my way to the door, but before I can even mumble out a ‘goodbye’ Nathan speaks. “Good, ‘cause I wasn’t really asking.” His face looks serious, as always, but his voice has a joking tone to it. Huh, that’s new.

“The track field, around lunch?” He continues. I hum in agreement, “Sounds good.” I say, as I’m free all day tomorrow, today is Friday after all. He suddenly holds out his hand, like he’s waiting for me to do something. I look at him with confusion. “Your phone.” He states blankly. Still confused I sorta tilt my head to the side to wait for him to continue. He sighs, and steps forward a bit, hand still outstretched. “Give me your phone so I can give you my number.” Oh. I look at him wide eyed for a moment before finally pulling out my phone, walking a few steps forward to hand it to him. He takes it and enters his number. “I’m trusting you to keep my number private. I’ve already had it leaked a few times before, and I’m sick of random assholes trying to threaten me.” He says before he looks back up and hands me back his phone.

His tone was nonchalant but I can’t help the sorrowful expression that appears on my face. I shake my head, “No, I would never.” He rolls his eyes and looks down, “Yeah, that’s what everyone says at first.” I just stare at him for a moment, actually sympathizing with Nathan. “And wipe that ‘kicked puppy look’ off your face. I’m fine.” He finalizes. I look down, unsure of what to say next so I just back up towards the door. “Alright, well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Nathan.” I say opening the door. “Bye, nerd.” He says before the door shuts.

I look down at my phone as I walk back to my room, go to Nathan’s new contact, and start a new message. I start typing.

“hey, its y/n :)” 5:08

Simple and to the point. I pocket my phone and walk down the stairs, as I reach the bottom, my phone dings. I grab it and look at the notification.

N: “y/n?” 5:10

I frown for a moment, thinking he forgot my name and isn’t connecting the dots, before he starts typing again.

N: “i only know a nerd” 5:10

I smile for a moment and roll my eyes. I type out a sarcastic laugh with the eye roll emoji and continue my journey to my dorm. Perhaps this project won’t be so bad.

#life is strange #life is strange x reader #lis #life is strange imagine #nathan prescott #nathan prescott x reader #nathan prescott imagine

[paintedkinzy-88]

I have a question if you don't mind answering, I am a bit new to your work and your Tumblr so truly sorry if this question is answered many times already, would you be updating Winged AU and Tipping the Scales? Note: I just started yesterday and already finished both winged au and tipping the scales and I must say.. THEY ARE BOTH AMAZING HOLY FU- CRAP XD AND THE ART IS AMAZING TOO!! ((Amazing art and story telling? You are on a roll!! XD))

Well first off hi hello welcome! All questions are good questions, no worries. And thank you so much! I’m glad you liked them ahhhh ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡

In the case of TTS, yes, I really want to! I’ve been lacking writing motivation in general, but I have a lot planned for the dragos and I genuinely do want to continue making content for them! They make me happy, even if I don’t post much about them rn ;w; Violet 4 will be released if I fuckin die doing so—

For Winged… probably not much sobbinggg. I had an overarching plotline for Classic that I know I was totally building up for, with Sci and Noots and Ink and everyone getting dragged into his shiz. But to be completely honest, even then I was a little uncertain about how to go about it?? Not that I didn’t know exactly what happens, but more just having massive doubts that I could pull it off the way I wanted to???

So, like, with everyone throwing all these ideas at me rn, it HAS rekindled my love for the AU, but not to the point of continuing the main main story. You may see one shots in the future, most likely of side plots, but I’m not gonna promise anything ._.

If it isn’t very obvious by recent posting, I’ve kinda fallen out of UTMV a bit… but mostly in the way of like, not reading anything or consuming other people’s content much. I still want to make stuff for the stories I have up currently! Like LAN and TTS, specifically. But, I understand that the absence of new posts is a bit concerning.

So! General tldr, just because my focus has shifted, doesn’t mean my UTMV projects are abandoned. (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ You’re all still stuck with me—

#only ask for tonight cuz im tired #sorry for the long post! #I’ve kinda been waiting for an ask like this tbh #I feel like addressing my fandom shift is necessary fbsjfbjs #plus I’m focusing more on original art and markets rn and that’s taking a lot of my time as well #BUT #AGAIN #no I’m not leaving y’all high and dry for EVERYTHING #maybe I’ll post like #a summary of what I was gonna do for Classic if y’all wanted to see it… #but overall nothing is completely abandoned I promise! #asks #undertale #undertale multiverse #dragon balance au #winged au #Kinzy update

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

You’ve gotta give us the details on Krissy Davis! What makes her top five for you?

Hi Babs!! I’m actually so glad you asked…

This is going to be a long post, I’ll break it up with some gifs! I was wondering if anybody would ask about her specifically because I don’t see a lot of talk around Krissy’s character like…anywhere? In fact, upon attempting to sort works on Ao3 with the ‘Krissy Davis’ tag reveals 0 results! To be honest, I never gave this character much thought until recently. I always sort of liked her, but we see her once then never again! First of all, in case anybody forgot what Krissy looks like, here she is!

Our first and only introduction to her is in Bye Bye Boo Boo; she is the president of the Boys4Now fanclub Tina is a part of. The things we know about Krissy are…not a lot, admittedly, so of course the fact that I’m drawn to her is really a mystery to me too!

I think the biggest thing for me is that there’s so much possibility with this character! Krissy is framed as someone who isn’t exactly Tina’s friend, but clearly she gets along well with her enough to be a member of this fanclub. For as popular as this band seems to be in-universe, it’s honestly a pretty small club, which tells me she probably isn’t a popular girl, at least not to the same degree as Tammy and Jocelyn seem to be. In fact, we don’t even know if she goes to Wagstaff! I assume she does, as Tina does mention something about Krissy calling an emergency meeting “after school” and Tina doesn’t have a cell phone so…how else would she have known if she wasn’t just…told at school?

I think what drew me to her was that she’s sort of framed as the antagonist of the episode she appears in, but it’s very clear that she’s not a bad person or even a mean girl in general. Even Tina sort of makes up with her in the end!

Krissy’s relationship with her dad seems like something interesting to explore because the way he acts, it is very obvious to me that she’s an only child. He tries so hard to relate to her and her mother seems…supportive but annoyed (mostly at her father?) her father very obviously would do anything for her — but also the whole signing up everybody at his company seemed more for himself than for his daughter. It’s interesting because it feels like she acts like a spoiled child but also…in a lot of ways, she acts sort of like a child whose…missing something. Maybe I’m just projecting, but she’s so open to interpretation, you know?

She’s also very emotional too, which she clearly gets from her dad, as they’re both seen crying over this boy band break up. It seems to me that Krissy feels her emotions very deeply and gets very attached to the things she enjoys. The end of this episode always sort of tugs at my heart strings too, even though it’s so short lived and it’s not as fulfilling as I’d like. When she’s so upset - and I wish I had a gif of this - and says “I hate him! Everybody hates him!” It’s just…I don’t know, I just feel like I wanna give her a hug. I feel like it was something we as viewers were supposed to examine through the lens of “bratty kid throwing a tantrum” but it very much does not feel that way to me.

I’d love to see her in more episodes, but if I’m being completely honest, she’s going to start making appearances in my fics!

#Krissy Davis #Bob’s burgers #Krissy Davis headcanons #long post #also she’s just so cute! I love her character design! #I mean a lot of it feels like theories and headcanons to me #or a character analysis that could very likely be wrong who knows lol #thanks babs that was fun!

[zaceouiswriting]

Art of Seduction: Peter Hale

Character: Peter Hale x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Smut, a bit kinky

Coming back to a small city, that had so many memories for me like Beacon Hills, was a strange thing. In the last few years, since finishing school, I hadn’t thought about it much. But how much I actually would be happy about returning, I could’ve never imagined.

To be honest I did not hope for much. I just had to care for my sick father, while also somehow finishing my studies. Most of the time I was in my childhood home. That was until two years later, I finally finished my master's and immediately got a job as a researcher.

Even though I couldn’t leave my father, the people were really gracious, and even helped me build a research lab perfectly for my studies near my home, so my father would never be alone. Of course, things weren’t easy that way, but this project was worth it. 

It was not long after I started my research, that I just needed to leave my home for one day, asking one of my neighbors to look after my father for that day, to just go into town.

The day was nice, the sun shinned down giving the mostly modest temperatures a good boost. I was sitting in a Cafe, reading a book I was interested in for a while. As a man approached me. A bit older than I normally liked, but way too handsome for his own good.

We talked for hours, he was charming, a gentleman, and funny. With the grumpy way he looked, I almost thought this conversation would go horrible.

Weeks passed and we got closer. So close, that I got to know his younger nephew, and that was where all problems started.

„Derek?“, I asked the man, my date wanted me to meet. Peter was confused, that I knew his nephew already. „I thought you moved away.“ Derek was different than I knew him. Of course, after a tragic life just like his, it was understandable.

„I did, but my father became sick and I had to come back. And now I’m working from home. I thought you would never come back, as you said to me, that night.“

Not long after I said this, I could feel how the hand around my wrist became stronger. Looking over at Peter, clear jealousy was visible on his handsome face.

Softly I laid my hand on his, „Derek was my best friend back in school. You know when you were a creep and always came onto school grounds to hang out with him?“

Never in my life would I have thought that his face could actually become red. He always seemed so over everyone and everything. But I found it cute, even though something told me, that he was not only embarrassed but also angry. So I just decided to let it go and talk further with Derek.

Days after the meeting, I haven’t heard anything from Peter, he did not pick up any of my calls or messaged me back. It was quite out of character for him. Especially the way he had spammed me before.

Going over to his house, was fruitful but also borderline scary. He had opened the door and even let me in. And everything in the house was clean from the smallest crack to the entire ceiling. It even looked, like he had polished every bit of glass he could find.

„What I s going on?“

„Go back to lover boy. After you called me out I remembered how you looked at him, with these disgusting puppy eyes, wanting all of Derek’s intention…“

Before he could say too much bullshit, I just kissed him. Something we hadn’t done before. To be fair, we had done nothing prior to this. He never seemed really ready for it.

But Derek told me a lot about him and what he went through since his family died and he actually was in the basement as well. This means that it was a miracle that he wasn’t completely burned and still alive.

„I don’t want Derek. I never wanted, I might have been a bit infatuated with him, but nothing else.“ His face was in-between my hands, while I told that to him.

His eyes widened as he realized that he fucked up. Even trying to get me to stroke his cheeks. Almost like a hurt dog. Instead of that, I pulled him into a tight hug. His hands were almost immediately short above my behind.

„Are you showing me around, or what?“, I asked a while later. A bit embarrassed he looked away, but grabbed me by my hand and showed me everything. Because he seemed to have cleaned the last days, it was in pristine condition. „And what about your bedroom? You know I will need to know where it is, when I come by more often, from now on.“

With a rising blush on his cheeks, he brought me finally to the place where I wanted to be from the beginning. Not a second later after we came into the room, I pushed him onto his bed. Immediately getting in between his legs, hands already over his groin, „What?“ He was able to ask before I began to open his pants.

„Either you can ask questions, or I can suck your cock, and maybe if I like what I see I even let you fuck me.“

He was utterly stunned at my words. I was reserved rarely using any ‘bad‘ words always pleasant. That must have been quite the shock for him indeed.

But he did not say another word, nor did he try to move me away, which I took as my sign to do something about his doubts. Opening his pants and grabbing his already massive hard member, I was more than happy to see what he was hiding. I hoped it was big enough to fuck me stupid with.

Licking it slightly, he already shamelessly moaned like a schoolboy getting his first blowjob in his life. But I also could feel his restlessness and decided to do what I could. Taking him into my throat. It took exactly five seconds, for him to cum like a fountain down my throat, as I massaged his member with it.

Coughing I came back off of it, as he was finished. „Haven’t had fun in a while?“, I asked him cheekily. But he just looked away, ashamed.

I even had to double take, „Wait, you are a virgin?“, I asked him in absolute disbelieve. He said nothing, just looked away.

With both my hands on his knees, I slowly came up again, standing in front of him. Panicked eyes, searched for me, fearing that I would abandon him, after learning of this. But instead, I was undressing myself, right in front of his eyes.

Which lustfully followed my every move. „Are you just laying there, or are you undressing yourself? Or do I need to do this too?“ It did take a moment before he realized what I had in mind. With the agility of a teenager, he had already shredded his shirt off of his body, but was too slow, to do the same to his pants, before I straddled his upper body.

„I will ride myself open with your dick and when I signal to you, that everything is fine, I want you to fuck me as you want, okay? Don’t worry, you can even wolf out on me, you can’t hurt me.“

Again he just stared at me stunned, not because I was entering his dick, into my tight hole but because of the words, I had spoken to him. Normal people just do not know when someone is a werewolf.

But thankfully, he had not enough time to think about it, as his head already was pushing into me, pleasuring us both.

I was not sure, when it happened, directly after I was sitting completely on his dick, or a couple of moments later, but as soon as I gave him the signal, he got me off his dick, stood up with me, but threw me back down, pushing my head into his cushions and fucked the everliving daylight out of me.

He was ramming me, biting, even piecing my flesh with his claws. But every damage he does, vanished immediately after he pulled the bodily weapons he used out.

That was the point after which I don’t remember anything anymore, just vividly had the picture of him, holding me against a wall right beside a tall mirror. Calling me names, and even asked me to call him a special title. Which I refused even with my clouded mind.

It was now the day after, I lay sore in his bed, as he had brought breakfast to me. Apologizing for him handling me so hard. But I assured him, that this was nothing. And he could’ve gone even worse. Which I thought he would do, considering he is a psychopath. 

Again his taken aback face, which grew old really fast. „Derek talks a lot and almost has nothing nice to say about you these days. But I don’t mind. At least life would not be boring with you.“ I smiled at him, before and after giving him a big kiss.

His shocked stare changed into a warm look of adoration. „But if you asked me, to call you ‚Daddy‘, I swear to all the gods, that I will rip off your cock, make a fake that is exactly like it and fuck me with that and you just able to watch because you wouldn’t have anything to do it yourself!“

„I’m obviously not the only psychopath here.“ He smiled back at me, his hands already back on my ass, massaging my hole again. „Shut up and fuck me again, old man.“

„You are on it, little brat!“, he jokingly said, just to ram himself back into me, where he belonged.

Love takes strange ways, but at least, he was good in bed, with a cock for days.

[Masterlist]

#Peter Hale #Peter Hale x male reader #peter hale imagine #Teen Wolf #Teen Wolf x male reader #Teen Wolf imagine #x male reader #male reader #male reader imagine #x male reader imagine #Smut

[a-froger-epic]

New Interview with Rose Rose (June 2023)

As some of you know, I have friends in the Russian Queen fandom (a handful of lovely Ukrainian and Russian ladies who are translating my writing) and so I was linked to this. It’s an exclusive interview Rosemary Pearson (Rose Rose) gave to the Russian translator of her books. The questions came from people in the main Russian Queen fan forum. The interview was posted in Russian. 

Here are some excepts in English.

Question: If you could turn back the clock, would you break up with Freddie again [...] or would you stay in a relationship with him, and what would happen?

Rose: I would break up with him again because he was, well and truly, attracted to men.

Question: Did you share the details of your childhood that you described in ‘Growing Up’ [Rose Rose’s new book, ‘Growing Up With ‘Filthy Lucre’’] with Freddie? If so, how did he react? Did he tell you about his childhood?

Rose: No, we didn’t tell each other about our childhoods, except that he and I went to boarding school. I mentioned this in my book.

[…]

Question: Which album covers and which Queen videos did you find artistically interesting?

Rose: The most interesting for me in that regard is the video clip for “Bohemian Rhapsody”.

Question: What are your favourite Queen or Freddie Mercury songs?

Rose: I like “Bohemian Rhapsody” the most.

Question: Did you and Freddie mostly coincide when it came to your tastes in music and art, or did you often have disagreements?

Rose: At the time, our tastes completely coincided. Jimi Hendrix is still my favorite artist.

Question: Which artists was Freddie particularly drawn to during his years at Ealing College? In your opinion, did Freddie imitate someone in his artistic work during his studies in Ealing? How would you describe his painting style in those days?

Rose: Freddie liked the work of Russian futurists especially and Russian ballet costumes. But, to be honest, he was not particularly interested in anything but his own imagination and the pop culture of the 60s.

[…]

Question: Did you and Freddie give each other gifts (like birthday gifts)? If so, which ones?

Rose: No, we never gifted each other anything. We weren't that sentimental about it.

[…]

Question: Have you seen the 2018 movie Bohemian Rhapsody? If so, how do you feel about the film?

Rose: I’ve seen it. About half of the movie is completely false.

[…]

Question: [...] Not so long ago, [Mary Austin] decided to auction off most of the art collection and personal belongings of Freddie’s. What would you have done with those things if you were Mary?

Rose: If I were Mary, I would donate it all to the Victoria & Albert Museum in London. Freddie would have preferred it this way, and it just goes to show how few people really understood him. It’s a shame that it won’t happen, as the museum staff are keen to preserve Freddie’s heritage for future generations. [The Victoria & Albert Museum researcher recently approached Rose for advice about the young Freddie Mercury’s interest in the museum’s expositions, in particular, of Russian ballet costumes, but this is a different story. - Note by the interviewer].

Question: What would you say to Freddie if you had the chance?

Rose: I’d say, “I’m so happy that you were able to realise your potential in such a brilliant way!”

[…]

Question: How do you respond to criticism of your work?

Rose: I ignore it!

Question: Did any of your children inherit your desire to become an artist?

Rose: No, they all hate what I do.

[…]

Question: What creative ideas or projects would you like to accomplish, but lack the opportunity? Does it bother you or do you prefer to focus on achievable goals?

Rose: I’ve done everything I wanted to do.

---

Honestly, I liked Rose Rose always, but now I properly love this woman. What a legend.

#freddie mercury #Rosemary Pearson #Rose Rose #interview #Freddie was gay

[sunnyrealist]

Chapter 19: As Many Times as I Can 🌶️

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: After Sebastian beat the absolute shit out of a man that tried to take advantage of Kate, he went back to Kate to comfort her and make sure she was alright. Early the next morning, Kate reexamined her feelings towards Sebastian and finally admitted she loved him, and they gave in to their desires. About an hour later, this chapter begins.

Pairing: Aged-up, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x female OC (Kate Mayflower)

Content warnings: Minors DNI - 18+ only. This chapter is mostly smut - girl on top, missionary sex, multiple orgasms.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Any kind of constructive feedback would be greatly appreciated. A comment, like, or Kudos would make my day!

Chapter 19: As Many Times as I Can

Finally calm and collected again after another round of lovemaking, Kate turns to face Sebastian, propping herself up on an elbow, mirroring him. “Sebastian, can I ask you… has… has sex ever felt like this for you?”

He meets her eyes with complete sincerity. “No, Kate.” He slightly shook his head. “It has never felt like this. Never. I don’t think it can even be compared to anything else. This… this is something special.” He smiled warmly, and his voice broke when he spoke again. “I- I’ve never felt like this with anyone else before. Not like this.” He brushes some hair out of her face, caressing her cheek as he does.

Kate examines his entire face, her tone pure wonder. “Do you truly mean that? Sebastian, you’re not just saying that? Please be honest.”

“I mean it.” His eyes follow as he drags a fingertip lightly down Kate’s side, then rests his hand on her hip. “I truly mean it.” After a pause, his tone became softer. “It’s… it’s strange, Kate. Everything just feels so right, so… natural.” Sebastian decides to tell her something bold. “I feel like… I am with my soulmate.” Immediately, brown eyes flick up to hers. “Does… does it feel the same with you, Kate? Do you feel the same as me?”

She sucks in a breath, a little hesitant to admit the truth - to be so vulnerable. “I don’t understand it, but… yes. It’s never, ever felt like this - not even with men I’ve been with for years. It’s hard to explain - maybe even impossible. Sebastian, when we make love, it’s… amazing - almost eerie, somehow. It feels as though our bodies might have been specifically designed for each other.” She goes completely red but doesn’t look away.

“I don’t know how to describe it either… but it just feels right. It’s not just how our bodies connect perfectly… it feels like my soul is connected to yours.” 

Kate’s fingers slowly trace the length of Sebastian’s arm, settling over his freckled bicep. “Yes,” she whispers, then kisses his lips languidly. “Yes, it does. It does feel right.”

Sebastian’s voice is tender and soft. “Kate, I love you. You are the best thing to happen to me in a long, long while.” He kisses her again. “I need you, my sun.”

She smiles at him lovingly. “I love you, too. I’ve needed you for so long, my moon.” Kissing his cheek, she scoots closer. “I’m lucky, Seb. So lucky to have found you. I was lonely for so long. I needed you, and then, there you were - my birthday present.” She giggles. “The best present in the entire world.”

“Oh, Kate,” Sebastian replies. “You are my gift.” His arms wrap around her body, embracing her tightly. He kisses her forehead. “Please, Kate… Be in my life forever. Be my love… my entire world.”

Breathing heavier, Kate put her arm around his waist, her hand settling on his back. It feels as though lacewing flies are fluttering in her tummy. “Sebastian… I am yours. I am completely yours.”

When she bends down for a lingering kiss, her bare chest presses against his. When they break apart, a grin grows across his face. “You’re all I want, sweetheart.” He pauses and becomes more serious. “I know I’m not that good of a man. I’m not worthy of your love, but I beg you - I’ll do anything to keep you by my side. Anything.” They share another kiss.

“You’re all I want, too,” Kate whispers. “I just want to be yours and for you to belong to me.” She leaves a peck on his forehead. “What you did in the past is in the past, my love. I will follow you forever if you walk down the right path now.” Her lips meet his cheeks, chin, nose, and then his lips once more.

“I… I promise I will, sunshine. I want your light,” he replied quietly. “You’re my hope. My future. My sunshine.”

Kate smiles in adoration. “And you are my moon - my moonlight.”

Sebastian shivers as her touch ghosts over his spine, up and down. “Thank you… thank you for giving me a chance, my love.” He presses his lips to her cheek, then smiles cheekily. “So… are we going to sleep together in this bed again tonight?”

Kate chuckles. “Yes. Yes, Sebastian. Tonight and for the foreseeable future.” Then, her expression changes, and she gives him a suggestive look. “But perhaps we may not sleep very much.”

“Hmmm,” he murmured, a smirk blooming. He begins to kiss her neck lightly, then moves his lips over hers. His voice grows deeper, more tender. “I agree with you, my love. I do not think we are going to get much sleep tonight.” He pauses. “After not being able to do this for so long, I must admit… I want your body… all night, every night.”

Kate’s cheeks are pink as she grins back at him. “Mr. Sallow, are you suggesting we make up for lost time?” she asks playfully, her hand traveling to his torso. Her fingers explore his toned chest and stomach. “After all, if you had made better choices, maybe we would have met years ago at Hogwarts. We could have been making love for, oh, eight or nine years now… Sebastian, we have so much to catch up on.” She giggles.

“Well, my dear,” Sebastian replies in a flirty tone. “There’s no time to lose.” 

He leans in, and their lips meet hungrily. Sebastian’s hands on her hips are insistent that she move. She lets him guide her to where he wants her, which is on top of him. She settles her legs on both sides of his hips as they make out. She nips at his lower lip, then runs the tip of her tongue along it. His cock has grown hard, pressing insistently against her thigh.

“Kate…” Sebastian’s voice is shaky - needy and desperate. “I… I need you, my love.” 

His tongue meets hers as his hands run down her body, finding her hips again, gripping her flesh. She lets out a moan.

“Oh, gods…” Kate whimpers, feeling his tip at her entrance, already dribbling with need. She guides herself onto him, lowering her body with a hiss as she slowly sheathes him.

“Kate…” he whispers, his eyes filled with desire. “Please…”

She attempts to relax herself, wanting to take all of him. When her center finally meets his hips, she marvels at the fullness. “Sebastian…” Her face is flushed as she leans back and starts to move, and before long, she is mewling loudly.

Sebastian gasps in pleasure. “Kate… you are so beautiful… you feel so good…” He groans as she continues to move. His voice is raspy and strained. “Keep going… just like that… oh, gods, it’s so good…”

Kate continues to bounce up and down on him at a steady pace, her head thrown back. Sebastian’s hands reach up to her chest and splay out, squeezing her voluptuous breasts, the likes of which he has never seen on any other woman. His fingers repeatedly brush over her dark pink, pert nipples. She whimpers, faltering in her movements. His fingers slowly snake down to her stomach, then to her sides, settling on her hips, where he grasps her hips so hard it feels like they might bruise.

When Sebastian begins to thrust up into her, she cries out and moves faster. They find a rhythm rather quickly as he uses his tight grip to push her up and down, harder and harder. Her moans are intoxicating, like a siren song commanding him to push deeper, to make her come. If he wasn’t determined to bring her to completion, he would have easily let go, his seed releasing deep inside her. He grunts, his face twisted in delight, trying to hold on for his love.

“Oh, Kate,” Sebastian chokes out. “You are the best, the absolute best… I don’t deserve you… not at all…” He tries desperately to remain in control. “You’re so fucking beautiful…”

Kate keens as the pleasure soars. His huge dick reaches a place within her, one so deep inside that she has never experienced before, pushing against it over and over again. “Sebastian… Sebastian… Sebastian…” she chants. “It’s… it’s so good… so good…” 

A moment later, her mouth drops open as she reaches the peak. Screaming, she cries out, “Oh, my gods… I’m… I’m… I’m coming! Sebastian!!!”

Sebastian’s eyes open, wanting to watch her give in to desire - to him. He pants, well on the road to losing control himself. It’s only becoming harder as she loudly expresses her satisfaction. “You feel amazing… my gorgeous girl… I love you… I love you so much…”

He can feel her walls closing in, tightening around his cock. “Oh, I’m so close… Kate, I’m going to…” Sebastian groans, his body shaking with the intensity of his impending climax. He grabs her hips harder still, digging into her soft skin. Letting out a deep breath, he bites his lip and tries to hold off just a little longer, to enjoy her body more, even as she bounces on him through her own orgasm. He just cannot stave it off anymore. Grunting loudly, he chokes out, “I’m… Oh, Kate… I’m going to come…” He cried out, letting go. “Oh, gods… Kate! I’m…”

Sebastian never finishes his sentence. Kate knows immediately when he finds his release. She can feel him exploding deep within her, once again filling her with cum. She moans wantonly, sensing that it is trickling out of her, right back onto him. 

“Oh, my gods… Sebastian… I…” Kate pants, brainless and boneless, as she collapses on top of him, refusing to allow him to leave her body. It feels too good…

Sebastian reaches up, caressing her cheek and then moving to gently pet her messy hair. “Gods… you are amazing, Kate…” he whispers breathlessly. Overwhelmed with pleasure and lust, he smiled hazily at her. “Oh… that was… amazing…”

Their lips connect so slowly, so deeply, so full of passion. Sebastian sits up so that their eyes are level. His hands roam to her backside, traveling down to caress the curves of her arse. He trails kisses down her neck, lingering between her neck and shoulder, causing her to gasp and whimper. 

“Kate…” he began, his voice husky. “I… I want more…”

“More?!” she questions, unable to believe it. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, Kate… more,” he growls. “I’m not done yet… Are you?”

Kate barks out a laugh. “Oh, Seb… gods…” She meets his gaze, finally understanding how serious he is, and nods in affirmation that they can continue.

“I’m going to make love to you as many times as I can, sweetheart,” Sebastian whispers, his voice filled with desire. “I want to make love to you forever, every chance I can get…” He pauses, his lips against her neck. “I need you, Kate… I need you…”

Kate’s eyes widen when he somehow flips them over perfectly, never leaving her body. She takes a deep breath, exhaling as he settles on top of her. She meets his unfaltering gaze as he begins to move within her again. 

This time, it isn’t gentle and sweet. Sebastian pushes into her with powerful, quick, wild thrusts - as if she’ll disappear if he doesn’t take her here and now. 

“Oh, Sebastian!!! Gods!!!” Kate shrieks, not having expected any of this but feeling real, true pleasure - the best kind - the pleasure of being wanted so badly.

“Kate… Kate…” Sebastian repeated, moaning. “Oh, Kate…”

Breathing heavily, the speed of his movements begins to shift; soon, he is absolutely pounding into her. A wet squelching noise meets their ears every time he pulls back and pushes back in again - she’s already filled to the brim with his seed, but he doesn’t care - he wants to give her more. Sebastian has waited his entire life for Kate. Truthfully, he never, ever thought he would feel love like this. Now, he cannot do anything but show her - to drown her in it.

“Oh, god,” he pants as he continues to thrust into her madly. “I’m losing control, Kate… I’m about to lose control… but I want to make you feel good…”

“You do! Gods, you do!” Kate screams. Sebastian’s chest grazes her sensitive nipples over and over again, heightening every sensation. “Gods, Sebastian! I’m - oh, gods - I’m-” She cries out as an intense chaos takes control of her trembling body. 

Sebastian feels Kate climax again, all around him. It’s harder to move - she’s so, so tight. Her cunt is practically choking his cock. “Oh, Kate…” he moans. “Oh… oh, fuck…” Breathing heavily, he surges forward once more, finally emptying himself as his entire body shakes with pleasure. 

Staring into Kate’s eyes, Sebastian breathes heavily, not moving for several moments. “My love… my sweet love…” he murmured, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Both panting and perspiring, their arms find their way around each other, doing nothing but embracing for a long, long time. Sebastian’s member softens within Kate, but he doesn’t pull out immediately. They kiss languidly, full of tongue. When Sebastian rolls to the side, Kate exhales, feeling the loss immediately. 

Whispering softly, Sebastian gazes into her eyes, his own sparkling with a lust that never seemed to dissipate. “Gods, Kate, you really are something. Your body is just… unbelievable. I’ll… I’ll never get tired of you.”

Kate meets his eyes with an intense look. “Sebastian, I want to make love to you every night. I mean it. Every single night. I’ll never get tired of it, I swear. If it’s always like this, I’ll always want it.” She exhales sharply. “Bloody hell, Seb. Really… I didn’t know sex could actually be this good…”

“It can be like this every night, Kate,” Sebastian murmurs, then kisses her lips once more. “I wasn’t aware I could desire someone this much… I swear, it feels like magic.”

The lacewing flies begin flying once more within her. “Yes… it is like magic.” 

Sebastian smiles at Kate, his face filled with affection. “You are beautiful, Kate. The most beautiful woman in the entire world,” he whispers into her ear. “Tell me, what do you feel, my love?”

Kate considers her answer for a brief moment, then softly responds, “Love, Sebastian. Complete, perfect love. I adore you.”

 “And you are perfect to me, sunshine,” he murmurs. “I adore you, my love.”

Without many more words, they adjust their positions, spooning. It does not take long until they are dozing off, half-asleep. Sebastian gently holds one of her bare breasts while his other hand rests on her stomach. It doesn’t matter how bright the room is this morning; comforted by each other’s presence, they are ready to rest again.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x oc #post azkaban sebastian #aged up sebastian sallow #hufflepuff x slytherin #hogwarts legacy smut #hl smut #hogwarts legacy oc

[twistedtummies2]

Gathering of the Greatest Gumshoes - Number 21

Welcome to A Gathering of the Greatest Gumshoes! During this month-long event, I’ll be counting my Top 31 Favorite Fictional Detectives, from movies, television, literature, video games, and more!

SLEUTH-OF-THE-DAY’S QUOTE: “If I’m not back in five minutes…just wait longer.”

Number 21 is…Ace Ventura.

I struggled a lot with where to place this character. To be honest, it’s entirely possible this placement is too low…I should add immediately, it’s also entirely possible this placement is too high. Ace Ventura is a HARD one to rank, mostly because of the dichotomy of this character: on the one hand, he’s one of the most deliberately silly and comedic detectives on the list. But on the other hand…he’s actually NOT depicted as an outright buffoon. Ace is good at his job, it’s just that the combination of his attitude and the job itself (and the tone of the movies he’s in) lead to a lot of goofiness.

Of course, I can’t talk about dear Ace without discussing his actor: Jim Carrey. Many would argue this is the role that put Carrey on the map. Whenever people reference Jim Carrey or his career, Ace Ventura is usually one of the first movies and performances that come to their minds. And for Hollywood, one gets the feeling this is the idea they have in mind when they CAST Jim Carrey in most projects: zany, over-the-top, childish, and at times wildly inappropriate. One could argue it’s the single most Jim-Carrey-ish performance in all of his time as an actor, and it’s the benchmark many still hold his work against since then.

Ace is a so-called “Pet Detective,” which is…basically exactly what it sounds like. He specifically tends to cases that involve domesticated or captive animals, such as zoo exhibits or…well…people’s pets. Carrey appeared in two separate movies with the character. The first features Ventura trying to figure out who kidnapped a dolphin, which was to act as the mascot for a Super Bowl team. The case becomes increasingly more twisted and bizarre, as Ace finds the kidnapping linked to a murder and a criminal master of disguise. The sequel, “When Nature Calls,” sees Ace attempt to retire after a failed case; he’s called back into active duty to investigate the disappearance of a rare specimen of a bat. The bat was apparently going to be used to bring peace between two native African tribes, and if it is not found and returned to its rightful owners, war will break out in the jungle.

In both films, Ace is depicted as a wild card; a madcap eccentric whose questionable ethics and often clownish personality make him an annoyance to many of those around him. However, for all of his lunacy, he’s actually not depicted as an idiot. He’s a looney, but he knows what he’s doing: he picks up on clues and details the police often miss, and notices things that the audience may not pick up on, much as any great detective does. He’s not incompetent, he’s just FREAKING NUTS. While detectives who have a humorous side are common, it’s very rare you’ll find a detective who is both a figure of pure comedy, with almost nothing serious going on around them, and yet also isn’t a total and complete moron. I think that’s part of what makes Ace Ventura so interesting and loved, because he is probably the most popular of such rarities.

While neither of the Jim Carrey movies were very well-received by critics, both were box office successes. They have gained a very substantial cult following over the years, to the point of being considered 90s comedy classics by many. Their financial returns were so great, that an animated TV series was made showing Ace’s further adventures, similar to another Jim Carrey outing, “The Mask.” There was also a direct-to-video sequel called “Ace Ventura, Jr.” which focused on the adventures of Ace’s estranged son, played by Josh Flitter. I have seen neither of these, to be honest, but I’ve been told the animated series is alright, and that one should not touch “Junior” with a ten foot pole. In the case of the latter, at least, I think I’ll keep it that way: the original Ace Ventura is really all I need.

Tomorrow, the countdown enters the Top 20!

CLUE: “Kill me if you can!"

#list #countdown #best #favorites #top 31 fictional detectives #gathering of the greatest gumshoes #number 21 #ace ventura #ace ventura: pet detective #jim carrey #mystery #comedy #film #movies

[jalboyhenthusiast]

mp review: general non spoilery thoughts under the cut and then a separated spoilery bit afterwards if you’d like to skip it

so when i first got to the event i was like oh no it’s just harry stans here because there was a lot of merch fjfj but i got into my auditorium seat early and watched ppl filing in and i was actually pleasantly surprised at the diversity in age?? there were quite a lot of older ppl there and a significant amount of older gay couples which was so nice to see.

before the film started michael came out and spoke a little bit. he thanked some ppl in the audience (bethan etc) and mentioned harry being on tour thus not here (there were a few quiet whoops for harry lol) and then he introduced the rest of the cast and crew on stage. david and emma both got HUGE cheers :) there were just like 2 questions from the presenter and then the film started.

okay the film itself.

i loved it 🥺 it felt very.. intimate is how i would describe it. it felt like a very intimate and magnified look at a small story. idk if that makes sense. but other than the budget for venice it felt v indie and contained in a nice way. you could see that michael’s vision was on the small moments and the intricacies of the relationships rather than this huge grand story or political statement. it’s always difficult ofc to adapt a book and especially one that jumps timelines but i do think it was done successfully. my only complaint there was that i wish it was longer and that certain scenes were fleshed out more than they were in the novel. i also don’t really understand the barrage of negative reviews it’s had.. maybe they were expecting a huge blockbuster bc harry’s name was attached? and were surprised when it wasn’t? idk but i definitely wouldn’t describe it as dull in fact it was delicate and affecting 🥺

unfortunately there were a lot of laughs :// again at scenes that are only funny because it was harry. it was very grating bc the audiences reaction is what took me out of those scenes, not the film :/ there were no laughs at the sex scenes though thank godddd. just at lines here or there and mostly contained to one area in the auditorium.

i’m terms of the performances i can understand why it was being praised as a successful ensemble because everyone was truly wonderful. there were no weak links and harry held his own even with so little experience. michael’s comment on harry being “honest and innocent” in his performance makes a lot of sense once you’ve seen it. he’s no oscar winner yet but he has soo much potential i feel v proud of him.

in general it’s a beautiful and delicate film that will 100% start conversations (i heard debates erupt immediately once the credits rolled lol) but again it can only be authentically enjoyed if you put Harry Styles out of your mind and just watch. it also really hit me while watching, what project harry had pursued here.. it was very brave of him and i hope that much can be appreciated no matter what your personal opinion of the film is.

* SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS *

okay a few thoughts!! the second half of the film was better than the first imo. much like the book! once patrick is properly in it basically.

the tom and marion scenes were appropriately awkward and the tom and patrick scenes felt.. charged and heavy. the contrast felt v clear to me.

the sex scenes were shot so ridiculously beautifully. not awkward at all not too much just passionate and stunning. i completely get the conversations around it now. their chemistry was great. i particularly loved the little scene of patrick inviting tom to venice and kissing his shoulder from behind 😭 so cute.

julia!!!!! my lesbian girlie got her screen time!! the audience gasped at her reveal lol.

i wish venice was longer :( but the naked scene was cute and again is there to contrast that cold and passionless environment he has with marion. cinema !

i loved the older cast. they were great and linus in particular was almost freakishly good at an older harry. even his walk 😵‍💫

that final scene BROKE me. i liked how the 1950s scenes felt almost like memories for the 1990s characters and the way it would bleed into their present day but oh god that final scene with tom and patrick. i was in bits. what a lovely divergence from the book ending.

oh and the soundtrack was gorgeous.

#okay #it’s 1.30 so this is all i can remember right now #let me know if you have any qs #mp spoilers #my policeman spoilers