#A list of things ruby is no longer allowed to do

[ancientforgcd]

Things Ruby Is No Longer Allowed To Do

Ruby is no longer allowed to challenge people to rock-paper-scissors for control of multiversal assets.

Ruby is not allowed to use “Deez Nuts” as a valid argument in corporate meetings.

Ruby is not allowed to list “CEO of Everything” as her official job title on legal forms.

Ruby is not allowed to refer to Chione as “my emotional support maiden” in public interviews.

Ruby is no longer allowed to fuse with Blair without submitting the proper cooldown request form.

Ruby is not allowed to tell interns that Void Portals are how you “clock in.”

Ruby is not allowed to yell “Let’s test that theory!” before punching planetary cores.

Ruby is not allowed to rename the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to “The Get-Good Box.”

Ruby is not allowed to cook while in her Herrscher state.

Ruby is not allowed to bring the Dragon Balls to poker night.

Ruby is not allowed to list “Herself” as her emergency contact, again.

Ruby is not allowed to use Instant Transmission to skip lines. Not even for ice cream.

Ruby is not allowed to ask her daughters to “Zenkai bait” her as training.

Ruby is not allowed to send her taxes through a Void Portal.

Ruby is not allowed to challenge gods to fights just to see what happens.

Ruby is not allowed to tell people that Blair is “her goofy little sidekick.”

Ruby is not allowed to refer to her God of Destruction apprenticeship as “summer camp.”

Ruby is not allowed to use her Herrscher of Liberation Authority to win Mario Kart.

Ruby is not allowed to spar in CEO meetings unless someone rolls initiative.

Ruby is not allowed to casually say “I’ve killed gods for less” during brunch.

Ruby is no longer allowed to yell “HERRSCHER MODE ACTIVATE” before kicking down conference room doors.

Ruby is not allowed to bet multiversal real estate on arm wrestling contests with Blair.

Ruby is not allowed to use her Origin Form to “skip the queue” in the afterlife.

Ruby is no longer allowed to refer to Verda as her “emotional support stray.”

Ruby is not allowed to bribe Dracontines using RoseCorp stock.

Ruby is not allowed to use Time Stop to win arguments retroactively.

Ruby is no longer allowed to pull random relics out of the Void and say “trust me, it’s cool.”

Ruby is not allowed to weaponize HR complaints as training exercises.

Ruby is no longer allowed to describe her kids as “limited-edition boss drops.”

Ruby is not allowed to use Arancia’s report cards to measure galactic threat levels.

Ruby is not allowed to hold board meetings during active sparring sessions.

Ruby is not allowed to rewrite causality just because she “forgot to pick up milk.”

Ruby is not allowed to call Lux a “bootleg me with better posture.”

Ruby is not allowed to hijack Blair’s diplomatic meetings to sell RoseCorp plushies.

Ruby is no longer allowed to put Osiria’s homework in stasis for “maximum freshness.”

Ruby is not allowed to refer to herself in the third person as “The Patch Notes.”

Ruby is not allowed to replace every mention of "God" in holy texts with her own name.

Ruby is not allowed to introduce herself with a PowerPoint presentation titled “Why I Am Inevitable.”

Ruby is not allowed to fake her own death as a joke more than once per quarter.

Ruby is not allowed to refer to planetary annihilation as “a mild overreaction.”

Ruby is not allowed to host team bonding exercises inside a collapsing dimension again. —Even if she “made snacks” this time.

Ruby is not allowed to yell “Skill Issue!” after dodging fatal attacks in Ultra Instinct.

Ruby is not allowed to introduce herself as “Your Favorite Existential Threat.”

Ruby is not allowed to register under fake names for tournaments. —“Definitely Not Ruby” is not subtle.

Ruby is not allowed to ask the Dragon Balls for more Dragon Balls.

Ruby is not allowed to start fights with herself across timelines just to prove a point.

Ruby is not allowed to casually phase through walls during workplace evaluations.

Ruby is not allowed to teleport into war councils uninvited and immediately vote to “nuke it.”

Ruby is not allowed to refer to important relics as “my little guys.”

Ruby is not allowed to tell new recruits that Zenkai boosts work better if you “believe hard enough and get hit by a train.”

Ruby is not allowed to write off world domination as “aggressive philanthropy.”

Ruby is not allowed to refer to fusion as “co-op mode with Blair.”

Ruby is not allowed to refer to Osiria and Arancia as “my downloadable content.”

Ruby is not allowed to use her mimicry to impersonate Azathoth on calls.

Ruby is not allowed to use Subjective Reality to make her mistakes “not canon.”

Ruby is not allowed to sell fake relics labeled as “Limited Edition, Slightly Cursed.”

Ruby is not allowed to enter Primal form to skip meetings by triggering mass insanity.

Ruby is not allowed to slap warning labels on gods and call it crisis management.

Ruby is not allowed to put everything she doesn’t want to deal with “in the Void for later.”

Ruby is not allowed to name every backup AI “Ruby Prime 2: Electric Boogaloo.”

Ruby is not allowed to use Void Portals as a valid escape plan from awkward social interactions.

Ruby is not allowed to say “This is canon now” and expect reality to comply.

Ruby is not allowed to make her own theme song play in real time.

Ruby is not allowed to tell Kiana “you’re me, but less profitable.”

Ruby is not allowed to sneak in new transformations and say “they were always canon.”

Ruby is not allowed to refer to her Super Vacosian forms as “skins.”

Ruby is not allowed to describe herself as “the lore update nobody asked for.”

Ruby is not allowed to interrupt Blair’s political speeches by yelling “L + Ratio + Godslain.”

Ruby is not allowed to tell Aurem that Gold-Eye is “just Ultra Instinct for nerds.”

Ruby is not allowed to spawn a clone just to take the blame.

Ruby is not allowed to start fight clubs inside RoseCorp break rooms. —The first rule of Void Club is no Ruby.

Ruby is not allowed to teleport into people’s nightmares to deliver motivational speeches.

Ruby is not allowed to say “Zenkai time” and jump off tall objects recreationally.

Ruby is not allowed to rebrand as “RoseCoin.” —Cryptocurrency is not a transformation.

Ruby is not allowed to use “I was possessed” as an excuse for quarterly profit dips.

Ruby is not allowed to start group therapy with “So which one of me hurt you?”

Ruby is not allowed to teleport into enemy base camps just to insult their architecture.

Ruby is not allowed to list “Outer God” under special skills on her resume.

Ruby is not allowed to refer to her alternate selves as “seasonal variants.”

Ruby is not allowed to declare someone “a side character” during combat.

Ruby is not allowed to “liberate” plot armor from other protagonists.

Ruby is not allowed to conduct interviews while upside-down, on fire, or in Ultra Instinct. —It is “intimidating,” and “the camera caught nothing but light trails.”

Ruby is not allowed to declare “combat tax season” and raid rival factions.

Ruby is not allowed to refer to Verda’s training arc as “child labor, but make it character development.”

Ruby is not allowed to sponsor energy drinks labeled “Void Juice.” —Especially not with the tagline “It’s not illegal if you transcend legality.”

Ruby is not allowed to add herself to ancient prophecy texts. —The universe has already reprinted them twice.

Ruby is not allowed to charge Void entry fees and call it a theme park. —“Sufferland” is not an approved brand

Ruby is not allowed to pitch “Kill, Marry, Seal Away” as a real dating show.

Ruby is not allowed to teleport into live broadcasts just to wave at Blair.

Ruby is not allowed to classify Blair as “domesticated” on official forms.

Ruby is not allowed to say “It’s okay, I’m a CEO” before committing interstellar crimes.

Ruby is not allowed to rebrand her weapon as a “business expense.”

Ruby is not allowed to describe Verda as “the DLC character you unlock by doing side quests.”

Ruby is not allowed to update the RoseCorp employee handbook with memes. —Page 47 is just “Don’t die lol.”

Ruby is not allowed to name operations ever again. —“Project Rawdog” is not an acceptable codename.

Ruby is not allowed to mark opponents as “collectibles” mid-fight.

Ruby is not allowed to use her mimicry to reenact courtroom dramas by herself.

Ruby is not allowed to declare Blair “her favorite possession” in public. —Even if it’s technically accurate under Void contract law.

Ruby is not allowed to sell merchandise depicting her beating up gods. —Especially not with autographs signed “Sincerely, Your Local Narrative Wrecking Ball.”

Ruby is not allowed to say “plot twist” before punching someone through a building.

Ruby is not allowed to rename RoseCorp departments after her old forms. —Nobody wants to work in Super Vacosian 3 Logistics.

[mxpseudonym]

The Worshipping at Greenwood

Pairing: Lizzie Shelby x OC (Maggie)

Summary: Lizzie and her lover, an Arrow House maid, christen the bedroom of one of the new Shelby properties.

Length: 3.9k words

Warnings: NSFW, Infidelity (sorry-ish Tommy)

A/N: I really enjoyed this one. 🤭 Sapphic Lizzie Shelby has been on my list for so long, and I'm so glad I got to write this. Also, Natasha O'Keeffe is so beautiful it's crazy.

“Elizabeth. Like the queen.”

“Not like the queen.”

Lizzie chuckled and pulled the cigarette from between my fingers. “Not like the queen,” she said again before placing it between her lips.

“Alright, like the goddess,” I settled. “Lizzie, the Goddess.”

Lizzie shook her head at me like she always did when I talked like that, her black bob shaking softly. These days, she didn’t go on about not understanding me, though, and she stopped saying I thought she was someone she wasn’t. Her husband was the one who hired me and knew her longer, but I would reckon I knew her better.

“Alright, you sit there. I’ll put these away,” she ordered.

It had been six years since I started at Arrow House. Five since I began frequenting Lizzie Shelby’s bedroom on nights when her husband was away, which was often. It began as helping her nightly routine. She had trouble sleeping, so she started trying tea by the fire. Then she started having midnight baths. The other maids were sick of it and thought she was too low-born to make a fuss. I didn’t see the issue, however. It was our job, first and foremost. But I’d also been having trouble sleeping in the large, creepy mansion. At least I was paid and made friends, however. Lizzie was alone unless she was with Ruby or Charlie.

Eventually, Mr. Shelby allowed her to move to a room with a better view under the prescription of his aunt, a gypsy witch. But after nights spent dressing and undressing her and boiling tea again and again, eventually, I cracked. I crawled into bed beside her and held her until she dozed. It went on like this until hands began to brush against, wander over, and hold each other. Then lips, and then—

“Are you listening?” Lizzie asked, taking me out of my reminiscent thoughts. She was placing items in the cupboards I’d just cleaned earlier that week. It was the spring now, and Charlie and Ruby were still weeks away from coming home from boarding school. Mr. Shelby was busier than ever, even taking a wayward trip to America here and there. Most importantly, there has been tension between them lately. The maids were guessing an affair… again.

But really, Mr. Shelby was expanding again and doing even more dangerous things. Without the children, Lizzie felt shut in. So the all-knowing Shelby aunt suggested Lizzie break in a new property in the country called Greenwood. The main house was large. It has six bedrooms, three stories, and an attic and basement. But most importantly, it had 100 acres of land. A small staff worked the farm and kept the house together. There was a boarding house on the land for the farmers and a smaller cottage for the older couple who managed it all.

“Yes, I am,” I lied.

“I don’t believe you, so here it is again. I told the old woman, Mrs. Humphrey, that we’d do most of the cooking, but she bloody insisted, so she’ll come around noon and leave after making dinner. She said to keep the dishes in the basin, but we can do that,” Lizzie said. She wanted to be domestic, she’d said as we drove up here. Otherwise, I would fight her on trying to do chores when I would rather her not lift a finger.

“And when does this start?”

“Tomorrow. She’s already made dinner for us. It’s in the stove.”

Lizzie closed the cupboard and wiped her hands on a dishcloth. Neither of us spoke. The quiet was foreign and fragile. We couldn’t take it for granted for even a second.

“I’m glad we’re here. And I’m glad you agreed,” she thanked me.

“I go where you go, Madam.”

“Well, I think I’m going upstairs to try out the bed next. We have all night, but I want it right now,” she mused. The cheeky woman sauntered out of the kitchen towards the stairs. I sighed happily.

“What a woman.”

Lizzie wasn’t tender at first. She was more familiar with groping and even liked it, though she did make the best sounds when I kissed her softly and spoke to her.

“Open your mouth,” I told her. My fingertips pressed her cheek gently until her lips parted. I placed mine over hers. They were soft and silky from where she licked them. My tongue traced them, then slid past. Lizzie was stubborn about showing her desire so freely, but she let a hand wind its way into my hair, and the other slide up my arm. I cupped her cheek, kissing her deeper until her calf rubbed against mine. She mewed, frustrated that there was no pressing her thighs together to create friction for the pretty thing between. I only moved to her cheeks and jaw to catch my breath. She panted softly in my ear. If I lowered my hand, I wouldn’t even have to remove her lingerie to hear her say my name— gently cupping her would be enough. But I would save that for later.

Instead, I kissed her again, firmer this time, and slid a hand up her waist to her breasts— humbly sized and full from motherhood. She said she wasn’t sensitive there back when I started dressing her in the mornings. That she never had been, even before, when she “did most of her work lying down.” If she was ashamed of her past, she didn’t show it. She was comfortable in her body and knew it well. But I’d been on a mission to change her there.

I stroked the swells as my tongue slid against hers. Her hand gingerly clenched the sleeve of my robe. I brushed over her nipple, and she hummed. Too distracted to be determined that it wouldn’t work on her. I shifted to lie fully between her legs and cup both at once. Her head tilted, and it was her turn to deepen the kiss. My thumbs steadily rolled her nipples while I massaged her. I would tease her later for the way her hips rolled once I finally pulled at them. She fidgeted under me, knees pressing against my waist as I toyed with the strength of my pulls. By the time I moved my kisses to her jaw to give us air, she was swearing.

“What’s the word?” She whimpered. I raised an eyebrow but only hummed as I licked over the bites placed on the column of her graceful neck. “Persistent. You’re fucking persistent about this.”

I could only laugh. She was right about that.

“Because they’re so perfect,” I explained as I reached her décolletage. My fingers slid under the thin straps of her top and sat back to shuffle it down to her waist. The angle gave me a breathtaking view. Lizzie’s face was beet red, with lips swollen and soft pants passing through them. My marks trailed down to her rising and falling chest. I didn’t dare look beyond her bare tummy, or I’d get ahead of myself.

“Take this off,” she told me, tugging at my robe. I did as I was told and then got back to work. My tongue circled her left nipple, exploring on its own accord. I kissed my way to the right side, leaving my hand to continue on the left, massaging and tugging. On the right, I licked and sucked and grazed my teeth over her bruising bud. Lizzie gasped, and her hips jolted against mine.

“She likes it,” I whispered with a chuckle.

“Maggie,” she moaned. Lizzie kept surprising me today. She was early. But I wasn’t done. I moved my leg over hers, leaving one of my thighs pressed between hers. I kissed my way up again, meeting her lips again. She kissed fervently now. She would be needy soon and only able to be talked through it all. There were pros and cons to her in that state. The biggest con was that she would be too far gone to tell me when she was overstimulated, in which our time would be over. The pros were… everything else.

My hands moved to her hips, which were starting to search for an outlet of any kind with the smallest thrusts. I pressed my thigh in further, parting her legs until I felt warm, damp silk against my skin. I didn’t have to say a word. I only pressed her hips down, guiding her to grind against me. It was something she could play with while I had my fill, and play she did. I decorated the beauty before me with kisses. The creaminess of her breasts was perfect for faint bite marks, soothed by a lapping tongue. I’d worked too hard not to enjoy the fruits of my labor. Lizzie made new sounds, rich sounds, wanton sounds with every alternation. Her face screwed up, went slack, turned the color of a bold and blossoming rose, and was everything I’d hoped for. I snatched her hand away when she moved to cover her mouth. Never.

She found a rhythm against my thigh but disrupted it time and again when she was in a frenzy. I moved back to her left breast and generously helped her keep pace by guiding her hips again. Lizzie’s gaze, glossy and desperate, turned down to watch me. Our stares locked just as I circled her nipple once more, then took it between my teeth, a bit rougher now. Her eyes rolled, and with her thighs wrapping around mine, keeping me pressed right against her, she came undone. The most precious gasps left her lips while her back arched. She was a thing of beauty. A goddess amongst men.

I wasted no time giving her a knowing kiss, deciding once again to save my teasing for later. I was too interested in ridding her of her pajamas. Naked before me, she stretched and then ran her fingers lightly over her tender body.

“What are you doing to me, Mags?”

“Worshipping, I think they call it,” I whispered, fully enthralled by Lizzie’s hands, never ceasing until they stroked the soft curls leading to her center. She was nearly dripping, all shiny and slick, even on the insides of her thighs. Her hands were those of a housewife— manicured and soft and just as alluring.

“You’re still on about that?”

“What else would I call kneeling before you and giving you my all?” I questioned as I crawled between Lizzie's spread legs. Refusing to leave an inch untouched, I kissed the softness of her belly. I was in awe that she’d held a child, creating it and bringing it to life in this very body. My life-giver sighed when I reached the crevices of her thighs, the creases inviting me to run my fingers over them and later use them as anchors to hold her in place.

I started with the insides of her knees, earning a groan because I was surely taking too long for her liking. But she was much more patient with one undoing under her belt. I loved the dimples of her thighs, the colors of her stretch marks, the evidence that she was living fully. The closer I got, the warmer she was. Lizzie’s legs went over my shoulders habitually, and her calves rested against my back. When I licked the essence that was slathered across her inner thighs, just a head tilt away from the folds of her pussy, I took a moment to appreciate how she consumed me just as I consumed her. Her thighs covered my ears, my nose pressed against her skin, and, in a few minutes, her hands would be in my hair, holding me there. I smiled at the thought and accidentally let my lips brush against her folds, and I turned to clean her left thigh. Lizzie gasped, and her hands reached. I forgot that she was early today, and I didn’t have it in me to keep her waiting much longer.

I didn’t understand the disdain some men had for tasting a woman here and understood the confusion around it even less. Does one not want delicious fruit? When one bites into a peach, ripe and waiting, do they fear the juice that dribbles down their chin? No. They take it eagerly and drink as they eat it.

“Maggie,” Lizzie sighed, back arching. I lapped between her folds, tasting the creamy evidence of her earlier release. Then, up around her hooded bud, I traced, careful not to rush. She was always generous with her juices, giving me more every single second she enjoyed herself. Her hips moved against my tongue, becoming greedier by the second. “Don’t you think you have as much as you can handle?” I wanted to ask. But she cried out as if she heard my thoughts, “Yes,” like a chant sung in the most delicious tone, and I conceded. I didn’t know a thing.

Keeping her waist still was a special challenge. The act in itself worked her up and caused them to move even more. Once, I pinched her and told her to stop that. I may as well have rewarded naughty behavior because she came right away. She was too far gone to put two and two together, but I kept the act of pinching in my back pocket ever since. She didn’t need it today. She was feeling it more than usual, after all. One hand stroked my hair, all her restraint going to not tugging on it, and the other letting it all out on the bed sheets.

I glanced up as I began prodding her entrance with a stiff tongue. She whimpered again, then gradually moved a hand to her undoubtedly aching breast. She hissed with gritted teeth when her palm brushed her nipple, but she invited the feeling, still massaging with gentle pressure. Her wetness flowed, and I swore nectar poured down my throat as if I were drinking water from a spring. I would save the pinching for another day, but I still moved my tongue to her sensitive bud to make way for my finger.

“Fucking hell,” Lizzie gasped. My lips wrapped around her clit while my tongue did steady work. Slowly pressing into her simultaneously left her quiet and open-mouthed. It was too amusing and caused me to hum against her. Her hips jerked beneath my hand. A second undoing when I was only a knuckle deep? She was in rare form.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t bring myself to wait for her to calm down. I pressed my full finger forward, feeling her fluttering walls give me more of her wetness. I decided to add a second and, by her sob, I believe she found it agreeable. Lizzie did like to go on for some time. One undoing was never as good as four or five. Or perhaps it was me who didn’t know how to stop at just one. The more she came, the prettier her face. I liked the look she was giving now— eyes closed, lip between her teeth, hair a mess. I knew she wasn’t thinking of anything. Not the past, not the present, not home, not a man. She was this body, in her bed, with me. My fingers curled within her, but she didn’t cry my name. I slowed and turned to kiss her thigh.

“Breathe, my love,” I told her. She took a shaky breath in, then another.

“Maggie,” she finally said, looking down at me. “It’s unbelievable.”

I could only smirk and continue my work. Two would become three soon with how wet Lizzie was, but she was reaching satisfaction and pull me under her. It wasn't necessary, but she wasn’t as greedy as I was and not as selfish as I’d like.

Her third undoing was strong. Her thighs threatened to close around me, but I stubbornly caught every drop that came from her, memorizing her taste, temperature, and scent. As expected, she shifted away from me, pulling me up until we were kneeling in front of each other. Then, she kissed me this time, with some being a ruse to lick her essence from my chin.

“Don’t think I don’t know you’re dripping, love. I can almost hear it,” she said in my ear. My face flushed hot, and my lips rubbed together. A benevolent goddess gives as well as she receives. For all I knew, Lizzie knew me better than I knew myself, and she was ruthless. She let her fingers stroke the insides of my thighs while she kissed my neck. I was already on fire. Every touch felt like the one that could push me over the edge.

She moved behind me, her hands reaching around to grasp the fullness of my chest. My breasts were larger than hers, and she always mentioned that she loved that.

“You’re incredibly sexy, Maggie,” she said sweetly. “Do I get all of you?”

“Every bit,” I confirmed.

Lizzie was much more skilled with her fingers than I could ever hope to be. She pushed me forward so my chest pressed against the bed and she could kiss down my back. She was less patient than I was, as well. But it was likely out of necessity. She languidly tongued my folds from behind. I tried to imagine what she was doing, but my mind was muddled in seconds.

“You come so quickly,” she said, both amused and in awe. “You get yourself all worked up when you’re messing with me. I’ll have to start with two, just so you can feel it.”

“Lizzie,” I cried out. She made me feel full every time. Her two fingers, long and nimble, reached farther within me than I ever could on my own. I could hear my own slickness squelching in the room, and my thighs trembled.

“Ah, ah, don’t. Not yet. Not until your goddess says, yeah?”

I blinked at the order. She kept surprising me. My eyes were clenched, and whimpers spilled from my lips as I pushed back against her hand. She said that meant I wanted it deeper and began meeting the rhythm of my hips. Lizzie pressed kisses against my lower back, my thighs, and my perched ass while telling me how erotic this was. How erotic I looked.

The begging began when Lizzie announced I was dripping on her sheets and slid in a third finger. She never said the consequence for going against her order, but nothing was better than being obedient to her. Stars appeared behind my eyelids before she finally said it was okay. Lizzie’s voice talked me through the jolting and trembling. Her arm looped around my waist, pressing me against her so I was still enough to keep receiving her fingers. She pulled out her fingers only to use her thumb to firmly circle my pussy. She stimulated my sensitive bud and folds and stretched hole. I sobbed into the bed when she leaned down for a taste.

“You’re sweet,” she mused. She lapped at me until one release melded into another, and I had to push her away. We stayed in bed for a while longer.

There was no one in Greenwood, and there wouldn’t be for the whole summer. I propped my head up on my hand as she said it again and again while rolling around.

No smoke. No mud. No Birmingham.

She rolled onto me, making me laugh and wrap my arms around her.

“Just us,” she said, finally. I nodded.

“Just us.”

[aspiringtrashpanda]

DAY! NUMBER! TWO! Find the prompt list HERE.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

DAY 2 Prompt: Reminiscence Spoilers for Simeon's role (OG 24-17)

Simeon stares down at the blank page before him. The thin, printed lines meant to support each weighty word grow bolder by the seconds tick-tick-tocking from the grandfather clock nestled in the corner of his room. They swell so large, he no longer has any space to write.

He regrets his notebook decision. The orchid themed booklet on display in the store window had been so pretty, had stoked this idea in his mind that the Lord of Lechery would display his favorite flowers in the arched windows of his castle. Henry would have given him the orchid - as white and pure as paper free of ink. 

But no, he had defaulted to the bland, leather-bound notebook. Nondescript, with those lines that demanded structure. An opening sentence. A climax. A resolution.

With a sigh, Simeon lets his head loll back, pushes his chair onto its back legs and balances preciously between expectation and chaos. Watching the dust dance in the lamplight of his room, he considers the characters that he himself had brought to life.

Luke had asked him once if The Tale of the Seven Lords was inspired by Lucifer and his brothers. Simeon had responded with an obvious yes, of course. Though, the more he wrote, the less his creations seemed to mirror their counterparts. 

He wasn’t sure if it was the rose-colored glasses of nostalgia warping his perception of those he had considered his closest friends. Those he still considers his closest friends. Well, other than Solomon. And Luke. But… well, it wasn’t the same. Simeon knew Lucifer and his chosen family as angels. He knows them as demons. And yet, sometimes they still feel like strangers, just out of reach, synonyms on a page that don’t quite convey the intended meaning. 

There were traits that only grew in prominence since the Great Celestial War–like Belphegor’s affinity for naps, and Leviathan’s shut-in tendencies–but as their title sins weighed heavy on their shoulders, Simeon found the actions of those he used to call his family more difficult to predict. Mammon’s greed, born from a genuine desire to succeed, evolved into ulterior motive. Asmodeus’s need for external validation rendered him weak to batted eyes and a gentle touch. 

Then, there was Satan. Naturally, Simeon wants to attribute that missing piece of the Lucifer he once knew to the carefully composed “fourth” born. Though, that would be an insult to Satan, to the Lord of Masks. He is so much more than what he is not, and for a moment, Simeon wonders what it would have been like to share his space in the clouds above. 

Ah, the Celestial Realm. He can still see the brilliant light of the sun when he allows his eyes to flutter shut, pure warmth bathing the virtuous in shades of gold. It was never as warm after the war. Or perhaps he’s reading into things. Current feelings. Memory is awfully fickle, isn’t it? 

Simeon used to write in the greenhouse, by his garden of roses. Roses of a ruby red bright enough to accent Michael’s dinner, a single flower bursting from a tiny vase to the right of his plate. Raphael would sing as he prepared a pot of tea. 

Simeon smiles, though it is devoid of any mirth.

Raphael is still willing to sing Simeon’s favorite hymns–the seraph’s rich tenor a balm on any wounded soul–but Simeon knows better. It will never be the same. Not without the rustle of pages under Lucifer’s index finger, not without the brilliant sets of ivory plumage draped over a garden chair. 

He wonders if Lucifer enjoys reading as much as he used to. Was that trait given to Satan, or do they share a passion for knowledge between them?

Simeon frowns down at the blot of ink, seeping from his pen onto that dreadful lined paper. He’s been frowning a lot more, these days.

“Simeon?” Luke’s interruption is timid, his hands gripping the door frame. Concern dances in the innocent eyes of a child who has yet to experience loss.

“I’m fine,” Simeon reassures, “I suppose I’m a little homesick.”

Though for where, he is no longer certain. 

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

OBEY ME! MONTH MASTERLIST

[howlingday]

Somewhat the Pure

Should(n't) leave

Ruby: You need to leave. The store is closing.

Somewhat: Can I stay a little longer? We don't have a lot of cheese at home.

Ruby: It's the company rule. (Eyes watering) Y-You have to go. I'm sorry.

Somewhat: Just a little bit? I get chased by cats when I try to get cheese at home...

Ruby: G... G-Give me a second!

Ruby: Weiss, please, can they stay? I can't kick them out, they're too adorable! Can't we, I don't know, let them stay here as a mascot or something? I don't know!

Weiss: I don't care if they're Adrian Cotta Arc! They need to leave right now! And I'll show you how it's done!

Weiss: Alright, store's closing! Get out! This is your last warning, and if you refuse, then I'll force you out!

Somewhat: Please, miss, I'll give you as much money as I can if you let me stay...

Weiss: This... This is a button.

Somewhat: I'm sorry, but this is all the money I have right now. But if you let me stay, I promise I'll get you more.

Weiss: (Eyes watering) I... I-I can't do it! You're the boss now!

Somewhat: Oh, I don't know how to run a business. Oh...

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Company owner

Ruby: Uh, okay, so, uh, the quarterly... projection... things are in, and we're, uh... We're not doing too good. Weiss says we're gonna have to downsize.

Somewhat: Oh... And I got so used to being Somewhat, and now I have to be Little again.

Ruby: W... We're not shrinking you, we're choosing which department is getting fired.

Somewhat: Oh, well, I hope they have enough ointments for their burns.

Ruby: No, they're... They're not going to be allowed to work here anymore.

Somewhat: They're being forced to quit?

Ruby: Yup.

Somewhat: No.

Ruby: But... But we have to!

Somewhat: But they won't afford cheese if they're forced to quit.

Ruby: We're going to go bankrupt if we don't let one of the departments go, and Weiss will be really mad at us! It's just how it is!

Somewhat: But it's awful.

Ruby: If you have a better idea, I'd love to hear it!

Somewhat: Give everyone cheese. I want everyone to be happy and not lose their jobs. It's mean...

Ruby: What? That... That's not going to work. We're going to go bankrupt, and Weiss is going to yell at us, and-

Somewhat: Please?

Ruby: (Eyes water) ...I'm going to regret this, but okay. I just can't say no! I just can't say-

Ruby: (Looking at the massive profits, Shocked) No way did that work! But it did, and now I'm going to go cry in the bathroom at the monster I almost became!

Somewhat: Here's some tissues.

Ruby: (Sobbing) THANK YOU SO MUCH!

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Headmaster of Beacon

Ruby: Congratulations on your first day, Headmaster Somewhat.

Somewhat: Wait, how did I get here?

Ruby: Oh, we just skipped the election entirely and everyone agreed you should be in charge.

Somewhat: Oh, uh, I don't remember running.

Ruby: Everyone just likes you that much.

Somewhat: Oh, well, thank you, I suppose.

Ruby: But since you are now in charge, we have to get started on these items on our to-do list. I'll read them off and you just give me your opinion.

Somewhat: Oh, well, alright.

Ruby: Okay, first of all is the Dust Hike.

Somewhat: Oh, well, that sounds lovely.

Ruby: What?

Somewhat: If it means cleaner floors, then we should help dust be healthier and more active.

Ruby: Headmaster, it's another way to say "increasing taxes".

Somewhat: Well, if the taxes will help the dust be more active and healthy, then why not increase it?

Ruby: ...

Ruby: (Eyes welling) W-We'll, uh, just come back to that later. Separation of Faunus and Humans.

Somewhat: Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that their marriage didn't work out.

Ruby: Humans and Faunus aren't people- I-I MEAN, they ARE people, but they're not one person. It's about racial segregation.

Somewhat: I don't know what that means, and now I'm in a sad mood. Can we go to the next one please?

Ruby: (Pauses, Takes a deep breath) Yes, headmaster. Next topic is... The White Fang.

Somewhat: What's The White Fang?

Ruby: ...

Somewhat: ...Is there a problem?

Ruby: Somewhat, there's not a single scenario I can think of that wouldn't somehow ruin your innocence.

Somewhat: What's innocence?

Ruby: ...We're just gonna move on to the last issue.

Somewhat: Okay.

Ruby: Oh, thank you, Oum. Uh... The current war.

Somewhat: Oh, there's a war going on?

Ruby: Yes, do you have any battle tactics?

Somewhat: Oh, uh, well, I don't really know. I don't even know all of the Headmasters yet. I don't think I'm qualified for this.

Ruby: Headmaster, I don't think Salem is going to give you time to learn, and-

Salem: (Seer flies in, Projects herself) Headmaster Somewhat, I'm willing to put the war on hold until you learn all the Headmasters names. Because I really like you.

Somewhat: Oh, well, um... Th-Thank you for your kindness, Ma'am.

Salem: You're welcome. (Seer flies out)

Ruby: Okay, uh... I-I guess we're good for now... Who is this?

Somewhat: Um... Is that... Jane Ironbark?

Ruby: (Almost crying) N-No, but... You're getting closer, buddy...

Somewhat: Thank you.

Ruby: Y-Y-You're welcome!

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Rules the World

Ruby: Alright, Somewhat, you rule all of Remnant now. The entire world! That's a pretty big deal!

Somewhat: I only went to the store to buy cheese. I don't know how I got here.

Ruby: Just go with it. Depression is already at an all-time high.

Somewhat: What's depression?

Ruby: It's not a thing with you around, little buddy!

Somewhat: Oh, I'm sorry, Depression. I didn't mean to scare you away. Maybe we can find you some friends if you come back.

Ruby: Somewhat... Depression is when people are really, really sad. It's not a person.

Somewhat: Well, it's a person to me. I think everyone deserves to be happy. Even depression.

Ruby: (About to cry) This is exactly why you're in charge...

Somewhat: Well, I'm really confused, but thank you.

Ruby: (Sighs) Anyway, first order of business-

Somewhat: W-Wait! I'm really nervous! When I was Headmaster of Beacon, I had a lot of tough choices to make, but now that I'm charge of the whole world, I feel like there are more choices with even more difficult decisions, and... Oooh...

Ruby: Somewhat, you have nothing to worry about at all! It's all been fixed!

Somewhat: Really?

Ruby: Yup! As soon as Remnant heard you were going to be in charge, all the Kingdoms came together and fixed all of their problems all at once. They didn't want to make you nervous. They- They couldn't do it.

Somewhat: That... That sounds too strange to be true.

Ruby: Somewhat, you gotta understand, being a world leader who HATES Somewhat the Mouse is political sui... A career ender.

Somewhat: Wait, who's Sue?

Ruby: Sue is... a really good friend from school!

Somewhat: Oh, well, she sounds lovely.

Ruby: Yeah, yeah, but, uh, you don't have to worry about anything because everything is all good now.

Somewhat: Wait, then what do I do?

Ruby: Don't worry, we have the "Solve it!" button now and you just press it, and it fixes everything!

Somewhat: ...That's it?

Ruby: Yup!

Somewhat: ...And everyone is okay with this?

Ruby: Yup, everyone in the whole world will completely agree and nobody is forced, or coerced, or brainwashed into agreeing. It's not even political at this point, because everyone is going to like it.

Somewhat: W-Well, okay. (Taps button)

THAT WAS EASY

Ruby: Thank you. Now here's your trophy.

Somewhat: Oh, I couldn't accept a trophy-

Ruby: There's cheese in it.

Somewhat: OH! (Takes trophy, Eats the cheese)

Ruby: ...This is good.

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Murder Mouse

Somewhat: Are we going trick or treating soon?

Ruby: Oh, uh, yup! Yup! Just give me a minute to get things ready outside!

Somewhat: Oh, well, uh, okay then.

Ruby: Thanks, Somewhat~!

Ruby: (Shuts door) Great. Now, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Mercury: I'm having the best day of my life to be honest.

Ruby: HOW?!

Mercury: It's like Somewhat the Mouse... BUT HE DO THE MURDER!

Ruby: Why would you make this?! They didn't do anything to you!

Mercury: It's a project I've had in my mind since I was little baby. This is what my life has been leading up to!

Ruby: You got this from a Bionic Fishin' skit.

Mercury: Shut the fu- Shut up!

Ruby: You listen here; if they see this, they'll-!

Somewhat: Everything alright out here?

Ruby: S-SOMEWHAT!

Somewhat: Is that a horror version of me?

Ruby: U-Uh, well, uh-

Mercury: Yup.

Somewhat: Oh, well, can I make one request?

Mercury: What?

Somewhat: Can you put a disclaimer telling everyone I'm sorry I'm scaring them. I won't tell you to stop, but I'd appreciate it if everyone knew I never intended to scare anyone ever. The idea of me hurting anyone makes me feel awful...

Mercury: (Strained) ...S-Sure?

Somewhat: Thank you very much. I'll just get my candy bag ready then. Have a wonderful night. (Goes inside)

Mercury: (Sniffles) I-I don't think I want to do this anymore!

Ruby: I TOLD YOU!

[desertdollranch]

Eyeswapping my A Life of Faith doll

~*~*~ Before & After ~*~*~

This adorable little lady here is a doll from the doll brand A Life of Faith. The dolls were first released in 1998, and are based on characters from the Elsie Dinsmore book series, which was published in the 19th century. Since the dolls are no longer being produced, I had to acquire mine secondhand.

But they can sometimes be tricky to find without a certain very common condition affecting dolls: eyes that have changed color over time to red, orange, or purple.

(Left: a Violet Travilla doll; right: a Laylie Colbert doll, both from A Life of Faith; both pictures taken from secondhand listings)

This is absolutely not the only brand that has that defect; My Twinn, Ruby Red Fashion Friends, and Berenguer Classmates are some others I've seen whose eyes turn a bright shade of red.

My new doll came to me in excellent condition, but with light purple eyes that I did not like. I planned on removing and replacing them the moment before I bought her. It turned out to be easy and surprisingly inexpensive.

When I received my doll, I could tell immediately that she had the right kind of vinyl that would make it easy to replace her eyes. I took photos of each step so that I could show precisely how you can do the same.

The first thing you will need to do is get yourself a pair of flat-backed oval glass eyes, size 20 millimeters, in the color of your choice. I used these eyes from CR's Crafts and I'm pleased with what I got, but I can also recommend Dolls By Sandie as a legit source of doll parts that I have purchased from in the past. This size of eyes is also commonly used in reborn baby dolls, so if you're wanting to shop elsewhere you can search for that type of supplier. But do not compromise on the 20 mm size. Too big and they won't fit in the socket at all; too small and they will move around in the socket.

What else you'll need:

A very small screwdriver, or a similar slender metal or plastic tool

A large pot of water, and a way to heat it up (ideally a stove)

A few extra large plastic sandwich bags; large ziploc style bags are what I used

Dry towels in case your doll gets wet

What you'll be doing here is using the water to heat up the head, which will make the vinyl soft and flexible. Then you'll use your screwdriver to pop out the original eyes. Then you'll heat the vinyl again and use your hands to insert the new eyes.

Warning..... there are pictures within this post of an eyeless doll. If that is something you don't want to see, do not continue reading this post.

.........

Start by heating up some water in your large pot. Make it about 8 inches deep.

While that heats, remove the doll's wig and peel off the eyelashes. If you want to put the lashes back on after the eye swap, keep them in a safe place where they won't get lost. Eyelashes have the tendency to stick to random things and get far away from you.

Removing the wig isn't absolutely mandatory, but I do recommend it. It will make the whole process much easier when you're not worrying about damaging it or keeping it restrained and out of the way. You can always glue it back on afterward.

When the water is ready, get your doll suited up for the hot water plunge.

I covered her with two large plastic sandwich bags, then a plastic grocery bag. This will protect her from getting wet, while still allowing the vinyl of her head to heat up and become soft and flexible.

Bring your water to a boil, and then immediately turn off the heat and take the pot off the heat. Carefully bring the pot of hot water to a stable surface--I put mine down on the floor and sat there to work on my doll.

Turn the doll upside down and lower her head into the water. Make sure your water is deep enough to be level with at least her chin. Hold her there for about two minutes.

If your water is hot enough, the vinyl head should become warm and flexible.

Oops, she got a little bit wet. My bag leaked. If this happens to you, use towels to dry her off completely. Do not let her eye sockets get wet and remain wet, as this could let mold grow.

Working very quickly before the vinyl cools down, slip your screwdriver or other skinny tool into the eye socket behind the eye and pop it out. Be careful not to scratch her skin. If you're having trouble, put her back into the bags and heat up her vinyl a bit more.

Jeepers creepers! This is what you'll see after extracting them peepers.

Set the old eyes aside, and get the new eyes ready at hand. Then stick your doll back into the bags for 60 seconds to heat up the vinyl again.

Once she's warmed up again, it's time to insert the eyes.

The previous steps were the easy part. This is the tricky part that's hard to photograph in a helpful way. What I did was slip the top half of the eyes into the eye socket and then just pushed down hard on the eyes until the bottom halves popped into the socket.

You may need to reheat the vinyl again after putting in the first eye and the second eye.

If that's not working, you can also try squeezing the head to stabilize it and push the eyes in that way.

As soon as they're in, you're done! Reattach the lashes and the wig if you took that off.

Success!

This is an older picture and she has since changed wigs, but I'm so happy with her new eye color. It gives her a completely different, more natural look.

[frankchurchillsaysrelax]

it's been a long, cold, lonely winter

London’s skies mock her as the Featherington family arrives in Mayfair. The start of a new season, her third season on the marriage mart, and the weather is sunny and bright when all Penelope wants is to lock herself away in her room and hide away. A long journey with her mama and Prudence for company will inspire that in her.

When she’s finally out of the carriage and again on solid ground, she catches sight of Bridgerton 

House across the square and swiftly looks away knowing it will only sour her mood further were she to catch sight of the family. If they have yet arrived, a detail she is no longer privy to and should care little about but finds herself yearning for knowledge of anyway.

The footmen make quick work of moving their belongings inside, their lady's maids ushering them about despite the men knowing where to take everything. Their butler stands beside Mrs. Varley ready to greet them and when Penelope passes he pulls an envelope from his pocket and discreetly passes it into her hands. He gives her the dull look of disapproval she is used to receiving and she does not need to look at the address on the back to know whose correspondence she holds. 

She should rip it up, perhaps burn it, but she knows the thought is futile. It will end up in the box with the other unopened letters alongside the ones carefully saved from last year. She knows not why she keeps them except that she does. She knows all too well of the sentimental fool that she is, of the tiny spark of hope that resides in her heart, kept alit against the chill of bitterness that ravages her by the walls hastily built during her time in the country. 

Colin Bridgerton does not love her and she cannot fault him for it no matter how she wishes she could; could put the years of unrequited feelings in his hands and hold him accountable for the damage done to them. The only thing she can rightly fault him for is his words from last season, the laughter he roused from his friends with his careless cruelty, and so she does so fervently. She thought them at least friends, but do friends treat each other so harshly? She thinks of Eloise, of the twin flame of hope that burns for their companionship. Perhaps it is possible. 

Later, once the house has settled into its quietude, she wanders through the halls as is her wont. Penelope had learned long before she was Whistledown how to sneak about without being seen. It is easy to do when one is unwanted and easily overlooked. The skill benefits her as she begins her thorough search for secrets within her own household. She will not miss another scheme like that of the ruby mines again.

It is her name that gives her pause outside her mama’s rooms, a conversation between lady and housekeeper that is not meant for her ears. She has heard countless whispers she would rather have no knowledge of, and this is just one more to add to the list it seems. Words like spinster thrown about as if not for the first time, stuck with, holding a level of distaste she has never heard from her mother’s mouth, and for the rest of my days with such finality, it carries an air of inevitably that follows Penelope back to her room. 

Penelope is not stupid, she knows that the likelihood of her marrying well decreases with each season. She had thought spinsterhood a few years off, however; kept hope that if she could not marry for love or respect then at least she could find a match that allowed her freedom. A hope her mother did not share apparently.

Hot tears pour down her cheeks as she rests her back against the closed door. Tears of anger and humiliation. Tears she has become all too familiar with these past months. A rage beats against her ribs to the beat of her mama’s words. She wants to destroy everything in her sight, wants to watch the world burned by the candle still lit on her writing desk. Only the carefully crafted persona of a quiet, thoughtful young lady stops her from such destruction.

She can not give up, can not give in to the defeat her mama feels. She stomps toward her wardrobe, lets the anger travel through her feet and the floor so that the house can carry it for her, and flings open the drawers. Her old gowns stare back at her in a sea of sickly greens and yellows like a healing bruise on her past. An idea starts to take form.  

If her mother was giving up on her then she would take her future into her own hands, mold it with the gentleness and care it had never been shown before.

[clarenecessities]

I apologize for what I’m about to do to this post but as long as we’re listing things....

Han-Cholo pins:

She-Ra HERO pin ($12.00 USD)

featuring original art, for some reason

Adora Enamel Pin ($12.00 USD) “Adora is our top favorite of all the Princess of Power in the Netflix series She-Ra and the Princesses of Power.“ Okay.

Adorable Catra Enamel Pin ($12.00 USD)

Catradora Failsafe Love Enamel Pin - Glow in the Dark ($12.00 USD) The First Ones’ writing is the only part that glows in the dark

For the Honor of Grayskull Enamel Pin ($12.00 USD)

Archer Bow Enamel Pin ($12.00 USD)

Princess Glimmer Enamel Pin ($12.00 USD)

Queen Glimmer Enamel Pin ($12.00 USD)

Double Trouble Enamel Pin ($12.00 USD)

Scorpia Enamel Pin ($12.00 USD)

Hordak Enamel Pin ($12.00 USD)

Entrapta Enamel Pin ($12.00 USD)

Force-Captain Catra Enamel Pin ($12.00 USD) despite featuring her Crimson Waste look

Perfuma Chibi Enamel Pin ($12.00 USD) She’s the only chibi which can be bought individually which feels... weird?

Catradora Chibi Enamel Pin Set ($20.00 USD)

She-Ra Chibi Enamel Pin Set ($42.00 USD) containing Swift Wind, Catra, Bow, Glimmer, and She-Ra

Frosta, Netossa, Sea Hawk, Spinnerella, and Mermista pins ($12.00 USD each)

SDCC Exclusive Pins:

Han Cholo jewelry: 

She-Ra Crown Ring ($150.00 USD)

She-Ra Evolution Ring ($150.00 USD) also comes in rose gold.

Catra Helmet Ring ($130.00 USD) comes in gold, rose gold, or silver

Queen Glimmer Staff Ring ($215.00) which feels excessive bc it looks kind of... super uncomfortable

Best Friends Squad Necklace ($30.00 USD)

She-Ra Sword Necklace ($40.00 USD)

Swift Wind Stud Earrings ($70.00 USD) please don’t call him a stud

Horde Symbol Stud Earrings ($70.00 USD) more accurately Force Captain badge earrings but that’s fine

Best Friends Squad Patch ($10.00 USD) which doesn’t appear to have seam allowances so I guess you’re sewing over some of that shit

Lootcrate

Exclusive notebook. Not for individual sale due to the nature of Lootcrate, but they’re very easy to find on ebay

The aforementioned socks ↑↑↑

This shaker bottle that they advertised as being for “”“St. Patty’s Day””” which i’m considering a personal attack

COMCANROLL

Comcanroll made this adorable little keychain, which doesn’t appear to be available anywhere, which is bullshit

Rubie's Costume Company Inc

These are no longer for sale (maybe they didn’t re-up the license?) but were part of the 2020 Licensed catalogue. and like honestly, looking at those illustrations? That may be for the best.

For Kids: She-Ra, Catra, Sword of Protection, She-Ra Kit, Catra Kit, She-Ra Wig, Catra wig. The kits are shown on the right half of the second image

For Adults: She-Ra costume

Party City

Yeah they also had costumes, despite selling the above Rubie’s costumes? Unclear why but confirmed to be under a different license

A child's She-Ra costume and wig + a sword of protection

why did they make these

[uncouth-the-fifth]

twice the trouble - Sam Winchester/Reader/Ruby

read it on Ao3.

Pairing: Sam Winchester/Reader/Ruby

Tags/Warnings: Oral Sex, Double Blowjobs, Threesome - FFM, Cum Play, Reader is Bisexual, Deepthroating, poor subby Sam.

Word Count: 3k.

Notes: I have so much love for my fellow sam freaks, but I cannot beLIEVE this fic has not been done already. I sincerely hope I wasn’t the only one who watched the scene in season four and hoped Ruby and Sam were looking for a third 🤰

Ask to be added to my tag list!

“Is she good at sucking you off, Sam?”

He tries his best to look unaffected. Sam sucks in a long, restrained sigh through his nose and sets his elbows on his trembling knees, rubbing his eyes like pressing hard enough would make the mattress swallow him whole. It’s a remarkable display of willpower, honestly. If your situations were reversed, and it was you sweating at the end of the bed while Ruby groped Sam’s tits in front of you, well. You would not be as resilient, that’s for damn sure.

She has very cold hands. That has no effect on how handsy she gets with you, first slipping comfortably against the curve of your back and then taking two handfuls of your bra. It’s lacy, white, pretty, and basically lethal, since your tits look fantastic in it. They must feel even better, since Ruby gives them a single fierce squeeze and sighs right along with you.

Sam can’t speak. He’s a little wild in the eyes, covering his mouth with one hand and his dick with the other.

“Don’t be rude to your girlfriend,” Ruby taunts. “Is it true? Can she suck dick better than a pornstar?”

“That’s not what I said,” you clarified. “I said I suck dick like a pornstar, not better than.”

Ruby’s sharp eyes slide to Sam. She must want more from the horny panic rising on his face ( oh, god, two half-naked women that want him—what ever will he do? ), because her fingertips are suddenly bruising the hollows of your cheeks to force your jaw open. Sam jerks straight up on the bedspread. After a bit of griping and yelping around Ruby’s fingers, though, you allow yourself to relax back into her. She’s just playing. Just riling Sam up, and you love that it’s working.

“See, I don’t believe her,” Ruby tells him. “Sure, _____’s got a big mouth—“ for that, you twist your head to bite playfully at her fingers, which just makes her grip snap tighter around your jaw, “but c’mon, Sam. She’s all bark. When it comes down to it, I could never picture her getting down on her knees… getting all slobbery and covered in drool and cum… choking on a dick. Has she ever done that for you before?”

To support Ruby’s cause, you fight a little in her iron grip and give Sam the big, sad eyes he can’t help but swoop in and save.

True to form, he does.

Sam ran his sweaty palms down his thighs, swallowing. “She has. And she’s, she’s… really good.”

“She can’t be that good if that’s all you have to say,” Ruby answered, cooly. She tilted closer, “Go on. Tell me how you really feel.”

There it was. The restraint on Sam’s face held for a beat longer and caved just as fast, his eyes going dark and immediately devouring the sight of you and Ruby. Her hand on your face, the other worming under your bra. The plush spill-over of flesh around the tight waistbands of your panties. He was too hard to hide, now, and had finally given up trying. In slow big-pupilled blinks, Sam took on the eager, greedy energy he’d had last time—when you’d ridden his cock and Ruby had ridden his face. He was too sweet to ask for seconds, but if they were offered to him…

Sam was answering Ruby, but he spoke straight to you.

“You always take such good care of me,” he wets his lips. “Other girls I’ve been with, they, uhm, lose steam, tryin’ to… fit it, but you wanted to take the whole thing so bad. You worked so hard, and now you take it like you were made to every time—and all the time. At this point, I’m convinced you’ll never get enough. The second we’re alone you drop straight to your knees n’ shove your face in my lap, begging me to let you suck my dick cause’ you love it so much. You’re beyond good.”

Okay. Woah. All that combined with Sam’s soft, sexy, raspy voice, and you feel beyond good.

“Wow,” Ruby purred, impressed. She drops your aching face to stroke it instead, cupping your chin and tilting you closer to hum, “Guess I read you wrong, pretty girl… but I don't think I can fully believe it til’ I see it.”

You’re already squirming with the urge to prove yourself, stumbling over your words. “Lemme show you, Ruby, I-I can—Sam? Can I please show her?“

“Of course you can,” he rasps, warmly. Sam says it like you’d asked for something that already belongs to you, and you love love love him for it.

He opens a hand for you to take. Ruby gives you a playful little shove that sends you giggling into Sam, but you probably would’ve thrown yourself at him anyway. You let the momentum carry you onto your knees in your home between Sam’s legs, which instantly puts this blush on his face that’s just picture-worthy. Ruby takes the opportunity to saddle up next to him and give him a kiss, and you follow her lead, taking turns making Sam melt further into the bedspread. He is rarely treated to so much affection and love, so it is an important part of the blowjob process to absolutely drown him in it. At one point you’re both stroking his hair with your lip glosses all over his face, and he looks so happy your heart could burst.

“Take off your stupid belt, please,” you ask him, practically vibrating with anticipation.

Sam chuckles (nervously) and does as asked. The second his hands are clear, you and Ruby descend on him like a pit crew, tearing off his shirt and working his jeans out from under him. If you were Ruby, your hands would already be all over Sam’s sculpted chest and arms—but you’re not Ruby, so you have the special privilege of dragging Sam’s boxers down his legs and wrapping your lips around his cock. A low, happy rumble rolls out from deep in Sam’s chest, and you join him, moaning around the familiar rich taste of Sam on your tongue. He’s earthy and good and smooth, sitting perfectly in the immediate wetness of your mouth. The taste is mouth-watering, which will make the coming push and pull into a glide. Your spit drools down his shaft and makes his dick gleam. For now, you fill your cheeks with him and get comfortable, fiercely pumping what you have left to fit down your throat.

Your view of him is fucking spectacular. Sam is a long, handsome line of defined muscle and flushed, gleaming skin above you. He watches you from behind his messy bangs, lips parted for tight little gasps of pleasure. When it’s time for you to open your throat and start suckling more of him down, Sam throws his head back and fucking seethes with desire. Ruby is quick to correct him. She takes a fistful of his hair and shoves his head forward to look at you, and her timing is fucking amazing, since it’s then that you find your stride and bob your way another inch deeper. Sam actually whines . With a few more methodical, surging bobs of your head, you’re close to tasting all of him. He’s so deep that you can feel him throbbing in time with the pulse in your throat. It takes patience and enthusiasm (which you have in spades), but once you grind your nose into his base and soak up your victory, there’s no losing it—every suck after that just gets easier, until you can throat him all the way in one go.

And you do. In slow, sucking surges, you find your pace, going all the way down on him and coming all the way off—and goddammit, maybe you are better than a porn star.

You make wet, filthy suckling sounds at any opportunity and blow a few bubbles in your spit, just in case Ruby really meant what she said about you being too chicken to get dirty. Sam really, really likes it.

“Fuck,” he mewls.

“She really can take the whole thing,” Ruby hums.

It takes intense focus to keep your throat open and your jaw relaxed, but holy fucking hell does Sam make it worth it for you. He makes weak little sob-sounds at every tiny movement, laboring from head to toe for relief that you refuse to give. When he tries to throw his head back Ruby redirects him again, and you’re granted the absolute pussy-wetting visual of Sam’s dazed, half-lidded eyes glued to the place where your lips seal around his cock. His sweaty hair hangs in his eyes. He looks absolutely gorgeous. Just for Sam, you stare up at him with big wet eyes and cheeks puffy with dick and moan like rent’s due, like there’s nothing you’d rather be doing in that moment than sucking him off.

“Jesus, _____—“ Sam practically sobs. “Oh god—gonna—m’ gonna—“

Unfortunately, he’s not gonna do anything yet. You’re not selfish. Ruby helped you get here, which means it would be rude not to share. You slip off him with a dirty pop before Sam can cum, spit still rolling down your neck and chest. Feels good to be good.

“No, no, wait,” Sam gasps, pathetically, “_____, please—“

You lift your hands to cup Sam’s face, hoping to kiss it better, but Ruby intercepts you.

“Nuh-uh,” she utters, and hooks a gentle hand around the back of your neck. “I get a taste first.”

You’ve kissed Ruby before, for all sorts of reasons, but the imposing outline of her silhouette hanging over you never fails to fill you with the same taboo rush. Her vessel’s still freezing cold. Ruby balances a hand on Sam’s thigh and tilts your faces together. Behind her hair where Sam can’t see, she gives you a sweet conspiratory kiss that’s just meant for the two of you—and when you brush her hair back from her face, it becomes a show for Sam, her sucking and licking the taste of him from your mouth. You play her pliant little victim as per usual, yelping and moaning at the slightest nip. Ruby licks the spit off your chin and captures your whole being in a fierce, wet, kiss, and suddenly your underwear has poofed into smoke. You must be giggling a little too loud for her taste, because she breaks away and gives your closest arm a quick pinch.

“Ow! So mean,” you laugh.

Ruby kisses you again, and you get the sense this isn’t for Sam anymore. “You like it,” she flirts, “like being pushed around.”

“Girls,” Sam clears his throat. He complains, “Getting a little jealous here,” but his face shows the total opposite. He loves that you and Ruby like each other.

Just to remind her you’re not a total push-over, you give Ruby a few teasing pinches of your own and then flee into the safety of Sam’s side, where she can’t get you. Luckily there’s only a small streak of revenge in her eyes, and Ruby decides to save your torture for later. Sam’s on the rack. She fills up his other side, and the two of you spend the next minutes assuaging even his fake jealousy with back-and-forth kisses. Sam’s face always steams when you share him this way, and it’s easily your favorite way to torture him with Ruby. Nothing else makes him harder, and you don’t exactly blame him. Having two sexy women in your lap, fighting for your attention, taking turns kissing you, tasting the other on your lips… It sounds like something Dean would make up.

By the time you’re finished, Sam is red-faced and putty in your hands. You stroke his hair and he rolls right into the touch, wanting more, wanting you.

Ruby hides her smirk in Sam’s freckly shoulder. She asks you, “Do you think he deserves to cum?”

“Hmm. I mean, look at him, Ruby,” you scoop up Sam’s chin, “he’s so damn cute. And he looks all helpless and miserable—“

“Like a puppy begging for treats,” she agrees.

“Sam?” You stroke his face with your finger and revel in how desperate he looks. “Do you want your treat?”

Swallowing, Sam nods until his head is close to falling off. You’ve given him a minute to find his bearings, but his tank is still close to spilling. All he’ll need is a little bit more.

With this in mind, you exchange a glance with Ruby, and that’s all it takes for the two of you to slide off the bed in tandem. The second Sam realizes what you’re doing, he breaks out into the most broken stuttering you’ve ever heard. If this were anyone but Sam the two of you would be crammed shoulder-to-shoulder between his legs, but Ruby has plenty of room to link in beside you and snuggle in close to his lap. While Sam hyperventilates, you scoop him up around the base and admire him with Ruby. His cock gleams top to bottom with loads of spit, and all the wetness draws pretty highlights along the more obvious veins along the shaft. Your favorite part, without contest, is the deep pink head, which is the perfect size to hold in your mouth when he cums.

“I always forget just how big he is,” Ruby murmurs, tying her hair back.

“Big enough to share,” you beam.

Sam makes a helpless noise at this, praying that you don’t go easy on him. Like you, Ruby must understand that Sam only has so much in him left before he’s finished, because she wastes no time fucking around. There’s no way he’s surviving the two of you for more than a minute. So, no—you’re not going easy on him.

You’re a girl’s girl, so you let Ruby make the first move. She does exactly what you would’ve done if you’d been forced to watch someone else suck Sam off—she gets as much of him in her mouth as she possibly can. You’re pretty sure demons don’t need to breathe. They must not have gag-reflexes either, since Ruby swallows down all that Sam has to give in one go. She’s a total cheater, but it’s also weirdly hot. Drool pools from her full lips and her throat swells with the shape of him. You realize that that’s exactly how you must look when you’re choking on your boyfriend's cock, and make a mental note to congratulate Sam on how lucky he is to have you. Fuck.

Ruby backs up, giving you some room to slide in. You’re latching onto the side of Sam’s shaft without hesitation, right around where he’s thickest and there’s lots of warm flesh to suck. The texture and feel is almost like silicone with how hard Sam is, but there’s the unmistakable plushness of life under your mouth. You can even feel the fierce pound of his pulse against your tongue. Sam was right; you could blow him for hours like this, just licking and suckling until he’s soft and spent.

You try to pay attention to Ruby and work with her. Though she refuses to show it, she really likes you, and you hope that’s the reason why she plays fair instead of dirty. A year ago you would’ve deepthroated Sam to your heart’s content and made her fight for territory. Now, you’ve matured enough to share and so has she. You take turns sucking on him, giving a few quick bobs of your heads before popping off. Two wet, talented moving mouths have made Sam an incoherent, drooling mess, groaning and cussing between high-pitched prayers. He tries and fails to keep up with you. Sam’s hand finds your face or hair a couple times in the process, but he’s been blown so brainless that his grip only holds for a few seconds and disappears.

This time, when Ruby slips off Sam’s head to give you a turn, you don’t take it. Instead, you latch onto the side of his cock that Ruby isn’t going to town on and start licking with her. You’re pretty sure Sam’s brain melts out of his ears. She picks up on your plan, and in a few short seconds his cock is gliding happily between two eager pairs of puffy lips. With the way Sam looks down at you, you almost expect him to cum right then and there. He looks, well—he looks like two girls are slobbering all over and worshiping his dick at the same time. You’d be pretty messed up too.

“Do you want to cum all over our faces, Sam?” Ruby goads him.

Obviously you have to join in. “In our mouths, Sammy? All open and ready for you?”

This is way too much for his respectful meter to handle at once, and, like you were expecting, Sam’s mind stops working all together. He couldn’t answer you if he tried. Overloaded by all the soft wet sucking mouths on him, he collapses backwards on the bed and covers his face, gasping and moaning like his soul is being reaped.

Ruby is just as ruthless as you are, thank god. (Sam has a type). Even when Sam is basically sobbing with want, neither of you stop, intent upon chasing the big finish.

Eventually, you slide up and Ruby slides down, and while you’re tonguing the underside of the cock sealed in your mouth, she plays back and forth with Sam’s balls. The two of you must feel it at the same time. Sam’s poor spent cock starts to twitch and twitch, but Ruby never pulls away from what she’s doing—she lets you have it. She does really like you. If this were a year ago, you would’ve happily swallowed every ounce of Sam’s load. Might’ve even gloated about it like a cat with a belly full of cream, but. You do really like Ruby. Possessive of Sam as you are, this is a treasure worth sharing.

You whorl your tongue around Sam’s tip until he’s all yours, whimpering and trembling on the bed as he spurts into your mouth. His cum is always so, so warm, and if you were really opening up to your slutty side it sits like warm homey soup in your mouth. This is something you want Sam to see. You’re careful to slip off him and keep what you’ve won safe in your mouth, and with a little play-fighting, you push Ruby flat beside Sam on the mattress and sexily saddle her lap. She wiggles around with filthy excitement, but you wait until what remains of Sam’s shattered psyche drags him sideways to look at you—

—and then you spit Sam’s load into her mouth.

“…Jesus fucking christ, girls,” Sam swears. He’s been shocked back to coherency.

Ruby is an even eviler genius than she seems, and isn’t as quick to swallow as a glutton like you. Instead, she hauls you down into a few of the dirtiest, sexiest kisses you’ve ever had the pleasure of receiving, while poor Sam watches and pinches himself a couple dozen times. It’s only when you think you're genuinely gonna kill him that you stop and finally drink down your share.

“Told you,” you poke Ruby’s middle. “ Just like a pornstar.”

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[skye-huntress]

Justice League x RWBY Part 1 Reaction

I watched it other day though I took a bit longer to put this post together than I planned. Overall it was a fun watch and I am certainly interested in seeing Part 2 whenever it comes out. It didn’t feel much like a Justice League or superhero movie in general, it was much closer to watching RWBY that was just a bit different from normal. It was a bit weird to see the JL as awkward teenagers trying to adjust to the way RWBY’s world works but there were some interesting and fun interactions.

I will join many in the FNDM in saying that Jessica Cruz is a precious bean and DC should allow us to permanently adopt her in the RWBYverse. DC, you’ve got a dozen different human Green Lanterns, let us have this one! I promise she will be loved!

Let’s talk about the evil plan for a minute. It was certainly ambitious, too ambitious, in fact. Forget about how Kilg%re got trapped themselves, the simulation and the alteration of memories were clearly never going to be enough to fool Team RWBY or the Justice League. They clearly had the technical skills and powers to break out on their own, so the only real obstacle in their path to freedom was to beat Kilg%re. That said, it seems the real dangerous one is whoever from Remnant managed to contact and manipulate a supervillain from another world and what they’ll do next.

When I’m watching a superhero movie, it isn’t unusual for me to just go along with all those names. That said, the names are kind of ridiculous, especially to Huntresses who don’t do the whole double life/secret identity thing.

Somewhere, Oscar is going about his day like normal and he suddenly hears a sneeze. He looks around, sees nobody and wonders if he actually heard it or if it was his imagination.

Yes, yes, it is cute how after meeting Diana, Blake’s first instinct was to call Yang. However, I would like to point out that Weiss had no such excuse but she tried to call Ruby anyway. She hadn’t even met Bruce yet, so as far as she knew, she just found herself in Altas, realised Ruby wasn’t by her side and decided to call her instead.

Apparently not even fake Oscars are safe from violence. This is how many times he’s been slammed into a wall?

Jaune asking why they are learning kid stuff is a bit ironic considering how cluelessly undereducated he was when he first came to Beacon. Still, if the world is built off of the memories of Huntsmen who never even completed a full year at Beacon, it’s unsurprising that there isn’t much material for actual classes.

Yeah, Jaune, don’t think about Oscar’s age too much, it won’t lead anywhere helpful. Actually, everybody here is older than they actually are, especially for the Justice League since they’re all apparently adults in reality. And from Volume 10 on, we know someone else who will be permanently in that category. So really, I’m trying to not think about it too much.

It’s not uncommon for there to be something going on between Bruce and Diana, so her going to see him is not unexpected. On the other hand, as leader, Ruby feels obligated to go where she feels she is needed most and she will trust in Weiss to take care of herself until the Bees pick her up.

All the cool kids are picking to go to the forest full of monsters, leaving Jaune to be the one to volunteer to go with Jessica.

Dick move from Victor. Who is Ruby? She grew up in a world full of monsters and she dedicated most of her life learning to fight them, the same as Nora. She’s also a leader and is constantly thinking about the safety of others and her team so if there is anyone Victor should be talking to about surviving Grimm encounters, Ruby should be at the top of the list.

You know I could have told Diana that it’s a bad idea to practice flying in a tightly enclosed space

I like the conversation between Diana and the Bees. Diana relates a lot more to them and vice versa because of her similar upbringing. But it also highlights just how different Remnant is from our world or even the DC version of it. Even when Oscar was just a farmhand, he still ended up having to fight Grimm. Ren and Nora’s background is fairly common in that world. Throughout Remnant’s history, countless civilisations have risen and fallen. Atlas was the most technologically advanced and had the largest standing army and it still fell. That Vacuo might be next is a too real possibility. I see people judge the current system with the Huntsmen Academies for training “children” to fight monsters, but that is so easy for us to do when we don’t have to live in that world.

An interesting idea for Bruce to be presented with the possibility of going to Remnant where he can actually have powers that are his own.

Although their reunion was a little late, we got some good White Rose moments in this movie, including the team attack. It’s been so long since they had one just between the two of them.

Bruce really chose to arrive last so he could have his dramatic entrance. What a dork.

I don’t think I have much more to say. However, I did have one last observation. Blake mentioned something about a training mission, so whoever did all this is either in the Atlas Military, has inside connections, or somehow managed to hack into Atlas tech. Watts isn’t a likely candidate since he needed Jacques’ Council access to get into Atlas’ secure network. Plus there’s still the mystery about how whoever was able to contact a being from another world.

Perhaps there is an Atlesian scientist who was researching creating doorways to other worlds, after all the Vaults are existing proof it can be done. Whoever it was also considered the young Huntsmen their enemy. Merlot’s name was floating around, and it would make a certain sense. Otherwise, it might be someone whose toes Team RWBY stepped on since coming to Atlas. Before they showed up, Ironwood didn’t have enough people he trusted to look into any important or sensitive matters. If someone within the military was working on a secret project they wanted to keep from the General, it would have been easier to do so during that time period when he was only relying on those within his inner circle and focused on the Amity Project.

Part 2 will likely kick off with a hunt for the culprits, as well as whatever was used to connect the two worlds together. We must see the Justice League come through to Remnant for real this time, or Team RWBY will end up chasing the bad guy on their side to Earth. Either way, it should be interesting.

[ancientforgcd]

i'll make a list of things ruby is no longer allowed to do

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hue and Cry IX

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), mild violence, male-iinduced anxiety

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: The first day of the tournament arrives.

Note: My pupper had surgery yesterday and it was my longer day of work for the week so lots going on. Also had some bad Chinese but managed to get this out before it came back up. Feel better now and I'll have a shorter day today.

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Lord Barnes’ mood did not improve in the days leading up to the first of the tournament. It grew colder in the capital and many feared the events would be cut short by an early winter. You didn’t care much either way. You had no interest in the sport or much of anything. You just abided the duke and in those times he left you alone, you laid in a void.

His want of you didn’t wane nor did your despair or the disgust you felt when he touched you. It was one thing to be a servant, to be a tool, a means to an end, but what he used you for now seemed little more than torture. He delighted in what he did, in how he made you suffer. Those times you remained unmoving and unfeeling angered him the most.

You dressed in yellow that morning. The horns announced the beginning of the tournament as you made your way to the stand amid the sea of guests. The wives, daughters, sons, mothers and fathers of those who would compete. You were out of place as you climbed the wooden steps between the benches and a green sleeve shot up to wave to you.

“Dearie!” May brushed past her husband to stop you at the end of their seat, “here, with us,” she insisted, “we did save you a place.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” you said quietly. You hadn’t seen her or her family since the night of the feast. Since Barnes had…

“I can’t have you sitting alone,” she trilled as she pulled you along with her and sat beside Lord Benjamin who bowed his head and issued a gentle greeting. “And I always longed for a daughter, you know? Peter’s a good boy but so troublesome. I did try to persuade him not to enter the lists but he just never stops.”

“The boy’s old enough,” Benjamin said, “when I was his age--”

“You married me,” May cut in, “a foolish decision indeed. He is on the roster for today. Sparring. I fear he might not make it past the early rounds but so long as he is not hurt.”

You nodded and covered your hands in your sleeves. Even with the fur-trimmed cloak Barnes allotted you, it was crisp. Your matching cap barely kept the cool air from your cheeks. Your leg shook from more than the cold as you recalled that Barnes was set to compete with the sword as well.

“A fine cape,” May commented as she touched the edge of your cloak, “with sleeves even.”

You looked down at the fawn-coloured garment that only allowed a peek of the canary yellow beneath. You fidgeted and kept your eyes on the field, “a gift,” you lied, well, maybe it wasn’t a lie, or maybe you’d bought it in sweat and tears.

Another horn blew and she quieted and clapped as all looked to the center of the arena. The wooden stands were hung in all shades of silk, the banners of each house, high and low, covered the rafters. By the end of the day, only one would remain. Lord Barnes’ blue and ivory flapped opposite your side and Benjamin pointed out his family's slender red and black crest amidst the panoply.

You were thankful for the distraction, not for you but for them. You didn’t know how many lies you could conjure or if you could keep the false smile on your lips. You clamped your hands together and watched a man in gold stroll out to the centre of the stadium with a cone to project his voice. You stood with May and Benjamin and the rest of the onlookers

“Fine ladies and gentlemen, princes, paupers, and everything in between, we welcome you in name of King Samuel to the Games of Goblets. For each competition, the victor is to be prized a goblet to bear as a symbol of his prestige. For the ax-throwing, bronze inlaid with amber, for the bow-and-arrow, silver set with citrine, for the melee, gold set with sapphire, and for the joust, a fine piece in gold set with opal and ruby.”

The crowd applauded and shouted. The man waited for them to quiet again, “This day, we begin with the melee, on the morrow, the axe, the next day, the arrow, and on the final day, we ride!”

Again, the audience grew rowdy and you were deafened by the cheers. The man laughed at the excitement and held up his hand for a final lull.

“Without further delay, let us begin. In our first round, the lower lords and the untested, before the second where they shall meet our season veterans, and so on…” he gauged the fervent tension of the people, “you will see me again upon the finale and perhaps you will be surprised by whoever stands with me.”

Again, the stand quaked with the energy of the people. You would have liked to sit but you stayed on your feet, afraid to draw unwanted attention. The first pair was announced but you didn’t watch. You stared at the sky or a rippling banner but had no interest in the games.

You only stopped to look as Peter’s name was called out and May grabbed your arm. She squealed as her nephew came out decked in his used armor, beaten out from its former user’s wear, and he unsheathed his sword to face his opponent. When the handkerchief was dropped, you were as stunned as his fellow competitor and the crowd by his swiftness. You’d never seen anyone move so fast, and in at least twenty pounds of armor.

The crowd awoke from their awe and cheered as his sword beat against the other man’s suit with tinks and tunks. It was like a bell, ding, ding, ding. It wasn’t until the other man was on his knees that the spar was ceased. Peter was declared the plain winner and sent on to wait for his next engagement. May wiped away tears of joy and Benjamin grumbled his approval.

You smiled, just a little. You were happy for Peter. You’d seen how joyful he was, he was likely dancing behind the curtain right now.

🏰

It wasn’t until the second round that Lord Barnes was introduced. He walked out fully armoured like any other combatant but his left arm was permanently bent, a shield strapped to it as he gripped his pommel in his right hand. He showed his steel and faced his match. He dealt hard and heavy blows until his opponent was on his back.

You shuddered at his unboasting victory as he wasn’t even patient enough to hear himself declared the winner. You touched your cold cheeks and puffed into the bitter air. The bodies around you warmed the stands but you were chilled to the core.

Peter appeared again in the second, then the third, fourth, and to his aunt and uncle’s delight, he soldiered onto the final. To your fear, he was to meet Lord Barnes. You tried not to squirm, not to show how nervous you were for Peter. You thought of running down and begging him to withdraw but what could you say? If anything, you’d both be worse for it.

As the last two banners were presented to the crowd, you sensed movement to your right. A familiar head of blond hair approached and the tall duke pushed past the row of people along the bench. Lord Rogers smirked as he came close, his sweaty hair drooping down his forehead from his last bout, the one he’d lost to his closest friend.

“Ah, I found you,” he said, “lady.”

You felt May peek past you and you gave a meek “my lord” as he stood close. He looked around you at the older couple.

“You have friends,” he stated, “please, do introduce us.”

You looked down and chewed your lip. You turned slowly to May and Benjamin, the latter peering past her only as he was torn from his fixation on the field.

“Lord Benjamin and Lady May Parker, baron and baroness,” you rubbed your hands together nervously, “Lord Steven Rogers, duke of Astrens.”

“Oh, we’ve heard of him,” May chirped, “my lord, it is an honour.”

“Indeed,” Benjamin agreed, “my lady, you did not inform of us of your lofty friends.”

“She is modest,” Rogers intoned, “we met by chance, really, through a common acquaintance.”

“You were skillful on the field, it is a pity you were bested,” May said.

“Very pitiful, I did put some gold on you, Lord Rogers,” Benjamin added, “alas it was a fine showing.”

“Wasn’t it?” he turned to stand with his arm pressed to yours, much too close for your liking, “however this one should be intriguing.”

“It’s our boy,” Benjamin said, “and your friend, my lord.”

“Perhaps you’d take another bet?” Rogers countered.

“I’ve lost enough this day,” Benjamin snorted, “I’d rather watch and be pleasantly surprised than paupered.”

“Prudence is wise but always so boring,” Rogers mused.

As the lower of the lords, Parker was announced first and you were saved from more uncomfortable banter by the man in grey. Rogers nudged you and bent as the introductions went long as the man with cone went into detail about the day’s fights all the way to the present match.

“I did look fine out there, didn’t I?” he whispered, “good form, even if I did lose. Barnes is in a mood and we both know that makes him… unpredictable.”

You lowered your head, “my lord.”

“You are quiet since last we met,” he remarked, “perhaps your thoughts linger on how else to use your mouth?”

You squirmed and stared at the competitors as they awaited their signal. Rogers laughed and stood straight as he focused on the field in kind. He played with your sleeve and tugged your arm down. He caressed the back of your hand and stepped even closer.

“When he wins, he might just be cheerful enough to share in his celebrations, hmm?” he said under his breath.

The gold cloth was dropped and the two men circled each other, eyeing their opponent cautiously. Barnes was the first to act but was evaded by the younger man. He didn’t not falter however as he swung again. Peter rolled under the strike and met it with his own steel, batting it away so that it nearly struck its holder.

Barnes dodged that time, then the boy spun again. They danced around each other, both swift, both calculating, both determined. Steel met steel but never that which clothed the fighters. May grabbed your other wrist as she held her breath.

Barnes laid a hit across Peter’s chestplate that made him stagger but he turned it into another lithe evasion. He snaked around the higher lord and hammered his false arm. The shield cracked in half and Peter ducked again.

Barnes was angry as he stabbed out. His blade was shoved away again and Peter jumped over the foot that tried to trip him up, a true achievement in armor.

You realised as Barnes laid a flurry of blows at the air that he was angry. The crowd silenced as the realisation fell over them and they watched as time seemed to slow. The duke was losing and he was enraged.

Peter jabbed the other man’s chest plated with his sword then hit his true arm. The sword bobbled in Barnes’ grip but he regained his hold on it. Too slow as Parker struck over and over, throwing him off balance, and sweeping him off his feet with a low lunge.

As Barnes clattered onto his back, the breath went out of him and every other person in the stadium. The man in grey shook away his shock and finally stepped forward.

“Our victor!” he grabbed Peter’s arm and raised it, “the Lord Parker!”

May hopped up and down and hugged her husband. Steve tutted and shook his head. Your eyes clung to Barnes as he sat up, forgotten in the dirt. His left arm was stuck at an angle away from his body and he reached up to force it back down.

Peter offered him his hand and was ignored. Barnes sheathed his sword and offered a curt bow before he exited. Rogers’ hand crawled up your arm and he gripped you. “Well, looks like we both will suffer his loss.”

For once, he spoke the truth.

[azucarian]

NEFELIBATA - Takuya Birthday Special

Masterlist No content/trigger warning. Extreme fluff <3

Takuya had grown upset at the possibility of his birthday being forgotten; especially considering his two childhood friends hadn't even raised so much as a 'happy birthday' to him. It's not like he particularly expected a gift - although it definitely would be nice. Tapping his pencil against the desk, he frowned - (Name) was the most attentive person he knew and even she had forgotten? Maybe he failed in making it known beforehand. At this point, he just wanted to go home and curl up into a ball with the birthday cake his mother had baked him.

Now that he thought about it, Makoto had an obsession with the western zodiacs - he always looked on those weird 'zodiac luckiness' websites. Cancer, that's what Takuya's zodiac was - the zodiac of the crab. His 'aligned' personality was about him being loving and full of emotions - but also moody, suspicious and overprotective. He was not moody, he'd like to believe. The thought made him grumpy-

Ah, wait, that'd be right then.

He mentally groaned as the bell signalling the end of the day sounded, and his phone let out the identifiable ping to tell him he'd received a message. Flipping his phone up, (Name)'s contact popped up.

(NAME)-CHAN Mizo Middle headin' out early - we'll see you later Taku-chan! Byebye!

So they had truly forgotten. Takuya felt himself visibly deflate; there goes his final slither of hope. He shrugged, at least he had all of that cake to himself. He began his journey home; the train ride being oddly silent - usually the group of them would rambunctiously play whilst (Name), Akkun and himself would stare judgingly. Until (Name) got annoyed with all the stares from the elderly people and try to beat them up. For someone who didn't fight, Takuya could admit that the girl punched way too hard.

Coming home to an empty house was normal; his parents worked long jobs to provide for them (he actually appreciated their evening absences because of Kiyomasa and his gang, but he no longer feared any of that). But it felt much more empty as he slipped his shoes off- Wait, those definitely were not his shoes.

Sloppily hidden amongst the eco-friendly tote bags, five pairs of shoes were stacked. Four pairs of messy trainers, and one pair of remotely looked after converses. He nearly laughed - so they were here. A surprise birthday party, he guessed. The idiot trio must've gotten side tracked and, in a hurry, (Name) or Akkun shoved the shoes to the side and threw the totes over them.

Takuya guessed he'd humour them after all their effort. Slipping his indoor slides onto his feet and hanging his bag up on the door, he slowly made his way to the living room - and, upon entering the dark room, the lights suddenly flicked on and the distinct sound of party poppers filled his ears (and kind of scaring him, admittedly).

"Happy birthday!" The collective cheer of each person brought a grin to his face; regardless of the under-planned surprise element, he couldn't contain his smile at the sight. Kazushi, Makoto and Takemichi each had several party hats decorating their heads - almost as if they were trying to imitate a crown. Akkun was off to the side with a bright grin and a party popper in his hand. (Name), however, wasn't in sight.

He was about to open his mouth to ask where she was when someone jumped onto his back, arms around his neck "Happy birthday, Taku-chan!" The familiarly cheery voice made him laugh, and he softly thanked them all. The girl of the group eagerly dragged him towards their paper cut out of a birthday cake laid out on the table, surrounded by gifts.

Takuya slowly opened each of them.

From Akkun, a new controller for his gaming console - the boy explaining it as a 'new' method for everyone to play together, instead of taking turns with one controller. He appreciated it, and smiled softly before gently placing it back in the box (promising that he'd play with Atsushi first and foremost).From Makoto, a porn magazine - he slightly sneered at the gift, and the dumb(est) boy began to whine and cry about how 'Takuya didn't like his gift'. Even (Name) sneered and appropriately smacked Makoto on the back of the head with an apologetic smile towards Takuya. The blonde just shook his head and thanked the boy reluctantly (he had definitely thought more of himself instead of Takuya - but it was funny regardless, both Kazushi and Takemichi seemed to think so, too).From Kazushi, a bunch of notebooks, pens and pencils - explaining it to him as a new hobby to pick up. According to him, Takuya looked like the 'artsy poet' type (admittedly, he couldn't help but agree). He tested the glittery gel pens on one of the note books and grinned - they were extremely pretty, perfect for exam note-taking too. He placed them to the side delicately and expressed his gratitude.

He couldn't help but side-eye Takemichi and (Name). Takemichi was someone who would buy an extremely expensively thoughtful gift - it always made him feel guilty for weeks after, because the determined blonde would never allow Takuya to repay him. And (Name)… he visibly sweated. She had no taste in gift giving, and her gift was probably going to be worse than Makoto's - appropriate, but worse. They all exchanged knowing glances as the girl turned around to push Takemichi's gift towards him.

Takemichi had gotten a choker chain; and, as expected, it looked expensive. On the front, 'TAKUYA' was written in cursive with two ruby colored stones either side - if he remembered ride, a ruby was his birthstone. He almost verbally awed, but, instead, opted for hugging Takemichi tightly with an over-the-top thank you. The bleached blonde looked very happy at Takuya's joy."It's time for my gift now, right?" (Name) cheerily reminded, pushing a large box forward "Don't be surprised; I asked for your parents permission too." What? Takuya rose an eyebrow. Parents permission? Whatever it was, the other four didn't seem to know either - they looked just as confused.

She raced out of the room for a few moments before returning with her head poked around the door, hiding her arms behind the door frame "Don't freak out, we have to be quiet." They all nodded "Promise?"

"Promise." They all quietly spoke, and Takuya could feel himself get slightly giddy. Whatever this was, he was excited - and he hoped he wasn't disappointed (he wouldn't be, regardless, because he'd get to jokingly bully her for a bad gift for the rest of her life). She slowly turned and walked in, and the bundle in her arms nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.

The cutest puppy was excitedly wagging its tail in her grip, adoringly staring at its new friends jovially. (Name) crouched down and softly placed it against the floor, and they all watched as it clumsily stumbled towards the closest human - Takuya himself. Pressing its wet nose against his arm, its little butt wiggled with the force of its tail.

"How- wha- I don't know how to react-" For the first time in a while, the group watched as an awe-stricken and very visibly shocked Takuya brought the puppy into his arms. (Name) laughed and slid to the floor beside him, gently patting the puppy.

"I spoke to your parents the other day before school about it; they said it'd probably do you good, especially with summer break comin' up. Keep you company, and you can go on walks with her." She explained whilst watching as the other four crowded round, each taking a turn at stroking the soft puppy.

"How the hell did you get her here?" Akkun questioned. It made all of them wonder; yeah, how? She had been with them all day, so how on Earth had she gotten a puppy to Takuya's house without them realising?

(Name) snorted "I asked Mikey-chan and Ken-kun to bring her; they put her in your room, in one of those play pens. Cute little thing was fast asleep but woke up straight away when hearing the door open. She was so excited." Takuya was so in love with this adorable creature that had found its new home in his arms "She ain't got a name, so that's up to you." He lit up, and the group laughed at his expression.

"Rocky." The name sent embarrassment into (Name)'s system, as she profusely rejected the name - completely being ignored by a cackling Takuya.

"Huh, what's so bad about Rocky? Rocky-chan is so cute!" Kazushi protested.

"It's Rocky because the last time me and (Name) hung out alone together, she fell into the river because of the rocks." The laughter from everyone was enough to make (Name) hide her face in her hands, muttering a 'I hate you' endearingly under her breath.

With his new friend and playmate in his hands, Takuya could wholeheartedly say... THIS WAS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER.

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HAPPY TAKUYA DAY!! Honestly, as a character, Takuya grew on me progressively - I didn’t like him much when I first started but he definitely got my heart </3 He’s so pretty and sweet (totally didn't mistake him for Mikey at the beginning lmao) ~

A proper update will come out over the weekend - I’m currently looking for work so interviews have been taking up a lot of time. I promise it’ll be out tomorrow/over the weekend! I love you all!

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Notes on SU Commentary Tracks

I watched the commentary tracks on the Complete Steven Universe DVD Set and I took some nerd notes.

The episodes with commentary tracks are “Reunited,” “Change Your Mind,” and “The Future.”

I’ll bold stuff that was maybe bigger news or more surprising for easier reading. And yes, some of this was already known from podcasts, other Q&As, or interviews, but I listed it if they said it again here.

Read on after the jump to read these and other highlights:

Steven’s original wedding speech

Older ideas on dialogue for Lapis when she came back to the beach

Scrapped concepts for the scene that ultimately included Steven communicating with the others in a mindscape

Discussions of earlier concepts for White Diamond having a power to “freeze” Gems into statues to make them perfect and having a gallery of them on Homeworld

Pink Pearl’s original fate

The translation of the writing on Obsidian’s sword

The origin of Pink Steven’s design

What Rebecca did to pitch the “SHE’S GONE” scene

Earlier plans to include Shep in “Change Your Mind”

An unused concept of how Steven feels about Biggs

The inspiration for the Heaven and Earth Beetles’ healed design

How Volleyball/Pink Pearl was almost a mini-villain

Discussion of how they did not get to share the origin of the Diamonds

Jasper’s scrapped participation in the movie

“Reunited” - 

Commentary with Rebecca Sugar, Ben Levin, Matt Burnett, Hilary Florido, Joe Johnston, Ian Jones-Quartey, and Kat Morris.

In 2015, an episode idea called “If You Love Yourself So Much” was discussed but rejected. It included some early ideas that ended up getting incorporated into “Reunited,” most notably Garnet marrying herself and putting rings on both hands.

The idea of the Cluster arm wrestling was planned for a long time. A scrapped idea of Steven banging his fist on a vending machine to get some Chaaaaps was supposed to visually parallel some of that scene, but it was axed.

When they got pushback on the wedding idea, they kept adding more and more “high entertainment value” items like a big musical number so the episode would be absolutely unmissable and appealing to everyone.

The song at the beginning of the episode was meant to check in with the entire cast and sort of remind you they exist and what their state of mind is going into the wedding.

Ian made a comment joking about “All 15 people in Beach City” being in the audience.

Just about everyone on the Crew touched this episode, despite that there are four main storyboarders credited for “Reunited.”

In 2016 Ian Jones-Quartey proposed marriage to Rebecca Sugar. They felt like the characters based on them (Sapphire and Ruby) HAD to get married in the show now because otherwise it wouldn’t be honest. But then their characters got married before they did.

They really love the idea of having characters get married who have known each other for a really long time, versus the fairy tale trope of movies ending with weddings between people who have met very recently.

Steven’s speech as officiator at the wedding used to be longer in its first draft--it was described as being weird and full of jokes, and there would have been a scene with Pearl getting weepy and pulling tissues out of her pearl.

Ian mentions loving a joke Jeff came up with having Greg play one chord to make Steven fall asleep--it’s sort of a “dream” chord you hear in cartoons a lot before a dream sequence.

The Crew discussed what it might be like if someone had never seen the show before and started with this episode.

Ian really wanted Steven’s psychic powers to figure into the episode.

Blue using a sadness wave to attack the Gems was a very old idea they’d planned for a long time. So was Lapis’s arrival.

There was a discussion of having Lisa Hannigan performing her lines as Blue VERY early in the morning.

Ian was happy the sword got broken because it was so momentous but it was just a sword. And later appeared on a shelf in the house as an artifact.

Miki had drawn a torn dress for Garnet at one point so she could be shown fighting and moving around more accurately, and this led to a long discussion of whether Gem clothing can even actually get torn the way human clothes can. They concluded that no, it shouldn’t be torn, so they backed up and gave Garnet an open-front dress from the beginning so the fighting version would make more sense.

Lapis originally might have had a longer speech upon arriving back on the beach. They eventually decided to just have her say “Hey.”

The barn falling on Blue Diamond was an intentional Wizard of Oz reference.

They point out that Steven even once said “drop the barn on the beach” (in a previous episode, “Can’t Go Back,” which was also a Miki episode).

Destroying the house was a big deal, and they always thought they’d end up doing it but backed away from it until “Reunited.” They almost even did it back in “Coach Steven”! But it just ended up with a little damage to the porch.

The Crew thinks Miki is really good at drawing ensemble shots.

Rebecca was always overwhelmed whenever she got to have Patti LuPone record for Yellow.

Originally the giant figures of everyone’s statue bodies in the mindscape were too dark and had to be revamped so they could be seen.

An earlier idea of Steven’s “psychic-ghost-situation” had him as a ghost actually trying to interact with the other characters during fighting action, but it was pulled back to this mindscape so there wouldn’t be as much confusing action to keep track of and more focus on what Steven was doing to encourage his teammates and contact the Diamonds.

Hilary was glad not to have to block out a fight.

Ian mentions loving having Bismuth back in the group.

They originally wanted the “Diamonds sensing Pink’s energy” plot to happen when Steven was in the palace somehow, but everything got moved to this scene--which the Crew all agrees turned out incredible, like how cool it was to have Steven essentially reminding each character why they fight and summing up their whole arc in a sentence.

“Change Your Mind”

Commentary with Rebecca Sugar, Ben Levin, Matt Burnett, Hilary Florido, Joe Johnston, Ian Jones-Quartey, and Kat Morris.

They like to refer to this episode as “The movie before the movie.”

They loved incorporating “princess tropes” into Steven’s time on Homeworld, which is why there were so many references to “mice” (well, Pebbles) making clothes, being locked in a tower, being reminded of his manners, loving animals and freeing imprisoned pets, etc. 

Deedee did the voice of the rainbow worm pet. She apparently didn’t find it memorable and was surprised when she was reminded she did the voice.

Rebecca was super excited for the confrontation with Blue.

There was some discussion of how Steven would have died of starvation if he didn’t have someone practical like Connie to remember to bring food.

They love working with the huge scale the Diamonds present.

The Crew always wanted to put someone in Blue’s hair loop. Originally they wanted Blue to tuck Greg in there when she kidnapped him, but they didn’t end up being able to do any hair-loop-carrying until this episode.

The Crew bantered back and forth about what the heck those Pebbles’ names were and how hard it was to track them.

They agreed that Paul draws the best Yellow Diamond, which makes sense since he also drew the first episode with Yellow (and her stink face). 

The scene where Yellow asks Blue to stop using her powers on her and then realizing she’s crying on her own was one of Rebecca’s favorite scenes to get to finally.

Steven Sugar thought Gems would spend a lot of time in their own chambers/rooms just not really doing much of anything unless they had to fulfill their purpose.

Some of the Homeworld ideas were based on a Soviet artist’s concepts, Boris Artzybasheff, and also many ideas were inspired by Busby Berkeley regarding how people were objects and furniture.

The mech was an old idea. Once they had the hand ship from “Jailbreak,” they knew there had to be bodies somewhere.

They focused a lot about what could be the coolest and funniest way for something to happen. The concept of the yellow and blue spaceship arms appearing out of the sky to smack the White Diamond mech around was one of those.

Rebecca really wanted things to look more and more cartoony and bizarre as you get deeper into Homeworld.

They spent a very long time trying to decide on characters’ new outfits.

The trash can lid is said to be a reference to “a flying bear cartoon” and they dance around speaking a direct reference because they’re not sure they’re allowed to say its name.

In discussing the powers of the Diamonds, there were debates on what White’s power would be; with Yellow being physicality-based and Blue being emotion-based, they thought White as identity-based made the most sense.

Different ways to express this were played with before settling on the idea that she thinks she’s perfect and others’ colors make them less like her and less perfect. But then she becomes a hostage to her own beliefs about herself because if she does anything that reflects on everyone else, so it’s best to do nothing.

They had some cool earlier ideas of White’s powers making statues out of other Gems and having a gallery full of frozen Gems, frozen by White to make them perfect.

They also weren’t sure what fate befell the original Pink Pearl and discussed whether she might have been destroyed. 

Rebecca discussed how creepy it was to have White Pearl speaking in Christine’s voice and not Deedee’s--that we should find it fundamentally disturbing at this point.

Tom Herpich came up with the crack on White Pearl’s face.

In real life, pink diamonds aren’t understood as well as yellows and blues. It’s more known what makes a diamond yellow or blue, and some of those facts Rebecca researched were originally woven into the speech White gave about their “impurities.” But it turned out to be too dry and most of it got cut.

Rebecca loves having Lapis with pants and sandals for easier cosplay.

Ian had to draw the scene where Steven is falling and fusing with inert characters--he wasn’t able to properly explain it to Rebecca so she had him draw it.

They really wanted Rainbow Quartz 2.0 to have a scarf, but they couldn’t figure out how to get that into Pearl’s design. They miss the scarf.

It was really important to have these Fusions display call-forwards of the Gems’ new outfits which we hadn’t yet seen.

Rebecca points out that Sunstone’s design breaks a design rule and she feels like Sunstone should have Garnet’s pant leg colors on their legs, but at the same time she understands the rule of cool and likes it like this.

It’s discussed how none of Steven’s fusion weapons are exclusively offensive weapons either.

Rebecca still really wants a suction cup Sunstone toy.

Sunstone’s ability to transcend reality and break the fourth wall was a joke that exploded in the discussion room among the Crew. As soon as the idea was pitched everyone kept coming up with ideas. Sardonyx’s fourth-wall-breaking is more snarky, but Sunstone’s is helpful.

Rebecca was disappointed that the rule about Steven’s clothes wasn’t always followed with having his clothes appear on Obsidian’s hand, but she was delighted that you could see them in one scene.

They spent a lot of discussion time on making sure Steven-Obsidian was different somehow from Rose-Obsidian. The hair is different.

Old versions of Obsidian were drawn with wrapped-together Twizzlers legs, which sort of is reflected in the present design.

The sword had been planned forever--and it first appeared in “Bubble Buddies.”

Miki worked on the Ninja Turtles show so Rebecca was really excited to see her depictions of Bismuth and Sunstone.

An early plan to have Obsidian draw the sword from their mouth was complicated because fusion weapons should be combinations, so they finally reached the solution of having them combine to make the hilt, then get the blade out of Obsidian’s mouth.

The blade of the sword is thought to say “We’ll always save the day,” but you’d have to ask Steven Sugar.

Another really old idea was climbing into the White Diamond mech eye.

Rebecca was disappointed that some of the merch made of White Diamond did not feature her cape sparkles.

There were many debates early on about where Rose might “actually” be. There were tons of references to this fundamental question throughout the show--introducing Lapis as a Gem trapped in an object, having Pearl ponder pulling Steven’s Gem out as a baby, straight-up wondering what would happen to him in “Bubbled” when Eyeball was trying to take his Gem, etc. They all decided Rose was definitely gone but that the idea of her possibly being inside him should be on his mind a lot, leading to disturbing images like dreaming about coughing up her hair.

Yellow Diamond and Blue Diamond both challenged Steven about things he was very confident about, but White’s question of his identity got to him because he in fact is not confident about that.

The black and white eeriness of the fuzzy background and the other characters having their colors washed out helped make the scene in White Diamond’s head so disturbing and creepy.

The split screen showing Steven’s two perspectives was exciting to Rebecca, and was a pretty old idea. And she points out it sort of “breaks the show.”

The Gem Steven, Pink Steven, was represented by a slightly modified version of his model sheet. Everyone laughed when they saw what was getting used.

They decided that an earlier idea of Pink Steven looking angry should be replaced by an emotionless version of him. All the emotion should be with Organic Steven.

In the pitch meeting for this episode, Rebecca herself screamed “SHE’S GONE!!” and shocked the hell out of everyone. She pointed out how no one expected this of her because she’s pretty quiet, but she just wanted to shock everyone the way Steven would in the show.

They point out this is the first appearance of the geometric shield that got so much use in Future.

The fact that Steven is Steven is the ultimate reveal of the show. Usually in fantasy shows there’s some other kind of revelation, but Steven just being amazingly human and amazingly Gem and amazingly himself is wonderful here.

They like having the pilot reference with “What’s your excuse?”

If Rose had somehow still been alive in him, all of this would have been cheapened.

Ian loves that you can faintly hear Sadie’s concert from way out in space as the camera approaches Earth.

They got a lot more use out of the Beach-A-Palooza stage than they thought they would when it had to be designed for “Steven and the Stevens.” There was a joke about how at one of the conventions a real Beach-A-Palooza stage was constructed and they had a thought about how oh good, it’s getting reused.

Sadie having green hair in the finale was a late change but they liked showing her progression. 

They had originally kicked around the idea of Sadie already having her new partner Shep at this point, but decided to develop that in Future instead.

They compare White Diamond’s stepping gingerly into the fountain to skeptically getting into a public pool.

Some silliness they didn’t get to use was that Biggs would be “beloved by everyone” except Steven. They never got to cover it, but originally Steven was just going to not really understand why everyone loves her so much and doesn’t personally much care for her.

The Heaven and Earth Beetles are based on the Mothra Ladies.

The healed Gems’ horns are supposed to be side effects of the corruption that they continue to bear in the present.

Larimar and Orange Spodumene ended up different in the ending scene than they became in Future. Many of the designs were retroactively pulled into this scene after being designed for the movie.

Rebecca wrote “Change Your Mind” as a personal song to express her feelings surrounding her fight for the wedding.

“The Future”

Commentary with Rebecca Sugar, Kat Morris, Alonso Ramirez Ramos, Hilary Florido, Joe Johnston, and Ian Jones-Quartey.

The animatic for this episode ran SO long--they’re supposed to be just over 11 minutes but this one was 17 minutes.

Steven’s calisthenics routine, a callback to “Future Vision,” was on the chopping block to make the episode shorter but Rebecca wouldn’t allow it to be cut because she wanted to show that Steven’s been taking care of himself.

They were very excited to get a chance to cover some of the things in Future that they couldn’t squeeze into the original show, like the unbubbled Rose Quartzes, Volleyball, etc.

The new writers on the show also helped bring forward the idea of Steven finally making some of his OWN mistakes to fix.

This also helped construct the idea of Steven essentially being the “final boss” of his own battle.

Usually stories that involve someone being in a fight and winning don’t explore the effect just being in a fight has on a person, regardless of whether you won. 

Rebecca really wanted to play Ocarina of Time after beating it so she could go back to all the places and see how people were doing. She wanted this epilogue series to explore that a little too.

Little Homeschool is sort of a Tiny Toons reference--older cartoons teach younger cartoons how to be cartoons, and this is Gems teaching other Gems how to be Gems on Earth. 

Lamar came up with the silly joke about receiving that art set with all the different media types in it--the one artists are always getting from a well-meaning relative at holiday time.

A scrapped plot idea involved Volleyball/Pink Pearl as a sort of “mini-villain,” with a focus on her activating the un-activated Pearls.

There’s discussion of how victimization turns people into villains sometimes. But since showing that happening with Volleyball wouldn’t have served the interests of Steven’s arc, they couldn’t fit it in.

There was also a “very specific” Gem origin and Diamond origin story that’s quasi-religious in nature--it’s very cool and complicated. But they do not tell us what it is.

Ian and Joe both really wanted to have Jasper living alone in the woods and stacking rocks. They’re glad they got this series to do that with her.

There was originally an idea for a B-plot involving Jasper in the movie. They don’t discuss the specifics.

There were many ideas they didn’t get to work on because they would have started new arcs and Future was not about kicking new plots into gear.

“Mr. Universe” was the last episode they wrote/finished.

Miki really wanted to include a kiss between Connie and Steven to show their relationship was okay. Among the Crew everyone knew their relationship was basically eternal but Miki wanted to make sure WE knew that.

Steven driving conveyed momentum for Future; in the original show, we always came back to the laundry hand, back to home, but in Future that’s changed and home isn’t what it was. 

They were really excited that a gourd family made it to the crowd scene in Future.

Thanks for reading!

Note: The movie had some commentary tracks too, but the one on this DVD set is the same as the one released on the original standalone movie DVD, so I did not outline it here. Here is my post about the DVD commentary from the movie.

[remsmoonlight]

— title : sweeter than candy

— word count : 3k words

— pairing : daryl dixon x reader

— summary : daryl is good at keeping things buried, but when the thought of words left unsaid do you both realise you have both been thinking the same thing about the other. 

— warnings : mentions injuries, mentions of death

“ hi!! OMGG I came across your account and I’m obsessed with your writing!! I was wondering if you could write a Daryl Dixon x Reader following candy coated promises. Where Daryl has developed feelings for reader and following an errand run she gets injured and has to stay in bed. And Daryl find out! If that makes sense! Thank you!!! “

           ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   requests are open ! / requested by anon *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

A deep desperation of yearning to be useful has led you to forget the risks involved in the interminable list of things that wish to cause you harm and are able to on such an intense scale. Luck had been on your side for so long, the illusion of life’s greatest ally refusing eluding your group for this long has proved itself to be just that — nothing more than an illusion. Once the burning of fear had dulled to nothing more than a dim ache, all you now feel is the one wound that does not run red yet pours into your veins as if it does. Stupidity. You’d volunteered yourself to go on a run with a small group, you’d spent enough time before the barbed wire fences, that you felt yourself becoming trapped.

A deep regret that would follow you even in death would be if any of your group would, too, meet their chapter’s end too soon by an immense error made on your part.

One thing that lays dormant in your mind, yet unable to completely fade is the fear of becoming too settled in safety. Spending too much time wrapped in a blanket of comfort that provides refuge from the grit the outside world revels in only hands you a vulnerability unsuitable for a reality submerged in death that roams freely. You don’t want to forget how to survive, you’ve come too far for that.

Part of that is how you have ended up being put to bedrest.

Your brain is yet to sort through and file the fleeting images that blend together into one disorientating image instead of a folder of what had occurred picture by picture. In one instance the group and yourself had been rummaging through the shelves that still contained some stock and the next, you’re rushing Maggie out of the way and pushing over shelves onto a growing horde of walkers. Though in the next second, your heart fell a thousand feet below as you lost your balance from the liquid coating the floor from where they’d tumbled and smashed to the floor, with the shards of glass forming a bewitching hazard.

“ your ankle still givin’ you trouble? “

The voice pulls you out of your thoughts, your sight settling on Maggie.

“ I don’t know if that hurts more or if these scratches do. “ You complain, your fingers lightly tug at the bandages that cover the fresh wounds that coat both of your palms, you take note of a number of loose fibres from the material.

“ Glass’ll do that to ‘ya. “ She chuckles, slowly moving into the room. She grabs a chair from the metal desk on the side and moves it next to your bed. “ I never got a chance to say thanks. “

“ You don’t have to worry about it. “ you refuse, shaking your head in turn.

“ I feel it’s my fault you’re like this. “

“ If we’re going to blame anyone, let’s blame my eyesight. I should have seen that wet patch. I should have been more careful. “ Frustration that burns bright in your reply as you turn away from her. Perhaps you’d spent too much time concealed from the harsh reality that constantly claws at you all as it takes refuge in a thick coat of a hauntingly isolating fog as it waits to drag you down with it further into the depths.

Mistakes are synonymous with fatalities now, one moment you’re on top of the world and in the next you can be in a free fall clutching the thin air as if it should be your saviour. Never have moments been promised, and this fact has never shone clearer than when the dead claimed the Earth for itself in an effort to void it of life wholly.

“ Hey, don’t be too hard on yourself. “ Maggie brings a hand forward to squeeze your shoulder momentarily, a comforting smile packaged with it easing some of the self loathing you could feel weaving itself into your being.

“ I don’t have much to do in here by myself, I have to keep myself entertained somehow. “

“ Well, I got an idea.. “ She trails off, a mischievous grin lifting her lips.

“ Maggie.. “ You utter a strict warning, already knowing where the conversation is about to lead.

She pauses for a second, laughter bouncing from grimy wall to grimy wall as she reacts to your cautionary tone, the light in her eyes bursting with the power of a thousand stars as it illuminates her features. Gratitude for the fleeting moments of rare normalcy that reflects a past occurrence in the old world runs deep, for a fraction of a second you can pretend you’re simply two friends joking about something goofy and foolish. For a minute, you’re not sheltering in a decrepit prison as you run from walkers, it’s a perfectly average afternoon.

“ You can’t tell me you don’t realise the way he looks your way now? I know you’ve been lookin’.. “

“ Okay, I think I'm tired now. “ You huff, shifting your body as to your ability with your injured ankle to face the wall that has an array of stains permanently painted into its surface.

Maggie only laughs in response, the sounds of steps dulling into nothing more than a ghost of an echo that informs you of her departure. Her words have pulled a string you’d not wished to pay attention to until it would be absolutely necessary. Needless to say that as much as you’d tried to bury the budding seeds of affection into the dirt, they’d only bloomed in force into a sea of colour with the evidence left to coat your fingertips for everyone to see.

Never had it been your intention to entertain this idea, when anything positive you’ve managed to seize with both hands can be ripped away so unexpectedly that you are left to nurse the empty space left behind of what once had been, grieving the idea of what could have been. However, there’s a dim curiosity that softly grows in size that envelopes around you, compelling a desire to reacquaint yourself with a human intimacy that fell to the back of the queue as the instinct to survive overwhelmed it. You don’t want to fear living, you don’t want to fear connecting to others on a deeper level, but you can’t help but simply.. be afraid.

Had you been in a different reality where the world continued on as normal, you would have probably fallen under his spell sooner.

Only after that one night you’d spent on watch together after he’d gone out of his way to bring you such a simple gift illuminated him in a way that your sight would often lean towards him. Many times you would find yourself analysing his actions on a deeper level, a coy warmth burying itself in the pit of your stomach when realising he’d included you in his thought process. From the chocolate bar, to you being the first person he’d check on if you needed anything before heading out on a run, to even the simple act of being there just to talk when life felt rough. A shape of one Daryl Dixon had been carved out by the man before either of you had realised.

A thunderous groan erupts from your lips as you turn onto your back to stare at the bunk on top with the realisation hitting you like a train threatening not to stop. You completely adore the Dixon.

About an hour away from the Prison Daryl secures the last of the rabbits caught, they swing side to side with each of his calculated movements. All Daryl finds himself wanting to do is to get back to the Prison, unable to push down the inclination of being back to the comfort the life behind those metal fences bring. It’s been a long day and all he’s interested in is getting back to those he holds dear.

That thought is when a fleeting frame of your face crosses his mind. Though he speaks not of which he truly wishes to share, the time you do spend together is something he cherishes more than a billionaire would with all of the money and rubies in the world if they had them in the palm of their hands. The darker side of him, the side that would always listen to those who preferred to taint his waters with their gloom, doesn’t allow the emotions constantly swirling within him to be touched by the burning sun rays as they are laid bare.

Heavy breaths fall without grace from his chest as he’s let through the gates, the stony expressions etched deeply into Carol’s features. No words need to be uttered to know it’s to do with you, Daryl doesn’t even allow a thought before he’s making his way on a path he has walked a thousand times and will walk a thousand times more. Creaks that echo in the darkening corridors that are not lit by the comforting flames of candles, the prison sounding as if it’s more in pain than it appears — still, he pays no care. His only goal is to check on you, he’d be unable to forgive himself if anything were to happen to you and he’d never be able to see you one last time. His brain conjures a number of horrific scenarios and tainted pictures to accompany them as it runs wild in a sea of dread.

The crossbow that had been secured in Daryl’s grip is lowered gently to the ground as he scans your form, a grateful sigh when he sees the slow movement of breathing.

He lowers himself into the chair next to your bed, trying to pinpoint the moment he’d stopped gazing upon your form as a friend to replace it with an aura of starlight — no longer did he see the colour of your eyes, but galaxies full of life and wonderment. Daryl allows himself a few seconds to chase each other by as he considers his next action, though deep down he’s aware his decision had already been chosen, as he threads his fingertips into yours to allow your warmth to comfort the panic that had been raging at the thought of your demise. His thumb traces a circle that is light enough to keep you tucked away in a slumber and as a comfort technique for him, where his mind allows him the time to placate himself.

Before he’s aware of it, the sky blends into itself once more as the pastel hues paint it with dashes of gold from the sun as dawn breaks and he’s hunched over with your hands still connected as one — the position held the entire night. Nothing can be heard in the confined space except a symphony of soft breathing from you both, the serenity only the early hours in which no one is awake brings comfort to the sleeping forms of you and Daryl.

A lengthy yawn escapes your lips as your eyes fight to open as they blink heavily to adjust to the light that invades as much as it can. The weight of something lying comfortably in your hands confuses you, as you distinctly remember there had been no pressure previously, the image before you washes your entire body with the icy grip of shock as you scan the trail leading from the hand within yours to the person it belongs to. Teeth grip your bottom lip as you bite it, attempting to battle away a smile that wishes to break free, you can’t believe the sense of humour that the universe has. Not an inch is moved by any part of your body, you seek to savour the intensity that such a simple action bears, your eyes positively glowing in adoration as a softer side to the man is revealed. Moments like these are few and far between, it leaves you wanting to bottle it up and pocket it forever.

A squeak of displeasure cuts through the serenity the early hours have worked so hard to cultivate as you inch your injured ankle to the side, clearly different positions prove to be the opposite of beneficial. The noise is enough to wake Daryl, his sudden alertness makes you doubt whether he’d truly been in a deep rest, but it’s the least of your worries as he realises he spent the night with his grip connected to yours. The warmth that brought a grounding comfort to your being now is a phantom touch you crave again once an eerily coolness now surrounds your empty palm.

“ ‘M sorry ‘bout that. “

“ There’s nothing to apologise for, Daryl. It was nice. “ You confess, your volume touches the air with a softness of a feather that descends to below in an elegant waltz.

“ Mhm. “ He turns his gaze to the floor, a thumb is chewed upon lightly as he’s wondering what he should say next. “ ‘Was worried about ‘ya as soon as I got back. “

“ Yeah, things just kinda happened. “

“ ‘Ya gotta watch y’self more out there. “ He scolds you with a light scorch of misplaced anger that almost lays eternally with him, a wave of anxiety at the thought of losing you are twins in a realm of horror he never wants to bear witness to.

“ I know, Daryl. “

Poisonous words full of fire and fury born out of dread of your existence in his life being cut short itch to burn your indifference to the situation. As he settles his gaze upon you, all he can see are the stolen moments you both have shared away from the group, where the person he’d created in his head built without even speaking to had been smashed into shards the more he got to know — you’re a fresh breath of peace in an unstable world that thrives on chaos. Quiet moments where all he can hear are the flickering embers of the fire are the memories he finds himself kicking for, all that lost time to never be recovered due to his preconceived notions.

“ Do ‘ya? “ Daryl shakes his head in frustration, his soul a pot of swirling emotions and thoughts blinding him to the point he can’t see straight. “ I can’t lose ‘ya. “

His voice is so low you barely hear it, your brows thread together in the slightest form as they’re unused to the window of Daryl’s vulnerability being so widely open.

“ You won’t. “ A faint twitch of your lips means well, you try to comfort the man. Your touch is delicate as your palm overlaps his with warmth.

“ Y’can’t promise that. “

“ But I can try! “ You argue lightly, a bounce in your response.

“ Forget it. “ Daryl sighs harshly, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the thoughts that run circles around his mind.

“ Daryl! Wait. “ Your voice falls on deaf ears as he’s already halfway towards the exit of the room, for a moment you forget your injury and a burning sensation flies with boundless wings up your protesting muscles and you land in a heap on the floor. The bandages do nothing to cushion your fall, you cry out in pain from the intensity of the throbbing plaguing your body.

“ Why can’t ‘ya be careful!? Damn it. “

Before you know it, Daryl is level with you as you feel his touch grazing your skin — ensuring you’d not injured yourself further. Guilt pools in his stomach at the thought of your current suffering being his fault, his ire now directs itself brightly towards him.

“ Dar — what’s going on? Why are you acting like this? “ You quiz as your expression contorts into a grimace. You’d not seen him behave like this for what feels like a long century, even more so when directed towards you.

“ Like what?! Huh? “

“ You’re being crazy! “ You state, your finger jabs into his chest.

“ Ain’t it obvious? “ Daryl asks suddenly.

Your head shakes, confusion clouds your features as if it’s an angry storm that has waited long enough for the calm — nothing can be seen through the darkened skies. All you want is for the sunny rays of truth to shed light upon this mess.

“ ‘Ya mean more to me than you should. “

“ Daryl? Do.. do you — ? “

He nods suddenly, unable to hear the words out loud no matter how true they ring, because as real as it is. There would be no taking it back then. Your lips purse as a sad smile lifts itself with no help from you, your heart hurting as you realise this could have been avoided entirely since you both appear to be on the same page. You acknowledge the fact that actions would speak louder than words in this scenario, your fingertips brush through darkened strands of hair as if they play a sheet of music with the aging competence of a commanding pianist. This is one of many songs your mind finds itself conjuring, a burning hope of this forging something more between you. It’s not long before your arms are wrapped around his neck, with Daryl unable to believe the scene in which he finds himself in, you’re a sky full of stars that he finds himself wanting to get lost in.

“ We can take this one step at a time, yeah? “ You question softly, not wanting to be witness to the fleeting images of a set of angel wings.

He agrees silently, a warmth spreads outwards from your cheeks and treks outwards to cover your completely. The moment is sweet, as it concludes with a honeyed kiss on his tanned cheek. In one frame you both are thinking the same thing, just how lucky you are to have fought through your fears of living and given in to taking the plunge into unchartered waters that Maggie and Glenn have already found themselves navigating.

In a world full of the dead, you both agree that to love shouldn’t be a reason to cower and hide.

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HarryWeen: Home Edition

Based Off Of This Ask 

And This One

This One Too

A/N: Spooky szn has come to an end...but it’s going out with a bang. This bitch right here is hot as fuck and y’all have been waiting for this one. My 🐱is quaking and yours will be too once you’re done reading it...hopefully😭. Enjoy🙃

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The day you’d been anticipating for the past month and a half was here. It was finally Halloween! Since you two and everyone else in the world were living in the midst of a pandemic, you made sure to put forth the effort to really enjoy this Halloween to the fullest. Harry’s “Harryween” show was canceled because of it, and you couldn’t go out to Halloween parties because it wasn’t safe at all. So with all of that in mind, there was only one option left; the two of you could have your own little party at home. Which is exactly what you were planning on doing. And since you and Harry loved role playing, it was kind of a given that you two would go out for this holiday in particular. Mainly you though. You started preparing and planning in the middle of September. You went down you guys’ role play list and you scoured the internet until you found the perfect idea for yours and Harry’s costumes. When you started searching for costumes for yourself, hoping that you’d find some type of inspiration, you stumbled across the perfect red riding hood outfit. So naturally, you were already planning for you to take over the red riding hood role, and for Harry to take over being the big bad wolf. And once you figured that out, the entire process of picking and choosing things for your costumes went smoothly. Once you placed your orders, all you had to do then was wait in anticipation.

Fast forward to today and you were finally going to put on your costume that you only took a quick peek at when they arrived in the mail and get Halloween started. Now you decided to give Harry a bit of a surprise and not tell him what you had planned for costumes. All you told him was that he was going to love it and to just put on whatever you laid out for him. While you did the absolute most with your red riding hood get up, you didn’t do so much for Harry’s werewolf costume. You didn’t want it to be crazy extra or over the top, that was your job. You just wanted him to be hot. And since he already had that down, you pretty much picked what he was wearing from his closet except for little more specific things. You on the other hand were going all in with your costume. You thought of just about everything when making your purchases. For starters, you found the most perfect red riding hood costume out there. The red, white, and black dress hit right above the middle of your thighs and it rose even higher in the back which was perfect. The dress itself had everything you wanted and was amazingly detailed. The entire dress was satin with a very low and frilly top half, a corset in the middle with a monochrome floral pattern lining the sides to cinch your waist a bit, and the skirt portion had a little bit of a layered effect which allowed for there to be a sea of ruffles underneath to help billow the skirt out a bit and add a touch of innocence to the not so innocent look. To make this look even better, you threw in a couple more items. You couldn’t be little red riding hood without the infamous red cape, so you found the perfect hooded cape that tied in the front and went all the way down to the floor. You also threw in a pair of white thigh highs with black satin bows on the upper bands, a shiny new princess plug with ruby red jewel heart on top (you couldn’t have too many of those), and a lacy little red g string to tie everything underneath together. And to get a real idea of how perfect everything was, the g string was so small that your pussy was barely staying in, and your ass had practically swallowed up the little string in the back. You were so glad that Harry was going to rip it off later on. To round out the entire look, you bought a cute little basket to give it all a little bit more innocence and a pair of long stain gloves. You pulled your patent leather heels from the closet and you did something really simple and cute with the hair and makeup to really drive Harry crazy.

Once you were all done putting the pieces together, tightening and pulling things things into their proper places, and creating this look, you couldn’t believe your eyes. You were completely taken aback at how good you looked and you couldn’t wait to get an even stronger reaction from Harry once you showed him. Since you were keeping the whole surprise thing going, you laid everything out for him in the room next to yours so that you could get dressed separately and do a little reveal before taking some pictures. You do a final once over of yourself before grabbing your phone and the little things you got to round out Harry’s costume and heading over into the next room. As if he could just sense your presence, Harry’s head quickly lifts up from his phone and brings his undivided attention onto you.

“Holy shit!” He gawks, quickly moving himself to the foot of the bed so that he could get a better look at you.

“You like?” You ask, quickly sitting the items in your hands down onto the bed do that you can pull the cape away from the back and do a little twirl for him.

“You look amazing.” He whispers dumbfoundedly. There were no words to describe what was going through Harry’s head. From the moment he laid his eyes on you, his mind was flooded with the filthy things he wanted to do to you. He was also excited to role-play with you a bit. He never really thought about doing little red riding hood and the big bad wolf but he was very happy that you did because this was crazy hot.

“I’m glad you like it.” You reply happily, coming in closer to him.

“M’just trying to figure out why my costume is so simple.” He asks amusedly, pulling you closer between his legs.

“I didn’t want it to be costumey, I just wanted it to be hot. And the tattered red plaid and ripped blue denim was the only werewolf costume inspo I could find.” You say simply, moving yourself onto him so that you’re straddling his thigh. “Plus I didn’t want to be scared while you’re fucking me. But I did buy you some fangs and one of those werewolf  mask things.” You continue, reaching over to grab the two items.

“I think I’ll stick to the fangs.” He chooses, taking the fangs from your hand.

“Can you just wear it for one picture please?” You ask sweetly, sitting the mask down wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Fine, but only if you let me do anything I want to you tonight.” Harry bargains, bringing his hands down to your thighs.

“Of course daddy.” You readily agree.

“Good. Now as much as I like having those tits in my face, we should probably head downstairs because the longer you’re on me like this, the harder it’s going to be to get those pictures you want.”

“Then let’s go.” You reply, bringing your feet back to the floor before standing up in front of him. You then proceed to waste no time grabbing your things from the bed, pulling Harry up as well and walking you both out of the room.

Now it was time to set everything up. You wanted perfect photos so you took out the tripod and clicker so that the photos could be perfect and so that this process could be hurried along to the fun stuff. After finally positioning the camera in a way that has the best lighting that flatters you both, and figuring out the cameras timer, you and Harry take some pictures of the both of you in your costumes. You were able to get some photos of just yourself, some cute coupely photos that you were definitely going to post on Instagram, the one picture of Harry in the mask, and you also got some that were definitely going into your archive of more nsfw photos. When you took the cape off to get some pictures of the actual outfit, Harry’s hands were all over you. When the final second markers flashed across the phone screen, Harry’d spring into action and do something inappropriate. In one of the photos, he randomly pulls you up into his arms, squeezing his hands into the flesh of your ass, and lightly sinking his teeth into your neck. Another time, he stood behind you and just as the time began to wind down, he reached around you to push his hand up the front of your skirt to cup your barely covers pussy and used the other to cup one of your breasts all while keeping you tight against him with his face in your neck. Every time he did this your pussy got wetter and you got more excited for what was going to happen a little later. Luckily for you, a little later wasn’t going to be that much later. When you bend down to undo your heels after you two were done taking pictures, you gave Harry a full view of what was going on underneath your dress. Your fleshy thighs and ass spread perfectly so that he could see the princess plug and the practically nonexistent panties you had on. Seeing that on top of being teased for what was going on an hour was more than just getting to him. Harry was fired up and he couldn’t take it any longer. So once your shoes were completely off and you were no longer using the wall for support, he quickly pushes you against it, leaving no space between you two. And before he even says a word to you, Harry brings one of his hands up to wrap around your throat and he moves the other down and up your skirt to toy at the plug that was pushed into you.

“’Now we’re gonna play a little game. I’m gonna let you run away, and you better be prepared for me to catch you.” Harry growls into your ear, tightening his grip on your throat. In that moment, he just wanted to fuck his cock into you and just pound you right into the wall. You managed to look like a sweet innocent girl and a filthy slut at the same time. Harry could barely wrap his head around it all. The only thing he knew was that he was definitely going to have some fun with you tonight. “Understand?” He asks, keeping his grip on your throat. You could barely form a word because of his tight grip on you so the only response you gave him was a pitiful nod yes and a whimper, causing him to let go of you completely. “Now run.” He growls, moving back to let you go and get a little head start. And once he does, you’re off. You didn’t even pay attention to where you were going you just went. Your entire body was on fire from his authoritativeness and you wanted him to make a mess out of you. Like no breaks, just back to back pounding and licking into you. You started off in the living room and you made it to the kitchen  and the hallway leading to the laundry room. Before you could even decide which way to turn, Harry has his arms tightly around you and is dragging you both over to the kitchen island where he turns you around and hoists you up onto the cool surface. His hand goes back around your throat, he pulls your forward, and leans in to close the gap between his mouth and your ear. “I caught you.” He whispers cynically before pushing your upper body down against the counter.

He then pulls you a little closer to the edge so that he could easily fuck into you before pushing the bottom of your dress up to reveal your skimpy panties.  When he sees the tiny string completely enveloped by your puffy and wet cunt, Harry can feel his cock instantly twitch in his pants. Your cunt was so plushy and puffy on the outside, (as well as inside) so seeing the thin strip pushing in between your lips was definitely a sight he’d never get out of his mind.

“Aww, was little red not able to find panties to fit her pussy?” He asks condescendingly with a smirk spread across his face before snapping the flimsy fabric off of you. When he lifts it up to inspect, he can see the darker spots where you drenched them with your juices. So since your mouth hung open because of his grip on your throat, Harry simply lowers the panties down into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself while he fucks you. He then uses his free hand to swiftly undo his pants and release his cock from his pants. Instead of giving himself a couple tugs, he pushes his hard cock right into you. As he pushes in, your toes are curling as tight as they possibly can. His large cock pushing you apart felt so good. Even the grip on your throat felt good. As he enters into you, you could hear his moans and growls as his cock is enveloped with your pussy. “Fuck! Such a good cunt.” He groans, pushing in the rest of the way before beginning his thrusts. He quickly shoves his hips back and forth against you, thrusting his cock in and out of your cunt. You felt like you were floating; his hand was around your throat and he was fucking you hard against the counter. You couldn’t believe how bad you needed him to pound into you like this. He was relentless with his thrusts and didn’t stop pounding into you or circling his thumb around your clit. It was like he was addicted to fucking your walls. Once he pushes in, he just can’t stop. He loved the way you let out the most pathetic whimpers as he enjoyed your spongy walls around his cock.

As he continues to thrust into you, you can feel your sweet spot deep inside you beginning to warm up in the pit of your stomach. The way he continuously thrusted into you and circled his thumb around your clit was absolutely insane. He had you right in the edge of your release, and you couldn’t wait to fall right over into it. While you were clenching around him and squirming in his grip, Harry too was feeling his release bubbling up inside of him. He could feel your walls tightening with every thrust he made and he could also feel you becoming wetter and warmer as he continued on which meant that he was on the edge as well.

“Should the big bad wolf let you cum?” He grunts, loosening the grip on your throat and slowing down his hips to deliver deep and sharp thrusts into your cunt.

“Please!” You beg. You felt like you were about to explode.

“Cum!” He grunts loudly, slamming into you once more and holding himself right against you as he emptied himself into you for the first time of the night. And as he lets go, so do you. Your walls rapidly contract around him as you just let go around as well. After he’s completely done riding the wave of his release, Harry pulls his cock out of you and bends down towards your cunt. Your legs were limply spread against the counter so he takes this opportunity to just dig right in. He opens his mouth wide and goes right into licking into your freshly fucked pussy. Since you were still recovering from your first release, you were extremely sensitive. So having his mouth on you so soon was definitely a shock. Your hands went straight to his hair in an attempt to push him away a bit.

“Oh my-Fuck!” You whine out feeling his tongue go deeper despite your pushes. When you continue pushing at his head and squirming, Harry pulls away from your cunt and stand up to tower over you. He then reaches out and cups your throat again, only this time, he pushes down to pin your head back against the counter.

“When i eat you out, don’t fucking run away from me. Don’t push my head away. Run, Im pulling your ass back. Touch me, i growl at your ass. Do not disturb me when I’m eating.” He snarls, making sure to get his point across to you. “Was gonna make you cum again, but since you obviously don’t deserve it, you’re gonna make me cum instead.” He continues, releasing his grip from you and pulling you down from the countertop. “Now on your knees.” He instructs.

“Yes daddy.” You reply submissively, quickly dropping down to your knees in front of him.

“Open.” He further instructs, wrapping his hand around his cock that was still hard. He couldn’t get enough of you. When your mouth is parted wide, Harry steps a bit closer to you before pushing his entire length into your open mouth. As he travels past your tongue and down your throat, you gag a little and you try to rest your hands against his thighs to stop him but he quickly slaps them away. “Stop trying to fight me. A little girl like you shouldn’t be playing with wolves like me.” He growls, nudging at your throat a bit to get you to gag around him again which causes him to chuckle a bit. He holds himself there for a few more seconds before pulling out of your mouth and letting you catch a breath. When you’re all caught up, you go in to take him back inside but he steps back a little, causing you to crawl forward a bit. “That’s it little girl, crawl for daddy’s cock.” He taunts, watching you inch closer on your hands and knees with every step he takes.

Once you’re full on crawling, Harry’s losing his mind. You look like a complete fiend for his cock as you continue to follow him. He could just imagine how wet your cunt was as you followed his cock. To make it even worse, your ample cleavage was spilling right out of your dress. They were just calling out to him to grab them in his hands and just squeeze and play with them. As you crawled, Harry continued on making little remarks about how much of a cockslut you were for him and how pretty you looked on your knees. Meanwhile, your focus was directly on the hard and glistening cock right in front of you. You just wanted to feel him in your mouth again. After a little more crawling, the two of you make it back to the living room where it all began. He manages to move you both around so that you’re in between the side of the couch, and his towering body. Without waiting much longer, Harry grabs the back of your neck and he pulls you forward and back onto his cock.  He wraps a hand in your hair and begins to thrust in and out of your mouth, listening to your moans and gags aground him. Your mouth and throat felt impeccable around his cock. Again, you were warm and wet which was all he could ever ask for when it came to your mouth. Because he was tugging at his cock as he lured you back into the living room, Harry was pretty worked up by now. This meant that he was really close to letting go again. And just as he does, Harry pulls his cock from your throat so that he could be right on your tongue and flood your mouth with his cum.

“Fuck!” He growls loudly, keeping his grip on your hair tight as he lets go. Spurt after spurt he floods your mouth with his thick cum. He came so much that it began to drip out of the corner of your mouth. Right now you were starting to wish you hadn’t tried to push his head away. Once he calms himself down a bit from his release, he pulls his cock from your mouth, unwraps his hand from your hair, and grabs you by your forearm to lift you up from the floor. You looked so pretty with your watery eyes and cum on your face that he couldn’t help but go one more time.

Without warning, Harry quickly lifts you up into his arms and rushes you both upstairs to the bedroom. Once inside, he drops you onto the bed and quickly removes every piece of clothing on his body along with the before moving onto you. He pulls at the strings at the front of your dress to loosen it from your body beef pulling it off and tossing it behind him. He pulls the gloves from your hands as well and leaves the stockings on because why not and then crawls onto the bed. Then he pulls your hips up and positions himself behind you so that he’s nudging at your entrance.

“Please daddy!” You whine out to him, pushing back in his direction, trying to sink his cock into you. You really wanted to  feel his cock and cum again.

After watching you beg and move around a little bit more, Harry finally gives in and pushes into you. It felt so good, you herein need of a second release and you were finally going to get it. As he quickly thrusts himself in and out of you, Harry decides to play with your second hole a bit. Continuing his thrusts, he wraps his fingers around the top of the plug and he slowly pulls it out of you. He watches as your hole seizes back up and listens to your desperate moans get louder because he’s done this. He then spits down onto your hole and pushes the tip of the plug around there area to spread it.

“Oh my god!” You scream, feeling him go even deeper.

“Feeling good babygirl?” He asks nonchalantly through his own pants and moans, keeping his attention on teasing your second hole and watching the flesh of your ass move in synch with his thrusts.

“So good. M’gonna cum.” You slur, as you feel yourself becoming lightheaded from the massive release that was fast approaching.

“Wanna cum on daddy’s cock?” He asks, pushing the plug back into you in the process and continuing to thrust into you.

“Please” Whine softly. When Harry hears you respond in that way, he can tell that you’re about to have a really big release. So he pulls himself out of you and in one swift motion your flipped onto your back with Harry between your legs. He wastes no time pushing back into you and slamming in as hard and as fast as he can go. As he does, he can see that your eyes are watery and rolled back, and you have a little bit of drool forming in the corner of your mouth.

“You look so pretty getting fucked stupid babydoll, milking my cock for all I have, such a good girl.” He praises, slamming down onto you and feeling his third and definitely final release creeping up on him. “Daddy loves his stupid little girl.” He hums shakily, feeling himself nearing the edge as well.  When his thrusts become staggered, Harry realizes that he can’t hold it anymore. “Now be a good girl and cum with daddy.” He grunts, stilling himself inside of you for the final time of the night and emptying whatever drops of cum are left in his body. And while he lets go, so do you. But yours is much more intense. Your body is full on quaking as you not only let go but also squirt all over him. The fact that he was hitting that sweet spot over and over again and the fact that you were desperately in need of a second release catapulted you right over the edge and into a powerful release.

Once he’s completely done, Harry collapses right onto the bed next to you. The both of you were deep into your post orgasm comas and you were going to be there for a good while too. There was just a lot for your bodies and minds to process.

Maybe being stuck inside for Halloween wasn’t so bad after all.

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Steven Universe Changed my Life

So, I've often alluded to my friends that the series Steven Universe literally changed, & arguably saved, my life. I've never gone into the full story, though, merely passing mentions & anecdotes.

It's time for the full story.

Allow me to take you back to the year 2016. It almost feels hard to believe that was 6 years ago now. Let me introduce you to a 14 year old boy by the name of Keller. A young man who had been losing his way in the world, or at least that's what he thought.

I don't wish to bring up anything that might harm anyone, yet I do need to allude to 2016's news cycle, as it also is essential to this story. That was the first year he truly paid attention to the news, & all he saw was anger, hatred, & bigotry. At a point just two years prior, he might have, even passively, agreed with the xenophobic vitriol being spewed.

However, he was entering his phase of rebellion, & seeing the hatred come from an authority figure, & knowing that some of his family members agreed with it caused something to snap within him. He needed an outlet, a release; one which didn't come until early July of that same year.

Sadly, he did still feel some hatred from his teenage sense of superiority, primarily directed towards children's cartoons. As such, Keller ate up Worst Modern Cartoon Lists, but would occasionally watch a Best Cartoon List. That, my friends, is where he found something entirely different to what he had known, yet still similar enough. A musical action cartoon called Steven Universe.

The first thing he watched from the series was Stronger Than You, unfortunately ruining the Garnet reveal, yet he was happy to have seen that first, because it introduced him to something new: the idea of, not even a healthy one, but just a same-sex relationship within media, & that changed his world.

As a minor tangent, Keller had been raised a Christian in a homophobic household, yet had been drifting from his religion, due the unfortunate connection that is easily made between homophobic & transphobic sentiment & Christianity. This was the same year he renounced his religion, but that is a much longer story, one for another day.

Ruby & Sapphire, a lesbian couple, being shown in such a healthy manner, was unique to him at that point, having not seen The Legend of Korra at the time.

From this, something clicked in his mind: "Maybe, should this be a healthy portrayal, could that be the norm for all gay couples?" He found the answer to be Yes.

Rubipphire, however, wasn't the biggest revelation for him, however. That, my friends, would be Stevonnie.

Stevonnie was a true anomaly to him at this point: A fusion of a boy & a girl? What could even come of this? An identity new to him: Non-binary.

The idea of using "They" as a neutral pronoun was something he had been doing subconsciously already, but, learning about Stevonnie & non-binary people in general, convinced him that perhaps They was easier to default to.

While her confirmation would come much later, Peridot being Asexual was an excellent revelation for him as well.

At the time that all of this was happening, Keller was slowly losing his hope & love for humanity, yet this series, this one simple series, was what he attributed to him keeping that last sliver of hope.

And then, we have the episode that aired the same day he started watching, July 19th: Mr. Greg. For further context, Keller had been raised on Veggietales, Phineas & Ferb, & Disney films, all musicals. Mr. Greg was the full musical episode, & included what is, even now, her favorite song of the series, It's Over (Isn't it?).

Deedee Magno Hall's vocal performance was unlike anything that had been featured in the series up to that point, & it blew that young man out of the water. Even more so, it was a song of lost love, regret, & tragedy, sung by another lesbian character.

The young man was deep into the theory crafting side of the fandom, always wondering what the next fusion would be, who the next villain would be. One that was objectively wrong, yet one I still find funny, was the idea of Amethyst turning against the Crystal Gems.

Additionally, Steven Universe was one of the few things that made him cry. A series full of emotional moments, with dangerously relatable characters, & a young man going through hormonal mood swings is a surefire equation for tears. Even now, some of those moments still make her tear up. Most notably, Amethyst's breakdown in On The Run.

However, the next moment to truly stick would not come until July 6th, 2019. The final minute of the original series, the final song, Change Your Mind. While something I struggle with, even now, that song's message of self-love is beautiful to me.

Sadly, no revelations would come due to the movie or Future, yet he still enjoyed them greatly.

This is very long & rambly, & for that I apologize. I just wanted to talk about the main reason why this series means so much to me. It guided me through a time in my life where I was without a map, my old one having been torn to scraps.

I know I praised the music several times, but I don't think I can say enough good about it. aivi & surasshu & Rebecca Sugar all did amazing work. I cannot saw how often I get some of the songs stuck in my head, & I always smile, because they remind me of my first steps on my journey to who I am now, & who I will be tomorrow.

As a final aside, what an irony that Stevonnie was the first character I recognized as non-binary, & 2.5 years later, I started self identifying as non-binary. Of course, I used He/They at that point, yet that, too, is a story for another day.

I had planned to put this out on the 19th, yet I finished it in the course of a single night. Perhaps I neglected some things, &, in such case, edits will be made, lol.

Thank you for reading my mini-essay. May you take pleasure in your own journey.

Blessed Be, Paige. 💖💖