#and then the darker of those two went in extra as the ‘main’

[femme-enby]

Tbh my hair ain’t turn out bad.

Got an odd little patch- as is the norm for me I fear- that didn’t quite get truly saturated but I’m tellin myself that despite bein at the front it ain’t that noticeable.

Not the “soaked in blood” red I was goin for, but I think it’s a decent “blood red” (so, while the goal was basically ‘showered in blood’ w that “wet dark” vibe, instead I got ‘is blood’ in the sense of just… color picked blood. If that makes sense??) which is close enough for an attempt w the wrong “main” color (gotta read shit more carefully)

Downside is- I smell like fuckin cherries w a hint of strawberry, mint, & then a tiny bit of general ‘fruity’ if you sniff real hard.

[mad-mendo]

Noah Diaz x Fem Reader

Twitter / X p links

https://x.com/nsfwfk/status/1806530454155034873?t=pc7vNwl5z97TMl2zZ690pA&s=19

Word Count:

Cw: Sex, panties, perversions, semi-public?

Synopsis:Noah couldn't help himself. He took a swipe at you, despite the fact that his little brother was sleeping behind the wall.While playing with his panties, Noah doesn't know how to keep his request to the end.

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/meloarto-me/711663130250477568/masterlist?source=share

Sorry for the errors English is not my language. The box is still open.

Poor you, it was evening and you and Noah were taking care of Kris. Mrs. Diaz went to the night shift again and was not due until the next afternoon. After watching movies until 10 pm, the youngster was forced to sleep. Otherwise, Kris wouldn't have gone.

Noah went to take a quick shower and you made sure the main door was locked. You don't want to come into contact with a thief.

Fortunately for you, you were already washed; all you had to do was change into your pajamas. And that's what you were going to do.

You went into your boyfriend's room and closed the window, the darker the better. You lit a small bedside lamp near the bed (you bought it yourself). You started to dress up.

You dressed yourself in an oversized sweatshirt with the logo of your favorite band. And cute white panties. More was not needed for the moment, it was already warm enough. Y/N lay down on his bed and yawned tiredly of the day.

You closed your eyes and lay down in Noah's comfortable bed, before you knew it you had fallen asleep.You were awakened by the feeling of someone's lips on your neck.You groaned involuntarily.

-Noah stop ~-

You muttered sleepily. You knew it was him, he often woke you up like that. An irritating bastard.

-I can't love ~-

He replied sucking that one sensitive spot on your neck.

You muttered while catching his curly and water-wet hair. Those wet curls suggested that he had just stepped out of the shower.

That is, you didn't sleep long.

-I needs you.- He added in a low voice.

He stepped back and looked into your eyes pleadingly. How could you refuse him? It was impossible.

-The young man is next to you.-

You pointed to the wall next to him.You pointed to the wall next to him. She didn't want Kris to know what was going on here. It would be a hell of arenal.

-You will have to be quiet Y/N~.-

He whispered over your skin. Noah moved away from you and walked to the door of the room. He closed and locked it. Lest his brother sometimes walk in on you unexpectedly.Noah came back to you with a sly smile.You could watch his water-wet body in awe, his hips girded with a white towel.

God!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

You shouted in the spirit. God, but he was hot! Your body began to warm up.-Where did I end up?

It came back to you and grabbed the bottom of your blouse. She looked at you and waited for confirmation of what he wanted to do.

And continued to be a gentleman.You nodded and Noah immediately took off his clothes.He bit the lower lip of his mouth and leaned in to make raspberries on your breasts.

Perfidious bastard.

He also provided them with extra licking and sucking. But he no longer had the patience for it.

You were catching quick breaths and trying to keep quiet, but with him it was difficult to accomplish this task.

Noah kissed your lower abdomen and lifted his head to look at you with a smilingm.

-God I love how you make that face.-

He purred into your skin.He lowered himself down and kissed your core through your panties.

Diaz passionately kissed and licked your lower lips while watching your rapidly changing facial expressions.You couldn't be quiet so you bit two fingers. A poor attempt to keep quiet. Only Noah could exert such a feeling on you. And the bastard knew it.Noah as he saw that you were on the verge of orgasm moved away and stood over your lying and shaking body.

-You are going to kill me one day .... -

He spoke in a hoarse voice full of desire.From under his towel protruded a tent that was not hard to miss.-Go on then.She grabbed the towel and threw it off him on the floor of the room.He patted your thigh signaling you to move up the bed.

And you did as he instructed.You lay back and finally looked at his ,,friend, A blush covered your face and you hid your face in your hands. Always when you saw him caused cramps inside.

It continued to be just as big and unabashedly beautiful. Precum was already dripping from its furiously pink tip.You muttered something behind your hand, something he didn't understand.

-Repeat it...-

Noah ordered while kissing your collarbone.You spread your hands uncertainly and repeated the sentence.-Please don't get inside me...

I'm too sensitive and I'll...Scream.-

You muttered embarrassed looking at the ceiling of the room....Noah didn't quite understand your request, but he was going to grant it.He moved down and with one hand grabbed your panties which were soaked. He moved them to the side. And he held them there admiring the soaked and swollen hole.

-This is all for me darling? How adorable.-

He purred in his sexy voice.You kept your legs wide open, propped up on your hands to see what he was going to do.Noah caught his penis in his hand and moved his hand over it for a while. More pre cum came out of his boil.

Noah smiled and moved your panties more to the side. He attached his cock to your cunt and started rubbing hard.Sending waves of pleasure into your body, your mucus allowed mu to move with ease.

You watched the whole show with fascination, your legs twitching from time to time, Noah also looked with fascination at the work beneath him, He was damn near tempted to thrust into you, to feel those plush warm, tight walls on his cock, but he held back for now.

Slippery sounds reverberated around the room, your breathing quickened and you began to curse under your breath.

The orgasm was going to come sooner than you expected.Meanwhile, Noah could no longer fight his need to feel that pip.Continuing to hold his cock in his hand, he guided it into your entrance, pushing the tip inside.You panted surprised at the feeling, and the boy above you wanted more.

Diaz continued to slide his cock across your pussy.He looked into your eyes and gasped. He desires to be inside you, no. He needs to be inside you. Now!With a harder thrust he entered you, making you scream and quickly cover your mouth with your hand.His thrusts became faster and stronger, pounding into you like a jackhammer.He pushed your panties further away from you.Clamping your legs against him, Noah already knew you were on the verge of orgasm.

He made one last hard thrust into you and left with a moan of disappointment.Wanting to end up inside you was the tempting thought, but you hadn't yet had the prescribed anticompression, and he didn't want to be a daddy yet.

The thumb from the hand that held your panties rubbed your bump, causing a powerful orgasm.You squealed into your hands, your legs trembled and your body bent over.

Noah jerked as he watched this hot performance, reached down with a gasp on your pussy and belly.

Diaz laughed and covered his cum with your panties.He moved over and hugged you close. you moaned tiredly.With fatigue you openedoopened your eyes.-

I need to wash... again.-.

[quillpokebiology]

You mentioned a couple of times Bisharp and Gallade pair well, do you have any facts or pic on this crossbreed? :0

Yup! Here is one with a Bisharp father!

Pokemon Crossbreeds: Knight

Knight is the name for members of the Gardevoir line whose father's were members of the Bisharp line. The breed was named after their more armored and knight-like appearance. They've been bred by humans for a long time, as both Bisharp and Gardevoir have been by humans for centuries.

Ralts

Knight Ralts gain larger and sharper horns, a split-colored head that has a slightly metallic texture, and a mark on their chest that resembles a chest-plate. Due to the larger and sharper horn, these ralts are able to pick up on emotions easier, which can be overwhelming for them. These ralts are more defensive and aggressive than standard ralts.

Kirlia

Knight Kirlia no longer have flaps of skin resembling a skirt, instead, having fat wrap around their legs which look like pants. They have broader shoulders, sharper horns, and a darker stomach resembling a chestplate. It still follows the defensiveness and aggression of Bisharp, and they are often seen leading packs of Knight Ralts.

Gardevoir

My personal favorite of this line. Knight Gardevoir gain a sharp horn on their head, a green top, green gloves, and a bit longer hair. Knight Gardevoir have been loved for centuries for their mastery over battle and their more serious and knowing disposition. They lead groups of Knight Ralts and Kirlia. Some ancient kings in Galar had a Knight Gardevoir. Mega Knight Gardevoir gain long hair and longer ears, resembling Kingambit more than regular Knight Gardevoir.

Gallade

Knight Gallade gain the crest of Bisharp, border shoulders, extra blades on their arms, and larger hips. Not much changes behaviour wise, as Gallade are already aggressive and noble pokemon, but many battlers love this breed for their extra blades and extra defense. Mega Knight Gallade gain longer ears and a black cape, resembling the hair of Kingambit.

//My designs can be used by anyone if you credit me! Talking about designs under the cut

I had the idea for this crossbreed but I put it in the back of my mind bcuz there was always something new ig.

Ralts was pretty easy to design. It's hair already looks like a helmet, so I just made it look more like Pawniard's helmet. Was gonna leave the helmet primary colored, but then I went hack and gave it two color to match Pawniard's more.

Kirlia was more difficult bcuz it and Bisharp don't have much in common, so I instead just made it more serious looking and gave it the traits I could; like feet, hands, shoulders, and a chestplate.

I traced an old Gardevoir crossbreed I made bcuz I prefer the one I made over the canon one (for tracing at least. Also, its called Chantelaines Gardevoir!). But my main goal was to make it look a bit like those Warrior queens you see. For both Gardevoir and Gallade, I primarily used Bisharp as inspo because it felt right, but I did put Kingambit in there top (the sword mustache becoming long ears, the triangle shaped shoulders, and the markings on the shoulders).

I gave Mega Gardevoir longer hair to match Kingambit's. I also traced an older piece, which was traced from canon, but I just used it for the small edits I made when I made it.

Gallade was nice, and lowkey inspired by Roman Gladiators. Random fact, but did you know gladiators rarely ever killed? It was like wrestling back then, so it would be expensive to have them die, and extreme violence in Gladiator fights was frowned on. There were some cases where murder in gladiator fights were encouraged, but not as many as you'd think. Anyways! I was so happy to fix Gallade's hip wheel bcuz while Gallade may be one of my fav pokemon and I think the hip wheel is a furled up dress, I can still find it weird.

Not much changes with mega gallade, and I kept the OG color scheme. Though, the cap was hard to color since I kept swapping from blue to green to black. Eventually I decided on black to match with Kingambit's hair since it already didn't have a lot of Kingambit traits.

[joelalorian]

Fall Into Me - Chapter Seven: I'll Catch You Darlin'

dbf!Joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.

Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.

Word Count: 3.9k

Chapter Warnings: Explicit, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. Lots of feelings, unprotected p in v, flirting, dads being dads. Two idiots falling in love. Joel is his own warning. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname used only by her dad and Joel uses various terms of endearment (darlin', sweetheart, etc.).

Thank you so much to everyone who reads this self-indulgent story and extra thanks to those who comment and/or reblog - you all make me feel like a rock star!

Dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

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Chapter Six | Main Masterlist

Moonlight peeked through the gap in the dark curtains, beams of soft light dancing across your face. Blinking your eyes open, you glanced around the room, momentarily uncertain where you were. Even in the pre-dawn light, the walls were noticeably darker than your room, furniture a rich mahogany, the bedding a deep blue. The spot in the bed beside you was empty but warm, and it jogged your memory.

You were in Joel’s room, in his bed.

You slept with Joel last night… but, no, wait. You didn’t, you know, sleep with him, though you wanted to and now wished you had.

The two of you made a mess of each other on the couch – you still couldn’t believe you made Joel come in his pants. You’d never done such a thing and it was so fucking hot! Even hotter was the fact that he wasn’t even embarrassed about it. Instead, he let you know how much of an effect you had on him, murmuring affectionate words in your ear. Afterwards, you both cleaned up, Joel loaning you a pair of boxer briefs and joggers to replace your soaked jeans and panties, and finally sat down to watch a movie and order pizza. It was a perfect Sunday date night in. When Sarah and Tommy returned, they joined you for a bit, Sarah cuddled into your left side as you cuddled into Joel on your right. Somehow, after Sarah went to bed and Tommy left, you ended up in Joel’s bed, the dark sheets covering you as he held you in his broad arms. Too tired for anything more, you fell asleep.

It was the best night of sleep you had in your entire life.

Glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand, you sighed. Too early to rise, you huddled under the covers wondering where Joel went off to. Just then, the bathroom door creaked open, and Joel emerged, climbing back into bed next to you. His arms encased you in the warmth of his body and you hummed happily, placing soft kisses on his chest.

“Mmm, what are you doin’ awake, darlin’,” he murmured, nuzzling his nose in your hair.

“Dunno,” you replied, fingertips dancing along his arms and over his shoulders. Joel pulled you closer still and, with a tilt of your head, you pressed a kiss to his pouty lips, the scruff of his beard and mustache tickling your skin.

Just being in his arms, in his bed, caused a wave of arousal to pool in your lower belly. Thinking of last night on the couch, your hips pressed forward without conscious thought from your brain and your lower belly brushed against the swelling length of Joel’s cock.

“Is someone feelin’ a lil’ needy?” Joel asked, voice thick and velvety, as one hand wandered down the length of your back to squeeze at the plumpness of your ass.

“Always need you, Joel,” you practically whined, internally cringing at your own neediness. You always swore you wouldn’t beg for a man but with your skin practically burning for his every touch, you’d give anything for Joel to be inside you. You never wanted someone so much you felt like you could shatter from the wanton desire pulsing through you.

Shifting forward, Joel rolled you onto your back and hovered above you, bracing himself on one veiny forearm. The thumb of his free hand swiped slowly across your bottom lip, pulling at the pouty flesh, his dark eyes searing as your tongue darted out for a taste of his skin. With a growling moan, he darted forward to press his mouth to yours, nipping at that bottom lip while his hand traced a path down your neck and chest, seeking the roundness of your breasts. Precise in his movements, Joel swallowed your little mewls as he plucked at your nipples one at a time until they were hardened peaks. You squirmed as each delectable pinch sent a bolt of arousal straight to your pussy.

Without a word, Joel read your movements, his hand gliding further down your body to dip beneath the elastic of your panties. Leaning back slightly, his eyes met yours, pupils blown, and arched a single eyebrow. You were absolutely drenched, your arousal seeping through the fabric of your panties to coat the flesh of your inner thighs.

“All this for me? I’ve been so neglectful, you poor lil’ thing. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, darlin’.”

Joel’s eyes never left yours as he swiped through your folds, the rough pad of his index finger strumming at your clit for a few beats before slipping inside you. It had been a while since you had anything other than a tampon inside you and your breath caught at the feeling of his thick finger stretching you. Soft mewls quickly turned to panting moans as he added another finger to the mix, curling them both to hit that little fleshy bundle of nerves that made you desperate to come as his thumb teased your clit.

“Shhh, darlin’. We need to be quiet,” Joel whispered, his breath in your ear causing goosebumps to prickle across your scalp and along your arms. Biting your lip, you did your best to stay quiet, breathing heavily through your nose as Joel scissored his fingers, opening you up to take the fullness of him.

Suddenly realizing you’ve been so focused on what Joel was doing to you that your hands hadn’t moved from his waist, you shifted. Hips arching up chasing the orgasm that teetered just out of reach, you slipped one hand around Joel’s hip, digging your fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs to take the heft of him in hand.

Fuck, he was huge. Joel chuckled and your faced heated at the realization that you said that aloud. “That’s why I’m making sure you’re ready to take me, darlin’. I don’t want to hurt you, ever.”

How was this man real? He was everything you never knew you always wanted and then some. And God damn did he know how to work you right over the edge. Afraid of being too loud, you bit into the flesh of Joel’s shoulder to drown your moans as an intense orgasm washed over you. Joel’s fingers worked you through it, soothing you through the trembling aftershocks until you came back to your senses.

“Please, Joel. I need you. I’m ready. I need you now. Please,” you babbled, hands scrabbling at his underwear, wanting him as naked as you. So much for not begging.

Pushing back, Joel tugged his boxer briefs down his hips and thighs, kicking them away as he settled between your thighs. Your eyes widened when you caught a glimpse of his cock, mouth watering with the desire to taste him. Next time, you thought, as he tilted his hips forward, balancing his upper body on his arms. This was the moment you’d both been waiting patiently for.

Joel’s big brown eyes met yours, seeking confirmation that this was what you wanted, and you smiled. “Please, Joel,” you whimpered, hips bucking in search of friction.

Sealing his lips to yours, Joel pushed forward, easing his cock into you with an exaggerated slowness. The mixture of pleasure and slight pain was exquisite as inch after inch of his cock caressed your walls, eyes rolling back when he finally bottomed out.

“Fuck, baby. Y-you feel so fucking good wrapped around me, squeezing me so tight. I could live here, just like this, forever.” Joel’s voice a deep whisper as he rocked into you, cock sliding along your fluttering walls, hitting just the right spots with every movement. He was do deep inside you; you’d swear you could feel him deep in your belly.

The broadness of him surrounded you as he fed you his cock with steady thrusts. Sex never felt so good, and you knew it had everything to do with Joel and the way you felt about him. You’d never felt this way about anyone before and, though it overwhelmed you, it was the greatest thing in the world. You were bursting to tell him the true depth of your feelings, but hesitated, not wanting to be the first to make such a declaration, especially in the heat of the moment.

The pace picked up, Joel kissing you deeply as he rocked into you. You swallowed each other’s moans as you wrapped your legs around his hips, drawing him ever closer, ever deeper. The brush of his lower belly and coarse curls against you created just the right amount of friction on your clit it threw you right over the cliff, moaning into Joel’s mouth, fingernails digging into the skin of his back. No doubt there would be a dozen half moon markings on his back later.

Within a few thrusts, Joel’s pace turned erratic as he sought his own pleasure. Tearing his lips from yours, he frantically blurted, “Where?”

“Inside. Come inside me, baby,” your mewled, aching to feel him pulse inside you.

Two more thrusts and Joel came, his low groan muffled by your neck as he burrowed his head into the pillow. “Fuck,” he drew out the word, followed by a sigh of your name before he collapsed half on top of you. The bulk of him like a weighted blanket covering your body. “That was amazing. I can’t wait to do it again.”

Still delirious, you both chuckled as quietly as you could manage, chests heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Rolling off you, Joel pulled you close so that you were now sprawled half over him and cuddled you until your heart rates returned to normal.

A glance at the clock let you know you were out of time. Sarah would be up any minute looking for breakfast before getting ready for school. The thought of unwrapping yourself from Joel and leaving his bed pained you, but you both got up. You did a quick cleanup while Joel jumped in the shower. As much as you wanted to join him, you both knew you’d lose track of time if you did. Instead, you jumped in after Joel finished, letting him deal with getting Sarah’s breakfast.

It wasn’t until you emerged from the shower that nervous energy coursed through you at the thought of going downstairs. Did Sarah know you stayed over? Did Joel want Sarah to know that you stayed over? You should have talked to Joel about this before he went downstairs, but it was too late now. The questions still swirled in your head as you slipped on the borrowed joggers and scraped your hair into a knot at the back of your head. You wore a tank top to sleep in and were about to put your shirt from the night before on when one of Joel’s flannels caught your eye. Holding the fabric up to your nose, you breathed in the scent of him – fresh cut wood and a musk that was so uniquely Joel – and slipped the shirt on with a tender smile. Time to face the music, you thought.

Steps light as you walked down the stairs, you heard Sarah chattering away to Joel and smiled when Joel’s deep voice muttered responses. Their connection warmed your heart and you wanted so badly to be part of this family unit with them.

Catching sight of you as you turned the corner, Joel’s dark chocolate eyes lit up, lips twitching into a half smile. “Good mornin’, darlin’,” he greeted once you stepped through into the kitchen, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as if the two of you hadn’t spent the last hour getting full carnal knowledge of each other. “How’d you sleep?”

“Mmm, good morning you two,” you replied, slipping into the seat next to Sarah with a smile at the young girl. “That was the best night of sleep.”

Joel looked pleased with himself as he placed a glass of water on the table in front of you along with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. “Just what I hoped to hear.” He took the seat across from you at the little four-top table and the three of you dug in.

Sarah kept up a stream of chatter as you ate, telling you all about her ice cream date with Tommy the night before. About mid-way through breakfast, you nearly choked on your eggs when the little girl blurted, “You’re wearing Daddy’s clothes. Does that mean you’re officially his girlfriend now?”

Sputtering, your wide-eyed gaze darted to Joel. He sat there looking cool as a cucumber, lips quirked in a grin and umber eyes twinkling with mischief. “Yeah, darlin’. Does that mean you’re officially my girlfriend now?”

Eyes narrowing at the menace of a man sitting across the table, you smirked. Two could play this game. “Well, I don’t know. What do I get for being your official girlfriend?” you asked, voice dipping toward sultry.

Joel visibly gulped, eyes searching your face before he cleared his throat. “Anything you want.” He said it so simply, the words leaving his lips so effortlessly, and it threw you.

“What about what you want?” you deflected.

Sarah gazed between the two of you, nose scrunched, equal parts happy and confused. Why did adults make everything complicated?

Playfulness glinted in Joel’s eyes, winking at Sarah before turning back to you. “I want you to be my official girlfriend.”

“Okie dokie,” you replied with a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders, feigning indifference as you took the last bite of eggs on your plate to hide your smile.

Joel shook his head, wide grin splitting his face, and went to reply when his phone buzzed. He shot a brief look to you before answering. “Hey JB,” he greeted, listening as your dad spoke. “Yeah, she’s here. Just getting the nugget ready for school.”

One thick-fingered hand tapped a rhythm on the wooden table, phone to his left ear as he gazed at you. Your dad was talking a lot, the echo of his voice carried in the air, but you couldn’t decipher what he said.

“It’s no bother, man. She’s a good girl and we love having her here.” Joel winked at you again before motioning for Sarah to go finish getting ready. “Yeah, JB, you can talk to her.”

Accepting the phone as he passed it across the table, you sat back in the chair. “Hey Dad. What’s up?”

“What’s up with you, ya dirty stay out? I didn’t see your car last night or this morning and wondered where ya were. Guess I shoulda known you’d be over there.”

There was something off with your dad’s tone and you panicked, trying in vain to think of an excuse on why you would’ve stayed the night. Mouth opening and closing a few times, your dad beat you to the punch.

“Don’t be makin’ a nuisance of yourself over there, ya hear? It’s one thing to have a crush on the guy, but it’s another to force yourself into every aspect of their lives, Spud. Don’t be getting’ in the way of their family time. You know how important that is.”

Your dad kept going, rattling off some other advice you didn’t ask for, but you were stuck on one thing. He thought you had a crush on Joel. He was much more observant than you ever gave him credit for. You and Joel would not be able to keep your now official relationship secret for long, not with good ol’ JB nosing around.

Joel’s eyes burned into you, but you couldn’t meet his gaze, staring down at the flaws in the tabletop instead.

“Anyway, I just wanted to wish ya good luck on your meeting at the school today, sweetie. You make your old man proud,” your dad said. “Tell Joel I’ll see him later. Love you, Spud.”

“Thanks Dad, love you too,” you uttered, the line going dead before you finished speaking. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, your eyes met Joel’s, finally. “He thinks I have a crush on you and shouldn’t interfere with your family time.”

Tilting his head to the side, brows pinched, Joel reached a hand across the table to link his fingers with yours. “We’ll tell him real soon, darlin’. Don’t want you keeping secrets from your dad like this.”

“You sure? What if…”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m here, in this, for the long haul,” Joel replied imploringly, his fingers squeezing yours. “I haven’t felt like this in too long, if ever, and I’m not givin’ it up for anything. Okay?”

The tell-tale tickle of tears welled but you refused to let them spill over, nodding with a watery smile. “Okay.”

The day started off cool, but the southern sun beat down on the back of Joel’s neck by early afternoon, causing him to shed the red flannel he wore to the job site. Gulping down a bottle of chilled water, he glanced at his phone hoping for a message from you.

You were on his mind constantly. Something triggered a memory or thought of you at almost every moment of the day. He’d see a bird and wonder if you knew what species it was. Or he’d hear something funny and wonder what you’d think about it. Or memories of you in his lap and in his bed would hit suddenly, making him hot under the collar and below the belt.

Joel Miller was a man falling in love and powerless to stop it. Not that he wanted to, anyway.

Just then his phone buzzed with a message from you asking him to call you when he had a moment. He’d always make time for you, he thought, his fingers already hitting the call symbol.

“Hey handsome,” you answered on the second ring, breathless as if you were running.

“Howdy darlin’,” he replied, voice deep and rumbly, just the way he knew you liked it. “How’d the meeting go?”

You were silent for a moment too long, and Joel pulled the phone from his ear, checking that the call didn’t drop.

 “Well, you’re talking to the new middle grade science teacher, so I’d say it went well.” He could feel the pride in your voice and his heart swelled.

“Congrats, darlin’. I knew you’d get it and you’ll be the best damn science teacher those kids will ever have.” He was already thinking about how lucky Sarah would be to have you as a teacher. Letting his voice go a little deeper, he added, “We should celebrate this weekend. Sarah has two sleepover birthday parties to go to, so we’ll have the house to ourselves. I can take my time in showing you just how proud I am of you, and we can be as loud as we want.”

Your breath audibly hitched on the other end of the phone, causing Joel’s lips to twitch into a smirk. “I’d really like that, Joel,” you breathed, and his jeans suddenly grew tighter.

Adjusting himself as subtly as possible, Joel sighed. “I should go, sweetheart. There’s a ton to do at this site and I’m already looking at a few long days this week. Call JB next. He’s dropping by in a bit, and I don’t want to let something slip that I shouldn’t know yet.”

Sighing deeply into the phone, you said, “Alright, I’ll call him now. We gotta tell him soon, Joel. This is only gonna get harder, you know.”

“I know, sweet cheeks. We will, I promise.” Hearing his name, Joel nodded to one of his crew before saying goodbye. Your sweet voice echoed in his ears as he worked like a dog the rest of the day. JB was a proud papa when he stopped by, bragging about you to anyone who would listen. Guilt gurgled in Joel’s gut knowing the two of you were keeping a secret from the guy, but he pushed it down, pretending that he didn’t know anything about your new job and let JB share the details. The sun set long before he left the site, and he arrived home to find leftovers warming on the stove while you got Sarah ready for bed.

The sight of you walking down the stairs, smiling sweetly at him, set his soul on fire. God, how he longed to be with you all the time, to wake up next to you every morning and come home to you every evening.

“Come ‘ere, my sexy teacher girlfriend,” he greeted softly, pulling you in for a scorching kiss. He wasted no time, tongue dipping into your mouth to tangle with yours. “You’re so beautiful and smart, I’m so lucky I get to call you mine.”

You laughed with a little shake of your head. “I’m the lucky one, Joel. I can’t believe some lucky lady hadn’t snatched you up before I came along.”

Even though he was dirty and probably stunk of sweat from working all day, Joel hesitated to let you out of his embrace. As if sensing his feelings, you nuzzled into him.

“I wish I could stay the night, but I should get back to my dad’s,” you said, reluctantly.

“I know, darlin’. We’ll tell him soon and then you can stay over whenever you want.” Joel walked you out the door, thanking you for taking care of Sarah and cooking dinner. He kissed you a few more times on the way to your car and even ducked down to buckle you in and kiss you one last time before finally stepping back. “I’ll see you in the mornin’. I—”

That pesky little four-letter word had been bouncing around his heart and mind for weeks, even before the two of you decided to give this thing before you a shot, but he hesitated to say it first. He’d never said it and meant it, and to him it was a really big thing that he needed to time just right.

The rest of the week passed in a blur of work for Joel. Business was good, keeping him, Tommy, and a few other guys busier than any of them preferred. It was getting to the point where Joel needed to hire another crew so they could run two jobs at once. Though it was a great thing, making changes to his business always increased Joel’s anxiety. Management wasn’t his forte and he was terrified of screwing something up, but maybe that’s what made him a great small business owner. He was hyper vigilant in both the business and construction side of operations, going the extra mile to make sure things ran safely and smoothly.

The downfall of being so busy was, of course, the complete lack of time to spend with Sarah or you. It made him extra happy to know that Sarah had you to lean on and spend time with while he was busy, though. You were the piece of the support system that Sarah had been missing and seeing the bond between the two of you grow stronger every day warmed his heart to the point of bursting.

Finally, Friday arrived, and Joel busted his ass to get done early, rushing home to shower and setup a little something in the backyard to celebrate you landing your first teaching position. He had the perfect evening planned.

tbc

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[artist-in-training-wheels]

Updated designs as of: 8/20/24

Remember when I said I was knee-deep into SAMS/LAES? Welp, I still am- so here's my (mental) designs of all the core characters (Not scaled for height)! Some notes/extra thoughts under the cut :D Added their pallets to make coloring easier!

Main 4:

Work:

I swapped Sun and Moon waist thingy; I just think they would do that since they're close. Their arm ribbons were also changed to purple to match!

Moon has a cape instead of a ruffle like Sun because... idk, I think he'd like it!

Earth and Lunar also have matching cuffs; theirs is pale/light cobalt blue.

Gave Earth's dress more Princess vibes; why? Idk, just felt like she would like it!

Sun's joints can be seen since he hasn't died and been "placed" in a new/updated body!

Casual:

Moon and Earth (kinda) have casual outfits, so I thought I'd make something for Sun and Lunar.

Sun HAS his matching friendship bracelet with Dazzle- I finally decided to draw it ^^

Sun's shirt says, "Here comes the Sun" I feel it would mostly be a gag gift, but he likes it!

I almost gave him a sweater (cause he gives me sweater vibes, tbh), but then I saw his Q&A video and went, "damn, never mind, I guess".

Lunar's hoodie was also a gag gift (cause its color scheme is similar to Gemini)- but he likes it too much, plus it's soft :D

Made Earth's sweater a bit darker, mainly cause she has a lot of light colors already (the pink comes from the sprinkle sweater!)

I also feel like the boys would take off their bells when they're not working.

It was asked how and... idk they made an interdimensional portal- I'm sure they found a way to take off the bells lmao

The other 4:

I hate how I did Ruin's rays and hat. But nothing was working for me, so... oh well...

I gave Jack the two tips for his hat because I think he'd like those- same with the arm sleeves!

Also- yes he has a friendship bracelet with Dazzle- he keeps it protected under his arm sleeve, it's identical to Sun's!

I really like how Solar came out. Specifically his boots and shirt design!

He gives me knee boot vibes, so I gave him shoes with a sun and a moon on the back (they lace up just didn't feel like adding those details)

I Like how Eclipse came out- Miiiight redesign him... depending on how the Eclipse and Puppet Show goes, but for now, I'm content :)

I never mentioned it, but I do imagine that Eclipse has a second set of arms. I would think Solar did, too, but those were taken away during his revival because of the "Eclipse sees other Eclipses as inferior" stuff!

The Evil 4:

I made Dark Sun look like Regular Sun... cause that's kinda his whole thing! But if I were to give him a different outfit- it would be Eclipse's!

Few changes to Nexus (I can't take him or his model serious tbh, I kept laughing XD), decided to give his hat a Wither shard at the tip because power (and possible corruption) go BRRRRR (Side Note: Made an AU on it :D)

I'm not sure how visible it is, but on his right cheek, you can see a virus of some kind—I really like that, so I put it on him because I really like the idea of him slowly being corrupted due to his insanity!

He has a darker shade of boots similar to Solar because... well, Solar :)

World President Earth (or WP Earth) has a lovely wine-red dress with her flag as a cape (the same flag seen in the thumbnail)!

The flag is held together by a smiley pin because why not =)

Evil Lunar (while tempting to go with Current Lunar design) has the design of the previous version because, well... that's the form he gained the power in (from my understanding)

The tip of his hat is a dying Star because that feels appropriate, in my opinion.

I MIGHT do Foxy, FC, Monty, and Puppet, but I'm not too sure, tbh, since my mental image isn't too far off from their models. Anyways, time to return to my little gremlin hole and watch the series :)

[minkufu]

Design process for Vitoria. A character who I thought I had the concept for completely figured out from the start then every time I got close to finalizing it I decided "Hm, this is too shallow. Needs more work." She went through as many name, concept and design reworks as Murmur if not more, within a much shorter time frame.

Extra process details below:

In my evil queen au, Vivi was one of the early concepts, filling a darker story role that tied in heavily with Rasiel.

Concept:

She started as a deranged stalker type character that was obsessed with the prince, and as a result clawed her way into the ranks of the queens guards just to get closer to Rasiel. The Queen overlooking her problematic motives as long as she was useful, so Siel was forced to tolerate her presence in the castle.

Her concept shifted to her being the daughter of a powerful noble family the Queen had her eyes on. The queen is too controlling to allow her heir to choose his own partner, if he ever chose one at all, so she selected Vivi as the most likely candidate. Vivi in turn offered to serve the queen until then, to constantly prove she was worthy to share the throne.

She hovered around those concepts up until i decided to give her the jester theme. Now she is a performer from a lower status family who earned her place among the guard through her ambition and acrobatic talent. The main character changes are that her idolization of the prince switched to the queen, and she shows notable disdain for the queens heirs, especially Rasiel. (she has only a slight bit more resepct for Bel because unlike Siel, he isnt a complete killjoy and actually knows how to have a bit of fun. She still thinks hes the most disappointing of the two for throwing away the perfect luxurious lifestyle he could have had just to hide in the shadows. Regardless she is eagerly hoping for the day the queen finally gives the ok to off one or both of her useless heirs.)

Because of her early concepts she was going to have a Princess/Bride theme mixed with slight roller derby inspiration for the way she fights and uses roller skates. The skates stayed on the design up until the very end where I decided stilts would be more appropriate for a clown/jester type character. She was also originally going to have a flowery decorated chainsaw as a weapon, but that was changed at the last minute too. She has however always been designated to be the most dangerous member of the guard.

[primewitch]

      the book the witch read when younger ,  the one that gave her her powers but cut her life in half ,  let’s call it (   for a lack of better term   ) umbra libre .   nothing about this book shows at first that ,  it’s a shadow one like it’s name states .  only to those who can unlock it’s full potential .  lisa ,  at the age of eight ,  was capable of so .

   it looked like a normal book when she first held it ,  with a simple cover and a simple title :  ‘  time’s euphoria .  ‘ .  well ,  perhaps not a simple title ,  but of course ,  it caught her attention .  the trick with this book is that ,  just as you read it ,  it reads you back as well .  and of course ,  such one so eager for knowledge at a tender young age is an easy target .

   a next page is turned ,  halting the young one on her tracks .  nothing was written on it ,  at least not related to the tale she was just reading .  ‘   KNOWLEDGE YOU SEEK ,  IT YOU SHALL KEEP .  NO MATTER THE AMOUNT OF POWER ,  THE CLOCK WILL SIGNALIZE IT’S FINAL HOUR .  TURN AWAY ,  YOUR ODDS THREAT TO DISAPPEAR -  TURN THE PAGE ,  YOU SOW AND WE REAP .  DO YOU DARE ?   ‘   of course ,  lisa was never a stupid child ;  curious ,  oh so definitely   —   but not stupid .  so she went through every word ,  thought on it for days (   never closing the book that she got on her desk ,  although hiding it always when either her mother or father entered her bedroom   ) .   three days later ,  and she had decided .

   thinking on it now ,  she wishes to never had turned that page .  but she did ,  the book changing right before her glinting eyes .  if only said excitement   (   awe ,  hunger for more and more and   —   )   lasted ,  and no matter how many new tricks she could do with this new found magic ,  it . . .

     the more she read of the information on the book ,  the darker the nightmares she had each time she slept .  it reached the point that she stopped reading it completely ,  locking it away in a box she had at the time (   the book can still be found in said box ,  it’s colors now faded due to time and what it kept inside ;  of course ,  it too has magic to keep it closed ,  not letting anyone even come close to it but her   ) .

   her lifespan ,  before encountering such book ,  was exactly of seven-hundred fifty eight thousand ,  two-hundred and sixty four hours in total .  to help with the math ,  that would be exactly eighty six years ,  two-hundred and four days extra as well as eight final hours .  said number was cut in half ,  and now ,  she has already officially entered her last ten years of her life .

   . . .  it was not worth it .

additional headcanon info :  in her main verse ,  she for many years now has refused to read it fully ,  no matter if the answer to all her problems is in there ,  she does not do so nor does she wish to .  in her fatui  /  harbinger verse however ,  she often reads it as it feels never ending ;  a lot of her tricks come from there ,  dark ones of course .

[practically-an-x-man]

Special Delivery for Gia and/or Vivienne! (sorry it's a lot)

Appearance: 2, 5, 11, 19, Objects: 5, 14, Food and Drink 7, 15, 17, Weather and Nature 4, 11, 16, 18, Community and Relationships 3, 10, 11, 20, Mind, Body, and Soul 9, 13, 18 Hobbies and Activities 7, 12, 17

AHHHHHHH thank you so much!! And I think this is the first ask I've gotten for Vivienne, so double thank you!!

My Super Long Hopefully Fun Ask Game

Appearance:

2. What would your character wear if they were told they had to gussy up?

Gia: Almost certainly a dress, probably an above-the-knee cut (so she doesn't feel like it's tangling up in her prosthetic) in a darker, solid color (so it shows off the vibrancy of her tattoos). I could see her wearing a jewel-toned purple, maybe something with a peekaboo slit in the sides or up one of the thighs, and rose-shaped jewelry.

Vivienne: If it's out at sea, it'll probably just start laughing its ass off. Gussy up? Seriously? Anything that doesn't smell like sweat and fish is gussying up. While on land, though, she tends to dress pretty nicely regardless of circumstance, just because of societal expectations.

5. What are your character's opinion on scars?

Gia: They do still remind her of everything she went through, and that's painful, but for the most part she's gotten used to them.

Vivienne: Doesn't mind them, and they're part of the trade - though she'd rather they not be visible when she's wearing normal clothing, since shark-bite and rope-burn scars are probably pretty hard to explain for the otherwise-demure sailor's wife.

11. Is your character's favorite color a color they wear often?

Gia: She really likes that soft two-toned pink of a fresh carnation, and she does wear a fair amount of pink in her clothing.

Vivienne: I'd say her favorite color is that "wine-dark sea" color, where it's sunset or sunrise on the open ocean and the water turns this interesting purple-red color. That's kind of a difficult color to find in clothing, especially for that time period.

19. If your character had to get a tattoo what would it be?

Gia: She has a lot of tattoos! Most of them are botanicals or various insects :D

Vivienne: Probably a traditional sailor's tattoo, and it was probably a bet. It would probably get a sea turtle - historically, signified a sailor being welcomed into "King Neptune's Court", which for Vivienne is effectively how it became a siren.

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Objects:

5. Would your character ever try to haggle?

Gia: Not usually. She gets anxious when she's away from the house, so even if she does manage to get out to a craft fair or farmer's market where she could haggle prices, she's more likely just to find what she wants, pay, and leave.

Vivienne: Oh, for sure. It's practically an art form, and haggling was much more of a common thing in those days than it is today.

14. Is there an item your character is embarrassed they own or want?

Gia: She's probably a little embarrassed at the extent of her home security, especially given she's just a single person running a marginally-successful flower shop with no major assets, but it makes her feel safer to have those measures in place.

Vivienne: Nope. It doesn't really carry a lot with it, since most of the time it's swimming through the open ocean. Anything particularly valuable is left onshore, or she asks Wojchek to keep a hold of it for her, but she's not a material person by any means.

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Food and Drink:

7. Is there food that has made your character sick?

Gia: Ground hamburger meat. She's never been a big meat-eater in general (not a full vegetarian, just doesn't enjoy eating meat much), and it was one of the main things HYDRA fed her because it was a cheaper source of calories and protein to keep her going. No seasoning, no sauces or anything extra, just cooked hamburger meat on a bun. To this day, it makes her stomach turn, though she only vaguely remembers eating it while in HYDRA's capture.

Vivienne: Frequently... it's the 1890's, there's not much in terms of food preservation and especially out at sea. Sometimes she can swim out to a shoreline and find some fresher food, or even fish herself, but there are definitely times it's gotten sick from spoiled food.

15. What food or drink does your character consider a treat?

Gia: She's a sucker for gimmicky desserts like rolled ice cream or those novelty milkshakes that are impractically decadent, and that's a treat because it's something she physically can't get from home so she has to leave the house.

Vivienne: Any kind of fresh fruit or vegetable. It sounds simple enough, but when you've spent a month at sea and finally take a bite of a fresh strawberry...

17. What kind of drinks does your character prefer?

Gia: Iced coffee, peach tea, diet cola, or horchata from the Mexican restaurant down the block from her flower shop.

Vivienne: Honestly... I don't even know. I think it pretty much takes what it can get.

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Weather and Nature:

4. Is there a natural phenomenon that scares your character?

Gia: Not really? She actually finds the weather more calming that anything manmade, I think. And sure, fire tends to worry her, but any fire she'd experience in the middle of NYC is by no means a natural phenomenon.

Vivienne: She definitely develops a greater appreciation for sea storms once she develops a fondness for Wojchek - sometimes it even worries the storm is a warning from Poseidon himself. And she's terrified of being caught in a feeding frenzy while out at sea (this will actually play into a future scene in the fic... once I write the fic that is)

11. What part of nature would your character most resonate with?

Gia: Plant growth, particularly new growth or recovery after a storm.

Vivienne: Just the will of the ocean, how it can be calm one moment and tumultuous the next

(funny, you picked 2 of my OCs that actually have very strong nature themes lol)

16. What celestial body would interest your character the most?

Gia: Charon (Pluto's largest moon). Can't explain it, she'd just think it was interesting.

Vivienne: Polaris. Wojchek taught her how to navigate by the stars, and that was the first one she learned.

18. How willing would your character be to nap outside?

Gia: Not willing. She has enough trouble sleeping in her own bed, at night, thirty feet away from her clover.

Vivienne: Oh, sure. She does it all the time!

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Community and Relationships:

3. How comfortable would your character be singing and dancing in front of others?

Gia: Actually, she'd be fine once she gets going. It might take a bit to get her up on the metaphorical "stage" to start, but she could have a lot of fun with it after the initial push.

Vivienne: Totally comfortable. She's actually got a lot of confidence and bravado, and her persona on land is more the restraint of that than her persona at sea is the magnification of it. Plus like... you're asking a siren to sing. Its only hesitance would be whether or not it would hurt someone, but it has no problem with the singing itself.

10. Is there a habit your character has that they learned from someone else?

Gia: She will sometimes swear in Greek under her breath - she doesn't even remember that much Greek, it's just a habit she learned from her parents and grandparents when they were trying not to openly swear in front of the younger kids.

Vivienne: A lot of her habits while working on a ship are echoes from her first husband (who taught her to sail), like the way she does certain tasks or ties certain knots, and how she moves about the ship.

11. Does your character have people they think would worry about them if they got injured?

Gia: Kate would worry, she knows that much. And she knows her family would worry, which is exactly why she hasn't told them about what happened with HYDRA - somehow it's easier to believe they'd grieved for her and moved on, rather than having to see everything the experience made her into

Vivienne: Wojchek, of course. He's her husband, after all. And it's made friends with a few of his regular crewmates too, and it's sure they would express sentiment if it got injured (though maybe not complete worry)

20. What would it take for your character to get into a fight?

Gia: If she's attacked and there's no other way out, she'll fight back. Otherwise she's pretty nonconfrontational.

Vivienne: She's actually fairly mild, both on land and at sea. She can throw a punch when she needs to, but she doesn't have much of a temper that would get her into fights.

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Mind, Body, and Soul:

9. Does your character have any allergies?

Gia: When she was a kid, she was sensitive to pet dander and tomatoes, but those were both mild enough allergies that her clover makes them basically negligible (though she still avoids tomato-heavy dishes out of habit)

Vivienne: Not that she's aware of.

13. How does your character relax?

Gia: She likes painting, embroidery, and crochet in her downtime, and watching cheesy movies :D

Vivienne: I think it has a real fondness for storytelling, actually. It started with her first husband, since he had no patience for doing the captain's log every night and would push the duty off to Vivienne instead (who found she actually liked recounting the day), but later it becomes weaving dramatic tales to rally the rest of the crew on a tough day. Wojchek has tried repeatedly to convince her to write a book, but Vivienne usually brushes the idea aside.

18. How often does your character have nightmares?

Gia: Very often. The worst part is that she doesn't even remember them when she wakes up, since it's from the part of her memory she blocked aside - it's really awkward to wake up crying and call your girlfriend in the middle of the night, only to realize you don't even know what's wrong when she asks you about it.

Vivienne: It's a mix. Most of the time she doesn't remember her dreams at all, but sometimes it dreams of how it became a siren, and that's... dramatic, to say the least. I'll just leave it at that for now.

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Hobbies and Activities:

7. What is a talent that your character is proud of?

Gia: She actually thinks she's a pretty good painter, and she does a lot of still-lifes of plants or arrangements in her shop.

Vivienne: See above answer about storytelling. It's really proud of the stories it creates.

12. What kind of music does your character enjoy?

Gia: She's the most "pop" of any of my OCs, so... pop stuff. I do think she's pretty open when it comes to music, though.

Vivienne: She does enjoy a good live orchestra on the rare chance she gets to see one, and also really loves the energy of a whole crew singing shanties together. Really, it just likes powerful music, whether that power is a hundred expertly-trained musicians or a six-man band of tuneless crewmates. And sometimes it does write its own songs to include in its tall tales.

17. Does your character prefer music or silence?

Gia: Music, absolutely. Silence makes her skin prickle.

Vivienne: It's never really silent, there's always the sound of the ocean or the bustle of people around her, but she definitely prefers music either way.

[mandareeboo]

Unfinished Work #58: "Coffee Time"

I'm kind of sad steam ran out for this one! It was gonna be interesting. The basic idea from here was that Octavia would start seeing Loona as a friend and invite her over when Stella got her things. Loona would admittedly only ever see it as a job, since Octavia never asked her about her day or life. Once that was out Octavia would apologize and they'd become actual friends. It just didn't pan out.

Title: Coffee Time

Summary: Loona finds a very angsty bird coming by once a week to break into her routine and steal her coffee.

Being a secretary is the pits. Maybe it would be worth something if there was any real need for it, but I.M.P. is almost solely walk-ins so Loona honestly, legitimately has nothing to do most of the day. Her main work was keeping up with clients while the others went off murdering- usually via text, since even the dumbest of the damned don't tend to casually discuss having people go to the human realm for them on a call. It's a lot of quick, autocorrected, boring messages that Loona's basically turned into a one-woman algorithm of 'yes, we're doing it. Yes, they're there. Yes, we really are gonna kill a bitch. No, I don't want your unsolicited dick pics.'

Loona's claim to fame is in two very specific aspects. One: she has legs for days. Two: she makes a damn good cup of coffee. The nice thing about a hellhound's nose is that she knows the exact second it's perfectly brewed, and exactly how much to add. Her coffee is consistent, it's reliable, and it's sad that it's the highlight of her day to make some stupid bean juice, but it is.

Rifling through the cabinets, Loona finds two unmarked white mugs and pulls them down. She fills one higher than the other. The smaller cup gets a shitton of creamer in it; like, an absolutely ridiculous amount. It's basically milk with extra steps. The other gets the rest of the bottle- and it's never enough for Moxxie's bitch ass, but Loona decided a long time ago that if he wanted his preferred amount he should buy his own or get his wife to stop drinking half a damn bottle at a time.

Setting them down at the front of her desk, Loona flops back into her chair, pulls up Sinstagram, and waits.

Her job is a routine. It's simple. It's monotonous. Sometimes it's really fucking boring. Most of the time it's really fucking boring, actually. But Loona doesn't exactly have a lot of options on her plate.

Then the door gets kicked open, and suddenly it's new and refreshing.

"You would not BELIEVE the shit my dad told me today," Octavia grouses. Loona's eyebrows raise as the avian casually grabs one of the few waiting room chairs and pulls it over to her desk. She didn't invite the Goetia. She'd offered to listen whenever she wanted to rant, after that night in L.A., but she'd really not expected her to take her up on that. It was just one of those things, y'know? A yarn nice people use but don't really expect to have put into practice.

"You didn't walk here, did you?" she asks. Loona didn't even want to consider the stink Stolas would make if his owlet had walked into the shadiest part of Imp City alone.

"Of course not. I took a bus." Octavia's beak wrinkles as she recounts it. Loona wonders if it's the first time she's taken a bus in hell. They make Earth buses look spotless. "The dick isn't here, is he?"

"Blitz? Nah. He's off murdering the ex of a client." Loona's pretty sure he'll be home soon, though. Annoying as they all were, the imps were damn good at fucking their way up and out of fucked up situations. "We got time."

Octavia looks at the mugs, grabs the darker one, and slugs it like its vodka. Loona's too amused to tell her it's not for her. Because, fuck, who cared? They can make their own fucking coffee. Loona casually pulls the off-white milk monstrosity towards herself. "Anyway. My dad told me the wildest shit today. He was betrothed to my mum. It was some... fucked up arranged shit."

"You didn't know that?"

"You did?"

"He's royalty, kid. Rich bitches don't usually marry out of love."

"Well, yeah, but," Octavia grasps at straws, "We don't talk to the rest of dad's family. I just assumed it was because he and my mum pissed them off and eloped."

"Maybe," Loona replies. It's not like she knows a damn thing about it. "I don't, like, know your dad or anything, but he always gave me hella gay vibes. I didn't think he liked women at all."

Octavia takes a smaller sip, clenching her talons around the warmth for comfort. "I... don't know. I've never asked."

"He'd probably tell you if you did."

"Yeah. Probably. Does it... bother you? Our dads dating."

Loona's pretty sure 'dating' isn't what their relationship could be defined as. But she also doesn't want to break it to Octavia that she's heard they bone for profit, either. Not her table. "I really don't give a fuck what they do. Blitz is just my dad on paper."

(It's almost a lie. Loona sees Blitzo mostly as, like, an obnoxious roommate whose also her boss. But she also knows her role is nepotism at its finest, and that he gets her presents and remembers her favorite things, and Loona just. Can't think too deeply about it. Can't rely on that. It's only a matter of time before that goes away. It always does.)

"He's so... gross."

"Just be glad he's not giving you shitty cutesy nicknames."

Octavia shudders.

Loona's phone goes off with an obnoxiously loud chime. She sighs. "Sorry, kid. That's my cue to bring them back."

"'Via," Octavia corrects, immediately standing up. She fiddles with her beanie nervously. "Can I... come back sometimes? And talk to you? It's just nice to have someone around my age to bitch to."

Loona agrees. It's about time her job had some actual fucking requirements. And if that requirement is hanging out with a cool but troubled teenager, she can handle that. By the time the portal's open Octavia's gone, the chair is back in its place, and Loona's sending the usual 'we killed the bitch, like we said.'

Moxxie's grating voice breaks through Loona's eardrums like sandpaper as he lifts the almost empty coffee pot. "Goddamn it, Loona. Can't you do your job?"

"Do it yourself you fat bitch," she intones blandly, hiding a smile behind the pages of a grimoire that's as old as hell itself.

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"Wow," Octavia says the second time, finding the exact same setup. "This really is all you do all day."

"It's called a job," Loona replies, waving her in. "A really stupid one."

The Goetia trilled as she pulled the chair up. She seemed a bit more hesitant this time around- probably because she wasn't in a blind rage like the last time. "What's it like, having a job?"

The hellhound gestured to herself, sitting in the same damn chair with her legs up on the same damn table. "It's this. Sit here all day. Same time every day. Make some coffee, keep clients up to date, and portal the idiots home when they're done fucking around topside."

[a-wandering-imagination]

Chapter 11

When Anton awoke, it was raining softly outside. The sky was heavily overcast and there was a slight south wind. He checked all the rooms of the house again to see if perhaps the girl had come back during the night. He found nothing. Back down in the living room, he hurriedly prepared some oatmeal and then sat down in front of the sliding door to eat it. His gaze wandered from his bowl to the glass door in front of him and then settled on the two small hand prints. He stopped chewing for a moment and reached out and touched the center of the left palm print. His gaze shifted to the still water and the beach. He watched the rain falling on the water for a few moments and then finished his breakfast.

After breakfast, he began loading up the car. Today he grabbed the Mini-30 rifle and a box of 200 rounds of ammo. He took the .44 as well. If anyone started shooting at him today, he wanted to be prepared to shoot back. The rifle, with the scope, was good for nearly 300 hundred yards if need be. Anton also packed some extra food in case he did run across the girl. Then his thoughts turned darker and he grabbed a first aid kit as well.

It was still early morning when he arrived at the bridge. He pulled up on the north side and turned the car around so that it was ready to head back out of town in a hurry. He then put the first aid kit, the extra ammo, and some of the food in a small rucksack. He pulled on his jacket as he stepped out of the car and slung the rucksack straps over his shoulders. He checked the rifle to make sure it was loaded and a round was in the chamber and then turned towards the bridge. The rain was still falling lightly but the wind had picked up a bit. Anton could smell the saltwater spray as he stepped up to the first row of cars at the base of the bridge. He scanned the bridge carefully, and checked the barricade at the top using the scope on his rifle, finger ready on the trigger. There was no movement. He picked his way among the cars towards the top of the bridge, all the while keeping the rifle at the ready for any sign of trouble. He made it to the barricade and found it deserted. The other side of the bridge was bare. No cars and no people on that side. He walked down the bridge on the far side and headed south on the road towards Douglas.

Anton zipped his collar up against the misting rain and pulled his knit hat down tight over his ears. It wasn’t really cold out, but the light rain made him shiver a bit. The road into Douglas was much like the road out to Auke Bay he had walked four days earlier, quiet and deserted. The homes on Douglas seemed darker as the road was on the eastern shore of the island and was therefore shaded from most of the sun by the mountains along the island’s spine. The large pine trees were thick here and crowded the homes, adding even more shadow. The sound of his footsteps along the road were unnaturally loud in the eerie silence and Anton found himself hurrying along, constantly watching over his shoulder as he went. He made it all the way into the little town of Douglas within a half hour and explored the homes and businesses along the main street through town while keeping an eye on the chimneys of those further off the road for any sign of habitation. He found very little, most of the places had been picked over. He didn’t find anyplace that looked like it might have been used by the men on the bridge, but that didn’t mean much. Considering how they had attacked him, they were probably holed up somewhere and doing all they could to not be found. Anton knew that the road leading north from the bridge also had many, many homes. The men could have just as easily come from that direction. He spent about another hour poking around the various homes, but eventually tired of the search and walked back to the bridge.

Back at the bridge, Anton scouted around the barricade looking for any signs of where the men might have gone or what happened to them. He found some 30.06 shell casings as well as some .223. He found no footprints, however, and no other sign of either the men or the creature that had chased them from the bridge. He stood at the base of the bridge on the Douglas side and looked up the north road that ran up to the northern tip of the island some twelve miles away. There were a lot of houses up that way too, but any activity in that area, especially smoke, would have been visible on his drive into town as Egan drive paralleled the North Douglas road on the other side of Gastineau Channel. As Anton stood there looking up the road, however, he once again felt that prickling sensation that he was being watched.

"Anyone up there?!" Anton yelled, keeping his rifle at the ready. He heard nothing but the whisper of the wind and the soft tap of rainfall. "If anyone's up there, I just want to talk! I'm trying to find other survivors!" he yelled. Still no response, but the hair on his neck began to prickle once again. "Fuck this," he muttered as he turned and jogged back up the bridge towards the barricade.

Once he crossed back over the bridge, Anton climbed into the car and headed back out of town towards Auke Bay. He decided he would wait no longer. Something was wrong with this town and he wanted no more of it. He would head back to the house, pack up his supplies, and load them on the boat tomorrow. He'd give the girl one more night to come back and then, tomorrow, he was heading out of town.

Back at the house, Anton busied himself packing food and supplies into the car. He folded down the rear seat and filled most of the back of the car with food. He made sure he had matches and lighters as well. He loaded up all the ammo for the firearms and all the water jugs. He packed the first aid kit and the binoculars as well. Then, after double-checking the various supplies he'd packed in the car, he went back into the living room to fix some food. The sun wouldn't go down for a couple more hours, but due to the heavy overcast it was already pretty dark outside. Anton fixed himself some chili and sat staring out the window, waiting for the girl to return. Hours later, after Anton had cleaned up the room and packed the last of the cooking utensils in the car, she was still nowhere to be seen. Anton kicked off his boots, set the .44 on the floor next to his pillow and crawled into his sleeping bag. Five minutes later he was asleep. He didn't see or hear the large dark shape that walked out of the trees and up onto the deck and stood staring at him through the glass door. The creature crouched down and brought it's large snout up against the glass and sniffed quietly. The small green eyes, shimmering like they were lit from within, zeroed in on the small hand prints on the other side of the glass. For several minutes the creature stared at the prints. Then, silently, it placed both of its large claw-like hands against the glass, leaving dark, smudged prints on the outside of the glass opposite the small, delicate prints on the inside. The creature then stood and moved soundlessly back into the trees.

The next morning, Anton rose and went about his business in silence. He didn't bother with breakfast. He felt anxious to leave now that he had made his decision. He went through the house, checking off items in the list in his head of what he thought he would need on his journey. He was satisfied with the amount of food, but there was not much ammo for the guns and only basic first aid items. He also didn't have a lot of matches or lighters. He would need to search some homes before he left town to find what he needed. He also had to stop by his old house and get all his clothes.

It was still quite early when he pulled out of the garage for the last time. He sat in the driveway for a moment staring at the house and the open garage door. He started to get out of the car to shut the garage door, but then he hesitated. A strange look crossed his face and he closed the car door and backed out of the driveway, leaving the garage door gaping open as he turned and drove south towards town.

He searched several houses on the way back into town for medical supplies. In the aftermath of an epidemic, however, there was not much to be found. By the time he reached his old house downtown, he had found only a couple boxes of bandages and some gauze. At his house, Anton packed all his good outdoor clothing into the back of the car. He had a couple of heavy coats, one made of polar fleece and the other a heavy wool watchman's coat. He also grabbed all of his rubber boots and his hiking boots--three pairs of hikers and two pairs of rubber boots. Next was his Helly Hanson rain gear, a coat and bibs. The rest of the space in the car he filled with pants, shirts, socks and underwear. The entire car, with the exception of the driver and passenger seats, was now full of gear, clothing and food. Anton stared at the car. He'd never packed so much for a trip in his life. But then again, this was like no other trip he had ever taken.

He turned and looked back at his house, then across the street at the neighbor’s house and his gaze wandered off into the distance, taking in all the empty, silent homes that once teemed with life. It was then that Anton realized he may never come back here. That's when the tears began. He didn't sob or shudder. He just stood, silent, with tears running down his face. His face hardened. This town is no longer the one I grew up in, he thought. The good part has died and only something dark and evil is left. As the realization set in his mind, he found himself staring off across the channel at the dark trees blanketing Douglas Island. He used to find the forest comforting. Now it appeared to be hiding something menacing. Something that was creeping ever closer.

Anton shivered and glanced up at the sky. Not quite midday, he thought. Plenty of time to get to the harbor, load the boat and get under way before dark. He may even be able to get as far as Taku Harbor before nightfall if he didn't run into any problems. He turned and looked at the house one last time and then ducked into the car and drove away, headed in the direction of the harbor.

At the harbor, Anton wasted no time shuttling the supplies to the boat. Using one of the large harbor wheelbarrows, he was able to transfer the gear from the car to the boat in less than ten trips. He piled all the supplies on the open deck at the stern of the boat and once he'd finished transferring it all from the car, he then started stowing it on board. He'd just finished putting the last of the canned food in the cupboards when he heard it.

-He's here-

Anton jumped a little as he heard it, knocking his head on the cabin ceiling. He swore as he spun around in the small space searching for the intruder, but saw no one. The voice sounded like it had been right next to him. Then, as he thought about it a bit, he realized it was almost as if he'd heard it inside his head. This realization had no sooner entered his head then he heard the voice again.

-Out on the last pier. The boat has stuff on the deck. That's gotta be where he is-

This time, Anton realized that not only was the voice inside his head, it wasn't really speaking. It was just thoughts, someone else's thoughts, that he could understand. Anton started to shake and, just to make sure he wasn't crazy, he peeked up out of the hold of the boat towards the gangway leading up to the parking lot. He thought he saw a man standing there, but as soon as Anton saw him, the man disappeared. Then Anton heard the dock creak alongside the boat and as Anton stepped up out of the hold, the man he'd seen a couple hundred yards away on the gangway was now standing on the dock alongside the boat, smiling at him. And the smile did not look very friendly.

"Who are you," Anton asked. The man just smiled and stood there. He was wearing blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a sweatshirt. He looked to be in his mid-thirties with long, dark hair and piercing black eyes.

-Wouldn't you like to know-

The thought resounded in Anton's head with a sarcastic, smirking, tone and before Anton had time to realize what he was doing, he responded out loud, "Yes, yes I would like to know."

The look on the man's face instantly changed from one of malice to what Anton could only think of as a fleeting look of panic which was quickly replaced with a predatory wariness.

"What did you say?" the man asked.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to know who you are. My name is Anton." Anton offered his hand across the rail of the boat. The man just looked at Anton's hand for a moment then back at Anton.

"I know who you are. You're the one who killed all of my men." The voice was cold and matter-of-fact.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Anton replied as his mind raced back to the encounter on the bridge and the bodies he'd found in his driveway.

-You're lying-

"Somehow, I don't believe you," the man replied dryly. He turned away from Anton and faced out towards the bay. Anton watched the man carefully as the wind lifted the long locks of his hair and flipped them casually. The man turned back to Anton and the malice had returned to his face.

"This is my town now. And those were my men. I don't know how you killed them but you'll not find me nearly so easy to kill."

As the implied threat hung in the air, Anton realized that all the guns were tucked away in the cabin, out of immediate reach. He felt totally vulnerable standing against this man even though the stranger did not appear to have any weapons. The man must have sensed Anton's fear because a smile crossed his lips and spoke again.

"Go ahead and try for one of your guns. I know you have some on board. Let's see if you can get one before I kill you."

The words cut the air like daggers and Anton panicked. He bolted for the cabin door only to find the man standing between him and the cabin. It was as if the man had disappeared and reappeared instantaneously, but Anton was pretty sure he had seen the man move. Just as the shock was registering, the man's hand was on Anton's throat, lightning fast and strong as steel. Anton choked against the grip convulsively and grabbed the man's forearm with both of his hands trying to break the grip, but the man just stood there smiling, carelessly holding Anton with one hand much as one would hold a can of soda.

"How could a scrawny little puke like you kill all of my men?" The man hissed. "You're nothing. You're not even as quick as they were. You're just... normal!" The words hung in the air.

-And now you will die-

Just as Anton felt the grip on his throat begin to tighten, he saw a flash of movement from the water side of the boat and suddenly Anton was free, collapsed on the deck, coughing and hacking as he tried to regain his breath. His lungs burned and his head spun. He thought he was going to black out and there was this dull ringing in his ears. As his head cleared, however, he realized the ringing he was hearing in his ears was actually the man screaming and he spun towards the dock and his eyes went wide with terror. There, standing on the dock, not ten feet from him was the creature. The fleeting glimpses that Anton had seen earlier had done nothing to prepare him for what he saw now. It was well over ten feet tall, heavily muscled and jet black from head to toe. Thick fur, dripping with salt water, matted over jagged features. The long arms and stout legs terminated in oversized hands and feet and each of the fingers and toes ended in two-inch, scythe-like ebony claws. The creature was standing on the dock holding the man by his head. The massive hand encompassed the man's skull like Anton's would a tennis ball. It held the man with one arm extended and stood looking at Anton. The man was flailing wildly, trying to break free of the creature. He was screaming, terrified, screaming for Anton to help him. Anton, however, was petrified, staring into the face of this black beast. It was like nothing Anton had ever seen and was scarier than anything he could ever imagine. The creature was massive. The silky black fur rippled over sineus, bunching muscles that seemed to flex, stretch and contract in a fluid state of constant motion, like the creature's entire body was breathing. The face, however, was what held Anton's gaze. It was as if the structure of the bone below was in a state of flux. The brow and cheek bones shifted and reshaped themselves like waves on a lake but never quite exposed the dark hollows where Anton knew the eyes must be, staring back at him as he stared into their shadowed darkness. The lips writhed with motion, alternating between hiding and exposing the wicked jet black teeth that filled the creature’s maw. The overall effect was that it was difficult to focus on any given part of the creature as it seemed to flick in and out of focus. Just as your eye locked on to any particular feature, it would shift, and the eye would be drawn elsewhere, searching for stable, tangible, recognizable forms.

-God help me!-

The thought brought Anton up short, almost like waking from a daydream. The stranger was still hanging from the creature's hand and was struggling ferociously, but the creature made no movement to either kill or release the man. It just stood staring at Anton. Anton looked into the creature's eyes, and for a moment, he thought he recognized something. In that flash of realization, he heard a loud pop and then a gurgling sound and the monster was gone and the stranger lay on the deck, his head oddly misshapen, twitching, blood running from his ears, nose and mouth. Anton stared as the man's eyes rolled back in his head and the convulsions stilled.

In the silence that followed, Anton struggled to understand what had just happened. This is a nightmare, he thought to himself as his gaze flicked between the boat, the distant parking lot and the corpse lying on the dock. He hopped over onto the dock and crouched next to the body and tentatively poked it. It was definitely real. He looked at the man's head. He could see the bruising where the creature's fingers had crushed the skull.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" Anton screamed. He spun around scanning the water for any sign of the beast. But now, other than the corpse lying on the dock, there was no sign that the beast had ever been here. Anton turned back to the corpse. "That's what you get for trying to kill me..." he hissed and then stopped short. He remembered the recognition he'd seen in the beast's eyes, almost as if the creature had been waiting for permission to kill this man. Anton tried to remember the moment now. The strange thoughts in his head. The lost moment he spent staring into the beast's eyes. Had he wished this man to be dead? And if he had, did the creature somehow act on that wish?

Anton's head started to swim and he felt a little sick. He grabbed the railing on the side of the boat to steady himself. It was then that he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and he spun around.

There, kneeling next to the corpse of the stranger, was the little girl. She was dressed just as she had been when he last saw her. She stared intently at the face of the dead man. Then she reached out and deftly traced the profile of the crush marks with the tip of her finger, much as someone would trace the pattern in a piece of fabric. There was no sadness or fear in her expression, just a quiet curiosity.

Anton slumped to the ground and sat quietly staring at the girl. After a moment she looked up at him. Her eyes were void of expression. She stood, looked back towards the harbor parking area and waved. Anton turned to see what she was waving at and, for a split second, he thought he saw an old man standing at the top of the gangway where he had originally seen the dead man standing. Anton closed his eyes and shook his head and looked again, but there was no one. Anton turned to the girl once more only to find her arranging the body of the dead man on the dock. She had pulled his legs so that he was now lying flat on his back and was proceeding to fold his arms across his chest. She then reached into her pocket and pulled out a little blue flower and placed it on his chest between his folded arms. Anton recognized the flower immediately. It was the state flower of Alaska, the Forget-Me-Not. She continued kneeling there next to the body for a moment and then stood and climbed onto the boat. She walked quietly into the cabin and climbed onto one of the seats next to the small table across from the captain's chair and sat, quietly, staring at Anton.

"Did you know him?" he asked, as he stood next to the body on the dock, looking at the flowers resting on the dead man's chest. There was no answer. He turned to look at her and she was still sitting quietly staring right back.

"I guess that means it's time to go," he said as he climbed aboard and started the motor. While the engine was warming up, he finished securing the last of the supplies below deck and then untied the mooring lines, pushed the boat away from the dock a little and jumped aboard. Inside the cabin, he cranked the wheel hard to port and pulled back on the throttle, engaging the reverse drive. The boat slowly backed in a half circle away from the dock until he was turned around, pointing towards the end of the breakwater and the open bay beyond. He then pushed the lever forward and the old boat shrugged forward in the calm water. Anton's gaze was drawn once more to the body lying on the dock as he slowly motored out of the marina and into the open water beyond. Once clear of the breakwater, he headed south southwest out of the bay towards the north end of Douglas Island and Stephens Passage beyond. With any luck, he mused, I can get to Prince Rupert the day after tomorrow... three days at the most. Then he could decide if he wanted to continue in the boat or find a car to drive the rest of the way south. He tried not to be too hopeful about what he may find as he motored slowly away from Auke Bay.

[siriannatan]

Dressing Up - fWhimmy

Or how fWhip dressing up for a change got derailed into a secret relationship and political issues…

Extra Notes: Sorry, Codlands are not a thing in this universe :{ Jimmy is just Lizzie's younger brother, following her almost everywhere

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Parties and balls with all the rulers invited were a rarity and usually were organised by House Blossom - Katherine and her scary 'fail to show up and I'll kill you smile' it is. So, against what he'd much rather do Jimmy put on his hardly comfortably fancy clothes. Seeing Joel made Jimmy feel a bit better about the too-tight legging and full-length, also not-too-loose tunic - with *gasp* sleeves. He hated sleeves the most of all surface-dweller inventions. Why would one limit their range of movement that way, willingly? He could only hope the damn things would not rip off. 

And Lizzie seemed pleased when he finally joined her and Joel by their carriage. She of course looked beautiful in pale pink and the best jewels of the Ocean Empire. Jimmy might have rolled his eyes many times as she and Joel were being gross and in love. It might have or not to do with how quickly he excused them and went his own way once they were in the ballroom.

House Blossom balls were always colourful, fancy and over the top and this one was no different. As expected of the fey, there were flowers floating in the air, ribbons swaying with no wind present in the room and trays of drinks and snacks floating amongst the guests who were not indulging in dancing to the music coming seemingly from nowhere. And of course, most rulers were already there.

King of Rivendell was avoiding the king of the Lost Empire and dragging his younger brother along, glaring at anyone who dared approach. Being a younger sibling Jimmy of a respectable ruler Jimmy kind of hoped one of those days he could maybe talk to him. He was quite pretty. 

Most of the Wither Rose Alliance were there. Jimmy barely avoided being seen by Sausage, Pearl and Gem. The later two were no problem since they would rather resolve the generational conflict between them and the Ocean Alliance, but Sausage was not quite as friendly. Count fWhip was nowhere to be seen. Not that Jimmy expected to see him, he rarely left Grimlands for important political meetings. A casual, all things considered, party like this, meant just to let Katherine show off, would likely not be important enough...

"Introducing the leader of Wither Rose Alliance, count fWhip of Grimlands," heralds call had everyone looking to the main entrance and Jimmy almost dropped the fizzy drink he was holding. 

Since when did fWhip... Jimmy didn't really have a word for it. Even if he saw fWhip only like three times - officially that is - he was still not expecting anything other than fWhip's usual heavy, stained with soot and red powder, singed in spots coat. Dark pants in similar state of cleanliness, heavy stomping boots. Or without his goggles or massive scarf. But here fWhip was in dress shoes and neatly pressed black pants, a dark red shirt and a black vest with frilly red ascot and a black crown of thorns and red gems in his hair. All the rulers were technically required to wear their crowns to these balls.

And as soon as his introduction was done and the crowd looked away fWhip vanished. He couldn't have left this quickly so Jimmy slowly started making his way around the darker and emptier corners of the ballroom, hoping he'd find the vampire. He just hoped neither Joel and Lizzie nor anyone allied or at least friendly to the Ocean Empire would see him with fWhip. He was supposed to hate him and not flirt with him every time no one could hear them. Which wasn't that often, Jimmy didn't have much reason to leave Prisma Palace unless he was accompanying Lizzie on a political trip.

Eventually, he found fWhip, leaning against a wall as far from the dancefloor as he could be, hiding behind a pillar and glaring at anyone who looked his way. "What do you want?" fWhip asked, Jimmy knew the hint of animosity was in case anyone could overhear them. "You look amazing..." Jimmy mumbled, maybe forgetting for a second he was supposed to dislike fWhip.

"Not near the crowd," fWhip scolded him and glanced at the open door to the gardens. They were open to the guests, huge and, most importantly, full of places to hide. "Go to the gardens, find a quiet place, I'll find you in a few," he sighed and slinked away the opposite way.

With little room to argue Jimmy made his way to the gardens, excusing himself from Joel and Pix with needing some fresh air when they tried to drag him into whatever they were talking about. They didn't push so Jimmy was soon outside and trying to not look like he was in any hurry as he looked for a quiet spot. 

He barely settled on a place when, "You're looking quite pretty today too," out of nearby shadows emerged fWhip. A smirk pulled at his lips as Jimmy sputtered in surprise, fixing his vest slightly. 

"I forget you can do that," Jimmy pouted and sat on a bench by a small pond with tiny colourful fey-fish swimming in it. Unlike normal fish, they paid him no mind. "I thought you wouldn't show up," he said while pulling his copper headpiece off.

"Gem would not let me live if I skipped another party," he sighed, joining Jimmy. "I was quite shocked Xornoth brought his brother with him."

Jimmy hummed, for a second lost in light reflecting off the dark metal in fWhip's gorgeous hair. "Lizzie says there's a chance his council is pushing him to marry Scott for an alliance..." he might have skipped the part where she was excited that maybe he'd be willing to marry Scott to Jimmy... But not well enough.

"Come on Jim, we both know she'd rather have a war than ever let me marry you," fWhip sighed, catching the slightest sign of Jimmy's sadness. A cold, dead hand gently cupped Jimmy's cheek just for a second before a braking branch had them jumping away from each other. "Who's there?" fWhip called out as Jimmy tried to not panic too badly. Lizzie would lock him in the tallest of her towers and never let him out. And start a war with fWhip.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to interrupt anything..."

But the bushes, looking absolutely terrified was Scott S. Major. The prince of Rivendell. Staring at the ground and looking like he was about to cry. 

"Just don't tell anyone you saw the two of us together and it's fine," fWhip shrugged but made no move to return to the bench.

"And why are you even in the gardens? I thought your brother was just dragging you everywhere with him," Jimmy asked after Scott nodded. The elven prince was still shaking a lot and looking five seconds from crumbling down and crying. Neither Jimmy nor fWhip was good at dealing with that.

"Maybe kind of hiding from him... and your sister..." Scott admitted and sniffled slightly. "I won't tell them I saw you two together..." he mumbled and fell silent, biting his lips. "I don't think Xor's too excited to let me leave home... I should just go," he sighed and left before either of them could stop him.

"We should go back..." Jimmy mumbled sadly his moment with fWhip was cut short. 

"Just... if you need you can always come to Grimlands, okay? Whatever it is, I can handle anything as long as I know you'll be okay," fWhip sighed, hands cradling Jimmy's face. "I promise, I'll be there if you ever need me, darling."

Jimmy sighed and leaned into fWhip's hands. How can he promise him something like that? Could he just leave Lizzie over something as dumb as a political marriage? "I can't promise I'll just run away but... I'll keep it in mind if I can't ever bear it?"

"That's good enough, I'm just happy to give you an option," fWhip smiled, gave Jimmy a short kiss and vanished, giving Jimmy some space to sort his thoughts before rejoining the party.

And if he was honest, Jimmy was already considering leaving. fWhip at least listened when he spoke...

[adobe-outdesign]

I could've sworn you did the Litwick line for the Pokémon review, but when I went to check, I couldn't find it? If you really have and it's just Tumblr being Tumblr, could you review the Haxorus line?

I did indeed do the Litwick line here, but as for Axew:

Axew itself is pretty cute. The body itself isn't that distinct, but the airplane wing-esq tusks are unique enough to make it stand out. I particularly like the way the darker green on the head flows backwards into the horn, and how the darker color around the eye helps to make it pop.

My only real issue is the colors. The two main shades of green are fine, but the lighter green area around the neck could've been dark green or red, to match the eye. In fact, the shiny does this:

This one matters less, but the light green of the tusks is also weird. Why not just use white for extra contrast instead of bringing in a forth shade of green? None of these ruin the design of course, and Axew's still a good pre-evo, but strange color choices are a problem for the entire line.

On the plus side, Fraxure has a unique design with its own unique elements. On the minus side, it looks extremely awkward. An interview with Ken Sugimori confirmed that Haxorus came first and the other evos were built off of it, and I feel like that's evident in the design, which lacks a clear direction.

Like, why does it have those red spots on the underbelly? They're unique, but they don't add anything whatsoever. The arms look super stubby and the part around the neck serves no purpose except to transition into Haxorus.

And, once again, some strange color choices here. The upper body is mostly green, but there's no reason for the sudden divide between colors; instead of having the arms be grey and the green starting on the neck, it instead has an arbitrary division that makes it look a bit like it's wearing a shirt that's too small for it.

Side note: the 'dex talks about Axew regenerating broken tusks within days, but Fraxure's entries talk about how its tusks don't grow back. Huh? Why change that? Was there a disagreement in the writer's room or something?

Also, seriously, what the hell is this:

One interesting thing about Haxorus is that not only was it made first in the line, but it also was made by a new artist, and was almost rejected for not feeling Pokemon-y enough before it was decided that's why it should stay in. In a way, I do see what they mean; the proportions in particular are more realistic. I feel like a more "normal" Pokemon design would make the axe-tusks bigger, and it would be much stockier than it is overall (due to sprites needing to fit in a square back in the day), especially around the neck. However, it also reminds me a lot of the early plated "kaiju" mons like Nidoking and Rhydon, so there's some basis for it.

Anyway, as a whole, I do like the design. The axe-tusks are cool-looking, and I love the heavy plated look; the neck looks particularly neat, as does the beak. Ironically, despite looking badass, it's actually established to be a friendly herbivore in the 'dex. Frankly, I love this; it's not only more interesting, but it also makes logical sense; those tusks are too high up to be able to attack many opponents with them, but they're perfect for cutting plant material while grazing.

My only complaints are, once again, the colors. First, there's a bit too much yellow in the design; it feels like the underside of the tail and the inside of the haunch could've both stayed grey.

Secondly, this might just be a me thing, but that nasty yellow-green color isn't doing it any favors. It's too bright and competes too much with the red accents, which should be where the focus is because that's the color of the tusks. It's also just a very dirty color that makes it look desaturated and sad. The shiny is honestly 10x better:

First, this fixes the contrast problem and makes the red pop right out. And secondly, this makes more sense with the rest of the line. The yellow in Haxorus' design comes out of nowhere when the rest of the line is green, but with the shiny, you'd have progressively less green and more grey with each stage.

I actually popped the entire line into Photoshop and just tweaked the colors really quick to keep them more consistent. I feel like this helps make the line feel like a cohesive whole:

For the most part, though, I do like the line quite a bit. It's really just the colors and the awkward middle stage that don't quite do it for me. Otherwise, these are some good scary vegetarian dragons.

[royalrazz37]

Disclaimer: I love this film. These are just my critics. I know someone else has already pointed these issues out and better than I ever could. Just wanted to get my thoughts out. Feel free to link their analysis

Post Disclaimer Disclaimer: A lot of these may be petty and have no real solution so I apologize preemptively.

Without further ado here is an aging millennial’s concerns with: The Lion King (1994)

Small nitpicks first

Incest

Usually lion prides have a single adult male that mates with all the females but in this case there are two, Mufasa and Scar, meaning, that at best Simba and Nala are first cousins and at worst siblings, getting married and having children.

On the flip side there is nothing more royal than keeping it all in the family.

Say his name

What is Scar’s real name? I know it can probably be found somewhere but i think it’s pretty messed up it’s never said in the movie. Also making someone’s physical feature their name is rude. Its like calling someone Hairy, Big Nose, or Six-Fingered Man.

Sexiest Lion

From what I remember learning about lions, the males with darker manes are seen as more attractive. So why is my man Scar not getting hole? I know its a kids movie but could we at least see a couple dark furred cubs running about? (I know about Kovu)

Choice of voice actors

Why are all the good characters voiced by white people? (Exceptions for James and Madge) and all the bad guys are POC? And its some extra ish when only the lackeys are POC. The big bad is white. Colored folk can’t even be their own boss.

And i know the remake “fixed” this but we’re not talking about the new woke Disney.

Now the real gripes

Monarchy and leadership

While the idea of a hereditary monarchy is bad enough the main plot strongly implies divine right is just and desirable.

Mufasa is supposed to be king and this is reflected by the kingdom being pristine and in balance.

Scar, who is not ordained by the sky daddies, takes the throne and all falls to ruin.

Then the “rightful king” returns, restoring prosperity to the land.

It gives credence to the idea that a higher power has to approve of a leader for things to go right. That those in power are there because that is how it’s supposed to be.

Look, little one. See what happens when you try to break the status quo? Bad things happen. Be happy with your lot in life.

If you try to rise above your station like Scar, well. You saw what happened. (I know Scar murdered fools but you get my drift)

“But Razz” I hear you say. “The reason things went bad is because Scar had the hyenas live in the pride lands and they ate everything. Those slobbering mangy stupid poachers!”

Aha! I say. You activated my trap card.

US History as a Metaphor

I think its safe to say that the hyenas are coded as POC. As such the idea of their integration into the pride lands being the catalyst for its blight is troubling.

It harkens back to the fear of the negro moving into cities during white flight. Hyenas/blacks move in and everything goes to shit.

Thats why we keep them in their elephant graveyards and shadow lands (the ghettos) so the blight doesn’t spread.

And if one of the hyenas do come into the pride lands we send our strong alpha Mufasa to beat and brutalize them.

Also the hyenas are painted as gluttons for wanting to eat. THEY WERE IN A LITERAL GRAVEYARD.

Of course they’re hungry. Of course they’d want to eat everything they could. They were forced to live that way.

Now lets draw a line.

Hyenas are always hungry because they live in a food desert and actual desert.

They live there because of enforced segregation by the lions.

Lions who then blame the the hyenas for being hungry and use that as justification to continue segregation and harsh policing of the hyenas movements.

Sounds familiar.

And the film’s solution to all this is a return to the status quo. Yuck.

Not to mention the sequel where there’s a reconciliation between the lionesses who supported Scar and the pridelanders because Kiara says “We’re the same”. I know I’m probably grasping a straws here but that moment felt like the Irish and Italians gaining whiteness.

Ok rant over.

[rocksanddeadflowers]

Oh on this note :) consider they get dunked but kiss underwear somehow bc it sounds like a fun scene to do!!!! Also Tim and Bertie would be upset they couldn't see it or don't get to know at all lmao.

Like.... The boat is flipped and Marius bobs up sputtering. He looks around for Lyf, and just before any ideas of panic or worry get a chance to sink in something grabs him ankle and pulls him down a little. Lyf has now chosen to be a stupid fucking menace and dragged Marius underwater, kisses him there, and then they both resurface and get back to shore (courtesy of some nicer spirits helping them out too).

I just .... The split moment were they're both underwater, you know? Gentle lights from a night sky and glittering souls skittering above the surface (pixies? Lightening bugs? Who can tell, really) breaking through the surface to dapple through the rippling water. Below it's so quiet, so calm and serein. They were adjusted to the bustling excitement and loud sounds of music and joy, that below the surface it's almost as if they've gone deaf. Their hair and clothes floating around them, and they're not deep enough for the water's pressure to feel anything more than a strange comfort. Lyf probably looks so magical to Marius in the whole setting, and in the darker lightening beneath the water's surface, they might just be glowing. Lyf grins with mischievous, and cups his face oh so gently before stealing his breath far better than drowning ever could, then drags him back up to the surface.

I just!!!! Pls tell me you get the magic of being under water especially when it's clear!!! You know what I mean right? I just.... Oh I romanticize it so much <3 also it's fully possible Lyf can hold their breath longer or something bc Fae stuff? That's a loose thread tho so idk. (<- maybe I should check some mythology stuff to directly base them on again. Really if they're Nordic/Scandinavian there is every likelihood they have water based abilities, considering how much sea fairing was in the cultures.) Also Lyf just causing mischief has my whole heart... I think they can be overly apologetic about it if they worry they went to far but mostly it's harmless fun.

Also I'm partial to a simple name but none of the locals actually calling it that and just saying it's cursed land or fae-claimed. I love Morrigan (the goddess) so I thought I'd mention it but I think Mallory works the best? Thinking someone actually calling it Lake Mallory and a character who isn't French (like, so much of the main cast lmao) goes "ah well that doesn't sound that bad" and a French character just silently shaking their head lmao. Still in also adore long dramatic names. If we can't pick one name maybe it's one of those places where everyone calls it a different thing. Maybe it's official name is just Lake Mallory (name after the person who discovered it, who later went missing there) but everyone calls it long dramatic names or something akin to "don't fucking go there". (So also of course Peter (and probably Lizzie) would be so excited to check it out. Jesse is the only one wanting to head the warnings but it's already two against one love.)

Also the post curse visit with the whole gang where Lyf says something in Old Norse (<- side note that mf definitely mutters some snarky/nasty ass shit in Old Norse at inappropriate times that sends Carmilla in hysterics. Sometimes Tim and Bertie can pick up on pieces too.) but this time Marius actually knows that one!!! It's translates to corpse fjord, like a graveyard!! Then after saying it out loud he's like ah. You're calling the lake a graveyard. Sounds inviting. (Jonny is already in the water with Brian but definitely hears that and is ready to turn back now please!!!) Lyf doesn't understand why anyone is upset bc all bodies of water usually has a corpse or few?? And this one has extra sure that's why they called it that but those ppl were probably disrespectful or something. It's normal? Right?

Kiss The Girl but it's after the curse and because Tim and Bertie didn't get to do the full song during the ballroom scene they set Marius and Lyf up on a little romantic boat date thing? And it's that same lake (which I feel like we should name the lake- aaaaaand I'm already on it gonna go find a cool spooky name brb) so they know exactly how to win the spirits and creatures over to join in. Like, you how know Sebastian got all the local critters to join in for a whole orchestra? That kinda vibe. And just like The Little Mermaid, Lyf is fully aware of the whole thing but Marius takes a moment to catch on. Of course they're only aware after they're stuck in that boat. So may as well kiss.

(I do think they're first kiss is still a fully different scene that I think has been brought up? So either Tim and Bertie are unaware of that, it hasn't happened yet, or they don't care that it did they're still doing this. Also maybe they still don't kiss at the boat scene and get knocked over by mischievous spirits like in the movie too.)

Okay lake names!!!

"Propriété des Fées" French for "Property of the Faires" "La Résidence de la Dame" French for "The Lady's Dwelling" or "The Lady's Residence" or "La Résidence de L'âme" French for "The Residence of the Soul"

Yes I know I just wrote some vague cool shit and tossed it into google translate.... (Chose "Lady" ones as a reference to some of the lady of the lake myths. Not the same as Arthurian Legend, though, just to be clear.) Some actual potential names if those are a bit much:

Lake Mallory - Mallory is a French name meaning "without good fortune" or "ill-omened" or "unfortunate" Lake Morrigan - Morrigan is a Celts-Irish goddess of war and fate, foretelling of doom, death, or victory in battle. She's also often represented with three crows/ravens I believe (which is neat when compared to Odin, who was two crows/ravens). Celts-Irish has roots and influence in French history.

I dunno. Maybe something along "Lake of The Kind Ones"/"Lake of the Fair Folk"/"Lake of The Good Neighbors" could be an option?

Would also fall to me knees if Lyf said something cryptid about it, like calling it "a kindly corpse fjord" and refusing to elaborate.

[scarecrowismybabygirl]

Build me your perfect casting for a new movie about our sassy little twink Scarecrow (we really need one) Any characters, any actors.

Let's start with our sweet boy Jonathan: I don't think I can (and I certainly don't want to) accept anyone other than Mr. Murphy for this role. If he was great in The Dark Knight trilogy, he'd probably be even better now: more age appropriate, less boyish, but just as attractive AND creepy, because for me those are the two main traits any live action adaptation of Scarecrow needs. This time I'd probably make his hair dark auburn at least.

I also need more movies where he wears glasses

Now, given that this is practically impossible, there are a couple of more realistic options I wouldn't be so mad about:

Bill Skarsgård

This is a very self-indulgent pick. I find him attractive, he looks good with glasses, and he knows how to be scary. Is he the best actor for the role? I don't know. Is he hot enough for me to overlook that and enjoy a very slutty and sexy Scarecrow again? Yes.

Caleb Landry Jones

He would be my first choice if I actually answered with my brain. He can look very creepy and messed up (as he did in Antiviral), but he still has that cute boy aura about him. Extra points for being a redhead because I'm a Year One bitch.

Michael Pitt

What can I say? I like him in villainesque roles and he makes a great psychopath. I wasn't particularly fond of the way he portrayed Mason in Hannibal, but if he went the Funny Games route, we could have a very good Scarecrow.

Young Christopher Walken

I can almost hear "call the police" here. If I had a time machine he'd be higher up in the list.

For our angsty playboy Bruce:

Robert Pattinson

I'm not sure if this is a popular or unpopular opinion at this point, but he might be my favorite Bruce. I like the emo take and I genuinely enjoy his acting. I couldn't understand the backlash when he was announced as the next Batman, but I was introduced to his work by Cronenberg's Cosmopolis (I was never a Twilight girl, no hate to those who like the franchise), and I've also seen how capable he is in other indie movies, so I knew he would deliver.

I also adored Christian Bale's Bruce, and I'm a bigger fan of TDK than The Batman, but Battinson has a special place in my heart.

Now let's think about the movie. I never spent too much time pondering on what my ideal Scarecrow movie would look like because we all know people just want yet another Joker movie and the chances of this happening are close to zero, but there are two things I would like to see:

His background story. We all know that, no matter the universe, he always gets tormented beyond what any human could -or should be able to- stand. I feed on trauma and seeing my favorite characters mentally and physically destroyed, so this is a must. If you ask me, I favor the great-granny option because it's crueler and makes for a more interesting character.

The parallelisms between him and Batman. This may be one of the most interesting points raised by Year One. I want them to be portrayed almost as mirror images. Their actions are fueled by childhood trauma, their motivations are driven by fear, but they end up fulfilling radically opposite yet complementary roles... I want this to explore the nature vs. nurture debate on what makes someone's psyche develop in a specific way, and I want it to be dark and twisted. Give me an even darker Bruce.

As for what other characters I'd like to see here, without a plot in mind, I can't really go deeper, but some options would be:

Great granny Keeny: because in my mind she's the main catalyst of his villain downward spiral. I want her to be somewhat attractive and comic book accurate (let's face it, she's FINE), but I have no one in mind. I picture her as an older version of either Bedelia Du Maurier from Hannibal or Ethel Cripps from The Sandman... Maybe an artificially aged Gillian Anderson would do the trick.

Linda Friitawa (Fright): a very underrated and ignored character that I'd like to see a live action adaptation of. Again, I never fully developed a plot in my mind, so I don't know if there would be a possibility to fit her anywhere and I also wouldn't want to take away from the homoerotic undertones of Scarecrow and Batman's love/hate relationship, because that's essential for me and my very self-indulgent, half-baked idea of a Scarecrow movie. Anya Taylor-Joy would be perfect here.

...and that's it for now. Although I'll probably regret not mentioning Nygma (not Nashton) and a few others as soon as I hit "post"! ♡ Thanks for your ask @ninja-potato-shelby-solomons ♡

[blackwidow-bby]

Positions - Marvel Ladies x Fem!Sub!Reader

Summary: You're a sex worker and you've been hired by a new client for a "group activity".

genre: smut(18+)

pairings: Maria Hill x fem!reader, Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader, Carol Danvers x fem!reader, Yelena Belova x fem!reader

warnings: D/S dynamics, face slapping, spanking, strap on use, degradation, orgy, big ole lesbian train, oral, throat f*cking, name calling, degradation, thigh riding, fingering

AN: I am...well not a pro at writing dirty things especially not with multiple people but I hope you all enjoy regardless!

I don't own any marvel characters!!

Your assistant had just called you into her room. Your week had been slow but fruitful. Normally, it would be a regular client for the month, nothing to sweat over. Your thoughts started to run over who it could be. Maybe Mr. Dean, he usually calls on a Friday but you could've sworn you saw him two weeks ago. That didn't leave a lot of your regulars left to be requesting you as you knew their schedules like the back of your hand.

As if she could read your mind upon entering her space, she spoke, "Y/N, you have a call for a new client. Something about a friend requesting your services? The only thing is..." She hesitated almost thinking if she should tell you the rest of the details before she proceeded. "Well, it's for a group. You don't have to take up the offer if you're uncomfortable with that. I can call her back and let her know you declined."

To tell the truth, the thought of it being a group of strangers did make you uncomfortable, but your assistant wouldn't put you into a situation without going through the proper protocols first. She knew a head count of how many, roughly where they all worked, and several phone numbers. It always helped to be extra safe in these situations where you could be overpowered.

"Who inquired?" you asked interestedly. "She goes by N.R., gave me a headcount of all of her friends that would be attending. There's not going to be any men there, but I guess 'more power in numbers' is still 'more power in numbers'." In all honesty, women gave you way less shit about certain things than men did. Hopefully they'd be way more understanding if you didn't want to do specific activities.

"Call her back and tell her I'll take the offer. Do you know how much she's paying?" Your assistant slid a little sticky note over to you as she dialed the number of one 'N.R.'. You swear you almost choked when you saw how much she offered for you. That was a lot of zeros compared to usual. You walked away to get a water from the mini-fridge while you vaguely listened in to your assistant's phone conversation.

Good.

Perfect.

Okay, I'll tell her to meet you there at 6:30.

Extra clothes, yes ma'am. Have a nice day.

"Hey Y/N, I've written down the address, floor, and room number. It's uh...a really high end hotel in New York City. She also said to bring an extra change of--" you interrupted her, "Extra clothes? I overheard." you started wondering what for? Dinner? Go out? "Uhm, yes, she said extra comfy clothes." Comfy? Was she expecting you to spend the night? You looked down at your watch to see how much time you had to get ready. 2 hours. It wasn't enough but you could make it work. "Alright then, I should go freshen up."

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An hour and a half later had found you briskly walking toward the extremely tall and very expensive looking hotel in the Upper East Side. You lived in Queens and while the distance wasn't very far, paired with the traffic, the feeling of unsettlement about being late to such a client was enough to make you almost hurl.

You made your way inside the lobby, barely looking at your surroundings. You wanted to get up to the room as quickly as possible without being noticed. "Excuse me," Could you ever be so lucky? "Are you here for Ms. Romanoff?" Who? That must be your clients last name. "She said she was expecting a guest soon." The lady was being extra kind to you, she had an inviting smile. You almost wanted to never lie to her. "Yes, I'm here to see Ms. Romanoff." you replied quietly. It felt like your voice would echo too hard around the warmly lit lobby. You thought it would break you to hear your own voice shrill around such a pristine room.

"Very well, I'll show you to her room." Your nerves began to spike more the higher up you went. It was as if every floor number on the elevator was the level of anxiety you started to feel. Your palms were sweating and you could've sworn your back was too. The lady just kept her eyes forward with a meek little smile. It took every fiber of your body to not explode your feelings all over that elevator.

Ding

The elevator stopped, of course she was in a penthouse suite. You rolled your eyes as how predictable this situation was playing out. The kind lady, who's name you definitely forgot to get, remained in the elevator as you walked out. "There's a number for room service if you ladies need anything." She sung out. "Thank you."

The walk to her door seemed to never end. Your feet were dragging like gravity was doing everything in its power to keep them on the ground. The air was getting hotter as time slowed in the short distance it took to reach her door. You rang the little buzzer and a melodic voice called beyond the frame.

"Coming!"

You could hear the light patter of a single set of feet. The knob then turned and revealed a stunning short redhead with bright eyes. You were certainly gawking at the sight of her but there was nothing you could do to pull your own attention away. She had a smirk on her face when she saw you staring but not saying anything. "You must be Y/N, it's very nice to meet you. Come in and lets get you introduced to everyone."

She reached out her hand to you and you took it gently. her palms were much colder than yours and her fingers were long and slender. her hair was shoulder length and fire-y. The room was massive, and clean. She had all of the blinds closed to keep any natural light and eyes from entering the den. Scanning the room some more you noticed a couple items around the room. Non-traditional furniture. It was going to be one of those events. There were also four other heads aside from the host's. She turned around once reaching the main room and faced you. "My name is Natasha, over there is Wanda," another read-head standing behind everyone else with a glass of wine in her hands, she lightly nodded, "...that is Carol in the middle," a blonde woman with a bright and bubbly smile. She seemed taller than the rest but she was also sitting down on a piece of equipment that will no doubt be used in a different way by you. Natasha gestured to a brunette, "...this is Maria," another tall and slender woman, didn't offer a smile but a simple wave to your direction. You were scared of her the most. "...and this is Yelena." A second blonde who's face was much more stoic than Maria's. You take it back, she scared you the most.

Natasha's hand unhooked from yours and made its way up your back to settle on the back of your neck. The pads of her fingers added slight pressure to the muscles there as if she could feel all of your tension in waves. You felt her lean in closer, her hot breath fanning your ear. "There's a bathroom in the hall to the right. I got a cute little outfit waiting for you." You could feel her soft lips smiling against the curve of your ear. the feeling made you shiver. You managed to follow her eyes and swiftly walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You looked around and found the outfit in question. It was sleek all black leather body suit with a halter neck. You lifted it up in your hands and rubbed the material under your fingers. Next to it sat a bottle of lubricant no doubt to get the body suit on. You got to work shedding the current clothes you had on and began to slide on the little leather number. It wasn't too tight but certainly snug against your frame. The only thing out of the ordinary besides the material was, you noticed, a tiny little zipper in between your legs. If unzipped would reveal your very private essence. The thought made you blush a little to yourself. After cleaning up, you made your way back to the room where the women had sat prior.

Since you calmed down a little, you took the opportunity to fully take in your surroundings. The hall was adorned in art more than likely as expensive as this room. Everything seemed darker than when you arrived. To your surprise when you entered the living room area, the room lighting was red as opposed to the normal LED lighting.

Natasha held her hand out to you again for you to take. You obliged her and she pulled you close into her side. Natasha's deft fingers traveled up and down your ribs before finding purchase on your backside. "You look like the most delicious treat. None of us can wait to eat you. Would you like a drink before we start?"

The other women started moving closer almost circling you like sharks. "Yes please." Natasha poured you a glass as she went on, "We should go over some rules before we start. If at any point you feel overwhelmed, anxious, or hurt, the safe word is 'Heart'. We all stop what we're doing and will help you. If at any point you are gagged, two taps to the closest person will get all of us to cease as well. Because of those rules you will not be bound and gagged simultaneously...at least not this session." She ends her rules with a wink toward you. All of these women truly were stunning and it piqued your interest to know what they could possibly be capable of.

Wanda came closest to you first, she pulled the wine glass away from your lips and replaced it with her own lips. Holding your hand with the glass close to her chest and cupping your cheek with the other. Her lips were sinfully soft as was her kiss. She felt delicate and gentle against you, she almost seemed to not match any of this situation. Natasha took your wine glass away while you continued to make out with Wanda, who let her hands roam lower down your body. Your own hands moved behind her neck. Another set of arms wrapped around you from behind. "You're such a pretty kitten." They nibbled on your ear making you separate from Wanda to see who it was. Carol smiled down at you and found the very lips that left Wanda. You moaned into her mouth at feeling how she controlled and dominated the kiss, very different from Wanda's passion. Wanda moved down to kissing your neck and shoulder.

You could hear other giggles in the back. Natasha kept her eyes trained on you as Yelena and Maria began to touch each other in the mean time waiting for you. After a few minutes of watching her friends have all of the fun, Natasha made her way over to you, Carol, and Wanda. She pulled the other red-head back by her locks and pressed her lips to hers in a searing kiss. You heard Wanda moan out into the other woman's mouth next to you causing you to release your own into Carol. This made the blonde swiftly lift you up and wrap your legs around her waist. She brought you over to a nearby bench and kissed you harder. All of the sounds you were making began to rile her up.

"I'm not sure which one of us is more excited to have you here, pretty girl. All I know is I can't wait to ruin that pretty pussy of yours." You moaned at her words and yanked her back down into another kiss. Her words went straight to your core igniting a fire that had been waiting to burn. You made a mental note to find whoever recommended you to these ladies and thank them heavenly. Carol sunk her hips between your legs and began grinding against you seeking the friction she wanted so badly.

Even though the leather was a new material to you, you could still feel the faux member that rested in her pants; Carol was packing. This caused you to move your hands down to her pants to tear the buttons away. The tall blonde grabbed your hands and smirked, "Allow me." She stood to her full height and slowly removed the black jeans she was wearing and revealed her long, girthy strap she had been hiding. Your eyes widened which made Carol giggle. She sunk to her knees where she seductively pulled the zipper on your suit down. She held your eye contact until you saw them shift to behind you. Natasha and Wanda had pulled away long enough to see what Carol was doing and decided to join again. The two red-heads began to undress themselves where Natasha also sported a rather large strap but not Wanda.

In your distraction upon noticing the other women join in, Carol took to opportunity to shove he face into your pussy. You moaned out loud at the contact. Her tongue quickly lapping at your clit and sinking lower to curl inside you. Her ministrations were making you squirm on the bench. She reached up to hold your hips down. "Stay still kitten. Gotta get you ready for our cocks." Eating you out was an art to her. Every move she made, made you more and more wet. Natasha slid her fingers into your open mouth. You sucked on them harshly slipping your own tongue in-between her fingers and coating them in your saliva. Nat removed her fingers and started to rub them between Wanda's folds.

"Eat her out for me, malysh." Natasha requested. You looked up at Wanda as she slowly lowered herself over your wanting mouth. Your head went fuzzy upon seeing all of the quiet red-head's intimacy. Your tongue immediately poked out to welcome her to you. She let out a soft moan and slowly began to grind herself against your mouth. Carol was growing impatient watching you eat out the other woman and feeling you grow more aroused in her mouth. The blonde stood to position the tip at your entrance rubbing the head up and down your slit before she slammed her length in all at once. You yelped against Wanda's soaked cunt sending vibrations straight to her clit.

The whole scene was turning Natasha on more and more so she began stroking her own member, hoping to find some friction. The other two women walked over to join the rest of the group partially feeling left out. Carol continued to slam into you at a rather fast and rough pace. The tip of her strap hitting that blissful spot inside of you with every thrust. All of your moans and whines brought Wanda closer to her orgasm. She came hard in your mouth before she got up and was replaced by Natasha's own cock.

"Suck kotenok. Mommy's getting restless." Carol did not stop chasing not only her own high but yours. You could hear her grunting from below you. All of this attention was turning you on more than you think you've ever been in your life. Even though one hand wrapped around Natasha's strap and the other gripped Carol's wrist on your hips, you were finding it hard to keep blowing Nat. Carol moved her other hand down to your clit. "You better cum for me you little slut."

And you did; hard.

Carol continued her pace and upon watching you come undone, did so herself. Three quick thrusts and she was spent. She released the most guttural moan before her body was replaced by another blonde. Yelena had this look in her eyes like she wanted to make you pay for every wrong you never committed. She removed her clothing and sat right on your bent leg. At this point Natasha was fucking your mouth deeper and deeper. Needing to ground yourself you wrapped your hands around her thighs. Yelena began to rub herself against your thigh. You could feel how wet and warm she was, her hand sliding up and down your slit collecting your cum to rub your clit in tight circles. Your whines didn't stop especially when you were already beginning to feel another orgasm approaching. Yelena slipped her fingers inside you, finding your g-spot with accuracy. With every thrust of her fingers she hit that same spot over and over. tears started to run down your face with the feeling of Natasha in your mouth and Yelena in your core. Natasha gave one last thrust before she pulled out.

Maria shoved three of her fingers to the back of your throat. She giggled when you gagged around them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at being finger fucked by the two women. "You're not allowed to cum before I do, else Natty here give you a nice punishment while I ride your face." Yelena only made the threat to turn you on more, but part of you was hoping it was true. It was hard, Yelena knew exactly what she was doing with her fingers but you could feel her slick slide down the sides of your thigh. God you hope she was close because you certainly were. Maria replaced her fingers with her lips and she kissed you hard sliding her tongue along yours. The brunette smiled against your lips when she felt your whimpers in her mouth. Yelena just kept slamming her fingers harder inside of you and rubbing herself quicker. Her breaths got faster and more shallow and as she came, a couple seconds later so did you. Your body shook with the most intense tremors, but Yelena couldn't fault you. She did cum before you, and something about it being in close tandem with hers turned her on a lot more than she would admit. You let out a soft whine when the coolness of the air hit your soaked thigh.

Maria left your mouth and moved between your legs. She put one leg over your left and the other under your right and brought your centers together. "You're a pretty little slut. I want to ruin you so bad." Maria started out ruthless. Her grinding was fast and hard as if she had been waiting to cum for weeks. You felt her in her entirety sliding against your own. The feeling started to overwhelm you. Carol took your face in her hand and rubbed her thumb along your bottom lip. "Open up you little slut."

You obeyed her and opened your mouth sticking your tongue out. At this point you were a blubbering mess and all the ladies were loving it. Carol spit into your mouth before shoving her cock in. "I saw you taking Nat like a pro, so I know you can take me." At least her pace wasn't rough but it certainly was quick. Your gags around Carol was making Maria closer to her release. She leaned forward to angle herself differently against you and put her hand around her throat. She could practically feel Carol's cock fucking your face. Sweat was running down your forehead and your hair clung to every part of your body it could touch. You were close to being spent and you never looked more beautiful this way. Maria's hand tightened, her grunts were heavy. "Such a good little fuck toy. I'm so close baby." You didn't think it was possible for Maria to go any harder but she did. She came with a loud cry and slowed her hips down to ride out her orgasm. You felt her wetness mix with yours. Maria's hand stayed for a couple more minutes, entranced by feeling Carol deep in your throat. The tall blonde slapped your face a couple times before she pulled out. You were too busy catching your breath, you didn't see Natasha move by your feet. She lifted you up and turned you over on your stomach with your legs and arms hanging off the bench. Just when you were hoping it was over, you forgot that Natasha never officially had her turn with you. She rested her strap on your lower back as she ran her cool hands in an attempt to soothe your burning skin. Almost mocking you for being the one to give you the final blow. Wanda walked up to you again. She ran her soft fingers in your hair and moved the stuck strands out of your face. Your breathing was heavy and your body was trembling. Wanda's fingers moved down to cup your jaw and she lifted your head. Tapping the side with her pointer finger, you got the silent request to open your mouth for her. In unison, as Wanda brought her cunt to your mouth, Natasha slid her strap inside you completely bottoming out. Nothing but incoherent noises left your mouth at being filled so sinfully. Wanda gripped your jaw harder as she rubbed her intimacy against your mouth for a second time. You lazily kept your tongue out to try your best to accommodate Wanda's wanting. Natasha on the other hand, had been waiting very patiently for her time and now that she got it she was going to make the best of it. She grabbed your hands in her own and pulled them behind your back to make it easier for her to pound deep into your cunt. When you felt her hit somehow deeper your eyes rolled back. Wanda picked up her pace just as Natasha did, both red-heads moving in perfect synch at opposite ends of your being. A jolt of paint hit your right asscheek igniting a new spark and effectively waking you up even if only for a minute. With every thrust administered, Natasha rained a hand alternating each side of your ass. All of this was sending more and more feelings to your core. You will not be lasting long if these two kept going the way they were. You could feel Wanda fumbling, she was about to come for the second time tonight. Natasha continued to get more rough inside of you until you felt the knot inside of you burst. You came hard around Natasha groaning against Wanda's own cunt. The sight caused Wanda herself to not be able to keep her composure and she came with a scream against your tongue. You felt her pussy pulsing with her orgasm on your mouth. As soon as Wanda backed away from your face, Nat yanked your arms back harder to push herself deeper than you thought was possible. You were screaming, a sweaty broken mess, absolutely spent in this five star hotel. Every thrust pushed harder against that spongey spot inside you. You could feel another earth shattering orgasm approach hoping it would be the last. Natasha's thrusting didn't let up, she was desperate to cum. She was moaning over you with every hit. You yelled her name as you came harder than you had before that whole session. Watching you absolutely spent around her

member, Natasha came just as hard with her final thrust. She stayed inside you to ride out the rest of her high before she carefully pulled out. Looking down she could see wetness all over the bench and her legs. Nat smiled to herself at being the one to make you squirt everywhere like a silent victory. Allowing you to lay and collect your bearings, the red-head began to clean up the room.

There wasn't much you could make out in your state, but you could partially hear Natasha thanking all of the women for coming over before hearing the door open and close through the ringing in your ears. Your were shaking, your whole body felt blissfully weak. The red-head padded over softly to your spent and soaked body and picked you up carefully to place you in her arms bridal style. Your mind was in a war with yourself between wanting just a little bit more or to just go to sleep. You couldn't even open your eyes at this point.

Natasha had brought you to the bathroom to help you clean up and as she moved about, she kept you in her arms. She made sure to hold you as she turned on the faucet and sit on the edge of the tub. As the water filled the tub, Nat moved between rubbing your back and gently caressing your cheek. Once the tub was filled up enough for the both of you, she picked you up again and cautiously lowered the both of you into the hot relaxing water. You couldn't do anything but mumble and cursed yourself for the state you were in even though it wasn't your fault. You desperately wanted to think your gracious host for a life changing night but nothing could come out. Natasha shushed you sweetly. Her time wasn't done until you were well taken care of in her company.

You don't know how long you were in the bathroom, hell you don't even know when you fell asleep as Natasha washed the night away from both of your bodies. Clearly still in no position to be able to make it back to your home, the red-head dried both of you off and brought you to the large bedroom. You had come back into partial consciousness long enough to feel the soft sheets and the plush comforter of this heavenly bed you were being gifted to rest on.

Natasha lowered you down and climbed on the other side before pulling you into her. She lifted your head to lay on her chest so she could easily hold you and play with your hair. She stayed awake until she heard your breathing even out again, signaling that you had fallen asleep again since the bath. She placed a soft kiss to your hairline before succumbing to sleep herself with a blissed smile on her face.

She'd definitely be requesting you again.

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AN: Not sure how I feel about this but yeah this is my wack attempt at something extra dirty.