#now looking at refs... yeah. something was definitely off

[alexiahyena]

Some doodles I made during my psychoanalysis class hehe

Close-ups under the cut!

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Inspo: this silly guy I found at my Uni

I was joking with a friend and we thought "Christmas Barnaboo lol"

Then I said, "Christmas Barnaby is missing"

And of course I had to fix that >:)

[demie90s]

Hello can you do Azzi X R where someone sets a hard screen on Azzi. UConn’s is definitely not happy but a certain someone lets it’s know not to touch The peoples (her) Princess. Let’s just say someone gets throw out of the game. The postgame reporters wants to know what happens and R just lays them the truth. No one touches what hers.

People’s Princess

Azzi Fudd x fem!reader

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Summary: Someone set a hard screen on Azzi. The team was mad—I was furious. I don’t play about her.

Warnings: Aggressive behavior, protective energy, ejection, post-game interviews, possessiveness

Word count: ~ 0.6k

I didn’t even see the screen coming. I just heard the sound Azzi made when she hit the floor—sharp, breathless, like she’d had the wind knocked out of her—and everything in me just snapped. One second she was running off the wing, curling hard around a fake, and the next? She was on her back holding her ribs, eyes clenched, gasping. That girl had launched into her. Shoulder high. Late. Dirty.

And the refs? Nothing. Just stood there blowing the whistle like it was for decoration. Our bench froze. The crowd was still reacting, but nobody moved. So I did.

I walked straight across the court without checking in, without looking at the scoreboard, without waiting for anyone’s approval. I stepped up to the girl who hit her and got in her face so close our jerseys brushed. She looked surprised for half a second, then rolled her eyes like she wasn’t the one who just tried to take our star out.

“You think that shit’s funny?” I said. “You think nobody’s gonna say something?”

She tried to say it was a legal screen, something about foot placement, but I wasn’t hearing it. I shoved her, hand flat to her chest. Not hard enough to start a fight, but enough to let her know I wasn’t playing. And I wasn’t done. I stepped in again.

“If she can’t breathe right tomorrow, I will find you again. Believe that.”

Refs jumped in. One of them grabbed my arm. Geno was yelling from the sideline. Aubrey and KK ran over, both trying to pull me back without making it worse. Paige got between us fast, arms out, voice low like she was dealing with a wild animal.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” she said. “You made your point.”

The ref gave me a tech. Then Geno stepped forward, looked me dead in the face, and pointed to the tunnel. His jaw was tight, his voice flat. “Locker room. Now.”

I didn’t fight it. I just nodded once and walked off, slow, jaw clenched so hard I thought I’d crack a tooth. I passed the bench, passed the cameras, didn’t look back. I just wanted to be where it was quiet because if I stayed, it was gonna get worse.

The locker room was cold. Too quiet. I sat down in my warmups and didn’t even take off my shoes. Just stared at the wall, still breathing heavy, still picturing Azzi on the floor like that. Holding her ribs. Mouth open. Scared. I’d never seen her scared before.

Game ended twenty minutes later. We won by three. I didn’t care.

Reporters flooded in after. A couple of them came to me first—like they always do when something dramatic happens and they want the quote that’ll make the postgame clip go viral.

One of them asked if I regretted it. “Do you think stepping in like that was necessary?”

I looked at him, tilted my head, and said, “You ever had someone hit the person you love like that and get away with it?” He blinked, didn’t answer.

I leaned forward, arms on my knees. “Azzi Fudd is the people’s princess. She’s UConn’s golden girl, the face of the program. But off that court, she’s mine. And if you think I’m gonna let someone cheap shot her and just let that ride, you clearly haven’t been paying attention.”

Another reporter tried to ask if Geno was mad. I smiled at that.

“Yeah, he was mad. Sent me to the locker room, told me I can’t get us ejected trying to fight the whole damn conference. But he gets it. He’s had people he’d fight for, too.”

I didn’t say anything else after that. Didn’t need to.

Azzi came in after media cleared out, hoodie on, ice pack under her arm. She sat down next to me without saying anything. Just leaned into my side, quiet. Her breath was slow now, steadier. She looked up at me, brown eyes soft.

“You’re gonna get in trouble for me.”

I shrugged. “Every time.”

She didn’t say thank you. Just slid her hand into mine and squeezed.

@xxsnowxx213 @draculara-vonvamp @kcannon-1436-blog @zizi-bee-yapping @kaliblazin @perksofbeingatrex @soapyonaropey

[cheriladycl01]

I need to go! No you need to race! - Max Verstappen x SwedishOlympicHockey! Reader

Plot: You get hurt during a hockey match at the Nationals and Mad Max makes a return for all the right reasons!

Usually yours and Max's timetable linked up, you'd be training or doing your tournaments from Monday to Wednesday which Max would join you on before you left in his jet with him to wherever his race was that weekend.

But this week you had a national tournament which was on a Saturday, Sunday where Max was in the world. It was race day for him, and he was using one of the televisions to watch your tournament being streamed.

He couldn't understand any of it, where it was in Swedish so he just watched on with some of the mechanics who knew you and were rooting for you.

It was a good game and you guys were winning, absolutely tearing up the hockey field of the stadium you guys were in. Every time you scored, everyone watching cheered and Max had a big grin on his face when it zoomed in on your face yelling in a smile.

He always found it funny when you smiled as you wore a mouth guard that made your cheeks look puffy.

But things took a turn, it was about 20 minutes until the end of your game and an hour before the race started. All the mechanics were crowed around the TV watching until one of the girls in the opposing team swung their stick up, just as another tripped you up causing the base of the stick to smash into your face.

Max's hand came up to cover his mouth and 'oooooo's' flowed around from the mechanics realizing what just happened.

"Is she okay?" one of them said.

"I could hear something break!" another admitted.

Max watched as a few girls helped you to stand, but it was hard your nose was streaming blood down your face and the knock had clearly made you a little fuzzy.

Max was frowning gripping his fists as he watched the girl who hit you argue with the ref and medics who came out. She was pretty much shouting while you held your nose to try and stop the blood flow coming out.

You were escorted off the pitch and Max immediately went to his phone hounding you with messages asking if you were okay.

When that didn't work he proceeded to blow up your fathers phone who had been at the match in person and would be with you, which also didn't work.

He was so caught up with trying to get in contact with you that he didn't see Christian come up to him.

"Max?" Christian asks tentatively having heard what happened from the mechanics.

"I need to go!" Max exclaims looking up still having no word from your family on how you are doing.

"No, you need to race!" Christian says looking to his watch which showed it wasn't long before he needed to get in the car.

"I can't get in contact with her though, and what if something happens when I'm racing and she needs me!" he admits angrily raising his voice at his team principle.

"Max, calm down!" Christian says, his voice going a little gruffer.

"NO! I need to know shes okay!" he shouts and everyone can tell he's getting madder by the second. He only ever got like this when he was younger and someone crashed into him, he didn't have as well a hold on his emotions back then than he did now. But that was slowly slipping.

He was arguing back and forth with Christian until his phone rang. It was your contact number.

He didn't answer straight away frozen in shock from your number being up there.

"Schat?" he asks as he holds his phone to his ear.

"läckerbit" you tease knowing he hated that nickname.

"Are you okay?" he asks and you can tell he's worried from the tense and strain in his voice.

"Focus on the race, I'm fine and you'll see me soon" you smile into the phone making loads of kissy noises to him before he sighs nodding. You reassure him before you hang up turning to the nurse who was coming back with the x-rays of you nose.

"Yeah, it's definitely broken!" she sighs showing you making ou sigh too.

"Oooo and you have a mild concussion!" she smiles kindly making you laugh a little.

After the race and his podium, Max rushed as quickly as his jet provided to get to the hospital in Sweden you were being helped in.

He tried to sleep on the flight but was far too nervous to the point where he was pacing up and down the free walkway in the middle of the jet until the airhost made him take a seat handing him a beer to calm his nerves.

When he arrived to your private room in the hospital to see you scrolling through your phone he didn't fully take in your appearance at first.

He didn't note the greasy hair, or the bags under your eyes or the stuff helping fix your nose.

"Hey Schat!" he sighs and your head snaps up you look at him in disgust and shock.

"No! Don't look at me!" you cry pulling his hoodie up over you head and face to cover everything. And he couldn't help but laugh at your reaction. Hiding from him as if he hadn't seen you at your worst.

"Why are you hiding from me Princess" he laughs coming over and sitting on the edge of the bed after having taking a picture of your embarrassment.

"Mmmmm i look awful!" you say peeking at him through the hood.

"I think you look beautiful, like always" he grins, kissing you cheek not wanting to risk kissing your lips and numbing his nose with yours.

y/user

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y/user: This weekend in order between my hockey competition and Max’s race.

Image 1 - me and my girlie frejalarsson getting ready for battle (we had a national tournament)

Image 2 - Max at his race to me tacking a hockey stick to the face 😳 (my nose was bleeding pretty bad)

Image 3 - Max leaving after his race on Sunday to fly to me in Sweden to visit me in the hospital. (I looked awful and was embarrassed)

Image 4 - going with Max to Monaco to get cuddles from Jimmy and Sassy

It’s been eventful to say the least!

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redbullracing: get well soon y/n!

maxverstappen1: now I know how you feel when I get into a crash! Scariest moment of my life! So glad you are okay! 🥰

-> y/user: Love you Käresta 🤭🫶🏼

landonorris: get well soon y/n! Need you in the club asap 🍾🎈

-> y/user: i broke my nose Lando …

-> landonorris: so you can’t party with a broke nose? LAME!

-> maxverstappen1: I’m breaking your nose next buddy if you aren’t careful ❗️

-> landonorris: 😦

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[yanmusings]

yan!fem!barista x fem! Reader Headcanons

A/n: this one goes out to my LESBIANS SHOUTOUT TO THE LESBIANS. THE LESBIANS. /REF

Also not proofread so please ignore any mistakes LOL

Minors DNI

TWs: general yandere behavior and nasty thoughts ◇

♡Yan!fem! Barista deals with rude and stupid people all the time. But life had a way of testing her patience.

♡"I want the Daisy's teacakes & coffee with no small cakes, and replace the coffee with green tea."

♡"Ma'am, the desserts come with the order."

♡"You think I'm stupid? I know, that's why I ordered it without the desserts."

♡Yeah. You are a fucking dumbass.

♡"No ma'am, I will get your order for you in a bit, thank you for your patience!"

♡Alright. I can get through this. It's like 9:00 am right now.

♡After dealing with the customer, she hears the little ring from the door

♡She doesn't think much of it

♡Ohhh but she should have

♡That's when she hears a giggle coming from your table

♡Oh...

♡Oh my...

♡Your table is littered with open textbooks and an untouched laptop. You're sitting with your back turned to her, but she catches a small glimpse of your face with you turn to the side.

♡Focus on the coffee. Just focus on the coffee. LOOK at the cup. It's empty- Just don't be nosy. Just be normal. She's just here for some nice Cafe vibes!! That's all!!!

♡AHH but you're so pretty jffjsfjfjskdhfjja

♡"Excuse me, Miss?"

♡Good GOD you can't just sneak up on people like that!!! It's totally not because she was distracted by her thoughts

♡"Yes, how can I help you?"

♡She stops what she's doing. She turns. She looks at you. Really looks at you.

♡Your nose, eyes, soft smile?

♡It's too much for her. You're just too cute.

♡Meanwhile, you were struggling on whether to ask for one or two chocolate croissants. Would it look greedy if you ordered two?...

♡"I'll have a chocolate croissant and a latte, please."

♡Yes, say please again. She loved that.

♡"Of course. Anything else I can get you?"

♡"Uhm... actually, can you please make that two chocolate croissants? That's all."

♡"Absolutely! I'll have that ready as soon as I can."

♡Aw man she pours her heart and SOUL into making the best latte for you!(no pun intended)

♡She picks out the biggest croissants; hopefully you've had breakfast. Oh, what if this is your first meal of the day?

♡Sure enough, when you walk up to get your order, your stomach growls. And you feel embarrassed.

♡"I'm so sorry, I haven't had anything to eat yet!" You try to awkwardly laugh it off.

♡"Oh no, it's okay sweetheart! Do you want a breakfast sandwhich with your order?"

♡You can't help it. Your face flushes a shade of red and your hand goes up to fidget with your necklace.

♡"I'm not sure..."

♡You poor thing... do you need someone to take care of you? Do you need some love? Do you need her?

♡Yeah. You definitely do.

♡"It's on the house, it's okay I promise!"

♡You cave in and let her buy it for you. I mean, it's not like you could just refuse something nice like this! Plus, she seemed really concerned for you. Genuinely.

♡"Ah, thank you so much!"

♡"it's no problem, I'll have it ready for you in a bit."

♡Look at you, so kind and respectful. So mild and sensitive, too. Initially, she pushed away the thoughts of your flustered face from her mind. But she has a soft spot for the emotional ladies. You're so adorable and lovely. She needs to have you underneath her.

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A/n: thanks for reading! Will make a part 2 :)

[gunnerfc]

Consequences | Katie McCabe x Arsenal!Reader (18+)

Summary: Katie overhears you claiming to be the more dominant one in the bedroom and has to put you in your place

Warnings: semi-public sex (not the whole fic), edging, fingering (r receiving), teasing from Katie, strap use (r receiving), Katie calling r “good girl” and “slut”, strap sucking

WC: 2.7K

AN: posting this a bit later than I originally planned </3 

You were sat at a table in a loud pub with Steph, Lia, and Beth laughing at some of your teammates butcher a Taylor Swift song in a round of karaoke. Arsenal had just won the Conti Cup final and everyone decided that getting drinks and celebrating together was the best thing to do. You giggled to yourself watching Katie forget all the lyrics when it was her turn to sing, knowing it was definitely the alcohol she had consumed. 

Lia’s eye caught the love in your eyes as you stared at your girlfriend with a bright smile. “You and Katie are really cute! It’s sweet seeing how different she is off the pitch with you,” the midfielder all but shouted over the loud music. You tore your eyes from the group at the front of the room, Steph and Beth offering words of agreement with Lia.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol coursing through your veins, but you felt like being a bit messy. Perhaps scoring the winning goal was affecting you more than you thought. “Please, Katie is nothing like how she is on the pitch, you’d be surprised at what I could get her to do,” you smirked, throwing your teammates a teasing wink as you took a sip of your drink.

“That’s a bit surprising, you don’t have a commanding bone in your body, babe,” Beth laughed as she sipped her drink. You gasped dramatically at her words, earning a laugh from Steph and Lia as well. 

“Yeah, Y/N/N, you won’t even argue with a ref when you have the right to,” the Aussie added more insult to injury. You knew they were right, and you definitely knew Katie was the dominant one in your relationship, but hearing how your friends didn’t think you could be made you eager to continue the lie.

“I’ll have you three know that Katie is not the same person at home,” you huffed. While trying to convince your friends about something you knew to be untrue, you failed to realize your teammates who were doing karaoke had made their way back to the table. Others were still at the bar, chatting among themselves where they could actually hear each other.

None of you noticed the sly smirk on Katie’s face as she overheard your conversation. She found it entertaining that you thought you could be in charge in the bedroom, and it was even more comical that your teammates didn’t really believe you. 

“You good, babe,” Katie said as she took her seat next to you, a teasing glint in her eye when you jerked your head toward her. 

“Hi, baby! You sounded so good up there,” you knew she heard you just by the way she was looking at you and you knew she wouldn’t let you live it down. Katie laughed at your praises, you were in for it when the two of you got home. Though, a part of Katie wanted to tease you about your comments now, rather than wait. 

Katie waited until your teammates were distracted with new conversations before she leaned closer to whisper in your ear. “Meet me in the bathroom in a minute, love,” her accent laced with command, knowing you would listen. You nodded your head subtly as she stood from the table and headed towards the bathrooms. 

You let your teammates return to their conversations so they wouldn’t notice you were leaving the table as well. Your breathing picked up as you walked towards the bathroom, your heart was breathing against your chest as desire filled your body. You didn’t think Katie was going to be nice enough to give an orgasm so soon, but who were you to complain about your girlfriend making you cum.

The bathrooms were empty aside from the Ireland captain leaning against one of the stalls. The stall wasn’t the best size to do anything but seeing Katie’s smirk with a slight head tilt as she pushed the door in some, you didn’t care how small it was. You quickly entered the small cubicle, Katie joining you as she locked the stall, not that it really mattered. 

Before you could even plead your case, your girlfriend’s lips were on yours in a heated kiss. Your mouth moved against hers, Katie easily gaining dominance over you. You were grateful her lips were on yours as a loud moan threatened to escape your mouth. Katie’s hands held your waist tightly as she pushed you against the side of the stall. Your hands moved to wrap around her shoulders as your hips started rolling against her.

Katie pulled back when she felt your hips moving, her hands pushing you further against the siding to stop their movements. “What do you think you're doing, love,” she asked, fake confusion gracing her features. 

“Please, Katie! I’m sorry for lying to them, please just do something,” you whined lowly, hoping she would decide to be a bit nicer tonight. Katie laughed softly at your words, this was just the beginning for her. 

“Since you asked nicely,” she smirked as she moved one of her hands to the buttons on your jeans, easily undoing them without a second thought. Your heart was thumping against your chest in anticipation, waiting for her fingers to reach where you needed her most. 

You tilted your head back against the siding of the stall as Katie traced a finger over the top of your underwear leaving a blazing trail against your cool skin. You tried to jerk your hips forward but her hand that remained on your waist kept you from doing so. Just as you were about to beg again, Katie’s hand dipped under the waistband and ran up and down your dripping core.

The defender didn’t give you a warning before two of her fingers pushed into you. You had to control your volume as she moved her hand, thrusting lightly into you. Katie set a slow pace as she worked her fingers inside you and leaned forward to attach her lips to your exposed neck. One of your hands moved to tangle in her hair as she sucked harsh bruise-like marks along the side and column of your neck.

“Do ya enjoy this, you lyin’ slut,” she mumbled against your skin as kissed up toward your jaw. Your eyes rolled back at her words mixed with the agonizingly slow thrust of her fingers. You knew she wasn’t looking for an answer, she just wanted you to know your place. 

Begging for her to go fast would get you nowhere, knowing Katie she would stop altogether if you asked for more. Through heavy breaths and low moans, you focused on how close you were to coming. Katie could sense you were close, she’d given you enough orgasms to know how to read your body for signs. But she wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easy.

Just as you were about to cum, Katie pulled her fingers out of your tight cunt. You cried out at the loss of contact just as you were about to let go but Katie paid you mind as she redid the buttons on your jeans. As you opened your mouth to complain, her fingers that were previously inside you were shoved in your mouth. She didn’t have to tell you what to do as you sucked her fingers clean, moaning at the taste of yourself on them.

“Since you’re in a lying mood tonight, love, go tell the girls you don’t feel well and we’re gonna head home,” Katie ordered with a menacing smirk on her face as she pulled her fingers from your mouth. 

You didn’t speak, only nodding your head obediently. The quicker you could leave, the quicker you could get home and Katie would let you cum. Katie let go of your waist and moved so you could exit the stall first. You made your way back to the table a bit uncomfortably, you were beyond dripping and it was driving you crazy.

“Hey guys, I think we are gonna head out, I’m not feeling too good,” you spoke over the loud music, hoping you were convincing the team. A few of them made an ‘aw’ sound while others wished you well. Katie quickly waved goodbye to the team as you joined her at the entrance. You were in for a long car ride full of even more teasing.

When you reached Katie’s car she quickly opened the door for you, giving you a big grin when you got in the car. A minute later the two of you were off, heading back to your shared apartment. Katie had one hand on the steering wheel and the other held tightly to your thigh, squeezing it every so often.

“It’s not nice to lie to your friends, y’know,” the defender spoke, not even sparing you a glance. You took a deep breath as you prepared yourself for the remarks she was going to make.

“Not gonna respond, are we, love,” she chuckled as she stopped at a red light. Katie turned her head in your direction, watching your chest heave and your thighs attempting to rub against each other. She tightened her grip on your thigh, stopping you from succeeding in finding a bit of relief.

“I could,” you mumbled softly, “be in charge,” you finished with a deep breath. The lack of contact where you needed it most was getting to you and you weren’t sure how long you could last whenever Katie decided to finally give in.

Katie laughed sarcastically at your words as the light turned green and she took off. “You heard Steph if you can’t argue with a ref when you should, what makes you think you’d be able to boss me around,” the Ireland captain taunted with a grin.

You knew she was right but a small part of you believed that you could if you were given the chance. Though tonight would not be that night. The rest of the car was silent, Katie’s hand stayed on your thigh and you felt yourself growing wetter by the second.

You said a silent thank you when you pulled up to your apartment building, thankful that you were a bit closer to an orgasm. You and Katie rode the elevator in silence, both of you going over what was about to happen when you got inside your apartment. 

Katie quickly unlocked the door and you were pulled inside at lightning speed. Your back met the door roughly once it was closed and Katie’s lips were on yours once again. She easily won control of the kiss, you were too desperate to fight her. You let your girlfriend guide you through the apartment, her lips never leaving yours. 

When you reached the bedroom is when you were given the chance to breathe again. Katie pulled back from you before she all but shoved you toward the bed. “Be a good girl and strip,” her strong voice echoed around the room and she didn’t bother to watch as she moved toward the nightstand to get the girthy strap she liked to use when she deemed you to be ‘bad,’ 

You quickly got out of your clothes, tossing them wherever you could. You stood at the foot of the bed, naked and ready for the next order from the defender. Katie took her time taking off her own clothes and getting the toy situated around her hips. When she was done, she joined you at the foot of the bed while her eyes took in your naked form.

“Knees,” was all she ordered and you dropped to the carpeted floor. Katie held the toy near the end, holding it up toward your mouth and without needing further instruction, you took the toy into your mouth. 

You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked, taking the toy as far as you could before you started gagging. Katie had her hands in your hair while she rocked her hips forward, helping the toy go further down your throat. You were dripping down your thighs, and having Katie fuck your throat was affecting you greatly.

After a few minutes, Katie let go of your hair as she pulled the toy from your mouth. A string of saliva connecting your lips to the toy drew a deep groan from the woman standing above you. You waited on your knees for your girlfriend to tell you what to do before she motioned to the end of the bed.

You moved off the floor quickly as you lay on the bed, letting your legs dangle off the end. Katie used her foot to kick your legs open and you moaned lowly at the cool feeling on your wet cunt. Katie moved in between your legs and pulled them up to wrap around her waist. 

The defender ran the tip of the toy through your folds, teasingly pushing it in a little bit. You whined at the feeling, it wasn’t enough and if something didn’t happen soon you were going to cum around nothing. Katie lined the toy up with your cunt before she pushed it in, using her hips to push it further into you. Her hands held your hips tightly and she didn’t waste any time before her hips snapped against yours.

Your hands held the top cover in a tight grip, your knuckles turning white as loud moans spilled from your lips. Katie’s movements didn’t start slow, she immediately started pounding into you quickly. “Good girls don’t lie, bad sluts do. Are you a bad slut,” your girlfriend questioned as her skin hit yours.

You couldn’t formulate a sentence, high-pitched moans were too busy escaping your mouth. Katie squeezed your hips as she angled her hips slightly to hit that familiar spot inside you. A loud gasp echoed off the walls at the feeling, if she kept hitting that spot you were going to be coming soon. 

“I-I’m sorry! I’ll be a good girl! P-please let me cum,” you croaked out in between moans, tears falling down the sides of your face. 

“I don’t think you deserve to cum,” Katie said as she moved one of her hands to push down on your lower stomach. Your moans turned to cries as you felt an orgasm about to wash over you. 

“P-please, Katie! Let me cum,” you cried out as the familiar coil in your stomach started to break. You tried to hang on as long as possible, knowing if you came without permission, you were going to get punished for it.

Katie’s movements sped up as she pushed down on your stomach and held on tightly to your hip. She kept a steady pace as the sound of her skin slapping against yours and the wet sounds of your dripping cunt filled the room. Katie wanted to make you suffer for lying to your friends but the sight of you fucked out and coming was something she couldn’t pass up.

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” the defender growled, eyes locked on your face watching your expression as you let go.

Your orgasm sent shockwaves through you as your back arched off the bed and your head was thrown back. You came all over the toy attached to Katie’s hips but that didn’t stop her movements. She kept her pace the same as was determined to pull another orgasm from you. 

You cried at the overstimulation but the cries quickly turned to moans at the feeling of being full. Your second orgasm of the night hit you quickly, cum dripping down both your and Katie’s thighs. Katie slowed her movements, letting you calm down for a minute before pulling out of you completely and unwrapping your legs from her body. 

“Move up the bed and roll over, baby. We aren’t through yet,” Katie huffed out, she was going to show you just how wrong you were. 

You took a second to catch your breath before following her orders. You knew it was silly to lie to your friends over something like this but if it meant having Katie treat you like and having multiple earth-shattering orgasms back to back, then you couldn’t be too upset that she overheard you. You had a long night and felt every bit of it the next morning, but you were far from complaining about being sore.

[gpcwsl]

Okay then, i saw this on one of those prompt lists. Could you maybe do something for Lia Wälti with her saying "in case you didn't know, I'm crazy about you"?

Warnings: it’s very short, not properly read through and Jonas.

Lia Wälti x Reader: by the way…

The noise she fear’s the most in football. The painful, knowing ache in her knee. She heard it. She definitely felt it - not only in her knee but in her gut. Y/n went down, throwing her arms up in the air before slamming them down on the ground. The midfielder’s scream muffled as she stuffed her face into the grass.

Kim was the first to Y/n. Rushing over, calling the medics by the wave of her hands. More of her teammates rushed over, already fearing the worst. But, the only person she wants with her is Lia. Her girlfriend. The only reason why Lia stood still, staring at her girlfriend’s body, in agony was because - she knew. She knew what this is. Those three letters. She froze in horror. Her gaze snaps out of it when Leah pulls her along, rushing her over to Y/n.

Lia immediately kneels down, ignoring the protests with the medic staff. Wanting to with her girlfriend right now. “Baby? Love? I’m here, okay?” Lia’s voice came out halted. Her hand reaching out to grab her face. “I’m here.”

“Lia, it’s over - it’s my knee.” Y/n sobs, looking into her girlfriend’s eyes. Lia shakes her head. “We don’t know yet, okay? Let’s get you up so we can check, okay?”

Y/n nods her head, refusing the stretcher as she limps off with the help of the medical staff but also her girlfriend. “Lia, continue with the game.” - “I’m not gonna leave you-“

“Lia, we need you.” Jonas (🖕🏼) says, pulling Lia away from me. Kyra coming on for me. I send her a small sad smile as I disappear, walking down the tunnel. “Lia, focus. Focus on the game, not your girlfriend.”

Lia pulled back the urge to smack the hell out of Jonas but stops as she slowly walks back in the pitch. Kim, who sees her jogging back to her place. “He’s still letting you play?”

Lia nods her head. “Yeah he said, and I quote, ‘focus on the game, not your girlfriend’ ridiculous.” Lia says, shaking her head. Kim also shakes her head before hearing the refs whistle to carry the game on.

Lia rushed into the medic room, seeing you lying there. “Hey.” She whispers, kissing my forehead. “We won, before you ask, Alessia scored, two - nil.” Y/n nods her head, smiling a little. “Good.”

Lia looks at her leg, before back to her. “So, is it?” Y/n nods her head, tears threatening to fall.

“Twelve months. I’m out for twelve months, Lia. I don’t know if I can do it.” Y/n mumbles, looking down. Lia immediately lifts her chin back up.

“Hey, you can. I’m gonna be here the whole way, okay?” Lia says, firmly. Hold it Y/n’s cheeks in place making sure she doesn’t look away. Y/n smiles at her, grabbing her shirt to pull her in for a kiss which Lia immediately melts into.

As they break apart they both smiles at each other. Lia’s thumb rubs against her girlfriend’s cheeks. “We will do this together, okay?” - “Okay.” Y/n nods

“By the way - I’m crazy about you.” Lia says, smirking a little as Y/n rolls her eyes.

“Really we gonna be corny right now?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“But, you love me.”

“I do.”

[messydoodlesyt]

SMG4 Crew Redesigns Part 1

Finally got them done! I saw some people do redesigns for the SMG4 Crew and I wanted to put my spin on it. So far I’ve done SMG4, SMG3, Meggy, Mario, and Luigi. I'm for sure gonna do the others at one point. But it was perfect timing since I did finally finish all the arcs in order (and the important episodes in between for the most part) so I at least have some better context then all the stuff from 2022+ and all.

So first up SMG4. I’ve seen people incorporate the glitch color pallet so I tried to put a little bit on the shoes and pant legs. That and I’ve seen him associated with stars. I don’t quite understand why people do redesigns with it; maybe it’s something in an old episode I haven’t seen yet or something but I thought it’d be neat to add. Added the number four roman numeral for him too cuz it felt off only having 3 have it. Shoulder strap off cuz vibes idk.

Next up SMG3! I’ve seen so many people give him long hair/ a mullet and dammit it was just too perfect to have. That with some ripped pants and gloves and earrings to add for his redesign. And of course the overall pocket for Eggdog because yes.

Up next Meggy! She felt like the biggest change to me but I think it’s mainly the hair being the reason. Originally I was keeping the long hair, but when I was watching the arcs and saw her inkling form didn’t have any tentacle things in the back just the front (forgive me idk if that’s what those are called a barely played splatoon) so I felt like after turning human she would first have the long hair but then cut it as a way to cope if that makes sense? Idk she seemed to have struggled for some time just trying to adjust to human form and at least she would have control over her hair. Then I gave freckles which I believe her first human model design did have them but it was so faded it was hard to tell so I tried to make em a bit more noticeable (though now that I’m looking at them maybe I should make em thicker idk yet).

Now friggen Mario. Good lord he was the last one I finished and it should not have been this hard. It’s all minor changed I feel like- I tried to make him still identifiable while still having some differences like the short sleeves, belt, and patches. That and I put his signature M on the gloves too to match SMG4 and SMG3. I was struggling with the mouth (not the cursed one just normal) because sometimes it would look off. Luigi I had more of a problem with though than Mario for whatever reason; maybe it’s the mustache.

Which speaking of Luigi as the final one for the list thing. He definitely gave me turtle neck vibes so I wanted to give him that, plus a belt that has those little bag strap things or whatever you call them to hold stuff like maybe some flower seeds or whatever he needs to. And I only did one of those little drawings with a mouth but when I tried doing it for the others it felt off. Probably for future drawings with these refs I’ll add mouths or won’t depending on the mood.

And yeah those are my redesigns. Definitely wanna do the others like Tari and Saiko for example. But some I know will be tricky because I don’t really know what I could add for redesigns like Mr. Puzzles and Karen for example. But we’ll see.

Part 2 of SMG4 Redesigns

[leonenjoyer69]

Hi!!! Guess who has an AU of an AU now? Yeah, so here's the fresh Vampire Elias AU, art and vague lore! Also you can't tell me Hyde wouldn't play dress up with a vampire

I don't even remember how this idea came about, but I've been doing stuff non stop with it for the past 3 days 💀

So! Lore and details-- (also, color-pickable refs at the bottom)

Elias got turned while out walking around a park with Lanyon. The two were actually mostly getting along when Elias got attacked, and he wasn't able to really fight them off through the panic (and with Lanyon yelling in his head) so, he got turned.

The HJ7 is able to supress a bit of stuff, and basically mostly keeps Lanyon from turning (bc I say so, magic potion), but Elias is definitely still a vampire. He only has one eye that mostly turned red, on the side he was bit. He wears an eyepatch over that eye, unless he's alone or just with Jekyll/hyde where he knows they won't be disturbed. his ears pointed a little, and of course he has sharper teeth. His skin also grew a bit paler and a bit more ashy looking, and his flush isn't as strong. He's also sensitive to light, mostly in his red eye, and his skin stings a bit when he's exposed in the sun too long.

He also has a lot more control over his vampiric impulses, and for a while basically starves himself of blood out of guilt (until Jekyll and/or Hyde find out and force him to feed from them. Hyde is *very* excited to have a vampire boyfriend. He's,,, quite into it. Jekyll won't let Hyde get turned (though Elias wouldn't do it anyways)). At a point, he'd probably try feeding on himself, but quickly stop when he realizes that it makes him sick. His bat form is a little white fruit bat (or something of the sort, I just want him to be fed fruits man) ALSO, @historysphysiciann HAS SOME REALLY AWESOME VAMPIRE ELIAS ART WITH HIS LIL BAT FORM :D

Onto Lanyon, he does get a few of the physical traits, (his eyes have a slight red tint, his teeth are the slightest bit sharper, but grow a tad bit more around blood, slightly pointer ears, slightly paler skin (especially when Elias is basically starving himself), etc.) But certainly to a lesser degree than Elias. He can also still eat normal food, just has a craving for meat more. Also, he *can* drink blood for the both of them, but it's a very gross concept to him and he only has a slight taste for it, so it's still something he avoids. Otherwise, he's still mostly human, and his heart still pumps, just a decent bit slower. He gets cold quite easily now.

Elias's heart still vaguely pumps, but it's mainly because of the HJ7-induced adrenaline.

Also! Elias doesn't have a reflection any more, so he can only see Lanyon in mirrors now. When Lanyon's in control, he still has a reflection, but it's slightly blurry. He can also still see Elias in the mirror, since the HJ7 reflection and shadow thing is just like, a hallucination or manifestation of the other half.

A buncha folks on discord also made him angsty after just turning. Someone asks for directions or such and a freshly turned Elias can't control his urges, since he's freshly drained, and attacks the person. Lanyon forces a transformation in a panic, leaving the person not dead, and runs off to the society to find Jekyll or Hyde. That doesn't really have to be canon lmao, still fun tho

ANYWAYS YEAH, THIS IS NOT CANON TO THE LANYON TAKES THE POTION AU, THIS IS JUST,,, ANOTHER AU OF THAT 💀💀 for funsies 😋 also, he WILL be on art fight, as a seperate character from normal Elias :3

FEEL FREE TO ASK ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT THIS NEW AU >:33

[onelastskip]

oh joyous day, my our life now and forever mc, Rena Michou!

Just a bunch of doodles for now I'll do a full body ref and make it purettyy later, maybe… ahh side note i need to learn how to draw tam and qiu qwq something just doesn't look quite right.

and now time to ramble about her: (warning very long)

EDIT: WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME IT SAYS 8W3??? she's supposed to be a 8w7 😭😭😭

She was pretty stand-offish and cold to Tam and Qiu when she first met them, she did not like Qiu at all, from her perspective her Ma's moved her to this town in the middle of nowhere, she accidentally goes into someone's backyard (clearly no way for her to know smh) but she's being the better person and apologising only for him to make fun of her??? Terrible manners. Not only that but he's a show off and has an insufferably smug grin. Not to mention he acts like he knows everything (it's okay when she does it, she's not from a random town in the middle of nowhere).

She still lets him tag along when she goes to find the mystery air plane sender because she's nice like that (how hard was that jeez!) And while Tamarack is loud, she looks a hell of a lot better in comparison to Qiu. Anyway this goes on for a bit with her being annoyed at basically everything he does and tolerating his presence because she's nice (it's because of Tamarack and her Ma). She is however very startled when Qiu gives her the welcome note, she definitely thinks it's a prank or disingenuous, but gosh dang it, he looks so happy she's polite so she'll say thank you.

She starts liking him after the park where they race and she wins, and opposite to all her expectations - because this is something he's been most proud of, he doesn't get upset or annoyed he's even more happy somehow… And that's when she has to accept everything she thought about this guy was wrong.

Some more random stuff about her personality and yeah:

She doesn't get most jokes, and she can't tell teasing apart from being genuinely cruel which is- yeah mostly why she doesn't get along with Qiu at first.

She thrives on the challenge, she's always down to do the riskiest thing for the greatest reward, she likes beating the odds (and proving people wrong).

She places a lot of value on following rules and being polite, two things that have been repeated to her basically her whole life (because she struggled with that growing up), so now she's very opinionated/black and white about it.

She likes listening to rock/alternative music mostly, probably tries picking up the guitar in the future- she'd be bad at it.

She likes strategy and puzzle videogames, absolutely terrible at racing, fighting, and rhythm games.

She's got no problem telling someone no respectfully and doesn't like to compromise at all - but even more she hates other people doing her favours, so she takes the path of least inconvenience.

She really wants to be independent and prove she's responsible and can take care of herself, however she still really respects her Ma

She values getting good grades a lot and she's pretty advanced however her Ma didn't want her to move up grades because of her social development. She is not a big fan of this, probably one of their biggest arguments.

She wasn't exactly bullied persay- but she didn't have any friends before Tam, which is probably in part due to her prickly personality but yeah, not a big fan of people her age.

bonus ms paint scribble because she's so cool !

[pastel-rights]

{ms assistant professor! with the recent star rail short- what aeon emanator do you think you and your friends would be?}

I fucking hate this game, man. (/j)

For Tae, I feel like I’m legally, contractually obligated even, to say she’d be an emanator of destruction, since, well:

There’s just something about these damn emanators of Destruction. And being styled with white and yellow. (<- yellow is her second favorite color next to green and she’s sick of it)

I’m telling you guys, I cannot STAND the destruction. First you nearly take out the space station, then you make me feel bad for the General (that was ALREADY crossing the line, mind you.) and now, this?

Oh my good LORD, dawg, look at my emanator of Destruction!!!!!!!!!! We!!!!!!! Are!!!!!! So!!!!!!!! Cooked!!!!!!!!! Argggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’!!!!

It also doesn’t help that uh. In Honkai Impact 3rd, there’s these two herrschers. The Herrscher of the End and The Herrscher of Corruption. The Destruction feels a lot like those two Herrschers to me, and with the way the Herrscher of Corruption is related to The Elysian Realm (which is what Amphoreus is based on in part) and we’ve already seen glitches and rewind, I feel like we’ll definitely be seeing more of that DAMN Herrscher.

Oh and with the way the Eurdition is just one big computer? Nous, you would be SO cooked if HI3rd and HSR ever truly collided in any way that mattered.

Okay so, more than anything, more than ANYTHING, really, I can’t stand the Herrscher of Corruption. But, I still can’t stand the Destruction either, that hasn’t changed.

There’s red flags to it, and oh boy, I am NOT colorblind.

Anyways Tae as an Emanator of Destruction, I’m legally, morally, mentally, and contractually obliged to say that.

…

Yuu? honestly I could see them as an emanator of Akivil/The Trailblazer, but maybe it’s because I’ve always associated them with the unknown and adventure.

There’s something about them that always called for a little mystery, a little adventure, and they sure love getting themselves into trouble. Which, yeah, I can understand that. Me too me too…

Fifi… I could see her as an emanator of Propagation, to be completely honest? It’s like, rats, but instead of rats, it’s giant bugs that multiply endlessly. And we all hate to see it, and we hate to fight it even more because it’s like the goddamn hydra, where you cut off one head and two come up in return.

Klai feels like an emanator of Propagation too. And Joe.

Beth… uhhh… huh. Nothing comes from the top of my head. Like, I’d say emanator of Abundance but their aeon is a dick to the highest degree. Like, good heavens why are you such a hateful tick. Beth is like…… good abundance. Kind Abundance.

Yeah.

Pins… Pins gives off like. Not quite emanator vibes but whatever Ratio is to Nous. Anti emanator. (/j)

Four, Emma and Al ALSO all gives off Propagation vibes. Damn why are so many of you bitches giving off big bug vibes.

Screw it, everyone (but Tae) is now an emanator of Propagation! Fuck you!!! (/ref)

…

Oh wait this asks what *I* would be too, huh.

Uhm. That’s a good question!

I don’t know!

Part of me wants to say Nihility, since, well, nihilism. I’m not a very positive person in reality, I heavily border on nihilism most days so it makes sense to me????

But the other part of me likes Remembrance for myself?????? I dunno I like the way the path of Remembrance is, how it plays, what it is in concept, blah blah blah blah…….

I don’t know which one…..

I crumple into the floor face first

I probably missed some people but erm. It’s okay. I’ll be honest, you’re getting me right as I wake up so.

[vijigenshin]

This ref's details are for 18+ viewers only! The fic this is for is highly NSFW so MDNI

This ref is for my insert in the amazing @cricky-butspicy 's 'Killing You With Kisses While They Get the Knife' a FNAF DCA slasher au where Sun and Moon are humans by the names of Atlas and Soleil. Even though the author has said they have know idea where the story is going which i call BS because the writing is PHENOMENAL.

Bro (said gender neutrally) just casually wings a fic that now has 21 chapters and 161k words. That's impressive as HELL.

So uh yeah here is that drawing of my reader insert i promised you Cricky-

I accidentally made her look really sassy here, she's not she's just tired lmao

She does have Atlas' dry humor though

The back of her hair is one big time curl/drill style. I typically split the drills but I felt it got in the way of her side pony. Unfortunately the single drill doesn't come across all that clearly here

Her dress is a sleeveless baby doll dress with spaghetti straps that attach to her choker. This dress structure is my favorite of all time and is what I typically use for a casual vibe for my sonas/inserts

She's definitely wearing bloomers underneath for volume and modesty, that dress is short as hell

Probably gave poor Soleil a scare once when she casually lifted the skirt to adjust her bloomers, bro thought he was gonna get flashed

The cardigan is there because just like me she has sensory issues, and a cardigan looks better than gloves in this case

Cardigan is also good for Soleil's soul, bro cannot handle even the slightest bit of titty showing and this dress shows a lot more titty on the sides the cardigan hides. He already is fighting for his life with how low the bodice cuts, he does not need more torture.

The group dynamic with these 3 is Iris does something that gives Soleil a heart attack and Atlas laughs his ass off about it

Atlas got his red eye rights revoked so Iris gets her pink eye rights revoked, both are forced to suffer with normal brown eyes sad

I'm so glad Cricky said they view the reader insert as 5-0 to 5-2 because that gives my 4-11 ass some clearance here. I actually considered boosting her height lmao.

Now she can still suffer my fate of not reaching high shelves! Oh well that's what the boys are for.

Fr though pray for her and her walking ability-

Anyway

Painted nails!!! It felt right for the very Gyaru inspired outfit here and it feels more casual to me.

Leg warmers! They're cute!

Minors in musical theatre.

The specific combo of heeled sandal and leg warmers is unintentionally directly lifted from Stocking from Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt

One if those association things you don't recognize until later

Not sorry abt it though since the designs are different enough

Probably definitely does college choir.

[demie90s]

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@draculara-vonvamp

Dance Breakk

So i was thinking about a concept where reader used to dance or still currently does majorette or something like that and during halftime she comes on the court and just does a lil dance or maybe she does a little choreography with like 2 of her teammates after they win to be a lil funny. And in the concept that she does a halftime dance maybe she does it with a few other professional dancers or a team and surprises her whole team because they didn't know she could dance. If you choose to go the majorette dance, when we usually do dance performances we either do stands, which are tiny ripple chorography's that we do in the stands of the court or arena or we do full out half time performance's.

Again you dont have to majorette, you can do regular dance too.

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Oh boo. Don’t you know. I watch dancing dolls. Yeah. I am majorette. 😭 Ok but in all seriousness I have only watched. I have no clue what I’m writing bear with me!!

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UConn x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Dance Break

MASTERLIST | MORE

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: They knew reader could ball. They did not know she could dance like that. When halftime rolls around and reader hits the court in full glam with a majorette squad or professional dancers at her back, the team loses their minds.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Fluff, humor, team reactions, playful flex, shock and awe

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None—just sweaty palms, weak knees, and girls gasping in gay

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~0.3k

ᴠɪʙᴇ: “WHO TAUGHT YOU TO MOVE LIKE THAT?” / “Don’t look at me, I’m blushing.” / “Nah. Be so real. You did a toe touch and made eye contact with me. What’s that about?” / “I need water. I need Jesus.”

I didn’t tell them.

Not a soul. Not Paige, not Nika, definitely notKK.

They knew me as the calm one. The one who stretched in silence, stayed locked in, barely cracked a smile until the scoreboard hit 0:00.

But they didn’t know this part of me.

Didn’t know about the hours I spent in another life—on the field, under stadium lights, moving like my body was built for rhythm and heat and high kicks.

Didn’t know I used to eat up halftime shows like they owed me money.

Until tonight. I walked off the court at halftime, towel around my neck, ignoring the team’s questions when I dipped past the locker room and kept going.

“Where you going?”

“Did she forget something?”

“Why’d she bring a separate bag?”

They’re still asking when the lights drop. And then the music hits. Heavy drumline. Southern brass. That bounce.

I step onto the court in a completely different fit—custom two-piece, rhinestoned top, cut-off shorts that glitter under the spotlight. My hair’s slicked, edges laid, lashes full. And behind me? My old dance girls. Full formation. Tight. Smiling.

The crowd starts screaming before we even move.

I hear Nika first.

“WAIT A MINUTE.”

Then KK: “Is that—OH HELL NO.”

And then Paige, already grabbing her phone: “She did not hide this from us.”

We hit our first set hard. Ripples, toe touches, floor slap, hair flip—all sharp, no hesitation. I don’t even blink. My body knows what to do.

It’s hips and heels and attitude. A strut down center court, a drop to the floor, a fast eight-count of pure filth. I hit a split so clean the ref on the sideline audibly gasps. The crowd’s roaring. But I’m not listening for them.

I’m listening for the girls. For my team.

“Oh, I’m not okay,” Ashlynn breathes.

“She’s got jumps?!” Bri shrieks.

“IS SHE LOOKING AT ME?!” Paige yells, borderline hysterical.

I wink. I definitely make eye contact. Then I hit a windmill, flip my hair, and throw a little solo eight-count straight toward their bench. They lose it.

KK’s on the floor like she’s been shot.

Nika’s standing on the bench yelling “THAT’S MY GIRL” like it’s a final.

Aaliyah just covers her face and mutters, “I can’t even look at her right now. I’m embarrassed. She’s so fine. I’m embarrassed.”

The dance ends in a pyramid pose. I’m in the center. Chest heaving. Grinning. And as I walk off—slow, strut-heavy, towel tossed back over my shoulder—I glance at them one time and say:

“What? Y’all thought all I could do was hoop?”

[drowninginblox]

Mutant Freedom Now

X2 Kurt x Reader (Part 1?)

Well look at this- ya girl made one for X2! Yeah. this was mostly for a friend. Alan Cumming's rendition is alright but he's not my fav. (nothin' against the fox girlies! I got into this mess through them lmao) Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this start. Don't worry, that Bridgerton AU I started forever ago is still on my mind. I'm just having a bit of a time right now.

Yall know the drill- 2nd person POV There is a leaning towards the reader being fem Go in with the warning that there is more German bc other than the accent the writers kind of forgot that.

BTW- X2 Script for ref. It helped a bit for this fic

Stumbling into a church was the last thing you'd thought you'd do. After all, the house of god is no place for sinners like you. As if your porn addiction isn't enough, late-stage puberty gave you the gift of intuition too good to dismiss.

It's how you outed the head priest at church for being a cheater, how you found out your best friend was paid to be by your side by your parents, how you learned that the only reason you made it this far was your dear old dad's money and mommy's 'salacious acts'. You wouldn't think that cuckolding would be a silver lining. But hey, it got you into college. The sting of knowing it wasn't because of your merit hasn't gone away, yet. One day though. Once you've finished college, move on from your parents, and make it big on your own. Hopefully.

But that was not tonight. No, the mutation engine was revving, and you knew better than to ignore it. So here you were, walking around in the middle of the night, freezing your ass off because of the instinctual hunch that's gotten you this far in life. Amazing, truly.

"Miles, I have walked what damn well could be 500 miles and it still won't be worth the amount of time I have wasted. I swear to god, If this isn't a life or death situation-" You huffed under your breath. The vapor of Boston's early spring still evoked the cold.

Your feet led you to a decrepit old church. The sight made you swear as you could hear the creek of worn doors from your place on the sidewalk. "Are you fucking kidding me..." You huffed but that didn't change the tug you felt from within you. Everything about this was a screaming horror movie in the making. From the lack of light inside to the sheer size of the place. As if the religious guilt wasn't enough, the place damn near loomed over you the longer you look into its stained glass window. Forcing comforting thoughts yielded "This would be a metal place to die." and "I wonder who's smoking in there." Yet the tug didn't yield. In fact, it felt stronger the more you lingered. Sighing through this was the only thing to do now as praying to a god you didn't believe in would be something you wouldn't forgive yourself for.

So you pull out your aunt's walkman as a last-ditch effort of comfort. "Let's see what I'm gonna be murdered to..." You mumbled. A click of the tape yielded Lucy and The Sky of Diamonds. Not the worst choice, but definitely not the best. You couldn't be bothered to fast forward as the cringe was the best distraction you're gonna get from this Friday the 13th looking set up. Another puff of warm air goins the cold as a sigh breaks away.

Each step to the cathedral felt like a herculean task. Past decisions and questions of what waited for you weighed you down yet the tug persisted to the point of pulling you to the ominous doors. "Hail Mary, full of grace- tell me what's behind door number one!" You huffed. The door opened with your heave, groaning at your assault. "I do not get paid enough for this," You wheezed from the exertion. A slew of coughs followed suit after the greeting of dust and the smell of age met you with open arms.

Clearing your watering eyes allowed a sense of relief. The interior wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. Abandoned pews, a central aisle, and a makeshift stage/alter area were all there was to this place. At least on first viewing. in your books, it was always good to be met with nothing in the beginning. That leaves just enough time to brace for the trainwreck. Aside from that, it wasn't a bad place to hang out if mold or rats hadn't made themselves at home already. "Okay..." You mumbled as you looked around. Hesitation crept in but was squashed with a defining step. Then another, and another, until the next thing you know, you're a yard inside the house of god with nothing but the highlights of the Bettle's high-life ringing in your ears.

You could only mumble along to the chorus as you took a more thorough look around the place. "Lucy and the sky of die-monds..." You tried to dance a little to ease the tension and make yourself laugh, the trick allowing a small smile to creep along your face. Once the pews were searched, you looked out to the greater church. Another daring step inside startled some settled pidgins, making you wince. Metal creaked from somewhere you couldn't see. A sense of tension you chose to ignore hung heavy in the air. "If anyone is there," You spoke, your voice getting a little louder as you continued into the darkness "Know I'm not here to hurt you. And... whatever is going on, I'm not gonna call the hog-squad." You chuckled a little only to bite your lip in embarrassment followed up by clarification "Th-the cops, I mean. I'm not gonna call them." You hold up your hands hesitantly. "I-I'm unarmed too... if that helps." Something in the back of your mind screams to turn around and run, yet you remain planted in your spot as a groan echos. "Steigen sie aus. Get out."

The voice only yields a raised brow. "Gesundheit?" You offered as you lowered your hands. A sound resembling a puff of a noise comes from nearby. "Geht! Ich bin ein minion des Teufels!" You turn only to see nothing. "Huh?" Another alien sound follows from another direction, followed by another and another. "Dude, I just wanna talk! That's it! I can't leave until I do!" Another sound follows and you just sigh as a string of what you assume to be German follows. Rather than indulging the stranger, you just wait him out from a nearby pew. Sitting and praying to yourself that they speak something you know. "As if the walk wasn't exhausting enough." You mumbled before closing your eyes.

Eventually, they take the hint, quieting down before another poof of a noise can be heard from overhead. You open your eyes to be met with stark yellows. "Are you done yet?" You call. From what you could make out in the darkness, they seem to cock their head. "Do you understand English?" There's a beat of what can only be apprehension. "Listen, you don't gotta come down. I just wanna understand why I'm here... Because, well, I was willed here. And since I'm tied to the plot, I can't leave." You urge. "I've walked all the way from UofB, I am operating on a Cup of noodles, and I haven't had a good day. Please, for the love of all things holy and non, cut me a break man." They gauge you for a long time before speaking again. "It's not that I don't want to talk, I just don't want to scare you, fräulein." You could only sigh in relief. "Is that all?" You joke. Somehow, you can see the glimmer in his eyes. "Dude, I walked in on my parents. I've seen hell. It can't be worse than that." There's a slight scoff from above.

"How about this, we talk somewhere where you are comfortable, face to face, and I keep my eyes closed through all of it." You offer with a shrug. "Or we can keep talking like this. I'm not opposed to height differences." There's a simple chuckle. It's short and small, but light and fluffy. For some reason your heart stutters.

"You... you promise to close your eyes?" You cross your heart. "May god strike me down for wronging you in his house." That eases him as his eyes get closer. "Then... close them." You do so, and the next thing you know, the world is nothing but darkness.

The poof of noise sounds off in front of you, making the temptation to open your eyes greater. Yet you are in a place of hope and a in situation built on trust. "Do you mind if I touch you?" He murmurs. His accent laces through his words in a way that makes your ears warm. "Um- yeah, sure." Your compliance is met with nimble, shakly hands on your upper arms. If the uncertainty of his actions wasn't made clear enough, his voice was a dead giveaway. "S-stand up..." You do so and he leads you out of the pew. Once out in the aisle, his touch leaves your shoulders for a few moments. "I..." He starts only to sigh and mumble something you couldn't catch. "You can take my hand if you want."

The offer is met with tense silence. Minutes never felt so long. "I-if you wish," He murmurs before taking your hand. Warmth, immense and comforting warmth came with his touch. It was muted by your layers, but here, flesh to... what could only be his flesh. his hand felt a little leathery... was plentiful and overwhelming. You had to fight a smile. "Alright, we're going to be side by side... It isn't a long trek." He assures. The nervousness in his voice was chipping away. "Okay, then lead the way, oh' man of mystery." You muse. You hope that the warmth in the air was from his smile. Or maybe those bright eyes crinkling.

Each step the pair made echoed along the walls of the sanctuary. Uncertainty dripped down your tightening throat, but there was solace in the mutual feeling. His grip on your hand seemed to squeeze every so often. It was getting to the point of discomfort actually. "Um... I'm Y/n L/n." You eased. When silence followed, you clarified intermixed dissipating nerves. "Th-thats my name. Just so you know." A deep breath followed an equally nervous olive branch. "Kurt Wagner." There's a smile in his voice as he follows up in a smaller but more enthusiastic tone. "But I was once known as 'the amazing Nightcrawler'." You smiled a little "You sound like a showman." He chuckled meekly. "Once upon a time, I was."

"Oh? What... well, what-" "Made me homeless?" He finished a bit dryly. "I was going to say 'in between places', but why aren't you out there?" He sighs before a hushed confession "I... I don't know. I wasn't aware of myself. M-My body I mean... Gott, das klingt wahrscheinlich verrückt…" He mumbles as his grip on you loosens slightly. You offer a squeeze. "How so?" Your pressure is returned after a moment.

He sighs "I don't know how, but I awoke in a place far from my home. I tried to look for help, but I couldn't. My body was acting on its own and I couldn't fight it. I-I almost did something awful." He admitted. "Here, watch your step liebe," He murmurs "We have some stairs." It took a bit, but you found yourself traversing the stairs easily enough with Kurt as your stabilizer. "Thank you." You mumbled. "It truly is no problem." He assures before muttering something under his breath.

Silence blankets the stairwell other than the obvious steps and the lingering coo of pigeons. "Hold onto the wall for a moment," He advised. You do so as you hear him step away, followed by the creak of metal hinges. "Another room?" You offer. "My own, yes." He returns to your side and guides you into said room.

It's warmer. "You have excellent decor." You note as he lowers you into a plush seat on the ground. "Why thank you I-" He pauses at the realization you still had your eyes closed. You chuckle at his lapse. He takes it well. "Oh, du bist so ein Komödiant. I'll give you that one, that- that was good." He admits softly as his voice moves around the room. You swear you can hear a smile in it. You meet it in kind. "I try."

"Now," He sighs as you can only assume he's also sitting in front of you. His voice was closer now. "You wanted to speak with me?" You nod as your hands find each other. "You said you couldn't control yourself from doing something terrible. I think I may be here to help you." His voice lowers to match the gravity of the question. "How so?"

"I... I think I'm like you. I think I'm a mutant." There a soft scoff. "Well, what is your gift?" You sigh "That's the thing, I don't fully know. All I know is that I get this feeling that's like a tug on my chest or hand or... of whatever part of my body is closest to the place I need to be and I... I just follow it." There a hum of sorts, laced with understanding and curiosity. "And what is to happen if you don't?"

You can only swallow as the memories run your throat dry "Bad things." He remains quiet, which you consider a blessing. "I see." He eventually says. The wind blows through somewhere in the room, making what hair flow with its will. "You are very forthright," Kurt mumbles. "Where I come from, that can be a blessing and a curse." You laugh through a huff. "Most of us only live once, 'better to get on with the bull and just rush in."

His silence is deafening.

"So,... am I not going to see what you look like?" He sighs "There's nothing worth looking at here." You scoff and wave a hand, making contact with worn leather. "Hey!" "Oh shit- Sorry!" You mumbled. He sighs "I cannot fault you for that. We are cut from the same cloth in a sense," He breathes with an air of humor. "Prone for the dramatics as you say..."

"You didn't answer my question." Again, he sighs "You won't like what you see..."

"Who said that?" There is another pause "Promise not to scream?" He murmurs. "I'll do my best, but I can't control my reactions, Kurt." He sighs and starts to mumble in a cadence you recognize. "Vater unser, der du bist im Himmel, geheiligt werde dein Name. Dein Reich komme...Dein Wille geschehe wie im Himmel so auf Erden..." You sigh "I'm opening my eyes." He seemingly pays you no mind as you act on your claim, opening your eyes to witness him.

You've only heard of blue people from the conspiracy theorists at your high school and college, so seeing one in person is a bit of a surreal experience. The warm light of the candles gives him an ethereal glow, highlighting the markings along his body . "Oh wow..." He looks up to you, fear and pure anxiety mixing with the gold. His lips purse to the point of trembling. "You're a site." You say gently with a smile you can only hope doesn't come as forced. He only looks away. "You don't need to be kind to me." He murmurs. "Why shouldn't I? You're-" "The 'Amazing Nightcrawler'... a freak of nature and expert acrobat." You roll your eyes and swat at his forehead. "Hey! Wofür war das?"

"I might not have practiced the good word in a while, but last I checked hatred isn't permitted in the house of god." He winces a little. "Corinthians 6:19 und 20… Oder wisst ihr nicht, dass euer Leib ein Tempel des Heiligen Geistes in euch ist, den ihr von Gott habt? Ihr seid nicht euer eigen, denn ihr seid um einen Preis erkauft worden. So verherrlicht Gott in eurem Leib.“ You cock your head. "English please?" He glances at you before looking away. "You are right, liebe." You smile a little. "I hope liebe is a point of endearment." He smiles up to you nervously. It's kind of cute. "I assure you, it is."

From his left, a small dove coos before hopping to his side. He smiles before petting the peaceful creature with a finger larger than its head. "You don't seem like the monster everyone thinks you are." You murmur. He looks up from the bird to you, his smile faltering for a moment before warming with realization. "Well, you'd be the first."

"But not the last."

[salt-clangen]

Been looking back on some moons to relearn some characters, and I'd love to know more about Lynxdawn's litter! I always feel like I forgot who's who's, especially on their designs. Luckily they've been appearing more in the recent moons but I still get confused from time to time.

Anything about their specific traits, relationships with everyone/cats their particularly close with, what their current role in the clan their the most interested in, etc.!!

Ypu obviously don't have to answer all, I'm just curious to know more about the little babies of the clan ^^

Yeah I can absolutely go over their profiles, I don’t think I ever posted their reff pics before.

So from left to right it’s youngest to oldest:

Sandkit, Coralkit, Kelpkit, Dropletkit.

Let’s start with Sandkit, she’s a very excitable kit and has adapted well to clan life. Despite being in the same litter, she’s definitely the runt, much small than her siblings even now that they’re eating cooked meals several times a day. She eats so much Lynx was worried she had a parasite, anytime a loner or kittypet joins (basically anyone who was out of clan territory and eating raw prey) they get dewormed and cleaned for fleas to help avoid a clan wide infestation. So the kits had already been wormed and bathed (most hated it lol), but Sand got two more doses of dewormer (a powder made of fennel seeds) bc of her appetite and slow growth. But turns out she just loves to eat and is a short lil lady. Sand plans to be a warrior and greatly admires Wolfstar and Snowspeckle. She’s impulsive and noisy, but well meaning, she can get ahead of herself a lot. She enjoys moss ball hunting and most physical games. She has a hard time focusing without some sort of visual stimulation.

Coralkit is a bit of a busy body, she loves watching others work and gives her opinions freely. She comes off as bossy, and she is, but she’s very in tune with other’s emotions. She is very observant and knows most of the adult’s patterns so she can tell when something is off. Some cats think she’s nosey, but she’s very sweet about wanting to help. She’s not sure what role she wants to apprentice in, she thinks she’d like to be a warrior or perhaps a camp keeper. She’s noisy, bossy, and can’t sit still for anything.

Kelpkit is very polite and quiet, but bring her some gossip or even just an update on one of the other clans and she is living. She’d love to meet Rosedrift and just listen to that cat yap. It’s not even mean spirited, most of the time, she’s a gatherer of information. She spends most of her days following her more extroverted sisters around, playing games with them, or spending quiet time with Droplet. She likes to ‘play artisan’ which means making a mess with the one muddy spot in the camp, she makes mud pies and grassy wreathes that she decorates with pebbles and feathers. She’s gotten into trouble for sneaking supplies from Snowspeckle’s craft corner. No one was surprised when she declared that she’d be an artisan.

Dropletkit is a funny girl, she’s got her mom’s flighty behavior, loner life would suit her. But she’s also a sentimental girl, she wants to stay close with her sisters and mom, she wants to love clan life. It’s hard for her though, she’s just a nervous kit, it’s ingrained in her bones. She spends most of her time watching, she’s observant like Coral, but where her sister is doing it subconsciously to be aware of other’s struggles…Droplet is doing it to predict if a cat is gonna hurt her. She’s mildly paranoid, but has some self awareness, she knows to an extent that the clan is full of kind cats who won’t hurt her or her sisters. But there’re times she gets panic attacks bc a warrior picked her up or Wolfstar spoke too loudly. It takes a long time for her to trust others but Lynxdawn has earned it. She doesn’t know what she wants to apprentice as…part of her wonders if she’d even make it as an apprentice.

And for funsies, here’s a ref for their parents! Their mom Sadie and dad O’Malley.

Sadie is very lean, which Droplet and Sand take after, while O’Malley is a plump fluffy kittypet, Coral takes after his body type. Kelp is a bit of a mix between the two, though her coat was more like Sadie. Sand is light tan like her sire, but her sisters are a bit more dark/greyish. Coral’s coat pattern and color are from her paternal grandmother while Droplet’s brown is from her maternal grandparents.

Sadie was a loner at heart, she liked being alone for the most part, though she’d stay with a one or a small group of cats occasionally. But she was always roaming and didn’t really have a plan for her life beyond traveling. She was a decent hunter but when she got pregnant and to a certain point she couldn’t hunt anymore and not to mention it was leaf bare. After birth her paranoia went through the roof, she didn’t trust anyone and refused to bring her kits to a twoleg or kittypet for fear they’d be taken away. She died of starvation after arriving at the abandoned nest, she likely didn’t even realize she was on clan territory in her weakened state.

By contrast O’Malley had an easy life, he’s likely still alive, but it’s anyone’s guess where he lives. Sadie would only vaguely remember spending sometime with him for maybe a moon or two before the itch to disappear got to her. O’Malley doesn’t know about his daughters or Sadie’s demise, though he does remember her fondly. They had fun together however brief, he would’ve liked her to stay with him but she was too flighty and left when he proposed the idea. His kits inherited his fluffy coat and agreeableness (aside from Droplet lol)

[xoxojunene]

oml ur account is so aesthetic ?! what ?!

anyways i was wondering if u could write sbg ( main six or js tyler and aiden, wtvr works for u :3 ) with an asthmatic reader?? i recently got diagnosed with it and i js want smth silly to read 😭🫶🏻

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a/n : TYSM??? I TRY SO HARD TO BE AESTHETIC AND I ALSO HAVE ASTHMA SO I LWK GIGGLED! <3 + this is my first time writing like for anyone else... also my first request I feel like you are my first born or smth and sorry this was so late I've been busy with track.. 💔

۶ৎ Tyler Hernandez & Aiden Clark with asthmatic reader

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♡ . — 𝐓yler Hernandez :

It was nothing new, running from phantoms as routine. This time it felt like you were running for what seemed like eternity. As you tried to keep up with the others and away from phantoms, feeling the burn in your lungs as you sprinted. Even after you stopped, inhaling and exhaling, there was still an ache. You're breathing still heavy, quick paced, wheezes sneaking in between breaths. Tyler seemed to notice, being an athlete and all he knew something was up, no one in tip top condition should be that out of breath long after they've stopped.

You didn't notice when you started coughing, that raised concern in Tyler, “You alright?” You want to say yes, not to draw attention to yourself but even an idiot could see how that was a lie with the way you were breathing. “I'm fine, just my asthma.” You replied, as if it was something to brush off. Tyler furrowed his brow “Is there anything you need…?”

“Uh, my inhaler, maybe? It's in my bag.” Tyler searched through your bag for your inhaler, handing it to you, watching every move, from inhaling, holding and exhaling.

“Thanks.” You said offering an appreciative smile. “No problem.” Tyler replied nonchalantly. “Little tip for next time, when you're running breath in through your nose and out your mouth while running, it'll help prevent you from hyperventilating.”

♡ . — 𝐀iden Clark

You all were hanging out at a park downtown, one with a track surrounding the field. Aiden being the person he is, challenged you to a race. You wanted to beat him, why wouldn't you?

Lining up at the start, you had Taylor be the ref, “On your mark, get set, go!” Sprinting as fast as you can to get around the track before him. You had a good head start until your lungs caught up to you, the difficulty to breathe becoming an obstacle. You try to keep a strong finish, but your legs are giving up, and the air feels sharp.

You got to the end, wheezing and sighing, as an attempt to get oxygen to fill your lungs. “What's wrong with you?” Aiden blurted out between little breaths for air, “I have asthma, and I feel like I'm gonna die right now.” You said, short of breath. “Oh, try square breathing, yeah?” Aiden suggested, which was not a bad idea, considering you left your inhaler at home.

You nodded, agreeing to try it, having some knowledge of how it can help with anxiety attacks, so you'd assume it could help with asthma. “You know how to do square breathing, right?” Aiden chirped, with a snarky look on his face. “Obviously, I know what square breathing is.” You remarked, gaining a chuckle out of him. “In for 4, hold for 4, out for 4, hold for 4.” And you do exactly that, deep breaths in through your nose, holding and breathing out through your mouth.

“Better right?” Aiden asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Definitely. That wasn't a terrible idea. Thanks Aiden.” You replied cheerfully, gaining an enthusiastic smile from Aiden. “Anytime. Anyway, Taylor, show us the times, I wanna see how much faster I am.” Aiden shouted out with a cocky smirk and all you could do is roll your eyes

[glacias-transformers-blog]

A scene from my long dream last night. Night Terror was just so happy to be there that Optimus had to cover his mouth while he was explaining the mission. Night Terror kept saying how happy he is to be included asdfghf Yeah idk why he was orange in my dream! But it kinda slaps! (Full color ref and dream under cut)

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I was my OC Night Terror but I was with the Autobots and I was so happy. The Autobots and the Elite Guard were on a mission and I was there too.I thinknI saw Jazz. I definitely saw Blurr. But I mostly saw Sentinel and Optimus. Idk what the mission was. Saving people or something. And I contributed nothing useful but I was still so happy to be there fhdhfhf. At some point we went to sleep and Optimus was still working and he was a but loud. I couldn't sleep so I went to him and noticed Sentinel trying to sleep and getting increasingly more angry because of the noise and I was like "Look, this guy is about to be big mad!" and moments later the started complaining to Optimus about the noise so Optimus loved away from him a bit. Sentinel then fell asleep on the floor **and his snoring was so loud he was now the nuisance** djfhfhf. I walked around some more but saw that Optimus suddenly had red eyes and I got so scared I ran and flew away (coward moment) bur I ran through a parking lot where Lockdown was hiding in a bush and he captured me. Idk, the dream then reset and I was back with the Autobots. When it was time to go home from the mission I was like "But that was so much fun! We have to save more people!" (as if I contributed anything useful fhfhfh I didn't) but we all then stayed. And I got increasingly annoying with my enthusiasm. Optimus literally had to hold me back a few times. Because we were suddenly in a toy store and I was so excited and about to run off he literally carried me back by the back of my neck and then put his arms under mine (idk how to explain) to hold me in place. None of that was violent btw. He did that all patiently and I was just so happy to be there. Ndjdhfh then later when he tried to explain the new mission I couldn't even shut up about how happy I was so he just covered my mouth with his hand until he was done explaining shdbdhfh It was amazing.

And that's not even all! I mist have been dreaming all night. Maybe I remember more scenes!