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[radioactivespacebug]

Mary Moonward, Pollination Technician [though she would call herself a botanist]

(Character Music)

[passthepittcola]

teen stan in drag, with a few fords and a carla mccorkle or two! under a cut simply because some of it is a little more suggestive :).

based on this post (link) and this post (link) from @fordlee !

^ this is more of a little comic, while the bottom two are more stand-alone :).

[pet4u]

i have a strange superiority complex while beif the absolute fuckin worst what is this 。which is serious ly fnny LOUD correct buzzr bcs im stupid nd also crazy insecure 。i hate when ppl do better than me n love it when they dont 、、

[hivechose]

OH MAR

[allensugasano]

Haven't devilmaned here in a bit but whenever people draw ryo (all versions tbh) in like revealing flashy outfits its always SO bad looking like he rocks the weird ass purple corset in the ova but at least give him some grace

[atherea]

hello artfighters,,, it's that time of the year again

low-key wanna update the icons to look more cohesive looking but I haven't even finished the refs yet & might add more later lmao

[twotimefromforsaken]

I want Jax kinda thinks she's just super shy and sweet, then she smiles when derenged and they are sharp and he....

well idk how he'd react specifically, but he would react...

As much as I wish he was nice to everyone ,him just being an absolute menace is so funny to me. i feel like if he saw pomni going insane he would just HAVE TO .,make a joke out it. Like 100%.!!!!!!!

[b-aeysia]

Same outfit, different day💕

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[enhaflixer]

dom bf!jay x fucked outf!reader - jay pounding into you so hard ENHA HARD HOURS (18+ MDNI)

Jay is relentless.

You don’t even know how long he’s been fucking you—all you know is that your body is shaking, your throat is raw from screaming, and your mind is so fucking gone that you can barely think. Every thrust knocks something loose in your brain, every snap of his hips sends you spiraling into something filthy and overwhelming, every word from his mouth makes you burn.

And he’s still not done with you.

“You feel that?” he grits out, slamming into you so hard the headboard slams into the wall, your body jolting up the mattress with every brutal thrust. “Feel how fucking deep I am?”

You nod, or at least you think you do, but it’s not enough for him. It’s never enough for him.

“Say it,” he orders, his voice low and rough, dripping with something dangerous. His fingers wrap around your throat, just enough to make your breath hitch. “Tell me how deep I am while I fucking ruin you.”

“F-fuck—Jay, you’re—” You can’t even get the words out before he pounds into you again, forcing another wrecked scream from your throat.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” he growls. “Can’t even talk, can you? Can’t do a damn thing but lay there and take it.”

His tie—the only thing left on his body—dangles between you, and before you can even think about it, your shaking hands grab at it, yanking him down until his forehead presses against yours.

“Fucking desperate,” he taunts, but his voice shakes, like he’s just as wrecked as you are, like he’s holding on by a thread. “So fucking needy for me, you can’t stand it, huh?”

You can only whimper, body arching, legs shaking from how deep he’s splitting you open, and Jay fucking groans, his fingers digging deep into your hips, hard enough to bruise.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he pants, his voice drenched in lust. “Taking it so good. So fucking tight, baby, fuck—”

You feel lightheaded, your body overheating, your brain melting into pleasure so overwhelming that your eyes blur completely. Your nails sink into his back, dragging down hard, and he hisses, rutting into you even harder.

“Fuck—fuck, baby—” His voice catches, his pace going messy, and you know he’s close. “Shit, you’re—” He grits his teeth, forehead pressing against yours as he slams into you harder, chasing his own high.

“You gonna let me fucking come inside you?” His breath is ragged, his voice a low, desperate growl. “Gonna let me fill you up, baby? Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect—”

You nod frantically, your whole body tightening around him, and Jay loses it, hips snapping into you, pace completely brutal, his breathing stuttering as he finally lets go.

When he comes, he lets out a deep, filthy groan, head dropping to your shoulder, fingers digging into your skin, his whole body trembling from how hard he’s fucking finishing inside you.

For a second, neither of you move.

Then he lifts his head, smirking, and thrusts into you again.

Your whole body jerks, a sharp gasp leaving your lips, but Jay just grins, dark and satisfied.

“Yeah, no,” he murmurs, rolling his hips slowly, watching the way you twitch under him, still sensitive, still wrecked. “Not done with you yet, baby.”

And then he starts again.

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Davbid Tennant at Florida Supercon 13.7.2024 talking about what is his most favourite and least favourite Crowley's outfit. Also mentions what he might have nicked from the set :D.

Fan: My question is: what's your most favourite and least favourite outfit to wear as Crowley?

David: Whoa. Most favourite? Least favourite's the armour. Not because it wasn't brilliant, but have you ever worn an entire suit of armour?

Int: I was gonna say it's probably just heavy.

David: It's horrible, I don't know how you fight a war in that. It's just a lot. It takes a long time to get into, and it's very uncomfortable. I mean - I love that we got to do it, but I was very glad it was one scene. What's my favorite? I'm not sure. Probably... yeah, probably one of the sort of standard outf- no! I know what it is. It's the sort of very chintzy kind of shell suit. When he goes up to Heaven and he turns into this kind of... I don't know what... I don't know where it I'm even... I don't even know how I'm describing it... It's a kind of awful 90s leisure suit in gold and white. That was my favourite, for sure.

Fan: It was your own hairband or was that from costuming?

David: It was not my own hairband. No. But I may have nicked it.

[cutiecusp]

Call me.

John Price x XXX phone operator.

Tw. Talks of smut, feelings. MDNI.

A military life was a lonely one. Especially if you aren't married. The nights you weren't deployed often means losing yourself into alcohol or something else to take the edge off, and after a few weeks of being snapped at, Gaz had had enough.

"Call this number, Cap. Work out your frustrations." He says, placing a business card down on John's desk.

"There's a few girls to choose from. Maybe you'll come back from leave in a better mood, eh?"

......

A few days into his leave, John finds the business card tucked into his jacket. He pulls out the card, the plain logo giving nothing away.

Sighing, he puts it on the coffee table. What kind of man would he be to call up a girl and practically beg for sex? Was he that desperate?

As the evening wore on, and he had a few drinks, he felt more bold. Glancing over at the card, he picks up his phone and dials before he can stop himself.

A rich, honey toned voice takes him through the motions, connecting the call to you.

"Hello there." You purr on the other side.

"Uh, hello." John gruffs, before taking a swig of his glass.

"And how can I help you tonight, handsome?" You continue, your voice a soft balm over him.

"I don't know, this isn't something I've ever done. I was recommended to you by a friend." John closes his eyes. How desperate did that sound?

"Well, I'm glad you called tonight. What's your name, sugar?" You ask.

"You can call me John." He decides, no code name, no rank, just John.

"And what do you need from me tonight, John?"

"What do you mean, isn't it obvious?" He says, shifting in his seat.

"Not everyone calls for the same reasons, John. Some like to fuck, others talk." You supply, a smile forming on your face.

"Although, I'm not quite sure what you are doing here, you have a lovely voice, John. Commanding, powerful." You add.

Heat rises up John's neck, he wasn't used to being complimented, and he wasn't sure if it was your voice, or the alcohol, but he felt more relaxed than he had in a long time.

"I. Uh, I need to get some frustration out, apparently." John replies, his voice deep and low.

"I can help with that. Where are you now, John?" You ask softly.

He glances around the room, should he tell the truth, or-

"I'm in my living room, my favourite armchair."

"I see, and what are you wearing, John?" You ask.

"Surely I should be asking that." John laughs, a little more bold than before.

"I could lie and say I'm in stockings and silk, but you seem like the type of man to appreciate the truth. I'm in an oversized tee and some pyjama shorts." You admit.

He hums, a vision of a pretty girl in an oversized tee and short shorts on the other end of the phone, talking to him, making him feel relaxed turns him on a little.

"Appreciate the honesty. Jeans and a plain tee. I wanted to be comfortable."

He hears you laugh down the phone, and it jolts something through him. He wants to see you laugh in person, see what you look like when you're talking to him like this.

"Appreciate the honesty, John. Now, I gotta be honest. Our times nearly up for tonight. And I am probably breaking all the rules, but I'll give you my extension number. I'd like to hear from you again."

He pauses. He lost track of time, and that's something he never does.

"I'd like to hear you again, sweetheart." He murmurs, not willing to let the call go, just yet.

"My extension is 141." You supply. "Take care, John." And the call disconnects, leaving John alone in the living room again.

He stares at the phone in his hand. Does he call now? Does he wait until tomorrow? He throws back the last of his drink and grabs his keys. Maybe a walk will clear his head.

As he head out of his apartment, he's almost knocked to his feet as a body rushes past him carrying a laundry basket.

"Sorry! I have to get there before they shut!" A voice calls from the stairwell, a glimpse of an oversized tee whipping around the corner.

That outfit... that voice...

"No worries, love." He returns with a smile before following you down the stairs.

Things have just got a lot more interesting..

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[honeydippedfiction]

I'm baaack! You did amazing with our diva Joe, so can i request 26 from the established list with J Herbo? -🐯anon

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#26. Eagerly watching you hold a little fashion show after coming home from shopping.

Justin Herbert x black!femreader

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Justin was sprawled across the sectional couch, a half-read playbook resting on his chest, though his eyes hadn’t scanned a word in over twenty minutes. He’d been checking the time every five, drumming his fingers along the armrest, listening for that one particular sound—the jingle of keys and the soft creak of the front door swinging open.

When it finally came, a slow smile spread across his face before he even opened his eyes.

There it was. The door latch clicked, bags rustled, and her voice—warm, light, the sound of his entire day shifting into color—carried down the hallway.

“Babe?”

His girl was home.

He was already on his feet.

“In here,” he called, trying—and failing—to sound casual as he padded barefoot across the hardwood floor.

She walked in, radiant in that effortless way that made his chest ache. Her curls bounced with every step, freshly coiled and glossy, the scent of shea butter and something faintly floral dancing around her. Her nails flashed a new polish—soft rose gold that caught the light when she waved. Shopping bags dangled from her wrists, but it was the glow in her smile that really knocked the air out of him.

And she looked damn good. Always did.

She didn’t even get a full sentence out before Justin had her pulled into a hug, burying his face into her neck like a man who’d just come back from war. She laughed again, this time just for him, soft and full of affection, tugging at his curls with one hand while trying to balance the bags in the other.

“Girls’ day was successful, clearly,” he said, grinning, leaning in to kiss her before she could set the bags down.

She laughed, looping her arms around his neck. “It was,” she said. “We did brunch, got our nails done, and then—look at all this stuff. We hit up three different boutiques, Justin. Three. My bank account is crying.”

He chuckled and tightened his arms around her. “And yet I guarantee every single piece in those bags is worth it.”

“Oh, you don’t even know,” she teased, stepping back with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I got a few things I know you’re gonna like.”

“Yeah?” he said, brow raised.

“Yeah,” she said. “Come on. I’m doing a whole show.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

She grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the bedroom, the kind of playful tug that always made his heart beat faster. Their fingers laced easily, like they were meant to stay that way. He followed her like a puppy, completely under her spell, a man with no resistance and no interest in pretending otherwise.

The bedroom was already glowing with late afternoon light filtering through sheer curtains, casting golden lines across the bed where she dropped the bags with a dramatic sigh.

“Front row, Herbert,” she said, pointing to the edge of the bed.

He sat, long legs stretched out, palms resting on his thighs. “Ready when you are.”

She disappeared into the closet, the door swinging half-shut, and he waited with a quiet sort of anticipation. The kind that buzzed in his chest, a low hum of want and affection and maybe something deeper—something that made his throat tighten.

The first outfit was a silky two-piece set, flowing and soft, the color warm against her skin. She stepped out barefoot, hands on her hips, posing like she was on a runway.

Justin’s mouth parted, slow and silent. “Damn,” he said, voice low.

She grinned. “That good, huh?”

“Baby,” he said, leaning forward like he couldn’t help himself. “You look… I mean, I already knew you were fine, but that? That’s lethal.”

She struck another pose, making him laugh, then turned and disappeared again.

Outfit after outfit, she emerged—each one more showstopping than the last. A denim jumpsuit that hugged all the right places. A flirty floral mini that made him actually mutter a prayer. A bold, form-fitting dress in deep red that had him gripping the bedspread like his life depended on it.

And each time, the same routine: she’d come out smiling, confident, radiant, and he’d sit there, heart thundering, utterly captivated.

“You’re taking this a little too seriously,” she teased after the fifth look, watching him adjust how he was sitting, his hands clenched between his knees.

“I’m trying not to fall off the bed,” he shot back. “You look like you walked out of a magazine. I’m not built for this kind of pressure.”

She laughed again—loud, genuine—and shook her head, turning back into the closet for one last outfit.

The final piece was the simplest of them all—a soft, oversized hoodie that hit mid-thigh, paired with fresh white socks. She walked out with no theatrics this time, just her and that natural beauty that always undid him the most.

There was nothing casual about how he looked at her. It was reverent. Like he couldn’t believe she picked him. Like he was still trying to wrap his brain around how he got so lucky. She could walk in with a garbage bag on and he'd still be staring like it was Paris Fashion Week.

“You like this one?” she asked, pulling the sleeves over her hands.

Justin stood before he even realized he was moving. Crossed the room in three steps. He didn’t say anything at first—just cupped her face in his hands and kissed her like she was the only thing tethering him to Earth.

When they pulled apart, he leaned his forehead against hers.

“You really liked it all that much?” she whispered.

“Liked it?” he murmured. “Baby, I’d sit through ten hours of you trying on socks if it meant you smiled at me like that.”

She smiled again—soft this time, the kind of smile that said she saw right through him.

And maybe that’s what scared him and thrilled him the most.

He was a quarterback. He’d trained for pressure, for chaos, for the weight of games on his shoulders. But this? Being loved by her, watching her exist with so much light and confidence and laughter? It undid him. It rewrote every rule.

He was down bad. Completely. Unapologetically. And if this was what it felt like to fall—hard and without a net—he hoped he never hit the ground.

[idleoblivion]

"Shopping Spree" Crewel x GN Reader

Synopsis: Your professor finally takes you on that shopping trip he promised, and you get more than just new clothes.

Part 1 Part 3

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: I can't explain why I am so down bad for this man but here I am with more smut of him. Let me know if I should make a part three, cause I'm definitely considering.

Warnings: Teacher/student relationship, gn reader, shy/nervous reader, semi-public sex, dirty talk, overuse of the word 'puppy', oral sex (m!receiving), masturbation, praise kink

You sat completely rigid in the leather seat of his red sports car. You shifted a bit, not uncomfortable from the seat but from this trip already being such a large departure from what you’re used to. A part of you felt like you were sullying the whole car by even being inside it, looking very pedestrian compared to the driver next to you.

Crewel clearly preferred to dress formal and polished even on his days off. Over his outfit he still wore his signature coat, fluffy and luxurious as ever. When he picked you up, he had laid out the plans he had for you today. He was taking you to a luxury shopping mall, where you could buy almost anything you wanted. The only condition was that every outfit you tried on you had to show him for approval. His justification was that he couldn’t let you walk out of the store with something that didn’t flatter you..

“If you’re going to be my puppy, you’re going to have to dress the part.” He had said to you earlier.

He pulls into the parking lot and you’re immediately struck by the grandeur of the building. It looked even larger than the malls you were used to, and even from outside it radiated an air of expensiveness.

He opens the door for you once the car is parked, and puts his hand on your lower back as you walk beside him. He guides you towards the entrance of the mall and you step in together.

The inside of the mall was incredibly intimidating. Every store in sight has windows filled with products you couldn’t dream of affording. You repeat a question you had earlier to him, with newfound concern at your surroundings.

“You’re really sure I can get clothes here? I would’ve been happy with a regular mall too.” He tsks at you, “Yes, I am sure. In fact I insist, because I won’t have a puppy of mine running around in clothes unbefitting of them. And there will be no talk of the price either, that isn’t for you to worry about. No more yipping, follow me. We’ll try on some things in here first.” He pulls you into what would be the first of many stores, and you start browsing their selection with him.

---

You had been shopping for more than three hours now, and you were a bit overwhelmed with everything you had gotten. You left every store he brought you to with at least one bag of new clothes, which he carried for you. 

True to his word, he made you show him every outfit you wanted to buy. Almost all of them he approved, sometimes adding something or taking just one thing away, but he hadn’t outright refused anything you picked out. What caught you a bit off guard were all the outfits he picked. You knew he’d probably be giving you suggestions, but weren’t expecting him to pick whole ensembles that he demanded you try on. They were all very much his aesthetic, elegant black and white pieces with an occasional hint of red. He looked extra pleased after you would try those on, and ended up buying every single item he had picked out for you. It wasn’t a big deal, if letting him choose some things for you was the price for a whole new wardrobe, you didn’t mind at all.

You were finally at what he promised would be the last store. You actually didn’t see much that you liked, but he had found a few things he wanted to see you in again. The salesperson brought you both to a fitting room in the back and left you there. The room was decently large, with a few different places to hang your clothes and a stool. You resumed the pattern you had both established; He would hand you an outfit, you’d show him and he'd give his judgment, he'd hand you another, rinse and repeat until he was satisfied. 

You stepped out of the room to show him the latest choice. He pondered for a second before giving his thoughts.

“Hmm…It fits your body very nicely, and the colors look great on you. Yes, we’ll get this one too.”

You smile at his compliments. You go to reach for the next outfit he has in his hand, but he doesn’t give it to you. He steps past you and makes his way towards the fitting room.

“Um…what are you doing?” “I’m coming in with you. This one has clasps in the back you’ll probably need help with.” He pushes through the door and waits for you to follow. You hesitate, but after a pause you enter anyway.

He stands to the side and starts preparing the outfit for you. You wait for him to turn or face away from you, but instead he looks right at you expectantly.

“Well?”

Realizing what he means, you slowly start undressing yourself. You feel his eyes staring holes into you the entire time, watching every movement you made and looking your body up and down. Once you’re down to just your underwear, you nervously turn to face him again. You expect him to hand you the clothes to put on, only to find they’ve been unceremoniously tossed onto the stool. He steps toward you empty-handed, and you have to fight the urge to back up a little.

He places his hands on your sides and holds you in front of him. He leans down to kiss you, gently at first, but increasing in intensity very quickly. He bites your lip which makes you gasp, and uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands start sliding lower down your body, and you push at his shoulder to get him to break the kiss. He pulls back, looking somewhat confused.

“W-we, we can’t…there’s people here, and the worker might-” “The worker won’t bother us in here, and the only other customers were all up front. If anyone came back here, we’d hear them. Nothing bad’s going to happen, puppy, not when you’re with me.” He presses his lips to your neck and starts sucking lightly, then moving to kiss along your collarbone. His hand trails upwards to fondle your chest, and the heat in your body becomes unignorable. You stifle a moan as he leans to flick his tongue over your nipple.

“Professor…” you whine meekly. The sheepish tone in your voice makes him groan.

“Do you have any idea,” He starts between hot kisses to your skin, “What you’ve been doing to me all day? Looking so cute in everything I put you in, being so good for me…”

He stands straight again and eyes you hungrily. “You like being good for me, don’t you puppy?”

You nod rapidly, but he shakes his head back. “Words, puppy.” “Yes professor, I like being good for you.” Your face is burning, but you make yourself say it anyway.

He reaches for his belt and starts undoing it. “Then get on your knees.” You obey and sink to your knees in front of him. He grabs your chin and tilts it up towards him, smirking at your doe-eyed expression.

“Keep your hands on the floor, no touching. Do you understand?”

“Yes, professor.”

“Good. Stick out your tongue.” He holds your chin still while you put your tongue out. He frees his cock from his pants with his other hand and taps it on your tongue a few times. You don’t break eye contact, knowing you’d probably be scolded if you did.

“Now open that sweet little mouth for me, puppy.”

Again, you obey, and he slowly puts his cock in your mouth. You suppress the urge to gag as it reaches into your throat slightly and he holds you there. He curses at the sight of you taking him in all the way.

“Fuck puppy, you’re good, so good for me. You’re gonna let me fuck that pretty face, right?”

You manage a small, choked “yes, professor” around his cock, which is all it takes for him to start fucking into your throat with fervor. Tears start welling up from his pace almost immediately. The fat tears rolling down your cheeks only make him rougher with you. You want to press your hands against his thighs, but you keep them on the ground like he instructed. He keeps praising you all through it, telling you how good you’re doing and how perfect you look like this. It makes you press your legs together and squirm a little on the floor, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Are you feeling needy, puppy?” He pants as he keeps thrusting into your mouth. “You can touch yourself if you need to, I give you permission.”

You take him up on that immediately, and reach down to play with yourself. The stimulation plus the almost feral look on his face has you moaning around his cock now, bringing him closer to the edge.

“Be good for me and swallow it puppy, and show me when you’re done. Fuck, that’s it puppy-” He continues to ramble as he approaches his high.

With a loud groan he finally cums in your mouth. He holds your head still while he does, and you do your best not to choke while you swallow everything he gives you. When he finally lets you go, you sputter for a second trying to catch your breath. Remembering his commands, you look back up at him and stick your tongue out again, showing you had left nothing.

“Good fucking puppy…” he pulls you up from the floor to kiss you again. He holds you close to him and you shakily grab him back. “Did so good for me, so good.” His praise again has you writhing in his grasp.

“Professor…” You start whining again with a slightly hoarse voice, “I-I, I need you…touch me, please?” “Hmm…no, I don’t think I will.” You look up at him wide-eyed. Was he seriously going to leave you so worked up like this? “B-but, you said I was good! I was good for you, right?”

He chuckles at your obvious desperation. “Yes, you were puppy. But I think we’ve spent too much time in this fitting room already. So we’ll pick up where we left off back at my house, alright?” That stops your thoughts in their tracks. “Your house?” “Did you think I was taking you back to that destitute dormitory of yours? Of course not, you’re spending the weekend with me and I’ll bring you back Monday. Plus there are a few…extra gifts I’d like to give you there.” His eyes turn a bit dangerous once again, and he smacks you lightly on the ass, making you yelp. He laughs and lets go of you, turning to exit the fitting room.

“Get changed, we’ll get something to eat and head there after.” Once he leaves, you stand still a bit in shock at your situation. The whole weekend, with him? If this is what he would do in a dressing room, what would he do when he had you alone at his place? The thought made heat start pooling in your stomach again.

Snapping out of it, you hurriedly get dressed again and make yourself presentable. You try to calm your nerves, reminding yourself that you still need to act natural while you’re at the register with him. After a few deep breaths and a final attempt to fix your hair, you meet him outside the room.

“Ready to go, puppy?”

“Yes, professor.”

[redfirefox-55]

Alright instead of doing my homework I will attempt to put my thoughts in a coherent order and explain my off the strings AU (which I’ve given the super long name the Picking up the Pieces AU)

Uhhh just wanna warn you that it’s not super well thought out and it’s purely for self indulgent fun and for me to play with character dynamics and personalities and relationships and such- try not to take it too seriously lol

The main story happens decently post Rivulet campaign and well before Saint’s campaign, but the AU really starts wayyy back right before Hunter’s campaign.

Basically No Significant Harassment had just sent Hunter off to deliver his care package to whatever is left of Moon, and he’s left losing his mind since after Pebbles closed access to his and Moon’s area NSH can’t send an overseer to make sure his messenger even arrives at all (feat some stupid doodles I did to go along with it lol)

And in his desperation, a frankly stupid idea pops into his head.

Obviously the very idea of removing a crucial piece of an iterator’s body and expecting it to be able to continue to function and even travel long distances is logistically shaky at best, and even if it did work would essentially lobotomies their intellectual capacity.. but as things were, if NSH had to choose between living out his days as he was, but without Moon, or live as a fractured version of himself with his best friend.. he had to at least see if it was possible.

If it was possible though, it would no doubt take ages to figure out and make all the necessary preparations, ages which NSH was worried Moon didn’t have.. so he decided he needed help. And who better to help him than the person who has already shown they would research radical and dangerous theories about iterator body alterations :)

I do plan on making a little comic of this conversation, but I’m too lazy right now-

At first Suns is absolutely NOT on board with this idea. They already feel like they’ve basically caused the death of two iterators already, they don’t want NSH of all people to be added to that, but NSH is not dissuaded by their words at all and basically tells them that they can either continue to mope about their previous mistakes or continue to work on fixing it, and if they don’t help him he’s still going to do it anyways. So eventually they fold and agree to help. Besides, it would give them a chance to right their wrong and apologize to Pebbles.

A very long time skip later, turns out even with help this project would take years.

(Also if anyone was hoping I would go into detail about how they even make it possible, I am currently not gonna do that. I feel like I’m not clever enough to really come up with a convincing way for an iterator to literally detach a vital part of themselves without triggering a taboo.. and it’s just a self indulgent little fix it story, not meant to be taken too seriously :P)

By the time Suns and Sig finally have everything prepared for their plan, the iterator population is in pretty bad disarray. The equipment to communicate with one another is eroding, and by this point many iterators are completely radio silent, and a few of the older unluckier ones have even begun collapsing.

This does make the choice of detaching your puppet from your structure easier, because it’s clear that only a matter of time and every iterator will just collapse and be left completely alone in the silence of their structure.

NSH decided that he would detach himself first, and walk all the way over to Suns’ structure, then they could both make the trek to Moon.

Before he does that, NSH broadcasted all the files of the project out, just in case anyone is still around to use them..

The journey doesn’t go as smoothly as he would have preferred.. traveling isn’t very easy it turns out since their puppets aren’t meant for standing let alone walking or running (they definitely end up making and using tools to make getting around easier. I plan on explaining their equipment and outfit changes and stuff later-) but he survived and then they both set off to Moon and Pebbles’ area.

Thankfully there aren’t many animals outside of the iterator areas due to how freezing cold the world is, so all they really need to worry about is the terrain and the weather.

Meanwhile the siblings are not doing very well. This is post Rivulet (rip Ruffles though.. unfortunately there are no slugcat companions in this au…), and Pebbles’ structure had just collapsed very recently by the time Suns and Sig make it to their area. The siblings had already made up by this point and were keeping in contact before the collapse.

Moon was planning on sending her overseers out to see what was left of him once the rubble settled a bit, but she was currently mourning her brother and didn’t notice the two rouge iterator puppets making their way through their facility grounds until they reached her chamber

I plan on making a little comic for this too but here’s a cute little thing I made-

(Iterators can’t actually cry but shhh it’s for dramatic effect let me do what I want-)

I just know their reunion is precious. NSH is so thankful that Moon is actually still functional, and working better than he expected even thanks to the rarefaction cell! Best friends reunited after years apart.. She probably thought she was going crazy at first though because how are these two just standing in her chamber-

So at this point NSH’s plan has worked almost perfectly and he has done everything he set out to do. He’s definitely not pointedly ignoring the existence of someone he has been slowly building resentment for over the past however many years. (They have a complicated dynamic which I will definitely get into later..)

Yeah anyway there’s no way Moon and Suns are leaving without Pebbles.

So whether NSH wanted to or not, as soon as Moon got the hang of walking around the three of them headed off to what remained of Pebbles’ structure. Probably the worst place anyone could go honestly, especially with the walking skill level of a toddler.

Somehow miraculously they survived the trip there, they got lucky idk but yay reunion time!

At that point Pebbles had already resigned himself to his fate, sitting in a pile of rubble with his broken chamber around him for eternity. He definitely thought he was losing his mind when the other three suddenly show up..

Anywayy this is the point where I don’t really have too much of a story planned out! The four of them will probably end up traveling a little before setting up a base somewhere as they get used to this new state of existence. I guess a lot of post apocalyptic slice of life stuff? lol if you wanna call it that maybe. Idk! Just a lot of getting used to living together, and getting over past issues. Lots of fix it stuff

It’s a WIP obviously- but this is at least the beginning main plot beats ^ ^

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I might be soooo late. Did you ever talk about the bts Ryan gave in his insta story with his flannel and the color of it being RED!!!!!

Hi, I didn't want to talk about this because at the time that video drops I was extremely annoyed because there was a very intense wave of people critisizing everything I said and then there was costume to analyze and suddenly it was all "Anna what does it mean" and I was feeling petty, but I'm in the mood to talk about it so let's go.

First of all, things note, it a red shirt with a red plaid overshirt.

@stagefoureddiediaz has talked extensively about what plaid means overall, I'll link her post about stripes and check here if you want more detail, but simplyfing it for the purpose of this post, it is about an internal turmoil for the characters.

But let's talk about the red and Eddie. A while back I offered the theory that the show might've been using red tones for Eddie in a similar way that they use green for Buck (you can read that post here, but ignore my questions about the bachelor party at the end because I forgot to consider the way their outfits are costumes so different rules), because the green is about a lot more then breakups with Buck, it's his something is wrong color.

Why do I think that they use red with Eddie and something being wrong? Well, Eddie doesn't wear red a lot. But here are some highlights (I'll talk about the others in a bit because that part is a lot more speculative), when Lena takes him to the first fight, kickstarting the fight club era, when he's talking to Bobby about the fight club and the Shannon of it all, when Chris leaves and the conversation with Chris that eventually kickstarts the move to Texas, and the meeting Kim arc, specifically when he's daydreaming a fake memory of Shannon and lying to Buck about being with out with Marisol and subsquent date.

So red ends up highlighting moments Eddie is not feeling in control. That paired with the emotinal turmoil attatched to plaid, makes that outfit interesting AS FUCK.

Plaid is attached to Texas with Eddie, we see it in the begins episode, we see it again in 8b, we also see it occasionally in the beginning of s2 when he's settling into living in LA.

All scenes that involve Eddie struggling with the situation he's in. And also a bit of Eddie's struggle with balancing what he thinks is best for the people around him and what he wants.

Attached to it all we also have the buddie parenting maroon. (Meta and the blue and red and parenting here), so, playing it safe, I'm assuming this outfit is gonna play a part on Eddie talking to Chris about coming back to la.

But let's face it, none of you is here to ask about me playing it safe with the colors. So let's expand.

The first date with Ana, Vanessa, AND Kim feature Eddie in red. Which can be very 👀 if we look at it in the sense that Eddie thinks dating is performative (and that he is queer). I personally don't believe Eddie is strictly gay (I think he believes he was in love with Shannon and that's what matters in the end) and I don't want the show to touch demi Eddie with a 10 foot pole, and I do think Eddie thinks the women he chooses to date are interesting in some form and he believes he can fall for them but ultimately can't because he's already in love with Buck. And I could put my personal bias aside and do the easy thing and say that the red here can be playing a part on his need for control and it being about maintaining the illusion of heterosexuality.

But either way I don't think he is conscious enough of his sexuality for me to truly make this argument, but it could very much be a representation of how the perfomative aspect of dating makes him feel like he's not in control, but if I wanna play in the sandbox that the red in his first dates can play a part on the overarching arc surrounding his queerness and Eddie trying to force himself into relationships because he wants love and thinks this is how he's gonna get it, the red in that outfit could play a part in the same thing if we place it in a space of Eddie being forced to accept he can't force it to happen. He is who he is and who he is is a man in love with his best friend who happens to also be a man.

Because another scene Eddie is wearing red is the conversation about the shooting in 612.

At this point, I think that the argument that Eddie had his oh moment during the shooting is no longer all that valid, but Imma be so real, I love the idea of the red here being about Eddie actively repressing what happened during the shooting so he doesn't have to confront what it means to him and the complications of being forced to talk to Buck about it. Time will go by, this scene will never be addressed, but dear God, Ryan played this scene with such a specific shift on Eddie's body language that I cannot be convinced that Eddie wasn't lying and there isn't more to what he knows about that day. And I love playing in the idea that he was lying because he can't admit he loves Buck at that moment because Buck didn't need the truth about what happened, he needed the hope that he would feel alive again.

So delusionland spec here, the red + the plaid could play a part on Eddie grappling with the depth of his feelings for Buck and his sexuality as a whole.

I think that's all. As always, if you read this, I love you.