#spell showcase

[wishchip106]

i’ll never get over this poster i found a while back cause like wtf is even happening lmao 😭😭

it’s not even the whole cast either like where’s angel, darwin and alex lol

it’s so silly and it really just show Erik Lehnsherr does NOT ❌ know how to pose HAHAHAHA he’s literally this emoji:🧍‍♂️in nearly every photoshoot he’s in

apart from like the ones where he’s got his arm up and doing what a magnet does best but like still 😭😭 is there a lesson on how to pose for this man to take

do not hire him to be a model (nude or otherwise) he’ll just 🧍‍♂️ his way through it

anyway yeah just wanted to show off this picture i scroll by everyday when i look at my first class photo album lmao

[valeriefauxnom]

A Collection of Minor Dragalia Theories

1: Some inspiration for Wyrmscale was drawn from tuberculosis.

Wyrmscale frustratingly was talked in minimal frequency for something that has supposedly haunted the royal family to a known degree. What little we do have on it says or suggests this:

-It produces exceedingly durable dragon scales over the afflicted's body

-It is invariably fatal (provided one not get possessed by a literal creator deity)

-It is only known to occur in the royal family's blood (though it is unknown whether it truly is family-exclusive or if any of the exceedingly few dragonblood lines that may have survived could also pick it up). Overall uncommon but it's popped up enough to be a known phenomenon.

-It seems to produce internal damage to organs, based on Phares' comments:

-By implication, it's not infectious, as there is 0.000 isolation or hesitation between Phares and any other sibling when it comes to interacting.

-A common sentiment of wyrmscale is that it's just 'trying to turn you into a dragon' but fails in the face of the weak human body.

-This isn't immediately connected to it but I figured I'd throw in the fun fact that in Japanese, it seems to be more literally called 'dragon scale - itis'

But how does this connect to tuberculosis?

I'll start with a more casual link that I still find interesting: Tuberculosis, among its names, has been known as 'the White Death' - which to me instantly calls to mind Phares' ivory scales.

To actually start digging in the weeds, though, the disease is predominately one that affects the lungs. It's especially famous for producing the ~dramatic bloody cough~ we all see in media.

And lo and behold, as I just displayed above, Phares does indeed have it!

Now, wait, you might be saying, TB is infectious, having caused epidemics aplenty, and you're correct!

...However, there's also another wrinkle to this: most TB cases never 'bloom' into its full potential and instead just kinda quietly sit there.

As a matter of fact, in 2023 it was estimated that 1/4 the WORLD'S population 'had tuberculosis', either its active or latent form. Even if you focus on a country like the US, there's still 5-10% of people that have it.

So who knows if wyrmscale could be contagious? It might just have a particular quality to it that is only really able to take root in dragonblooded bodies, and even then, it could be that the rest of the fam caught the latent version since there's a high enough percentage of people who just never develop active TB.

Ignoring the infectious matter, there's more that I would like to bring up: the surrounding culture of TB.

'Culture' is a strange word when talking about a disease that for a long time was very deadly with no cure possible, but there was! Tuberculosis was a disease that was also called the 'romantic disease', and was at one point portrayed as a sort of 'cool' thing. It's the whole 'pale skin, delicate soul' vibe that caused this, though it also has been attributed towards supposedly making one smarter/more creative especially re. the arts.

Funnily enough, this whole thing was sort of a flip-flop from previous portrayals of it as a poverty disease. But that's not relevant.

The point I'm trying to make here is that TB for a while had an idea of it being this ~noble disease~. And while we don't exactly get Public Opinion 101 regarding most the royal family, they don't exactly seem to fear or otherwise have a negative opinion of him for his disease or otherwise, which, ya never know, may be partly informed by the idea that it's a 'cool noble one' instead (and even more literal than its real-life counterpart, as dragon scales are admittedly cool). People can get mean about uncontrollable things as it is, and for a family that's already held up as special because of their dragonblood, it would be easy to see how they could have pivoted to view wyrmscale as a 'mark of disfavor/poor character/etc' in another world.

Theory 2: Euden, in a somewhat vague way, could be considered a fiend.

Ah, Euden, and your complicated creation process. What are you? Human, a god, human god, demon, amalgamate of baby blood...etc etc?

However, I believe that you could argue that Euden's overall 'presentation' to the world in a broader sense is that of a fiend instead of 'just a human'. How so?

I'd like to take a small detour to canon, and this line in ye olde Dragalia lore when they were first trying to drip Da Lore on us:

So fiends in general were portrayed as generally drawn to it, created from it, bad stuff happens yadda yadda yadda. It also is very harmful to humans and dragons alike. See all the void dragons and everyone generally stress everyone has to get moving whenever it gets too thick.

You might already be looping around to the Euden-Morsayati thing, and you're absolutely right, but that's more the 'why' of 'why I think you could consider Euden to have the traits of a functional fiend'.

A bit less concise a theory title, but hey.

First, I'd like to pull out this moment from ch.5. Mym's feeling bad vibes, Ranzal and Elisanne, both very strong themselves are feeling very poorly... and Euden just never really seems to be bothered. He's just chilling.

Now, it's not like Euden is immune to mana shenanigans. He's just as easily knocked down a peg from things like Sophie's story, where mana being off makes everyone miserable for a little while.

But, generally, from what I can dig up... black mana doesn't really seem to get him complaining. In fact, we saw it as a plot point several times, between him just chilling in Lefkos' ruins and later in an area absolutely packed with black mana:

He's more upset about the fact he's going to be eaten by a black hole than any black mana (understandable). By all indications, even before Da Lore developed to say he's immune, Euden just didn't really care about it.

However, I'd like to suggest a particular moment in ch.13 as another 'hm' moment.

They address this more as 'artificial mana' but I'd like to point out that it's not 'just' artificial by implication - it's able to corrupt Poseidon into Void Poseidon, implying that it is at least somewhat tainted with black mana.

And here Euden immediately keys onto it, and in contrast to Ranzal's heeby-jeebies, instead wants to go to it. Or, maybe one could say, drawn to it in the same manner that fiends are? It could be a thing that he's tried to suppress since black mana has been drilled into his head as 'the thing to go away from as fast as humanly possible', and how weird is it that he wants to go to it instead of running away with his friends? Better to just resist the urge, he's not a bug that needs to go to the light, and his friends are struggling already, he's not going to insist they risk themselves more.

Jokingly, I could also suggest that this is the source of his unstoppable ability to just find danger (whether that's fiends finding him or him finding fiends)!

'Now wait', you might say, 'fiends are those weird hooded creatures or manticores and stuff, not humans, even if they can be sentient. Plus, since they're Bad Vibes manifested, all the mana sensors in the gang could Sense him'... but we do already know of at least one exception: Mei Hou Wang, who is perfectly humanoid in appearance. It takes Cleo making a dedicated effort to deduce that he's 'not human', and even then, she can't conclusively ID him as a fiend.

All he registers is 'weird', to say the least. Which, you guessed it, we've several that suggest Euden just 'feels weird' too, mana-wise. Granted, some suggestion for that is that his mom is haunting him, but whether it fully explains the weirdness several register regarding him is unknown.

As a final little thing for this theory, I will also throw in the pot that fiends and black mana seem to be 'frenzy-ing' in nature. Driving dragons and humans mad, becoming crazed themselves, yadda yadda... Heck, even Beren, who we know is a human constantly inundated with the stuff, seems somewhat impulsive and driven by any whims of his. This, to me, intersects with Finlorda's vague words of warning regarding Euden, that he feared Euden going berserk.

You could interpret this as though he feared that the Other's demon flesh would make him a 'true fiend' in behavior to match the material he was made from. In a broader sense, as I've long argued on here, Euden is... not fully stable, mentally. And while that part of him ultimately stems from the way he was raised and how he thinks of himself, if he's a 'fiend' in a technical sense I'm sure that doesn't help regulate him at all.

This combines into the vague picture that Euden, a person whose physical form is predominately made from Morsayati, a demon overlord/fiend, may possess more than just an immunity to black mana but an outright compulsion as the 'real things' do, and potentially shares their capacity/inclination to go berserk.

Theory 3: They(tm) were thinking about maiming Leonidas at least a bit post ch.12

'They' being the dev team and more specifically the writers.

Why do I think this?

It stems from the overall vibes I pick up from a mix of the story and art. Of course, there's no smoking gun to confirm anything, as is the case with the other little mini theories here, but hopefully you can see where I'm going with this!

It starts with the heavy stress that Leonidas was just wrecked by the end of ch.12. He's wounded enough that Euden immediately flips his mood from 'I need to beat you up' to 'I am concerned for your life' once Phares shows up.

The next piece to this puzzle comes in his later meeting with Chelle. She stresses how injured he was and how bad she was expecting him to be.

Gala Leonidas' lines, when combined with this, paint the broader narrative that Chelle personally ferried his gun to him in this visit.

In short: she understood that he was injured enough to render him more or less defenseless from his typical means of sword and shapeshift, and likely was intending to supplement her brother's capacity to defend himself in his infirmity.

Even for whenever Ilia shows up after, he's still wounded enough for a wide scope of them to be clearly visible to her, and he's overall maybe a bit less sharp than normal, getting surprised...

...And Ilia able to incapacitate both his guards before he so much blinks.

So, obviously, whatever injuries he had weren't just for show, and did affect him in the days and weeks after the fight even in canon, but Leonidas largely seems to convalesce more or less entirely.

Here's where we loop around to the why I think that wasn't originally the plan!

A big part stems from this draft artwork for him in the songbook, of all things...

Pardon the poor picture but between the scan and the texture on the image itself, it's... tough to find anything better. But from the start of them, there's a clear pattern of his right arm being... oddly emphasized, with his mismatched black sleeve until it got phased out for his B design.

I'm also noting the small detail of him holding the gun in his left hand, instead of the right. It could be just artistic choice to show the details of his right, I can't say for certain. Heck, even the asymmetry could just be more 'Japanese artists love asymmetry'.

But something about it to me just feels... off. Like the black seems to extend past the arm onto his chest, where it almost vaguely looks like there's a gap in the coat. Maybe, if so, to allow a less-flexible arm through if he can't quite manage the sleeve?

Even more unlikely related, Euden also does generally seem to have/like having a tighter undershirt on underneath the main armor/outfit he's wearing. See his default art or even just 'Unexpected Requests'. The former, it also seems to be a one-sleeved thing to match with his higher amount of armor, implying it maaaaay be just a cultural tradition thing for what to wear under armor in Alberia. My probably-incomprehensible mind connects the two- Leo's wearing a black sleeve seemingly underneath the main coat that -> is that what would be his 'under armor shirt+sleeve' -> ...that he's now unable to fully cover up because whatever injury makes him incapable of fully dressing in his overcoat and is just using it as the 'good enough' coverup?

Like I said, this is high-level nonsense and projection, but in some wild world of mine it makes sense.

This is all speculative, but more concrete 'hm' material in his drafts can be found in this drawing:

Aha. Again, nothing concrete, but something between these drawings, between the artist(s?) playing with an eyepatch for him or the weird shirt-sleeve thing he was wearing in his beta designs, makes me seriously wonder what was going on.

Add in again all the extra notes and drama about him being so injured, etc etc, and I can start to see a thread forming: Leonidas might have been originally planned to be at least a bit maimed!

As a final note to this, note his sudden disappearance in canon for a long while after 16. 16-~24, he's content to be what I call jokingly Euden's secretary, instead directing Ilia and Emile to Euden's location instead of doing much himself. As if he's not fully up to his previous capacity to start causing problems, either because he's still in a long recovery or just flat-out not able to go out as much anymore and kill stuff.

He's overall relegated to filling this role in the story, as depicted with my microsoft-paint memery skillz:

In fact, you could almost think that the devs just weren't... intending on him being a problem again, despite his still-contrasting beliefs with Euden. Or maybe just unable to immediately create massive drama for round 3. I could see Leonidas pulling a 'wow Euden nice to see you're back but you see here your kingdom is also kinda mine now? I never said I'd give it back... ok now join me or die' whenever Euden came back, disabled via injury or not. By then, he could've had time to plant seeds of defenses/discontent with Euden+puffing himself up or other strategies to ensure Euden can't take back his kingdom, too.

Honestly, I could've seen that being a fun/interesting plot. Leonidas, just as potent a threat to Euden, but now has switched his means to Euden's, turning Euden's advantages against him. Words or violence, Leonidas will have his way!

Ahem. This is getting long, so I'll cut it off there, but yeah, something about his overall treatment in the post-12 canon world reeks of something to me, that they were thinking of more permanent consequences for Leonidas' fight. Which, too bad! The siblings as a whole probably ought've been a bit more maimed in true throughout canon. They seemed afraid of that or the wider fear of killing them and taking their pieces off the board, as we later see with the Gala!Zethia copout there with her now being 'blind'... and also having no problems in Bondforged, which in retrospect kinda adds to argument with Leonidas.

In any case, I do hope that these little theories have given someone more to chew on regarding Dragalia and its lore!

[steph-anie723]

wait have I ever told you guys about how during my school lunch periods I’d use my time to just type and color code the entirety of Hamilton (from memory too btw the grind was REAL) 🤑🤑

(yeah my friends were all on their own Chromebooks listening to music on noise cancellation mode so I couldn’t really talk to them) <- this was around the beginning of the year tho 🤗

[ravioliravioliravioli]

"Their only problem right now is their lack of sleep"

April softly says to Casey

Anyways,,,,Au turtles for 40th !!!

[plutosmusicbox]

Album Showcase:

I Put a Spell On You- Nina Simone (1965)

Contributing Artists: Nina Simone

Release Date: June 1965

Genre: Jazz, Vocal Jazz, Blues, Pop

Runtime: 34:21

Personal Favorites: I Put a Spell On You, Ne Me Quitte Pas, Feeling Good, You’ve Got To Learn

[prentissluvr]

tw long rant and swearing!

hey!! if you don't like something i wrote! shut the fuck up and move on!! thanks bye!! no hate is tolerated on this blog :)))

i don't care if you don't like the way i characterized someone in my story!! shut up and get a better hobby than hating on something someone has spent hours creating and pouring love into and accusing them of hating one of their favorite characters because you think that the fic they wrote FOR FUN and NOT FOR YOU is bad characterization/makes the character flawed in a way that you don't like because you have a poor understanding of what makes fanfiction fanfiction (and also humans human tbh lol). sure, they're maybe more flawed than in the actual show, but THATS THE FUCKING POINT OF FANFICTION!!! IS THAT ITS NOT A REAL PART OF THE SHOW!!! AND ITS WRITTEN!!! FOR FUNNNNN!!!!! AND NOT FUCKING FOR YOU AND YOUR FUCK ASS OPINIONS SPECIFICALLY!!!!!!!! and if you think it sucks, i don't care!! you are entitled to your opinion!!!! hate it so so so much but get the fuck over yourself if you think that telling me it's horrible and unrealistic and somehow creating a bad wrap FOR MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IN THIS SHOW is somehow a meaningful usage of your time or gonna get me to delete the fic or stop liking it or stop promoting my own hard work !!!! i'm proud of the things i write and nothing will ever change that. i hope you know what a shitty shitty shitty (and embarrassing) thing it is to do to leave a whole paragraph of hate under someone's hard work just because they interpret a fictional fucking character in a way that you don't like. genuinely genuinely get the fuck over yourself and find a better way to spend your time than caring more about fictional characters than real life people.

[dragotale78]

DID ANYONE ELSE SEE THAT NEW SEGA TRAILER???!!!??!? I THINK WE MIGHT BE GETTING A SEGA RENNEISSEANCE LIKE THE JET SET AND CRAZY TAXI VIDS ALONE??!!!??? AND THAT SHINOBI VID I MEAN COME ON

[starvoidsailor]

It took her quite a bit to master any kind of combat abilities, given her occupation as a servant before, but White Magic and communing with the Elementals came quite easy to Hikaru. Some of her friends joking had she been born to Hyur parents in Gridania she may have become a Padjal.

[noita-digging]

Unstable Crystal

Durability Test:

Max Durability: 10 (Dense Rock) Radius: 30 pixels Mana Cost: 20 mana Soft Material Efficiency: 45 pixels squared per mana Danger: Unsafe explosion damage, and fire. Uses: 15 Examples:

Unstable crystals have a deceptively large radius. Which only seems smaller because it does so little damage to durability 10 materials as can be seen with the rock in the 2nd gif. One of the worst starting digging spells for gold digging.

[yujisdreamgirl]

“why are you looking at me like that?” nanami sets his book down on the coffee table, leaning in towards you as you lean on the same table with your chin on your palm.

“what, i can’t absolutely yearn for my husband now?” he chuckles. yearning. he knows a thing or two about that.

“i’m not saying you can’t. i’m just saying i would prefer if you showed it to me.” he takes a seat beside you on the fluffy ground with his legs crossed, eyes never leaving your figure.

“well maybe if you put your book down once in a while..”

nanami leans forward, showcasing a smile you would absolutely go to war for. he pecks your pout away, holding your cheek in his palm so delicately as if you’re glass. you look into his eyes and you’re convinced he’s casted some spell because you just can’t seem to look away..

“yeah? hm.. are we just going to ignore the fact that i started reading when you stopped giving me attention? i was merely just.. killing the time.”

oh, now he’s the one pouting.

you giggle at his antics, doing the same thing he did and kissed his pout away.

“huh.. i guess i should clock back in my job then hm?”

he raises his eyebrow, “and what job is that?”

“hmmmm i’m not sure what to call it..do you? it involves cuddling and kissing my boyfriend endlessly.” he chuckles.

“i’m not quite sure. would you like to demonstrate it on me?”

“ah!” you gasp as he carries you bridal style, holding onto him tightly as he heads to your guys’s bedroom.

he gently lays you on the bed, but you quickly switch positions so you lay on top of him.

“alright, stop!” he pleads as you continue kissing his face all over and tickle his sides.

“say you surrender!”

“never!”

you don’t stop, not until he switches your positions again and hovers above you.

“alright, alright. you win. can i have my fun now?” he pants breathlessly.

“hmmm.. fine.”

the night lasted long and he had work tomorrow, but nanami wouldn’t have it any other way. not when a small box containing a shiny ring sits waiting inside a hidden drawer in the house.

this.. idk how to feel. i saw scrumptious art and had the urge to write lovey dovey bf!nanami ♡ hope u guys like it^.^

part 2(?) here !

͙͘͡★ divider by @/strangergraphics 👔

[ponyisle]

The sisters! Wishbright and Daybreak before and after Wish’s banishment, plus some info on the devious Night Mare… I wanted Wish’s design to showcase what 1000 years of isolation and low gravity did to her physically and mentally. Even magical ponies can get pushed past their breaking point! Who knows what she spent those 1000 years doing. Wish’s return is very similar to how it was in E1 of the show. Twilight comes to Ponyville, meets the other 5, friendship stuff happens, they find the “elements of harmony”, a spell is cast, and suddenly WishBright has returned in her “normal” form. What a cool coincidence that everything lined up so perfectly that way

[megapteraurelia]

dad!toji who brings megumi to the dentist because his tooth hurts, looking like a troublemaker with his leather jacket and the scar inside the colourful waiting room, brimming with children. some of the parents send him judging glances, but toji pays them no mind, because what does he care what those random ass people think?

megumi who eyes the children, but refuses to get up; his shoulders drawn up, hands balled into tiny fists on his knees. his small form looks like he's drowning in the big chair.

"ya don't wanna play?"

megumi shakes his head, and toji shrugs, taking his answer as it is.

dad!toji who gets up and waits for megumi to hop down the adult chair when they're called in, walking a couple steps behind. he does not let his eyes focus on the assistant's ass in those scrubs, definitely not. but it's not like it really is his fault; it's inviting him to look, after all.

the assistant offers megumi to sit on the chair, but his kid refuses to.

"c'mon," he tries to coax him, voice gruff, but megumi has none of it, stubbornly staring at the floor, so toji truly has no other choice but to sit on the patient's chair himself, big hand patting his thigh, "or i might jus' forget to tell santa to give you chrismas presents this year."

"santa doesn't exist, anyway," megumi mumbles, but heaves himself up on toji's legs. he thinks his kid's a little shit for pointing that out.

the assistant hesitates for a second, but toji raises his eyebrows, a slight twitch of impatience in the dark feature, "don't pretend ya won't be able to check his teeth like that. hurry, or else he chickens out again."

"i don't chicken out," megumi's eyebrows draw together and he attempts the same eyebrow raise back at his father, "i carefully calculate."

before toji can issue a retort to his smartmouthed kid, the door opens again and you enter, bringing with you soft lilac scrubs and a brilliant smile.

"hi megumi, long time no see! you still the spelling bee champ from last year?"

and just like that, megumi opens up.

dad!toji who thinks you know how to talk to his son, who watches you patiently explain your instruments and showcase to him how they don't hurt on your hand and megumi's own hand as well.

who includes him in your storytelling of how there are villains residing in his mouth called karius and baktus who hurt his teeth and who only he can defeat by opening wiiiiiide and— well done, gumi-chan! look, they're trying to flee but we won't let them, right?

toji thinks that story makes no sense. a ghost gun with a silencer would probably be more effective, but you look at him with a stern expression to urge him to play along, and suddenly he feels like he's being scolded.

and for the record, he is far too old to be scolded by his child's dentist.

still, the way your eyes light up taking care of megumi and make him feel safe when he was anxious and scared, has him approve of your antics a little. because there's his little runt, who nods vigorously after you clean out his cavity, whom you allow plenty of time in between the steps to satisfy his skeptical mind.

dad!toji who thinks waiting another six months is maybe too long a time until he got to see you again.

who smirks and rubs his jaw when you squint your eyes at him, smile sweetly and dismiss his inquiry for your contact information with biting words to take care of his kid's teeth better.

[hannibal-lectotype]

Something the Hannibal television show does phenomenally, that the books and movies don’t really do at all, is showcase how well he actually blends in.

In the Thomas Harris works, every scene that Doctor Lecter is in manages to make it very clear that he’s dangerous, and everyone else is basically Damocles without being aware of the blade. He’s unsettling even when he’s charming, and the audience is always aware that he is the lion in the room. We can see the swords dangling by the hair over every other character.

But in the show, Hannibal is just a guy, maybe pretentious and nerdy, but charming and kind for the most part. We are taken in with him, just like the other characters. Then, when he does lash out, moving like the predator he is, we’re left absolutely shook, almost ashamed that for a moment we forgot who he is. In the next scene, he’s as soft and charming as ever, and the deception begins again. We slowly fall under the spell again, because he’s just that good. We experience what the characters do, even though we’re granted the behind the scenes knowledge that he’s the villain of the story.

[galedekarios]

while i did a gifset to showcase an armour set, i was also intrigued by just how different the animation is for the wizard class vs gale's unique animation:

wizard class animation

gale's unique animation

it's amazing to see not only just how quickly gale performs the somatic component of the spell, but also his efficiency of movement compared to the standard wizard animation.

there's a world of difference here, the difference between a wizard vs a prodigy, an archwizard and chosen.

[corpscs]

i could eat that girl for lunch ⧗ natasha x avenger f!reader

♡ minors and men dni , no use of y/n , wlw , smut 18+ , friends to lovers , natasha’s gaydar is off , r eats box like a champ , lesbian protector thor , one bed trope if you squint but it’s not important , images are from pinterest , this was edited by my cat so ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i will probably find them later , divider , russian is from google/reddit

♡ dobroye utrechko - good morning

♡ masterlist ♡ word count: 2.9k

bones’ now playing ▶︎ lunch - billie eilish

natasha romanoff seldom hoped that she was wrong. this was not one of those times.

the black widow, specialist in espionage, had profiled you wrong? she was so certain that you were straight. but now she wasn’t so convinced.

her real suspicion started with thor.

clint, tony and natasha sat playing cards. natasha had won every round of every game they’d started. and she just cleared her hand in rummy, when thor was heard boasting from the hallway, “this is marvelous news!” he laughed.

“what’s got you so giddy?” natasha asked him.

“the littlest avenger considers me to be a tolerable man.” he was very proud, chest puffed out, hands on his hip. natasha’s eyebrows raised. she knew he meant you, by the nickname.

tony was fast to answer, “i’m sorry, she what?”

“little avenger has a list on her cellular phone of tolerable men.” he stated. “and of course she has placed the mighty thor this list.”

tony and clint began asking about the list and if they saw their names on it. when thor asked you about a tolerable women list, apparently you just laughed at him. claiming that you had a different kind of list for women. she became very curious about that one.

then, few days after, the team was all together for a rowdy dinner. by the tail end of it, tony and thor were drunk and bickering about which avenger had more sex appeal or something.

tony called your name. “you’re young and not natasha romanoff. which of us would you take home?”

natasha would have lied if she contemplated to tuning out your answer, but then heard you boldly announce, “tony i would rather sit on a hot grill than sleep with any men in this room.” you would prefer to physical pain over sleeping with any man in the room. maria had left with pepper to help clean up after a spilled bottle of champagne that one of them had tipped over onto the table. and natasha was the only woman in the room at the time.

natasha was looking at you now and she was sure through your peripheral vision you saw her too.

natasha decided to set you up, now helping guide the conversation towards the information she wanted out of you. “remember that one drag queen in boston that hit on you.” natasha randomly brought up.

“he was very good at his job!” clint defended himself. drunk you found it hilarious to picture a slightly tipsy clint get hit on by a drag queen. “i’ve never slept with a man.” clint drunkenly confirmed.

“me neither.” you giggled out.

clint looked at you confused or surprised maybe he was trying to showcase both in his stupor. “wait a minute.” he loudly whispered crunching his eyebrows. “do we bat for the same team?”

you nodded your head yes with a lackadaisical roll to your neck as the giggles continued before tony announced the door dash was here. you didn’t pay him any mind as you were too busy to remember natasha was still next to you.

she called your name, stealing away your attention. “thor was telling us that you have a list of tolerable men.” you nearly choked on your drink. thor told natasha about your list.

taking a breath, you nodded. “it’s a short list. he should be honored to be on it.” natasha hummed.

“he mentioned you have a list of women too. hopefully, i’m tolerable enough to on there.” she feigned innocence, leaning her chin in her palm.

“oh that’s it’s a different list.” you blurted, too inebriated to stop yourself. natasha should be ashamed of herself, taking advantage of your drunken brain. but she was afraid you would may have clammed up the moment she started poking otherwise.

“oh yeah?” she continued, keeping the eye contact.

“yeah.” you breathed. nat raised an eyebrow.

“so, i’m not on that one?”

“you are!” you rushed. her eyes caught the black shine of your phone slotted between your thighs. “mind if i peak?” she dropped her voice to a lower whisper, continuing to lean into you. if you were assumed straight sober, drunk you absolutely was not. you nodded dumbly opening you phone to the notes app. natasha read through the notes as you opened the app. random lists, meaningless words and number sequences that probably made little sense to you anymore, natasha’s eyes lagged on the note that had your bra size typed out before you opened the untitled note.

you were right, the list was short. immediate names where clint, bucky, thor, scott? (question mark included) followed by one of the oldest janitors in sheild and the very flamboyant nurse from medical. natasha did not try to contain her laugh. “what are your standards of this list?” you shrugged, laughing with her.

the second list a few lines down and far longer. it started with natasha’s name, then wanda, brunnhilde, carol, okoye, maria, nebula, followed by a collection of reputable shield agents, and a firefighter in the nyfd you had met during the battle of new york, and lastly one natasha did not recognize, lisa from the bakery.

“i see a theme, but i must ask about the baker.” natasha looked back up at you. you were chewing on the straw of your now empty cup, clearly nervous.

“have you ever watched a woman make bread dough?” you simply asked. natasha shook her head. “i’ll have to take you.” you promised, nodding enthusiastically.

everyone in the room seemed entranced in the food or their own conversation, so natasha pushed on. “what’s this list then, if it’s not tolerable women.” natasha watched your eyes shift nervously as you felt all the blood in your body rush to your face. it was at this point when your drunk brain began to catch up to what she was doing.

“pretty women.” you murmured.

“and i’m number one. that’s sweet.” natasha smiled at you taking a sip of her beer. not missing the way you watched her sip and swallow.

hook, line and sinker.

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the next day you didn’t remember exactly what had gone on last night. just the general overview. you didn’t care much to dig on the topic as getting drunk with the team wasn’t out of the ordinary.

when you peeled yourself out of bed, your brain felt like it was replaced by sludge and you were unsure of where you had last had your phone. you began wandering downstairs with the intention to try and retrace your steps to find it.

when you got to the kitchen, it was empty, aside from natsha who was leaning against the opposite counter. still in the sweats you were seen in at dinner, you regretted not being fully presentable.

on the other hand natasha looked freshly showered, wearing jeans and a tight black tank top. you could even see the black strap of her bra poking out from behind the material. “dobroye utrechko.” you assumed it was a greeting. you blink the drowsiness out of your eyes as you ripped your eyes back to her face.

“you’re up early.”

“it’s 10.” she laughed. you had no excuse. “here.” natasha poured you a cup of water and opened the cabinet where the team collected their over the counter stuff. she slid you the glass and placed two tablets of whatever in front of you. zero survival skills in sight, you took the meds she gave you without even looking at them once. she then placed a muffin in front of you, remembering which ones you tended to chose over other flavors. natasha then pulled your phone out of her back pocket. “probably missing this too.”

“oh my god.” you rushed, mid-bite of the muffin. “thank you.” you cheered. “you’re the best.” friday called out something over the PA about steve needing natasha so she grabbed her water bottle and began to exit the kitchen.

“wouldn’t want you to have to restart your lists and i want to maintain my number one spot.” she exited the kitchen. her words were like a bucket of ice cold water and suddenly your memory of last night suddenly became abundantly more clear.

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a few days later you’re stuffed into some tiny dress at some black tie cocktail party while the team works undercover with hotel security. the event was winding down and guests were beginning to leave. natasha was on the upper floor, blended into the regular security like the rest of the team.

tony sat outside the hotel watching the camera feeds from a large disguised rental van. he was only there if the iron man suit was needed, so he was running extra surveillance. but was tony and tony was getting bored. when you appeared on the feed rotation on one of the screens, he called you out over the com. “can somebody drop a pen? i want to know what shield issued g-strings look like.”

“looking to get one for yourself?” you asked him, looking to the wall to not look insane speaking to yourself. you were instructed to limit your com usage.

“if you help me pick one that matches pepper’s eyes.” he joked.

steve broke up the quip, “guys that’s enough. all dolled up or not she’s still your teammate.”

“she does look nice doesn’t she, boys?” natasha ignored steve. “too bad she’d burn her ass off before she’d touch any of you.”

“romanoff.” steve warned.

“did you really say that?” bucky laughed.

natasha answered for you “she did.”

“ouch.” sam said.

before you could even attempt to defend yourself, you were interrupted by some diplomat curling an arm around your waist.

you politely turned him down, telling him how flattered you are and that you’re with the event. he doesn’t like that answer, telling you that it should be the reason he take you.

like an angel, natasha appears in that stupid security uniform. “sir, this waitress is working i’m going to have to ask you to please allow her do her job.” she said curtly, keeping you behind her. after three minutes of torturous arguing the man was gone.

“am i done?” you whined, to both natasha and everyone on the comms. “i don’t think i can take anymore of this.”

“they’ve started packing up.” natasha confirmed while you puffed out a sigh of relief.

“thanks for that back there.” you told her.

she shrugged. “it’s the least i could do after having to watch you get picked at like a carcass all night.”

the team had finished and rounded up in a vacant lounge at the hotel. steve went over their plan to head out in the morning, he kept it short and sweet as the small team of agents looked tired. not battle worn, but socially worn, all spread out around the fancy couches. the dress you wore was inconvenient so you opted to sit on a barstool and by the end of the meeting you were miserable. meeting adjourned, steve began handing out the room assignments. “2 to a room, rank based, no coed.” very chivalrous, captain america. fourth group down was you and natasha. you found out upon arrival she would be roomed with you so you had no surprise so mask. the team checked in your room a day early to have the space to get ready in. “everyone get some sleep.” steve ordered.

“if it’s worth anything,” natasha said appearing next to the bar. her overnight bag was slung over her shoulder, your bags were already in the room. “i really like the dress.”

“i’m still pretty convinced that it is actually just a top.” you hiked the pleather material down your upper thigh, as the two of you now made your way towards the elevators. having long since discarded the heels, the sounds of natasha’s boots and your bare feet sounded through the hallway. the cocktail dress only leaves about two inches to the imagination and just barely came down over your ass. steve was so flustered that he had given you his jacket to tie around your waist until mission go.

natasha selected the button for the second floor and you spoke up. “you know, it took two people to get me into this thing.” you said. natasha let out a light chuckle imagining the scenario. “i might need a hand getting out of it.”

a small flame lit itself inside natasha. her mouth ran dry, but she didn’t miss a beat. “of course.” she agreed with a smile. you, yourself, were smiling straight ahead at your warped reflection of the shiny metal until they slid open.

smiling, because of course you noticed natasha’s fishing expedition after you had asked clint to fill you in on whatever drunk you told natasha. you had always assumed natasha placed you in the coworker box but it became obvious that she genuinely did not know you liked women.

natasha held her breath when you reached into your bra and pulled the room card to key your door open, allowing natasha to step inside after you.

she could see the mess the team had made getting you ready. cosmetic and garnet bags along the table and an open bathroom door where she could only imagine what chaos the counter was in.

she watched you drop your shoes by your suitcase on the floor before you began peeling off your jewelry. rings and bracelets gone. the hoops you had been asked to wear had pulled at your ears all night that you were glad to bid goodbye. you turned to natasha, who now sat at the corner of the four-poster king bed. the security uniform jacket discarded beside her, now only in a tight black t-shirt and tactical pants.

“help me unzip?” you asked her as you turned your back to her. through the mirror you could see the top of her head raise from behind you as her posture straightened up. you made sure you were standing up straight, holding your posture to specifically draw her attention. you were pretty sure it was working.

you felt her fingers grab at the top of the tight dress. she pulled the fabric back slightly, jerking you momentarily, before she unlatched the little eye and hook at the top. you had to try to regulate your breathing before she began on the zipper. “i think every man attending that event was thinking about doing this.” she spoke with a light laugh as her touch prickled your skin.

“ew.” you chuckled airily, deflating your lungs so she could get the zipper past your strapless bra. natasha could see from the band that it was red lace.

“i’m not going to lie, you had me so fooled.” natasha finally said. she peeked over your shoulder to lock eyes in the mirror. dress now fully unzipped to the swell of your ass. you’d have to shimmy out of the rest if it.

“fooled?” you parroted.

“unclockable.” natasha corrected. you turned to face her, a single hand on your chest being the only thing holding the last piece of whatever modesty that dress allowed in place.

“i wasn’t trying to be stealthy.” you joked. understanding what she meant.

“good, because that’s my thing and i’m taking it back.” natasha tipped her had to the side, her eyes wandering your face.

“you can have it,” you agreed, “you can take the dress with it if you’d like.” natasha made prolonged eye contact, silently asking permission. your hand dropped and the material being held to you chest fell. natasha was not shy when your gaze dropped to your chest. the strapless bra was shelf styled, worn specifically to boost your cleavage. that was the final nail in natasha’s coffin.

she used the folded fabric at your waist to yank you past the foot of space in between you two. when you stepped in between her open thighs, natasha didn’t hesitate to kiss you. it was soft, but desperate. like something she didn’t know she was starved of. you broke away to bunch your fingers around her shirt, untucking it and hauling it over her head.

her chest was covered with a black sports bra, a white logo you couldn’t read printed on the side of her ribs. you two didn’t stall, reaching for the black belt keeping the cargo pants at her waist and quickly undoing it’s strap. the button came easily thank god. you yelled back to allow her to stand and shimmy the pants down.

you tried to bite back a comment about how much you liked the fitted material. but the black tiny boyshorts she was wearing had you more distracted. when you felt the zipper of your dress pinch your back. natasha helped you work the tight material over your hips. red and black lace, of course you were wearing a set.

“i’m underdressed.” she joked, referring to your contrast between your undergarments and herself. “no, you’re practical.” you shrugged. keeping your eye contact, you reached behind yourself and unhooked the eyes of your bra.

once again natasha felt no shame as her eyes dropped back to your bare chest. “but i do want them off.”

natasha watched you sink to the floor with a twinkle in your eye, hands climbing for her panties. “i can’t believe i thought you were fucking straight.” she said lowly, pulling the material down her very well built thighs. your free arm wrapped around her one of her legs to pull her closer to you, curling at the top of her inner thigh.

“so the black widow has a shitaty gaydar?” you began kissing natasha’s thighs, moving closer to her center.

“or you’re just full of surprises?” she countered, her breath stuttering when your kisses had finally reached their destination. you landed a kiss just over her clit, feather light. she didn’t flinch, but drew a long breath.

“i think i’m very predictable.” you made sure you were looking in her eyes when your tongue flattened out and lapped up her slit, each time your tongue toying with her clit. it wasn’t long before you pulled the bud in between your lips, sucking lightly. natasha was unable to catch the moan that pulled from her throat. you adored the sound and you hummed against her, responding in a subdued encouragement, and pulled one of her legs over your shoulder, opening her up further to you.

you’d been so forward this entire time, natasha allowed the hand of hers not gripping the bedpost to hold the back of your head. she experimentally rolled her hips forward just so slightly. and to her not so surprise you followed the movement, sat up straighter and allowed her to use your face.

she moaned when she locked eyes with your bleary stare. keeping your hand wrapped around natasha’s thigh, your dominant hand traveled around from her inner thigh to tease her entrance, then slipping a singer inside.

her pace increased as she chased her high and you dutifully swallowed down her arousal, it messily dripped down your chin mixing with your saliva. natasha’s breathing increased as she felt her orgasm nearing. and when natasha’s hips stuttered, you pulled her clit between your lips once more sucking harder this time. her heel dug into your bare back as your grip on her standing leg tightened, the strong muscles switched and flexing under you fingers. she began cursing in russian, you would have no idea what she was saying even if you weren’t busy with her thighs muffling the word in your ears. when she did cum, you stayed in place and chased her hips with your mouth swallowing her down.

you grinned up at her dumbly, face soaked in her arousal. your face felt hot and your head felt light. natasha had begun to catch her breath as you felt her fingers smooth over your hair. as her hands find their way to your face, thumbing over your swollen lips. “you would have been wasted on a man.”

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i’m hoping to get part 3 of emergency contact up this weekend

♡, bones

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