#//This was very unnecessary of you and I don't appreciate you tone

[alastors-radioshow]

SSHEESH.. how was i to know?!! WOWWEE talk about an operation preying mantis response there! Proportional much? SHEESH.... I'm NA ( native American) I also told you I am NEW HERE. That's what you look like to me ya lil 10lbs of Dynamite in a 2lb box! SHEESH!! Cut back on the Venison dude, its a sweet meat and clearly you don't Need any more SUGAR!

"Prends tes opinions et mets-les dans ton cul!"

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[etfrin]

⤷❝Baby, I Am Yours | Ethan Landry❞

Warning - NSFW | p in v sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), overstimulation, dom/sub undertones, degradation, hints of sadism and masochism (aka Ethan gets slapped and he just gets hard from it among other things), | lmk if I forgot something

Pairing: jealous! possessive! switch! fem! reader x switch! Ethan Landry

Summary - You were jealous, so jealous and in result you were being a mean, teasing bitch to Ethan, only to have the tables turn on you :)

A/N : reblogs are very much appreciated <3

| masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune | request |

"Why can't you just be mine?' You hissed at Ethan as you roughly pushed him to the bed. You straddle him, your hand on his collar to bring him so close that only centimeters separate your and his lips. You breathe in his cologne, a scent you hated because it was unnecessary musky but the hint of citrus seemed to make you stay on the thin thread of sanity.

Ethan's brown innocent-looking eyes were so dilated that they seemed almost black. He didn't say anything, as he breathed through his mouth instead, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. It was rare to see you like this, all worked up. So worked up that it looked like you had difficulty breathing, your chest raising up and down roughly. Your eyes glared at him, and your lips turned in an angry smirk.

"Tell me," you hissed, your tone venomous, "Why can't you just be mine?" Your lips brush with his lips as you continue to whisper, "Hmm… tell me, baby, don't stay quiet you fucking loser." He closed his eyes as the words rang in his head. "I am yours," he whispered meekly, knowing that the sentence didn't matter much when you were jealous out of your mind.

And he was right to assume so because you let out a harsh laugh. "You are?" You mock, you push him back, his back meeting with the headboard of the bed with a slam. You raised an eyebrow, "So what was that about earlier?"

"Nothing, babe," Ethan whimpered, feeling his blood rushing to his cock by seeing you so possessive over him. "She was just trying to be nice-" he couldn't finish his pleading before a harsh slap met his cheek. He gasped as his head went to the side, his cock now throbbing in his denim jeans.

You let out a small chuckle as you felt his hard bulge pressed right against your sobbing wet cunt. You move your hips, grinding your panty-clad pussy against his cock. He groans, "Baby, I swear it was nothing." "It doesn't have to be anything," you cooed, your hips continued to rut against him, the soft material of your panties wasn't much friction especially since you found yourself even more aroused.

"You're a whore all the same," you moan, as your hips get faster. You pulled him back closer to you, your noses touching, and lips so close yet you refused to close the gap so soon. You enjoyed the little whines he was letting out, frustration filling his veins because he loved you grinding on him but it wasn't enough. The poor boy was leaking through his pants, a wet spot forming on his jeans more from his pre-cum than your arousal. "Your whore," he whispered, his eyes desperate, his voice pleading, "Please, I am sorry."

"What for?" You smirk, your grinding coming to a halt. His eyes grew increasingly frustrated and he snapped. He turned you over before you could even process what was happening, you were under him, his hand pinning your wrists together above your head.

You let out a gasp, as you see his eyes glaring right back at you. Your pussy pulsating with need, fuck, you needed this man right now.

"What for?" He whispered, his tone harsh and breathless, his free hand going to your neck, his fingers gripping just a bit tight, not enough to stop the airway but the pressure was hindering. You let out a wanton moan, your hips moving up to meet his. He lets out a groan, his hold on your wrists getting tighter.

"You insecure bitch," he whispered, "You always do this… always so fucking jealous. Would you stop being like this if I fuck a baby in you?" He grins a wild grin, his eyes filling in with red lust. Your breath hitches, your body heating up from the mere thought of being fucked raw by your lover and having his child.

"Ethan," you whispered, your face flushing, it was clear that you liked what he said. "That's not an answer," his hand around your throat gets tighter. You moan, "Yes, yes fuck a baby into me."

"And I am the whore," he said in a mocking tone but came down so his lips met with yours. All teeth and tongue, it was a carnage of both of your emotions. Yours of jealousy and his anger.

He bit your lower lip, hard enough to make it bleed and you replied with the same action, sucking the blood the cut had made. He groans into your mouth, his head leaving your throat in favor of cupping your breasts through your hoodie.

It doesn't take long enough for him to throw the hoodie across the room, his hot mouth now sucking your right breast, while his hand gives attention to the other. You moan, your fingers in his hair, fisting the brown curls to keep you grounded. You could feel yourself losing to the pleasure, your displeasement before fading as his tongue flicked at your nipple, his teeth marking the skin of your supple breast.

"God," he groaned as he continued to suck at your tit, "Gonna make you pregnant." His tongue glided across your breast before he licked a stripe of your chest, the area between your breasts. He lets out a noise of satisfaction, his taste buds bursting with the saltiness your skin had to offer.

He finds his way between your thighs, his hands gripping your thighs to part them and make space for him. His hold was hard enough to leave bruises that would last a week or so. Your favorite kind of marks.

You let out a whine, and impatiently tug his hair, his eyes flicker to yours. And he smiles, "Take it you fucking bitch." He pressed a kiss to your clothed cunt. "If you can't be nice, why should I?" He harshly said, his mouth now on your inner thigh, sucking the skin to form a mark.

"Sorry, Ethan," you whispered, your blind jealousy now completely fading. "What for?" He whispered, his teeth sinking into your flesh making you flinch and moan into the air.

"For being jealous," you admit, embarrassment creeping into your voice. "I couldn't think- the way that girl was staring at you. You're mine. Mine."

His nails dug into your thighs, as he heard the admission from your lips. He bites his lower lip, feeling himself go insane from your words and with the truth of them.

"Bitch," he whispered once again, trying to gain some sanity. He took off your panties, crawling up to you again. His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, "Baby, I am yours. Yours."

You nod, "Mine." His fingers now slide along your folds, and he groans, "So fucking wet for me. This is my pussy and am gonna fuck it so good, darling."

You felt your back arch and hips raise so that his fingers would enter and give you a sense of being filled. Your walls were pulsating with the need of being filled like a slut, you needed him.

"Please," you whine. "Please what?" He smiles, "Use your words." You moan, "Fuck your pussy, please. I can't take it anymore." You could hear his tsk but you didn't bother with a comeback when his thick digits decided to fill your cunt in one go.

You let out a moan that was more of a scream as your walls stretched to accommodate three of his fingers at once. Ethan chuckled, amused by how easily your pussy was taking his fingers in without any protest. His fingers curl to press against the spot causing you to clench down on him and whine when the pleasure seems to burn your veins.

After a moment or two of teasing, he takes his fingers out. He frees himself from the confines of his clothes, his cock hitting his torso, the mushroom tip leaking profusely marking his skin and would soon fill your womb.

He pressed his forehead against yours. He whispers, "No condoms, right?" He just wanted to be sure, to make sure the words were your desires. You shake your head, your arms around his shoulders, catching his lips with yours, you whisper, "I… I need it, Ethan."

He looks into your eyes, making sure you mean these words. He knew once he fucked you raw, there would be no going back to use the latex. He nods when he is assured of your confirmation.

His cockhead was grazing your entrance before his hips began to move, his tip now pushing into your slit. You let out mewls as you take him raw for the first time. Your pussy pulsating as your cream coats his cock for the time. His pre-cum painting your insides.

You whine when he's finally in. You didn't realize how different it would be taking him bare, the throbbing of his length and the desperate twitching much more obvious. Even your cunt was desperate, more slick with your juices, making sure his dick was at home with your warmth.

He groans, his eyes unable to break contact with yours. The sheer relief of finally being able to fuck without barriers and the pleasure of your cunt making him look just a bit insane.

"You feel so good," he breathes, "Should have tried to breed you before." Your pussy squeezes his cock as you hear the words. He lets out a rough groan, "Stop that, don't wanna cum so soon."

"I can't control it," you whispered back, your pussy spasming around his cock, already so close to cumming. "You make me like this, Ethan. Take responsibility," a hint of annoyance filling in your words, you never thought you could be desperate, now look at you.

He grins that beautiful boyish grin of his and moans with a thrust of his hips, "Don't worry. This is me taking responsibility."

His lips find their purpose by sucking hickeys onto your neck as his hips keep slamming into you, his cock kissing your cervix with each hard thrust. You couldn't do much except whither underneath your lover, your lips drooling and tears filling your eyes because of how good and deep he was breeding you.

He keeps going, the sound of slapping skin and your moans filling the room. The squelch of your wet cunt with each of his thirst being the loudest noise of all. Your nails were being dragged along his back, creating red lines Ethan would stroke his cock over in the morning.

His mouth gave your neck a harsh bite as he felt the hint of pain from the scratches pull him from the haze of pleasure. His thrusts getting faster, sloppy and his cockhead making sure to press into your cervix with each snap of his hip.

His hand found its way between your sweat-slick bodies, his thumb finding your clit. Your walls squeeze his dick when he begins to rub the bud with small, fast circles. You whimper, a noise that was more of a warning of the fact that you were close.

"That's it," he whispers near your ear, his mouth finally leaving your bruised skin alone. "Cum on my cock," he ordered but it sounded more like a plea. He pinched your clit, "Cum."

You cry out as he abused your clit like this, your walls effectively spasming, milking his girth, as waves of pleasure begin to wash over you. The tears fall from your eyes as you get increasingly overwhelmed.

"That's it, baby," he whines, his voice higher than before, Ethan was getting desperate himself. His thrusts lost their coordination in favor of chasing whatever felt good.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, can't wait until you're a mom, he rambles. His mindless words continue to come out, making you whimper, your overstimulated pussy getting close to yet another orgasm. His hips begin to move rougher, his thrusts harsher. Once deep, almost breaching your limits, and then disappointingly shallow.

All you could do was take, take, and take as he bred you as he pleased. Your whines of it being too much being hushed whenever his cockhead grazed your g-spot.

It didn't take much for you to cum over his cock again, making the thrusts sloppier than before. A ring of arousal had formed on his base, your cum staining the sheets, smeared across your thighs. You whine, "Ethan, please please!" You couldn't take it anymore, pleasure fading into insanity.

"Just a bit more," he whispered, "I am close, I promise, I just… fuck baby!" His body gave in to the pleasure, his hot cum filling your womb the way you both wanted. He shallowly thrusts his cum into you before he stops, his heavy body falling on top of yours. Both of you are too fucked out to have a single coherent thought.

You were nearly asleep, too tired to have the energy to clean up after having the best night of your life. Feeling yourself fade into the dreamland, you hear a whisper, "I am truly yours."

yours indeed.

[tkaulitzlvr]

OUT OF LOVE - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: once tom realises how much your relationship has lost the love within it because of the distance he has put between you both, it’s his job to make it up to you.

content: angst to smut.

a/n: my first post!! i hope you all enjoy!

lately, tom and i's relationship has hit a bump in the road. each conversation lit an already short fuse within the both of us, the smallest of words capable of creating an unnecessary yet very real dispute that would leave us silent for hours, and in the worst of cases not talking for days. but it wasn't just the things we said, it was whatever we didn't say, too. physical touch was usually a huge part of our relationship, but now, i couldn't remember the last time that i had properly kissed him. it had gotten to the point where we slept on different sides of the bed, refusing to lay in eachother's embrace as we usually would.

as each day dragged on, feeling like tom and i were moving further away from eachother, i failed to even remember how we ended up this way in the first place. we had a perfect relationship, filled with love and trust, those the foundation of what made us, us. everyone knew that we loved eachother, we were the 'it couple'. whilst we had small disputes just as every couple did, it had never reached this point - yet it showed no sign of stopping.

which is why it brought me no surprise that tom had already become irritated from my single question, asking him where he'd been after returning home late yet again, this becoming a habitual occurrence since the beginning of whatever our distance could be called.

"look, i was just out, okay? what is this a fucking interrogation?" tom fires out, frustration laced in his tone as he throws his keys on the table.

"im sorry for worrying about my boyfriend! i just wont give a shit next time, yeah?" i shoot back, confused on why he acts this way every time i start a simple conversation.

"yeah that'd be great, thanks." he mumbles sarcastically, scoffing and sinking into the sofa, flicking through the channels on the tv displayed infront of him.

"are you fucking kidding me tom?" i utter out, in complete disbelief of his childishness.

despite the clear anger in my voice, he stays silent, shaking his head slightly and continuing to look through the channels on the tv, this only fuelling my anger.

"can you listen to me for fucks sake?" my voice begins to raise as my patience is slowly wearing thin. i walk over to the tv, blocking his view and forcing him to look up at me, his eyes cold, an unrecognisable glare within them in place of the usual love that emits from them whenever our gazes meet. 

"what?" he sighs, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and pointer finger.

"i'd appreciate it if you fucking listened to me, just for one second! i'm tired of sitting here alone, every night, wondering where the fuck you are because you're my boyfriend but i know nothing about you! i never get a text, a call, nothing! instead you come home at god knows what time, and act as if i don't exist. fuck tom, you won't even cuddle me in bed anymore." my voice begins to trail off, tears beginning to cloud my vision, my tongue instinctively hitting the roof of my mouth to stop them from falling.

he stays silent, breaking his eyes away from mine and staring into his lap, his fingers playing with the material of his jeans.

"do you even love me anymore?" i ask, genuinely questioning if he feels the same way he did when we first met, the man that fell in love with me no longer in front of me.

"what? of course i fucking love you. what kind of question is that?" his head shoots upwards, his eyebrows threading together as if i have asked the most ridiculous question, though it was one nagging on my mind.

"really? it doesn't seem like it." i reply, shaking my head and biting my lip, the tears now spilling beyond my control.

"i'm going to bed." i mumble, not waiting for a response from tom as i head for our shared bedroom. the sheets feel cold as i allow them to envelop me, the warmth that i would feel from tom's embrace lost, leaving me empty. it is impossible to fall asleep, my body laid on its side facing away from the door and staring motionless at the wall, longing to be in his arms, safe and content, free of the gut-wrenching realisation that our relationship is not the same as it was.

the door slowly creaks open after a while, my eyes quickly flicking shut as i pretend to be asleep, not keen on the idea of speaking to tom, not whilst his mind is acting so irrationally, mine sensitive enough that any argument would break down my already crumbling walls. i hear the bed dip beside me, tom laying flat on his back, whilst i stay put, not daring to look at him, instead keeping my back to him. the distance between us speaks volumes, tension reaching an all time high.

after a few minutes, the bed creaks, indicating that tom is moving from his initial position. as he has done for the past nights, i expect him to shuffle to the edge of the bed, increasing our already far proximity and confirming the fact that he cannot bare the thought of being near me.

however, much to my disbelief, i feel an arm droop around my waist from behind, tom's hand gently touching my stomach as he tests the waters, clearly thinking that i am deep in sleep. deciding to stay still, my eyes remain closed, accepting this small act of affection, for it is all i have experienced in the past weeks. but, to my surprise, he doesn't stop there.

he moves closer, his chest now flush against my back, pulling me tighter into him as i feel his uncertain breathing against the nape of my neck. my breath instinctively hitches at his unexpected actions, alerting him of my consciousness.

"baby?" he whispers into the dark room, not moving as he awaits my response.

"hm?" i mutter, unsure of what to say, not intending to reveal the fact that i was in fact awake, my cover completely blown as i lay, small and vulnerable, beside him, his body against me for the first time in forever. the uncertainty of what his response will be creates a sickly feeling in my chest. he could want to fight, to let out the last of his anger from our unfinished argument. or, he could want to fix things, to be the boyfriend he used to be. and right now, my mind was going with the first option, assuming the worst and bracing myself for more of his harsh words.

"we need to talk." he speaks, his breath fanning against my neck with each word.

i knew that he was right, my heart aching slightly as the possibility of resolving whatever the fuck we have become finally starts to feel real, not just something that i have longed for.

refusing to face him, i slowly nod my head, awaiting his response, the sound of our steady breathing the only thing to be heard in the silent room.

"i'm so sorry baby." he speaks, slowly and sincerely, his hand that is draped over my stomach beginning to slowly caress the bare skin there, comforting me in the best way. tears begin to silently roll down my cheeks as i struggle to find the right words to say.

he takes my silence as a chance to continue. "what happened to us my love, hm?" he begins, sighing slowly and increasing his hold on me, the pet name causing my heart to swell, making me realise how much i truly missed his affection, wether it be verbal or physical - i just craved him.

short sniffles emit from my mouth, giving away my weakness faster than i would have preferred. tom quickly picks up on this, finally turning me to face him, our eyes meeting, his immediately softening once he takes in my state - eyes bloodshot, tears staining my cheeks, mouth curved into a frown.

"oh baby..." he trails off, taking his hand and beginning to wipe my tears away one by one, the other gently stroking my hair. i melt into his touch, allowing him to comfort me silently. "i can't carry on like this, i just- i need to be with you again, not just in a relationship with you, i want to actually feel close to you again."

he pours his heart out, all whilst wiping any loose tears that fell from my eyes, which never left his, the love in them beginning to flood back as i can slowly recognise the man i fell in love with.

"do you really think that i don't love you anymore?" he asks, guilt evident in his tone as he feels nothing but anger for making me doubt how he felt about me.

i try to find the right words, swallowing nervously. "you didn't want to be anywhere near me tom. i can't even remember the last time you told me that you loved me." uttering those words made me realise how bad things had really gotten. tom would tell me he loved me at every chance he got, never failing to remind me of how he felt. but looking back, those three words felt so foreign that my mind couldn't even remember when he had last uttered them. and the realisation hit him just as hard as it did me.

"oh meine liebe...i'm so sorry." he starts, now slowly kissing away each tear that stained my tinted cheeks, holding my face gently in his hands. "i love you. i love you so so much. never ever forget that, okay?"

i nod my head, swallowing the lump in my throat away. "i love you too."

a slight smile appears on his face, my hand reaching to his head as i pull it closer, playing with the loose braids there. tom takes advantage of our nearing proximity, grabbing my face and gently connecting his lips with mine. for the first time in days, our lips touched, immediately moulding together as if they had never been apart. he smiles into the kiss, moving his hands to my lower back, pulling me closer to him and embracing me, our lips never parting. the desire, the passion in which our lips collided reaffirming our love without the need for words, my body and soul slips further into his touch, reminding me just how much i missed intimate moments like this with him.

he slowly pulls away for air, his lips, now pink and swollen, flush against mine, foreheads touching. "i promise baby, that i'll never give up on us, no matter how hard it gets. i'll never stop loving you, ever."

deciding that actions speak louder than words, i reconnect our lips once more, with much more desire and hunger than the previous one. he picks up on this need, reciprocating it and pressing his lips so hard onto mine that my breathing becomes muffled and there is no option of pulling away - but in this moment, parting from him doesn't even cross my mind. his hand moves to my thigh, placing it over his and kneading the flesh roughly as we lay facing each other, a small whimper escaping my mouth at his actions. our lips fail to part, making up for the lost kisses that we had so desperately yearned for.

lust soon takes over the innocence, my need for him growing by the second as our kisses become harsher, his tongue entering my mouth, mine gladly reciprocating. "i love you." he whispers breathlessly against my lips, pulling away slowly and studying my face. his thumb tugs at my lip, his eyes never leaving mine as he drags it down the now plump skin at an agonisingly slow pace, until he releases my bottom lip, it quickly bouncing back into place, his thumb now slightly wet with my saliva.

"you're so beautiful." he whispers, caressing my cheeks, taking in every inch of me as if this is the first time he has seen me.

"i need you tom." i mutter, looking into his eyes with a glint of desperation, longing to feel him again, our distance meaning it has been so long since we have kissed like we just did, let alone fuck.

within seconds, his lips are back on mine, his body moving in one swift motion on top of me without breaking the kiss, hands clutching mine, mirroring the hunger i feel.

"then i'm all yours." he mutters against my lips, reattaching them and entering his tongue as i gladly accept, moaning slightly into the kiss, a small smirk appearing on his lips in response.

he pulls away, looking into my eyes before reaching for the hem of my t-shirt and whispering "can i?"

i slowly nod my head, the soft fabric being pulled off my body and somewhere on the floor, both tom and i too needy to care where. his eyes scan my body, a hint of adoration within his eyes, his hands reaching for my small lace bra, undoing the back and tossing it aside. he pauses, gazing down at me, drinking in my features, everything exposed to him. despite the look of awe on his face, insecurity takes over, and my hands instinctively cover my breasts, breaking eye contact from him.

tom quickly takes his hands, placing them over mine and moving them away so that he could see me once again. "don't cover yourself, you're so beautiful."

i hesitantly nod my head, moving to remove tom's shirt, his chiselled abs and torso now on display. refusing to break eye contact, my hand slowly runs down the skin, feeling every bump, every muscle there, his breathing hitching as i do so. it has been so long since i had felt his bare skin against mine that it almost didn't feel real, my being lost in pleasure despite us not taking anything further yet.

i soon become impatient, pulling his face downwards and kissing him once more, his hands reaching for my panties and slowly pulling them down, soon removing his boxers, leaving us completely naked.

he pulls away, staring into my eyes and positioning himself at my entrance. "are you sure my love?" he asks, searching my expression for any sense of doubt, hating the idea of forcing me to do anything.

"yes...just fuck me, please." i breathe out, craving the feeling i have missed so much.

he smiles slightly, before slowly sliding in, groaning as he does so, my walls clenching around him, not used to his size as it has been so long since we have last done this. once he is fully inside, he stops. "you okay baby? does it hurt?"

"no...move tom." i reply, and he slowly begins thrusting in and out of me at a steady pace, whines emitting from my mouth as my eyes squeeze shut. his head finds the crook of my neck, groaning into it and beginning to kiss the skin, sucking lightly and leaving marks whilst speeding up his pace.

"oh my god." he mutters into the skin, his hands running up and down my waist until they find a stable hold on my hips, thrusting easier whilst his thumbs caress me, slightly digging in, however the slight pain only fuels my fire, moans now escaping from my mouth.

"oh tom..." i trail off, hands raking down his back, pulling him downwards so our bodies our flush against each other, desperate to feel any part of him, to be closer, despite him literally being inside me.

"i love you so much." he groans out, taking my legs and wrapping them around his waist.

he continues to thrust in and out of me, his tip hitting my g-spot, and i cry out. "oh god, right there tom..."

"here baby?" he taunts, hitting the spot again, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. he abuses that spot, my stomach beginning to tighten as the familiar feeling soon takes over.

i clench around him, feeling my release creep closer and closer. "fuck schatz, do that again." he breathes out, and i tighten my walls again, a choked moan escaping his mouth.

"i'm close." he manages to let out, speeding up his pace and capturing my lips into a kiss, moaning into my mouth. i struggle to kiss back, holding back sounds of pleasure each time he thrusts in and out, the sound of my heavy breathing muffled in the kiss.

"tom...i'm gonna, oh my god!" i cry out against his lips, feeling my release wash over me, eyes rolling to the back of my head as i swear i see stars.

"oh fuckkk..." tom drags out, throwing his head back, jaw slack as he follows, my release triggering his own, the feeling of his cum coating my walls emitting another small whine from my mouth.

he moves slowly, thrusting in and out whilst he rides out our highs before collapsing on top of me, sweat coating his forehead. his head rests in my neck, breathing uneven and heavy, planting gentle kisses on the bare skin. i struggle to catch my own breath, my fingers running through his hair, body trembling as the adrenaline slowly wears off.

"i love you so much my love. i'm sorry for everything, i promise i'll never treat you like that again." he says, planting a single kiss on my shoulder.

"i love you too." i reply, tom lifting his head upwards and meeting my lips in a soft kiss, pulling away and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"goodnight meine liebe." he whispers, placing the covers over the both of us as i snuggle closer, resting my head on his bare chest as he slowly strokes my hair, falling asleep in each other's embrace.

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[tinydefector]

Could I at all request something about the car wash / power wash idea you mentioned. I just: my brain is thinking over all the adorable conversations that could happen. The fluff brings me joy. ;0;

Bubbles

Prowl x human reader platonic or romantic

Warnings: none

Word count 1.1k

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A huff leaves the human as they stand there tapping their foot while watching Prowl. They had finally swindled him into accepting getting an actual wash done instead of the quick decontamination spray he would normally get. "Are you going to transform or are you just expecting me to scale your frame?" They playful snip at him.

Prowl turned his attention to the human glaring up at him while they tapped their foot, his optics narrowing slightly at their playful jab. "I fail to see the necessity for such frivolous activities," he remarked, his tone sharp and snappy. "My current state of cleanliness is within acceptable parameters."

"Uh huh tell that to all the bugs you have wedged in your grill" they quip back at him as they begin filling a bucket of water as they add in the scented car wash mix.

He remained still, making no move to transform or comply with their request, "If you wish to proceed with this endeavour, you will have to do so without my cooperation," Prowl stated bluntly. He was not one to easily bend to the whims of others, especially when he saw no logical reason to do so. Once finished filling the bucket they flick the water towards Prowl as it splattered across his bonnet. "God you're such a sour puss. I can feel you frown burning into my skin, just transform please"

Prowl's optics flashed with a hint of annoyance at their persistence, The splatter of water across his bonnet elicited a faint twitch in his facial plates, his doorwings fluttering in a subtle display of his growing impatience.

"I do not appreciate being treated in such a manner," Prowl retorted, his voice clipped and cool. "I will not be swayed by your childish antics," Prowl stated firmly. "Don't make me get the powerwasher out" They threaten, standing there still pointing the hose at him waiting for him to transform so they can clean him. Prowl's optics narrowed slightly at the threat, the mention of a power washer eliciting a flicker of concern in his expression. Despite his stoic exterior, the prospect of such a forceful cleaning method gave him pause, the practicality of the situation beginning to weigh on his processor.

With a sighed vent, realising he wasn't going to win this argument, Prowl finally relented, his frame shifting as he transformed into his alternate mode. The sleek and formidable police car now sat before them, ready to undergo the cleaning process they had so adamantly insisted upon.

"This is very unnecessary and wasteful of both our time" Prowl grumbled in annoyance, had any of the other Autobots had been present he would have put up more of a fuss or simply walked off. As the water from the hose sprayed over his newly transformed vehicle mode, Prowl couldn't help but feel a sense of begrudging acceptance for the situation. The human was determined and persistent and had won out in the end, and he found himself secretly admiring their spirit and snark.

"Thank you coppa" they tease before giving his back end a slight slap before they hit him with more water. Prowl's engine hitched as his horn blew from the contact with his rear end. He goes deadly silent and they chuckle at his reaction. Once he had been hosed down enough they turn off the water and grab the bucket of soapy water. They start with his bonnet squeezing the sponge out before lathering Prowl up in a glorified bubble bath.

Despite his initial reluctance, he found himself relaxing into the sensation, the rhythmic movements of their hands soothing in a way that surprised him. hummed softly as the human began to lather him up with soapy water, the gentle touch of the sponge gliding over his bonnet slowly lures a low purr from him. The warm water and soapy suds mingling with the gentle caress of the sponge created a sense of comfort and contentment that he hadn't expected.

"Oh do I hear you purring! And you put up such a fuss over me trying to get you out here for a wash" they shoot back at him, they move further down his frame slowly working the soap into the mudflaps and rims of his tires. "I am not purring," Prowl retorted,had he not been in his alt mode he would have been glaring daggers into them. Though he denied it, the subtle vibrations from his engine betrayed him, a mix of relaxation and satisfaction at the thorough cleaning he was receiving.

"You're a terrible liar you know" they shoot back while continuing to work, dipping the sponge into the water before working at his plating again. Prowl scoffs slightly in response to the playful accusation. "Perhaps you need your hearing checked," Prowl replied, it's a bizarre tease, one he normally wouldn't state but they had him relaxing and were trying to tease him.

They laugh softly as they move down towards his rear, they snicker softly. "You're an Ass, and speaking of that, Nice ass for a cop" they state as if trying to make his processor crash. "Are you done manhandling me and removing my plating with your eye's? " Prowl managed to reply, his voice slightly stilted as he tried to regain his composure. It goes quiet between them while they continue to wash him down.

"So once I'm done with the wash down do you want me to give your Upholstery a vacuum and clean?" They hum as they wipe the bubbles off their arms.

Prowl's engine gave a curious hum. "Only if you can be professional about it," Prowl replied, his voice calm and composed. Despite his former dislike of the idea he was rather intrigued by the offer. The prospect of having his interior upholstery cleaned and vacuumed sounded delightful.

They lean down at his revision mirror as they clean off some webs. "Would you also like one of hanging air fresheners, air vent ones or one which is in a tin that just gets put in the cup holder. And if so what scent would you like? " They inquired with a smile, knowing they had him hook line and sinker at the offer. Prowl does his best to not seem overly eager when he agrees. "Both sound…acceptable," Prowl replied.

"I think I have an Ocean breeze, one or black pine" they state while moving back to hose him down and wash off all the soap of his frame. It makes a difference to his frame taking the dirt and dust off. "I've also got polish, if you want a shine up!" They tease knowing full well he was invested now. "I don't appreciate that there is a 73% chance you are doing this to avoid consequences for something” Prowl relays, but at that point he would deal with it later. “What, I can't just give you a wash without wanting something in return!” They state In fake hurt. “Prowler, I thought we were closer than that!”

“You're not making your case any better for yourself, you are aware” he quirps but allows them to continue.

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Act 4 Prologue (Azel Radwan)

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

At the same time, in Tanzanite--

The throne room located on the palace's top floor was filled with the joy and excitement of the people.

Amongst the clamor surrounding the night, the immense full moon enveloped the people as if protecting them.

Azel: "Silence."

With just one word from the deity atop the throne, the people immediately fell silent, looking up at the god with awe.

His mystical eyes, filled with stars that seemed to belong to the night sky rather than a human, scanned the people with compassion.

Azel: "The divinations have revealed your fate. Under the divine will, you need to formulate a policy as soon as possible."

Azel: "It's up to you whether you want to utilize or disregard the mercy of the gods. Just don't disappoint me, for the heavenly moon is always watching over you."

As the current deity rose, the people who seemed lost in a daydream all kneeled and bowed their heads simultaneously.

Among them was a man wearing a crown.

King of Tanzanite: "We've prepared a banquet for you. Please, do join us."

Azel: "I appreciate the offer, but with a God present, you may find it impossible to indulge in wine."

Azel: "I shall take my leave, so do not concern yourselves. Ah, and a farewell is unnecessary. I dislike unnecessary fuss."

Azel: "Well, then, have a good night. May the divine grace be upon all the people."

As the fervor waned, the natural tranquility of the night returned.

The deity, walking with resolute steps, suddenly halted when a woman, a dancer, blocked his path.

Woman: "Greetings, esteemed deity."

Azel: "I've just said that your concerns are unnecessary."

The woman held a variety of banquet dishes, their enticing aroma filling the hallway.

Woman: "I apologize for misunderstanding the divine will. However, I thought perhaps you might not attend the feast tonight."

Woman: "This is a modest offering from me. If you would be so kind, may I serve you?"

Azel: "I appreciate your dedication. However, it's unnecessary."

Azel: "I'm in a hurry, so could you please step aside?"

Woman: "Please don't say that. After the lengthy divination, I'm sure you must be hungry."

Azel: "No, it's fine."

A rumble suddenly came from his stomach, momentarily disrupting the sanctity.

Azel: "Anyway, it's okay. Leave me be and go to the feast."

Woman: "Please wait!"

The woman attempted to block his path again as he tried to move forward forcefully.

Azel: "Ah, these clueless folks who just don't get it, no matter what you tell them."

Unaware of his muttered words, the woman stumbled over his foot while trying to approach and fell to the floor along with the dishes.

He looked down at the scattered food and the groaning woman without even offering a hand.

Azel: "Poor thing."

Woman: "Esteemed deity?"

Azel: "I feel sorry for the food that was wasted."

Despite smiling gently, his mysterious eyes seemed completely unconcerned about the events that had taken place.

Azel: "Lick it up."

Woman: "Eh?"

Azel: "It would be a pity if the food went to waste, wouldn't it?"

Azel: "Look, this soup still looks edible."

Azel: "If you crawl like a dog and lick it up, it won't be wasted."

Woman: "What are you…?"

Azel: "Of course, I'm a kind god, so I won't force you to do anything."

Azel: "You're free to follow or defy God's will."

Woman: "........."

Her hesitation lasted only a moment.

She lowered her face to the floor and began licking the spilled soup with her tongue.

As she repeated this several times, something suddenly happened.

The woman's skin gradually flushed, emitting a scent suitable for the night, and her heated gaze met his impassive expression.

Azel: "So you really did slip in an aphrodisiac. Your fortune for today seems to be very unlucky, doesn't it?"

Azel: "Ah, no. Perhaps it's actually very fortunate."

Azel: "Since your beloved god didn't taste it."

Woman: "Please have mercy."

He turned his back, keeping his distance from the woman who reached out to him.

Azel: "Feel free to please yourself all you want. Well then, I'll take my leave."

Azel: "It's already past my working hours, and working overtime is just out of the question."

Woman: "I like you! I'd do anything for you!"

Woman: "Would it be a sin for me to love you?"

Azel: "Let me tell you one thing."

Azel: "Gods don't love people because love is worthless."

Azel: "If you are willing to give me a fortune equivalent to Prince Silvio's, then I might consider it."

Azel: "But if not, it's unpleasant to even have you in my sight."

Woman: "........."

Azel: "Since it looks like you're not getting what I'm saying, let me make it clear."

Azel: "It's time for you to disappear. Get out of my sight, slut."

Woman: "Eeek!"

As if it were all a dream, his face lost all compassion.

With a coldness rivaling that of the desert night, he stared at the woman as if she were a bug.

Azel: "Your feelings are neither love nor anything of the sort. It was just the prattle of a depraved slut drowning in filthy desires."

This time, there was no one to stop his stride.

The god laughed and smiled under the divine glow of the full moon, devoid of mercy or compassion.

Azel: "This nation under the protection of gods is still living in a happy dream."

Azel: "Even though the day when this eternal dream shatters is approaching, I wonder if I'll ever be able to laugh at it."

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[iruiji]

Aight imma just let it out this one rq because I can't concentrate on my SAGAU and I need a new baby to adopt-

Not proofread or beta-ed because I'm just a lowly peasant who ✨does not know how to do things properly✨ lol

Honkai Star Rail.

Wasn't really a fan of turn based games, but okay. Downloading it was easy enough, but hot damn you did not expect it to heat your phone like mad.

But anyway.

You started this game out of curiosity, even before you joined the subreddit for it and see the different husbandos/waifus that instantly garnered your attention. Seems you're keeping this one and droping some $$ as well, because, alas, the character designs are too good!

So you start the questline, enjoying walking around as Kafka and using her gorgeous ultimate, and awing at Silver Wolf's ultimate as well (because you play Osu! and appreciate that reference).

Then came your turn on picking the Trailblazer - which, actually took you a few minutes, with Silver Wolf and Kafka talking back and forth with how much you're taking your time.

"Ladies, we must choose carefully, alright? Calm."

You didn't really noticed when the voices stopped abruptly as you lament on who to choose. And after a few minutes, you finally have chosen your own Trailblazer! Greaaat.

What's not so great is Kafka and Silver Wolf leaving. Awww, seems like they're not your comrades on this journey.

And then screaming the next moment because March 7th pulled Dan Heng away from giving you a kiss! Well, granted it was CPR, but come on!

With a pout on your face, you marched on (heh) to finish the first leg of the questline - which involved fangirling at Dan Heng slipping his dead eyes at that one scene and cheering the squad and then Himeko joins the team and then saving March 7th and then defeating the Dragon and then Nanook slipping in and then Welt saving the day! Phew!

You silently watch as the scenes unfold after choosing to board the Astral Express, deeming it would be long enough for you to eat a snack and pressed autoplay.

- - -

Meanwhile, at the Astral Express, the atmosphere is a bit.. suspense. Partly because of what happened back at the Herta Space Station, but mainly because the gaze are still on them.

Aeons are.. godly beings, in more simpler terms. People know about them (mostly), but the information they hold on some were.. inadequate, that people doesn't even know what some looked like - and if there are even others beside the main ones they don't know about.

And this one- they can feel it. This Aeon is new.

The.. warmth it gives off made it vastly different - say, from Nanook - which felt like this intense second of hot shiver that crawls at your back. But this one- this one screamed comfort.

Quite frankly, it just made some of them even more tense because they don't know how to deal with this kind of situation. A glance from an Aeon? Many people have experienced it, but the gaze actually lingering, following their every move?

Unheard of.

As Himeko gave Welt a questioning glance, he just shook his head and started explaining some things to the Trailblazers about what happened at the Space Station, while Dan Heng simply observes the surroundings more attentively. March 7th is still tense, but the Trailblazer was just confused.

"Someone's here."

March 7th nearly toppled him over when she blocked his mouth with her hands. "Ssh! We don't talk about them here!"

The Trailblazer only gave them a look of confusion, and then Welt spoke in a hushed tone. "Please, be more careful. We don't know who or what they are after, so acknowledging them might only give us unnecessary attention. So for now I ask that you do not speak of them so openly unless they, hm, show that they want contact with us."

Still confused, they can only nod in surrender. It wasn't really discussed after that, but the gaze lingered.

For a very long time.

Even when they reached Jarilo-VI.

Welt and Himeko contacted them and after confirming that, indeed, the gaze followed then onto the frozen lands, told them to be more careful now that another Aeon is watching them, and continued their journey.

That is, until, someone under the snow caught their attention.

The Trailblazer initially tried to walk away, but his senses are screaming at him to walk towards the lump of snow, and, deciding he doesn't want to be smote on his place, proceeded to try and talk with the person underneath.

Only to be met with silence.

Huh, okay. What now?

Suddenly, Dan Heng froze from his side, and then suddenly kicked the pile of snow.

"Ow!"

And Sampo Koski enters the frame merrily.

"LMAO SAMPO THE FUCK?! HE RAN AWAY!!!! OOOHHH HE IS SO GONNA GET IT!!!"

March 7th seemed to agree with you, because when the battle with Gepard started she threatened to strangle him when they see him again and you agree! Damn, asshole Sampo! And to think I trusted you!

I mean, not really. But still!

And then after that you decided to speedrun the whole Belobog questline: from meeting Cocolia and the weird voices, RP-ing in the cabinet about the Hallway Demon (best part, fight me), and then meeting Bronya before the squad went underground and meeting Wildfire and Seele.

You lament on your seat because you decided to skip her for Jing Yuan, but that's alright. At least you can borrow one for farming.

Then the game finally, finally showed the struggle of the knights (poor Geppie), and helping Serval with closure (althought the actual closure didn't happen until very much later). And then finally fighting Cocolia and-

-you nearly dropped your phone in shock when the Trailblazer got stabbed in the chest.

It was quiet.

The Trailblazer opened their eyes to see a dark place littered with different.. memories..? And as they start walking by and hearing them, they realized the gaze was on them this whole time. They tried to talk to whoever the Aeon it was, but was stopped when the child at the dreamscape beat them to it, and then they felt warmth as they were granted power.

They almost felt a warm hand on their back, as if pushing them to go on and continue.

It seemed intent on saving Belobog, and that aligned with their wish to save the city which holds the last bastion of Jarilo-VIs' humanity as well.

So they did. They all did. Together.

- - -

LOOLLLLL I LITERALLY JUST- okay yeah this went waayy different from what I intended to do, but I'll settle with this for now. Imma focus on the headcannons later. Omg lol. This is just literally me word-vomiting. Idk how tf lore accurately this is but oh my god I already forgot some of the scenes so I'm sorry. If you have like comments or other thought, the comment section, my asks and DM is open.

Aight, cya!

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ooo i love asking this question yet i can never word it properly :Y

How would the ros/raven feel if they overheard the mc defending them very strongly like, someone says something mean or bad about them and mc stands up for them listing all their good qualities not realizing the ro/raven is right around the corner and can hear them?

Ha! You worded it perfectly, I think. 😉

In a quiet corner, Death overhears MC's spirited defense against criticisms of their role. Accustomed to internalizing negativity, Death is visibly moved by the MC's words, a bewildered and grateful expression softening their usually stoic demeanor. Expect a moment of profound connection later, where Death might share their appreciation in their own awkward, endearing way.

Lilith/Damien, hearing the MC's fiery defense, feels an exhilarating rush of butterflies. They'd keep this knowledge like a treasured secret. Don't expect them to bring it up, but their smoldering glances might just betray their delight.

Morgan/Morgana would be genuinely surprised to hear MC speak so highly of them. Used to relying on themselves, hearing this kind of support might make them reassess their often lone-wolf approach. They'd later thank the MC, a rare blush on their cheeks, as Pepper smirks in the background.

Shelly, bustling around the bar, catches a snippet of MC's fervent defense. Her usual bright smile grows even wider if that's possible. Later, expect her to thank MC with a special concoction at the bar, her eyes twinkling with gratitude and mischief. "Didn't know you were such a fighter," she'd say, laughter in her voice.

Yaga, overhearing MC's staunch defense from her accounting nook, initially pretends not to care. But later, when she quietly offers an unsolicited but incredibly helpful piece of advice, there's a softness in her diamond eyes that wasn't there before. A gruff "You're not so bad yourself, youngster," might be her way of acknowledging the support.

Peisinoe would be secretly pleased to hear the MC's praise, though they might play it cool when they finally show themselves. Expect a quip like "I always knew you had good taste," but with a genuine warmth in their eyes.

There's no immediate reaction from Hastur, no change in his vigilant posture. Later, he approaches MC, his tone even and calm. "Your defense, while unnecessary, is noted," he says, a hint of something unspoken in his gaze.

He Without Name, standing in the shadows, hears the MC's praise. Although the full context of the situation might elude them, the sincerity in the MC's voice resonates deeply. Later, in a rare moment of clarity, they might approach the MC with a soft "Thank... You..." acknowledging the sentiment in their own unique way.

The Raven would be utterly amused and maybe even a bit smug about the whole ordeal. Expect a snarky but fond remark later about how they "knew you were my favorite for a reason."

[monkey-papermoon]

Goblin HRT day 1

Knock!

kNOCk!!

knocK!!!

Dr Erian looked up from the piles of documents on his desk, confused at the unnecessary noise "Um... Come in?" The door slammed open "Ma'am you can't jus-" <lemme through!> "It's alright, Nurse, let her in" Dr Erian mustered, pushing his glasses upwards. The nurse sighed and shrugged before leaving a short disheveled girl in her place. The girl stomped forth excitedly "Ah. you must be Maxin-" <Monkey.> "Right to it, eh? Well, monkey would be a very easy transition process. Afterall, Humans are Prim-" <No, my name, Monkey!> Dr Erian cleared his thoat "Okay... Well, Monkey, how can I help you today?" Monkey sat in the chair awkwardly and grinned as she steepled her fingers on the doctors desk <Goblin. No matter how hard, Goblin.> Dr erian pulled off his glasses and rubbed them with his coat "this is getting out of hand... Okay. But I must warn you, races from a more fictional realm make for a significantly harder transition. You must also realize there are many risks, including but not limited to - Lowering of intelligence, worse attention span, inability to blahblahblahblahblahblahblah." Monkey stared off into space, drool falling from her mouth slightly.

"Did you catch that? I - Miss Monkey?" Dr. Erian softly laughed in disbelief "Nevermind... I see you'll fit right in. Sign here! Wait - did you live as your perferred species for at least 2 y-" He trailed off, returning his sight to Monkey, who was still distracted "Nevermind, a silly question." He snapped his fingers at Monkey and she snapped back to attention "Sign here, Miss" <Oh! that easy... Really!? I'm so happy! You're a life saver Doc!> She squeeled and flapped her hands. Dr. Erian returned the glasses to his face and mouthed 'wow' before responding "Don't mention it. But we're gonna have to take bloodwork before we can prescribe these medications as to prevent complications." <Hey, I said no matter how hard, didn't I? Go for it.>

Monkey entered her home and rubbed her sore arm before quickly kicking off her boots and replacing her clothes with an oversized hoodie, her height always felt wrong, anything that made her feel shorter helped.

She let out an exhausted sigh and layed down amidst her pile of stuffed animals, she greeted every one of them and rolled to stare at the cieling. Pausing for a time before her lip started trembling <babies~ i'm... it happened. I'm... i'm gonna be me!!> She screamed ecstatically, tears flooding her eyes before she pulled a pillow over her face and squeeled into it.

This won't be easy, she knew it, and this would be a long road with difficult changes. But even still. It felt like a massive weight has been pulled from her shoulders. Like she has been running towards something unreachable for years and can finally rest.

She is to pick up her new prescriptions the day after, and she couldn't contain her excitement. With her friends all by her side, she sobbed into the night.

[Thanks for reading! I genuinely hope you enjoyed. This is part one of Goblin HRT, a concept that means a lot to me since realizing my identity. In it's essence it is a lot more comedic in tone but there will be parts that get a bit graphic or gloomy.

Bonus info! This story if it wasn't clear focuses on Monkey, a stand in for me, but I excel at Third person pov. The pov switches between Erian and Monkey to get the full picture, though i'm used to writing limited 3rd person. The arrows '<>' are a callsign Monkey uses online that are meant to look like the outwards facing ears that Goblins are usually depicted with, it became such a main stay that when she thinks or speaks in sentences she imagines the arrows around them.

Also I will likely reupload in the future with art attached and when I make another part but I wanted to get this out sooner rather than later.

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eisners 2024 roundup pt 1!

because I collect for graphic novels at the library I technically get to vote in the Eisners. which means that every May I read an ungodly number of comics because try as I'd like to keep up with stuff throughout the year it is impossible!

there was a lot of really good fun stuff I got to read, and also some stuff that made me absolutely furious. please enjoy the fruits of my labor and my very very long spreadsheet.

Best Continuing Series: birds of prey 1-6 (dc, kelly thompson and leonardo basto romero)

if you read my yuri zine piece you might remember that at the end of it I mentioned I hadn't read this yet because I knew that Babs was going to be Batgirl in it. Babs is Batgirl in it, but the series is still really really good. it is exactly what I want out of birds of prey – a really cohesive, fun team comic. also dinah really shines in this! I love the old school take on the art and the almost screen tone edges of the coloring, it gives it a really retro feel. also appreciate the lack, at least so far, of tons of cheesecake. I read the entirety of old birds of prey and I'm done with crotch shots thank youuuu (this is not counting issue 5 which takes a really jarring completely different artistic bent where everyone is drawn like it's 2003 and they're anime waifus. you cannot skip issue 5 for plot reasons but i did grit my teeth through it)

(continued below the cut for saving-your-dash reasons)

honorable mention: shazam 1-6 (dc, mark waid and dan mora)

I have never before cared about a Shazam comic but this was really fun.. it really leans into Billy being a kid with some real big powers and the rapport between him and his foster siblings is delightful. also I'm never going to say no to Dan Mora art

i won't get into my feelings about taylor's nightwing run AGAIN here but i resent that i had to read more of it for the second year in a row. and i especially resent that the fps nightwing issue got a nomination for best single issue.

Best Limited Series: the cull (image, Kelly Thompson and Mattia De Iulis)

another Kelly thompson! this was a cool and interesting story about a group of kids who, after a tragedy, go out to the beach to film one last short film together and discover an alien world. the plotting is sharp and quick and the character stuff hits well. hyperrealistic art isn't always my jam, but I think it does work in this instance. also quite frankly the rest of this category was pretty weak.

honorable mention: superman lost (dc, chris priest and carlo pagulayan)

I loved the start of Superman lost. I thought it was a really fantastic take on Lois and Clark and the inevitable very real difficulties that their relationship would face. I loved how it let Lois be angry and hurt without condemning her which we SO rarely see in a capes comic. and then it almost completely lost me towards the end. I thought the infidelity / pregnancy subplot was both unnecessary and frustrating (and tbh I don't love the only Black-coded character in the comic, even if she does have pink skin, being a secret villain who's trying to keep Clark trapped with her.) it felt like it fizzled and that's a bummer because boy do the first few issues put clark through the grinder.

Best New Series: Phantom Road (image, Jeff Lemire and Gabriel Hernández Walta)

this category was really hard to pick a favorite because it was full of cool shit. phantom road is a familiar narrative if you've listened to Alice isn't dead, from the Long haul truckers to the truck stops that slide into another world, to the body horror other world monsters. I think Alice isn't dead does it better, but I'm excited to see where phantom road goes. in general I really like Jeff lemire's stuff and I think this will be well done, and hernandez walta's art is tautly paneled and slides between uncanny normal into horror perfectly.

honorable mention: black cloak (image, Kelly Thompson and Meredith McClaren)

I love the worldbuilding in black cloak, but I think it's undercut by art that is too cute for the story. everything in McLaren's art is really rounded and feels kind of like a video game world where I'm collecting pets or something, rather than a fairly gritty fantasy murder mystery. still think this is worth a read though!

honorable mention #2: Local Man (image, Tim Seeley and Tony Fleecs)

I enjoyed this enough to read the second volume even though it didn't actually come out in the nomination period! the plot on this is great and although I think the trope of down on his luck superhero who has to go back in disgrace to his hometown and solve some mysteries is maybe a little overplayed (the overall plot feels a bit too watchmen lite for me) the way it's done here is interesting to read. also the diegetic comics are delightful, particularly the ones with Inga.

next category: kids 9-12. hey did ya'll know there are some really good middle-grade comics coming out right now! there are some really good middle-grade comics coming out right now. this isn't actually my collection area but too bad.

Buzzing (Samuel Sattin and Rye Hickman)

i'm usually not one for Issue Comics, even ones for kids, but this was such a lovely and sweet story about a kid with OCD who finds friends in his D&D group. the art is lovely and i wish baby me had had access to this!

Mexikid (Pedro Martín)

Mexikid is just a delight from start to finish. funny, poignant, great stuff about family and culture and the experience of going on a very long road trip with your horrible siblings who you love very much. Martín switches between laugh out loud humor and deep emotion with incredible facility. This was my picks for the category, but it was tight!

Saving Sunshine (Saadia Faruqi and Shazleen Khan)

really sweet story about a pair of twins who have to pretend to get along in order to get their phones back and end up remembering that they do, in fact, love each other.

on to the teens!

Best Teen (13-17) Danger and Other Unknown Risks (Ryan North and Erica Henderson)

I like this comic so much that I made my partner read it, and they also loved it. delightful romp of an adventure through a post-apocalyptic world in which magic has replaced all electricity. the Chosen One (and her dog) have to bring certain artifacts back to her uncle in order for him to save the world. or do they? the plot turns on this one are extremely good and the cast of characters is a delight

honorable mention: Frontera (Julio Anta and Jacoby Salcedo)

I think it is extremely good for kids, and for everyone, to read stories about the horrors of the us-mexico border. however the ghost subplot on this one really really lost me.. it felt like it took a lot away from the seriousness of the story instead of heightening it or relieving tension.

Best Humor: How to Love: A Guide to Feelings & Relationships for Everyone (Alex Norris)

I went in fully expecting not to like this at all- I assumed it would be really didactic. but it is actually both extremely funny and very sweet. it is essentially a relationship manual from the "oh no" comics person, with all of the silliness and care that that entails.

honorable mention: The Yakuza’s Bias (Teki Yatsuda, trans. Max Greenway)

what if you were a hard boiled high ranking Yakuza, and your boss's daughter got you into kpop? and you became really inspired by your bias and the way that he tirelessly works towards his dreams? delight of a manga (obvious comparison would be the way of the househusband and this is just as fun.)

Best Anthology: Deep Cuts (Kyle Higgins, Joe Clark, Danilo Beyruth, and others)

this SLAPPED. collection of loosely related comics about jazz and the joys of improvisation and the various indignities of the music industry. the art is great from comic to comic, the colors are so tasty, and this made me really emotional about collective artistic endeavor. it's good to have a jam session, and this is the comics equivalent of one.

honorable mention: The Out Side: Trans & Nonbinary Comics (ed. The Kao, Min Christensen, and David Daneman)

i'm generally pretty hit or miss on anthologies (the nature is such that there's gonna be someone in there i really dislike) but this one was actually quite lovely and the art was great. a good variety of stories and takes and a lot of nonbinary artists :)

DIShonorable mention: Comics for Ukraine (ed. Scott Dunbier)

i could have lived my whole life without seeing an Astro City take on the invasion of Ukraine. i wish this had been good! there was one single story in here that didn't make me want to go, head in my hands, hey maybe american comics writers are not like, best positioned to write about what it's like to have your country invaded! i just think. superhero comics are not always the best medium with which to tackle every issue. and that is okay! (the story, "talking to a hill," was also one of the few non-tie-in stories in the anthology and one of the few that actually like. told a ukrainian story rather than a weak allegory.)

Best Nonfiction: Last on His Feet: Jack Johnson and the Battle of the Century (Adrian Matejka and Youssef Daoudi)

woof this is a killer. incredible art incredible writing incredibly nuanced take on a pretty difficult figure, famous Black boxer Jack Johnson, that does not pull any punches in its treatment of either the virulent racism he faced or his treatment of his wife. honestly probably my favorite book of the whole collection.

okay my arm is crapping out so I'll round up the rest (adaptation, international, album, academic, strips, and a few good things I read for best writer and artist) later!

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

i am buckled up and seated and will patiently and excitedly wait for them. no pressure, though (in case i may have placed unnecessary pressure with this ask)! i hope you're having a great day!

- 🫣

Your patience is appreciated - and your loveliness! I would have had this up a few days ago but I've been plagued by a horrible sinus headache. Anyway, enough about me - back to you and your loveliness and being so kind as to ask whether I might have any more Larissa x reader fics on the go...

As is happens... (hope you enjoy!)

Don't Go Breaking My Heart

You’re sat across from Larissa at the Weathervane, enjoying the fact it’s a Saturday, meaning you can sit and chat and laugh for as long as you want.  You have no classes, no pressing meetings, just time for each other. 

You turn on hearing someone clearing their throat beside you, surprised to find Enid.  She’s not wearing her usual bright smile, however, but rather looks annoyed.  If you were being honest, she’s glaring daggers at you.  Wednesday has clearly taught her well.   

“May I speak with you, Professor?” 

You frown at the clipped tone from the young woman, but nod.  With a shrug at Larissa you shimmy out of your shared booth and follow the young werewolf.  You can see the hesitation written all over her face, but she schools her features and forces herself to speak.   

“Are you...are you cheating on Principal Weems?” 

“What?” you ask, incredulously.  Of all the things you had expected her to say, that was nowhere among them.   

“You heard me,” she says, her anger at you lending her confidence.  “Are you cheating on Principal Weems?  Because you look awfully close with that woman sitting there and if you are cheating on her than you really can’t be my favourite teacher anymore, because that’s just not nice....” she trails off, her confusion clear on her face as she sees you smile.  “Why are you smiling?  This is serious!” 

You can’t help but smile, though.  Honestly, as over exuberant at the young werewolf can be, you can’t help but find her adorable.  And now, here she is telling you you can’t be her favourite teacher anymore if you’re cheating on Larissa.  As if you ever would.  “Enid, I am not cheating on Principal Weems,” you tell her.  “I promise you that.” 

She doesn’t know, you realise.  Doesn’t know what Larissa is.  You lead her by the arm back to your table, slipping into your seat once more.  “Enid is concerned that I’m cheating on my girlfriend,” you tell the red head sitting opposite you, leaving it open to her how she plays this.  It’s not your secret to tell, and you want to give Larissa the choice.  If she feels comfortable telling Enid, she can.  If she wants to play it off that she’s a friend from out of town, you’re happy to play along. 

The surprised laugh at comes from the woman sat opposite you is one hundred percent Larissa, and you wonder for a moment whether that in itself will be enough of a giveaway, only to realise that you may be one of the few people who has heard Larissa truly laugh at Nevermore.  The thought brings a warmth to your chest.   

“Enid, there’s something I think you need to understand,” Larissa starts, only to be interrupted by Wednesday, appearing at the usually bubbly young woman’s elbow.   

“Y/N, Principal Weems,” she greets you both. 

Enid’s head whips around so quickly you think it might actually have hurt.  “What?!” 

Narrowing your eyes at Wednesday you have to ask; “The perfume?” 

She nods curtly.  “It is very distinctive and somewhat of a trademark, it appears.” 

You smile smugly across at Larissa, who has always told you it was ridiculous that you figured out what she was from something as simple as a scent.  She’s hidden it from hundreds of people, and yet... 

Pushing herself up from her seat, Larissa stands.  “Excuse me one moment.”   

You all watch as she heads for the bathroom appearing moments later as the woman you know and love.  She sits back in her former seat, now in her own, and your very favourite form.   

“If you’ve ever wondered what my power is, Enid, now you have your answer,” she says softly.  “But I would appreciate you keeping the knowledge to yourself,” she adds, waiting until the young woman nods before speaking again.  “Sometimes where there are lots of students about and I don’t want to make them feel like I’m spying on them, or if I just want to have a quiet afternoon, I will change form.” 

You turn to find Wednesday looking at you, head tilted in question. 

“Do you find that odd?” she asks following your nod of encouragement.  You’re surprised she waited for the permission to be granted.   

“Very,” you admit.  You always try to be honest with your students and knowing that Wednesday has apparently held on to the knowledge of what Larissa is makes you feel more comfortable sharing with her.  It will go no further than her ears, of that you are certain.  “Especially to begin with.  It’s taken a lot of getting used to, but it’s still her.  The conversation is the same, the personality, it’s just a different look for a few hours.”  It had been incredibly challenging to begin with, but the more time you spent with Larissa in these endlessly different forms, the more it made you realise something.  You’d love her regardless of what she looked like.   

“I’m sorry,” says Enid sheepishly.  “For thinking you’d cheat.  I just...” 

You reach out, stalling the blonde’s fidgeting hands.  “You were looking out for Principal Weems, and I can’t exactly be made at you for that,” you smile.  “It took some guts to come up and confront me.” 

“I’m still sorry.” 

“Well, consider your apology accepted.  Now, why don’t you both go and get yourself something and tell them to put it on my tab?” 

Enid bounces on her heels, her usual infectious smile tugging her lips upwards.  “Are you sure?” 

“I am,” you nod.  “On you go.”   

“Thank you!” beams the young werewolf, linking arms with Wednesday and dragging the pigtailed girl with her.   

You watch them go, a smile on your face.  Your attention is brought back to the woman in front of you as she toys with your hand across the table. 

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” she asks, a frown creasing her features.  “Spending time with me as someone else?” 

You link your hands together, giving a reassuring squeeze.  “It’s odd,” you admit, repeating your earlier words.  “But it’s not spending time with someone else,” you tell her.  “It’s you.  Whether you look like you, or wear another face for a while, when you’re with me, your mannerisms, your speech patterns, your laugh, even your expressions they’re all still the same.” 

Her face softens at your words.  At how well you know her.  She wonders how she hadn’t really considered how it felt for you, before, her appearing as someone else when you spent time together.  She had used her skills so often to keep an eye on her students or simply keep a low profile that it had become second nature. 

“Just one thing,” you tell her.  “Don’t kiss me in any other form but you, just as you are.  I don’t want any lips but your real ones on mine.” 

A smile spreads across those delicious lips.  “That’s a rule I can gladly abide by.”  

[twoturtlesinabathtub]

so I think you mentioned you were working on a new fic in your series. what all has been happening with that? any new details? I’m eagerly awaiting the next chapter :)

Yes! Fic 4 of 5 is coming along nicely—it's just been going a bit slowly, since I'm dealing with some health issues and have been prioritizing those. I'm glad you're excited haha, so here's a sneak peak at the beginning of the fic.

"You crazy bastard, you did it. You actually did it," said Chris, clapping Leon on the back so hard that he stumbled forward a step. "Welcome to S.T.A.R.S., man."

Leon chuckled, clutching tightly the new uniform that had been pressed into his arms about ten minutes before. It wasn't his favorite color—the olive drab of the pants and vest could only do so much for one's complexion—but he could do worse. He fleetingly wondered why the hell the shirt was so white. That didn't seem very practical.

"Thanks," he replied. "Hopefully it won't take long to adjust."

"Nah. You'll crush it, trust me."

Captain Marini seemed to have sensed Leon hadn't wanted to be the center of attention that day, and kept introductions brief—an unnecessary effort, really, since almost every S.T.A.R.S. member on both teams had seen Leon around the office several times over the past year or so.

The worst part had been what Enrico had said to Wesker a few minutes ago.

"I'm surprised you didn't try to snatch him up, first," Marini had remarked. Leon had been by Chris as his friend explained they'd be sharing a desk for the time being, and Leon had been able to overhear the two captains conversing, Wesker leaning against the doorframe of his office with arms casually folded. "Pretty sure we can whip him into shape fast," Enrico had continued. "I almost feel bad for yanking him out from under you." Miraculously, Leon had managed not to choke.

"A missed opportunity on my part, perhaps," Wesker had mused, and Leon had practically been able to hear the suppressed smirk in those nasal tones.

"Who knows? Maybe I can lend him to you, sometime. You know I don't mind sharing."

Chris had squinted at Leon. "That was one weird noise you just made. You had the chicken salad for lunch, didn't you? I told you it looked off," he tutted, shaking his head.

"I appreciate the offer, Enrico," Wesker had said, somehow sounding completely unaffected. "I'm sure Leon could prove flexible enough to perform well in a number of positions. You have good taste."

Leon's attention returned to the present, and he caught the tail-end of Chris saying Leon could look through any of the desk drawers he wanted, but the point man wouldn't be liable for any therapy bills that might ensue.

"What the hell, I'll even let you put up a poster," said Chris, slapping the wall next to his desk. "Except for Mötley Crüe. No goddamn Mötley Crüe. Got it?"

Leon snorted. "Got it."

"Good. And you'll want to talk to Richard soon—he loves to help the new ones out. Right, Rebecca?" Leon and Chris glanced over at the medic, who was seated near the switchboards at the end of the room; she glanced over her shoulder, gave the men a quick thumbs-up and a bright grin, then went back to studying the consoles like she could make them catch fire with her mind.

Leon couldn't help quirking a brow at his friend, even as a fought back a smile. "You're pretty excited—maybe just as excited as I am. Are you assuming me being around the office more means I can pick up even more of your slack?"

"You said it, not me," Chris replied, holding up his hands. "Besides, odds are we won't even be working the same hours very often. Bravo members usually take nights, so you're probably gonna mostly be working the graves shift—which brings me to my next point."

"Your what now?"

Chris's smile was wide and warm. "We should do something fun before your schedule's completely fucked. Jill," he said, turning to catch his fellow teammate's attention.

Valentine was cleaning her gun nonchalantly, boots up on her desk as she leaned back in her swivel chair. "Yeah?"

"You catch all that?"

"Obviously—you're four feet away from me." Jill smiled at Leon. "Good job, Kennedy." Leon returned the expression, albeit a bit self-consciously; he had to actively remind himself not to act like an imbecile in front of one of the people he practically hero-worshipped. "Knew you had it in you."

"Oh, uh, thanks. Yeah." Idiot.

"When does your new schedule start?" Chris asked, craning his neck to look back at Leon.

"Friday night."

"Perfect—plenty of time for you to sleep off a potential hangover." Chris turned towards Jill once more. "So, Harry's? Thursday? We can roll out the welcome wagon."

Jill smirked, slotting the magazine back into her gun without looking. "Like we need an excuse to get drunk. I'll ask around."

[mx-werebat]

Boundaries

// pt: boundaries //

Separated by alter.

Collectively

// pt: collectively //

Asks - we're fine with asks! We would appreciate no donation asks for personal reasons, no "send this to others" type asks, or anything too extremely personal. We'll never have anon asks on, by the way! Also please clarify who you're sending an ask to if you need, and if you want private responses.

We aren't okay from DMs that aren't from mutuals. If you need something please just send an ask, but if you're here to tell us we violated a dni, just block.

I feel this is unnecessary but please don't vague post about us unless you're being positive.

We prefer not being lumped together all the time and would like to be acknowledged individually as well!

We would prefer the orientations of our headmates be respected. We are collectively lesbians, and do not wish to get into arguments with anyone about that, as we adamantly also view our sources the same.

Tagging - we ask not to be tagged in humanoid picrews. We love being tagged in bat photos! Please specify which headmate you're tagging if you're not tagging us collectively.

Interactions - please don't ask us about our eating habits, or send us labels to use unless we're close. Please use tone tags with us! None of us are okay with flirting unless spoken to otherwise.

Also, everyone here is okay with sourcemates and "doubles".. Except Ula. She doesn't really like seeing others who are also Draculaura. Please be mindful of that!

Laura

// pt: Laura //

I love being tagged in Draculaura fanart and bat photos (although I prefer microbats)!

Mutuals can call me Spinel. :>

Please don't send me gifts. I don't want to accidentally hurt anyone's feelings.

You're free to tag me in posts about my headmates!

I'm fine with compliments from anyone!

Ula

// pt: Ula //

Ula's original boundary post (link)

Also to add- please don't tag her in Draculaura fanart, ask her about her source, or anything like that.

No gifts for Ula, please, she's extremely picky

Please don't give Ula compliments unless you're a mutual and accept the fact she may not react the way you want

Frankie

// pt: Frankie //

Feel free to tag Frankie in stimboard posts! She's not a frequent fronter but we'll try to have her see those things.

Please don't talk to Frankie about any ships related to her source counterpart.

Frankie afaik is fine with gifts! Also fine with being tagged in things about her source.

Anyone's cool to compliment Frankie.

Lala

// pt: Lala //

Lala has no boundaries as she doesn't front often and doesn't go on Tumblr.

Pearl

// pt: pearl //

Pearl's fine with gifts! And is also fine being tagged in art of her source / anything related to source unless it has to do with trauma and/or things (/neg) happening to Steven.

Don't mention Steven around her, please. She misses him too much.

Please don't mention Garnet or Amethyst around her either, they're very triggering to her in a negative way. Unless we give you the okay. <- We're unsure if she's okay with Garnet and Amethyst fictionfolk talking to her, by the way. I think she's aware that they're not gonna be the same ones she knew, but we never know.

We don't know her boundaries on ship talk.

Please don't expect her to be all nice about Rose / Pink Diamond. She's expressed loathing for her multiple times.

Pearl is.. Iffy about compliments, for now we'll say mutuals only.

Please don't ask her about shapeshifting. She's uncomfortable with the idea of doing so!

[masodemic]

Have you given any thought to the fact that perhaps a Japanese stage showing in Japan for a Japanese audience will perhaps not be a complete and totally faithful match to the English translated interpretation of the series and characters? 10k words and yet most of your critiques are nitpicks based off your personal interpretation and vision for the project, when you have seemingly no context as to what this type of Japanese stage production usually entails. I'm not sure what exactly your vision was, but I don't believe it's anywhere close to the reality of stage productions in Japan. You bring up Takarazuka which is yet another indicator you have absolutely zero clue about what you're criticizing, as it is entirely separate from this type of stage in not only genre but also production, direction, and budget. I also don't think you have any concept of what the adaptation process actually entails; very frequently unnecessary characters and details are removed, glossed over, or combined. This doesn't equate to a "character assassination". A visual gag in a stage based off a manga which is primarily a comedy before anything else, especially in the early chapters, is not going to single handedly destroy the characterization of a character who, in the original work, is not even present. And bringing in an actor's age and physical acting choices in reference to a character you had never previously seen actually move? I'd like to see your ideal production of this work, though I'm not sure I'd have the time or patience for what would surely be a 3+ hours long, terribly unfunny and boring action play, based off your ideas of what have been done "wrong." Having your critiques is entirely valid, but waiting to drop a 10k word essay into the main tags while having absolutely zero cultural context for the genre of production you're speaking on while the stage is actively running and fans are attending just makes you seem like an overly negative, disrespectful elitist, sorry. Things will simply differ from a 10+ year old English translation when the story is presented in its source language to an audience of native speakers who will pick up on language specific comedy and tones. Really, I'm sorry, but you and the alleged others who dislike this stage play are not and will not be the target audience. Maybe Japanese 2.5d musicals are just not for you.

Hi!! Thanks for taking the time to ask me a question, I love how passionate you are about my rant. Really really appreciate the fact that you've spent god knows how long reading it making a thoughtful response 💖

One thing I'd like to clear away is that I read the manga in its original Japanese, the Showa Japanese so to say. I put the English translation here and there for people who might not read Japanese but still want to understand the screenshot. But sorry to everyone that I was not consistent.

Regarding my opinions on the musical I want to clarify that personally speaking I still believe Eroica could very well work as a musical. And like I said, I do not mind characters being different, Dorian was a bit different and he did good. I also wouldn't have minded if they wrote a new story while keeping the spirit of the OG work. However this particular production stripped it of whatever energy and humor it's got which is a real shame because Eroica is ... well, Eroica.

And thanks again btw, for wanting to see an Eroica musical staged by me. I'm sure it's not likely because licensing is such a bitch but good faith good faith 🤞🏻 It will be 12 hours long and everyone will be singing in avant garde made-up language wearing hooded capes

Hopefully most fans will be able to catch the show this second run around, it's an experience for sure, whether you think it's good or bad

[lemonlamblaura]

My Husband is the God of Pestilence - chapter 11

Shorter chapter this time, but a lot happens in it! 💋💋💋💋💋

"I don't understand."

Kallamar greatly appreciated Shamura's seemingly never-ending well of patience. The spider remained calm, saying again, "Narinder is our new brother. He is the new chosen bearer of the red crown. He will need training to use it properly, so I have decided to take him under my wing."

The kitten had not taken its eyes off him since he appeared in the room. The crown stared him down as well, as if challenging him. The red crown, that gave its bearer power over death itself. Left in the hands of a child, it was a dangerous weapon indeed. At its full power, it could end the life of a person with a simple glance. Kallamar swallowed thickly, looking back to Shamura.

"Is that a good idea?"

Shamura cocked their head at him. "You would rather he weild the crown without precision? That would cause untold chaos throughout the lands and lead to countless unnecessary deaths."

"Can you at least tell him to stop staring at me?"

The spider pulled over a book from their desk, opened it to a random page and set it standing up between Kallamar and Narinder, hiding the new god from view. "He likes to read. Or, rather, he likes the pictures."

"Shamura, I thought you were training me to be a god," Kallamar said. "How can you train me if you are focusing on... him?"

"Can one not speak multiple languages? I can train both you and Narinder. Besides, your training is mostly complete."

"I know, but... I always thought it would be, I mean... I thought... I didn't know your would be taking on other students!"

They seemed to understand what he was saying without so many words. "Kallamar, you are not being replaced. You are still important to me, and should you take the effort to get to know him, you will find companionship in Narinder as well."

Kallamar lifted up the book, showing that Narinder had not moved one inch. He gestured incredulously at the kitten. "You think so?"

Shamura sighed, and their tone grew more serious, "Kallamar, you may not like it, you don't even have to like each other, but Narinder will be staying with me. There is no other option. I will not allow him to go unchecked while the crown sits upon his brow. It would not only be incredibly irresponsible, but also very cruel. And jealousy is not a good look on you, brother."

That last comment really shut Kallamar up. Yes, he was jealous, and he was ashamed to be jealous of a child. And Shamura did make very good points about helping Narinder, and the crown did need a bearer. But Kallamar had always envisioned he and Shamura alone, together, helping each other and counting on one another. He never thought about what would happen when his training days were finally over. What would he do without Shamura? Now they would spend all their time with Narinder and likely forget all about him. Like these past ten years had been for nothing. He felt like a baby bird being shoved from its nest too early.

"Besides," Shamura continued, their tone easing up a little, "isn't it better for the red crown's power to be in our favor?"

Kallamar nodded mutely. He couldn't believe this was happening.

Shamura gazed at him disappointedly. "Was there something you wanted to talk about? You seemed like you had something to discuss with me when you first came."

That's right, what did he come here for again? He wanted to tell Shamura something. "No."

The spider was quiet for a moment, before sighing. "You are welcome to stay, if you like, but I'm afraid the material we are covering will be quite boring. We were going over numbers and sums."

"I better go back to my temple," said Kallamar dejectedly.

"Very well. We hope to see you again soon."

As Kallamar left his seat and began to sink through the floor, he snuck one last peek at Narinder, and saw something that made his blood run cold. An ugly smirk decorated the kitten's face, one of a sore winner, gloating over the loser.

Little did he know it would be the first of many times that Narinder would give him that look.

*

"Good morning!" Lilybell sang, opening the door to Kallamar's study. "I had such a lovely dream last night! You and I were in a huge field picking wild flowers, and... hey, what's wrong?"

Kallamar was slumped over his desk, head in his hands, looking altogether miserable. He hadn't moved in a few hours, and didn't react at all to Lilybell coming into the room.

The girl climbed onto the desk, standing right in front of his face. "Hello-o?" She said, waving a hand at him.

"Mm," came the distant reply. His eyes were sort of glazed over, like he was lost in deep thought.

Lilybell put her hands on her hips, her lips pursed tight. "Mr. Kallamar," she said, feigning seriousness, "you had better tell me what's going on right now or I'll... cry!" But a twitching of her lips suggested that she was closer to laughing than crying. Her expression turned to worry, and she reached up at put a hand on his chin. "Please tell me what's wrong. You're my boyfriend, you can tell me anything."

That seemed to rouse him, and his eyes focused on her. After a few moments, he said, "Shamura has a new apprentice."

"That's good, isn't it?" She asked.

He moved back, sitting up straighter. "Is it? Now Shamura will focus on him and forget all about me."

"No way! Shamura wouldn't do that! Did they say they didn't want anything to do with you anymore?"

"No."

"Well then, don't worry about it! Now you can make a new friend with this new guy! What's his name?"

"He does not want to be friends with me," Kallamar said doubtfully. "You didn't see him, darling. I don't trust him. I feel he is nothing but contemptible."

Her face fell. "I'm sorry. I guess I can understand where you're coming from. Nobody likes to feel like they've been replaced. But even if he doesn't like you, Shamura does. You shouldn't give up on that."

Kallamar gazed down at her fondly, cupping his hands together so she could step into them, before lifting her up to his face. "What would I do without you, my pearl? How do you always know what to say?"

She smiled at him. "I don't know... I guess it's because I... well, I know it's silly, but I guess it's because I don't really see you as a god? I mean, I know you're really big and can do magic and stuff, but, when I look at you, I just see you as a person like me. And I don't want you to feel sad..."

A moment of boldness overtook her, and she crawled forwards on his hands until she was close enough to touch his face, and leaned over to give the side of his mouth a chaste kiss. His mouth dropped open, and when she pulled away she saw a look of surprise on his face.

"I'm sorry! Was that a bad thing to do?" She said hastily.

Something started to happen to him. He began to shrink, the chair around him growing larger, until his hands could no longer hold her, and she held onto his robes so that she wouldn't fall. He continued to decrease in size until he was just her height, and they were both standing on the chair together, looking at each other at eye level for the first time. She was surprised, but not totally shocked at this revelation, considering the magic he could do.

He hesitantly took her hands in his own, lacing the fingers together, leaned forward, and kissed her.

Having never been kissed before, Lilybell was a little unsure of what to do, so she thought it best to let instinct guide her. She let go of his hands and wrapped her arms around his neck, while his arms went around her waist. His lips were quite soft, like the rest of his skin, and his teeth were sharp, but gentle when they brushed against her.

They sank to the seat of the chair together, wrapped up in each other, feeling one another in ways they couldn't when Kallamar was full sized. The blue crown tumbled to the seat as she felt him, and his robe fell after it, revealing four thin black arms and many tentacles, and a small tunic covering his chest. His hands ran down her sides and up her back, getting lost in her hair, and she gasped into his mouth when one cupped her ass.

He broke away, gasping for breath, his face flushed. "What?" He asked, not upset.

"No one's ever touched me there," she breathed, eyes half closed.

"Should I stop?"

She thought about it for a moment, before grabbing his wrist and putting his hand back on her. "No... I like it."

He grinned and kissed her again, giving her backside a loving grope.

Thankfully, no one bothered the lovers for quite some time because they really needed their privacy. No one saw them until after lunch, and a few people commented when Lilybell limped along beside him, but she just smiled, and so did he.

[prsk-krow]

can i request nightcord miku and reader? reader is really doting and loves to spoil her with little trinkets and a lot of food? /P (side note: nightcord miku is so cute i felt like my sister instincts turned on and i want to squish her cheeks T_T)

{Niigo Miku with doting, spoiling reader!} [P]

Awww this is so cute! Also, I'm pretty proud of this one! It was actually easier than I expected, since the ideas flowed together really smoothly for this one! Guess I share the sentiments towards this Miku then! Thnx for the request, and I hope you like the result as much as I did!

Niigo Miku is perhaps one of the most, if not the absolute most innocent variation of vocaloid that there is in the sekais, so to have people doting on her is actually quite normal!

She still isn't really used to it though. She does enjoy the visits that you and the rest of Niigo do, but to bring her so much stuff... She sometimes feels as if it's unnecessary, but she will never stop it herself.

Especially not when it's from you, since you're the one who has gifted her more things than anyone! Some string for cat's cradle, some marionettes to learn to use, some books to read while passing time alone...

She sometimes just stares at the stash of gifts she has received from you, no longer thinking about what to do out of boredom, but instead out of so many options! She does tend to default to the ones she already knows though...

However, no matter how many gifts you may offer the innocent singer, she loved your doting company more than anything else you could offer! There's nothing that can make her eyes light up easier than your voice breaking the silence of the sekai!

"Ah, it's you... Fufu, I'm glad to see you back... Yes, I finished reading the story you gave me. Here you go-... Your hand is so warm... Fufu, you really enjoy patting my head, don't you? It feels really nice as well..."

She doesn't even notice the blush that appears on her face whenever you pat her head or hug her tightly! And although her monotone voice may be hard to break, it's easier to tell that she's happy to be near you.

The other vocaloids easily notice how strong the bond between you and Miku is, and they usually leave you two alone whenever you enter the sekai! (With the exception of Luka sometimes teasing you both) They can tell that you enjoy her company, and that she's just starting to loosen up!

Sometimes, the innocent singer will be just playing with a set of cards that you gave her, and she will randomly stop and blush! The vocaloids used to question her, but they now know that she tends to think of you and your actions while she plays.

It doesn't take long before Miku starts to show her happiness more! Her tone will very slowly start to shift to express her joy, and her movements will loosen up! It's not that much progress, but it's enough to notice!

And that's when she starts to outwardly tell you how much more she enjoys your visits than your gifts! It's a little hard to say, and you notice that she struggles a bit, because she doesn't want to insult you...

But the look on her face as you decide to visit more instead of using that time to search for the best gifts to visit her instead is so precious, it will stick with you forever! Her gentle smile, with those sparkles in her eyes...

"Fufu! You don't have to make such a big deal out of it... I'm just learning to appreciate what you give me. Fufufu, and as much as I enjoy the gifts, your presence if a better one than any of the others..."

Eventually, you'll come to realize that you don't need to give her much, just making time for the vocaloid is enough to make her happy! And she will thank you for it endlessly, as she continued to blush from headpats!

She also gets the courage to actually appear on your phone from time to time to ask for your presence! You had already gotten used to predicting her loneliness, but this make it so much easier to take care for her!

All in all, it's one of the sweetest things that could happen to lighten up the dull atmosphere of the Empty sekai, and Miku will never let go of the warmth that you never fail to bring with you!