#I originally was going to have references to all the outfit options but oh man it got cluttered.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[bluehourbucky]

Ice breaker

pairing: Steven Grant x reader

summary: the first date awkwardness

a/n: I'm still new to writing for Steven so bare with me <3 sorry about the tt reference but I just thought it be funny fhdjdhd

main / moonkinght

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Steven was getting nervous his first date with you is tonight.

He has changed his outfit four times already and if he changes his tie once again he'll be late which won't leave a good impression.

You and Steven met at a library you both often visited, and one time, it just happened that you both wanted to borrow the same book. Unfortunately, there was only one available. Steven and you both wanted to let the other person take it, and in the meantime, someone else had taken it, you had laughed about it and did rock paper scissors to decide who gets it the next time it is available. Steven won, so he promised to let you know when he finishes it so you could borrow it. That's how you exchanged numbers.

You have texted only regarding the books you were reading at the moment and only saw each other at the library. However, last time you had managed to gather courage to ask Steven on a date. Fortunately for you and him he had accepted and you were really excited. Steven is unlike any other man you've met.

He's so sweet and considerate but can be sassy when he wants to, it desn't help that Steven is extremely handsome.

Steven was kind enough to choose the place even though you were the one to ask him on a date. He had told you that he is vegan and you really didn't want to choose a restaurant that had nothing for him so you asked him to do it.

Steven actually blushed when you asked him that, he really appreciated your consideration to his needs.

Steven takes one last look at the mirror and finally manages to get out of his apartment a bit later than he originally wanted to, but he can still get to the flower shop nearby and get you flowers.

"Good evening, I know it's late and you're closing in five but could I please get some flowers." Steven asks as the bells on the door still echo through the flower shop. The lady sighs but nodds.

"Thank you so much I appreciate it. I was wondering if you have dark pink carnations?"

The lady shows him what she has considering it is the end of the day.

"Ah, these are quite light. Do you maybe have some darker ones?"

The woman goes to the back and comes out with the exact ones Steven was looking for.

"Thank you so much." Steven pays and quickly heads into the direction of the restaurant.

He sees you've already arrived and are waiting for him, so he approaches you awkwardly. He hasn't been on a first date in so long.

"Hello, love, sorry I'm late." you turn around and flash him a smile and Steven thinks its the most beautiful smile he's ever seen.

"You're not late I just arrived a bit early because I thought I was late."

"Here these are for you."

Your mouth forms and O before you cover them with your hands.

"I- Thank you Steven so much! It's been so long since I've gotten flowers! They are so beautiful!"

you look at the flowers in awe.

"No problem, darling. Uh shall we go in?"

"Oh yes, please." you're still blushing and when Steven gently rests his arm on your back to lead you in, you can't help the butterflies in your stomach.

The restaurant isn't particularly crowded it's just that all the good spots have been taken

"Bullocks, I should've reserved a good table I'm sorry."

"It's alright I don't mind where we sit." and you really don't you're just excited to be with Steven.

It doesn't take long for you to decide what to drink, with food It's a bit different all of the options look very tasty.

After some consideration and Steven's help you finally decide what to order, but as soon as the waiter leaves its silent.

The silence isn't that awkward but it also kind of is.

Steven's mouth are quicker than his brain so in order to break the awkward silence he suddenly blurts out a random fact.

"Did you know the ancient Egyptians belived that the most significant thing you could do in your life was die?"

Firstly you look at him blankly but then you laugh.

"That's really interesting and an awesome way to break the ice. Tell me more." You say, and Steven let's out a sigh of relief. Needless to say, there were no more awkward silences.

[the end]

not really happy with this but oh well

[hezuart]

hi i have two questions if thats okay!! :0 apologies if you have answered any of these already!! 1. is do you think youll ever update or come back to the small bad dreams picrew? its so helpful for creating and planning little nightmares ocs!!!!! 2. is do you have tips for making a similar picrew? at some point id like to try and create a picrew for little nightmares too (hopefully in a style similar to the comics lol)

Hi there!

I don't have any plans to update that picrew, but were there items you wished there were in it?

Oh man, I haven't made a picrew in a long time, but last I used it, the sorting is SO important. It's such a strange thing, see. The mass uploading was done by COLOR! Not by individual item!

You see these colors? If you want to mass upload instead of individually upload, you need to upload them by color.

See? Each item has a number. You need to group each same-color item together in a folder and upload them with their corresponding color. So for example, let's say I nickname item 01 as "Six's Origin Hair". (Sadly I don't think Picrew will let you do that, its all numbers) Item 02 is "Very Little Nightmares Six Hair"" and item 03 is "LN 2 Six Hair" I want to make a red, orange, and yellow color option for each hair. So, I make folders for each color on my computer. For the "red folder" I add 01, 02, and 03's hairstyles of that color into one folder. Then I go to the mass upload option on Picrew, and tell it to upload from the red folder. It will upload all red per item. It can be tricky if you misname an image. Like if I accidentally name "Very Little Nightmares Six Hair" Red as 01.png and not 02.png as it is supposed to be, "Very Little Nightmares Six Hair" red option will appear for "Six's Origin Hair" which is incorrect.

Hopefully that makes sense. Be sure to upload all PNGs with transparent backgrounds, and take care to put a black background behind all your images before exporting them as PNGs so you can detect any white noise pixels that appear out of place! (Basically keep the exports transparent, and clean)

There also may be limits to how many items you can export to your picrew.

Be aware, picrew also has a strict copyright policy. Japan is extremely strict and weird about copyright. There have been quite a few picrews taken down for being clear fan content of copyright material. I know specifically an Animal Crossing and another Little Nightmares picrew were taken down for "copyright infringement".

In America this should be considered fair use, especially if the picrew is labeled for "personal use" by the creator, but the Picrew Team doesn't take any chances. So if you're going to make a Little Nightmares picrew, you need to disguise it like I did. I changed the name of it, I parodied the character intro, and I made the thumbnail their own characters instead of a representative like Six, despite several game references & main character outfits hidden within the Picrew options.

[heleentje]

how do Gorons' gender ties to your genderqueer Link headcanons?

Right! Oh, I have Thoughts about this.

Like that Goron meta stated, I believe that the Gorons are, by nature, agender. Hylians see them as male, and as such they're referred to with male pronouns in Hylian; in contrast, the Gerudo see them as female (and I believe this would also be reflected in the Gerudo language if we saw more of it). This is why Gorons are allowed in Gerudo Town.

As for the Gorons themselves, they don't mind either interpretation, but neither is exactly true. I imagine the Goron language is gender-neutral in structure, and when we hear them using terms like brother, it's merely a Hylian translation of an originally neutral concept (sibling/close friend/person I trust implicitly).

So how does that tie into Link?

(Obligatory disclaimer: the following is all my personal headcanon. Your headcanon may not match mine, and that's perfectly okay!)

In the BoTW memories, we see a Link who led an extremely regimented life, and suffered from that enough to develop some pretty bad anxiety. So any inclinations of genderqueerness would go completely unnoticed. He wouldn't even think to consider the option.

But then you get to BoTW proper, and (depending on your playstyle) he very quickly starts to deviate from the path set out for him. Oh yes, he will help the people of Hyrule. He will face Ganon eventually. But in the meantime, he's also going to climb every mountain he sees and probably fight Lynels while riding a bear or something. On fire.

So when Link goes to Gerudo and has to wear the vai outfit, that's... probably a lot more comfortable than anticipated. But y'know, it's just a nice outfit. Doesn't necessarily mean anything. And if it becomes harder and harder to deal with the idea that the Gerudo wouldn't welcome the 'voe' he really is... Well, that's just because no one likes lying to their friends, right?

(on a sidenote, I am forever salty that you cannot upgrade the vai set. Make it happen, botw2.)

Because it's not like he feels unhappy as a man! It's just that... well, being seen as a woman is nice too.

But again, this is a Link who lived the majority of his life in a very strict environment. For a long time, he had no idea that it was possible to be anything else than what people expected him to be, and he's only now learning that.

So here's where the Gorons come in. Because having people who don't fit anywhere within that male-female binary, is a new concept. It's a revelation. You don't have to choose. You can be male, and female, or something else entirely, or nothing at all.

And that's something that would be so important to BoTW!Link. This ability to choose, the option to be whoever he wants to be, unconstrained by any notions that were prescribed to him in the past... Throughout the game, he's learning who is was, and more importantly who he wants to be, and I believe having the Gorons around would help immensely with that.

[tibby]

hey tibby. can you give me a quick synopsis of the jarchie longcon? i'm not going to watch riverdale but i'd like to learn through osmosis

here is a VERY quick run down of it and doesn’t cover archie’s general relationships with men/possible gayness outside of jughead:

in 2003, roberto aguirre-sacasa sets out to debut his play archie’s weird fantasy, in which archie moves to new york, falls in with leopold and loeb, and realises that he’s gay. he receives a cease and desist letter from archie comics the day before the premiere, and is forced to remove all archie references and make it weird comic book fantasy.

roberto goes on to write several episodes of glee. after he departs, one of the characters makes a comment about “archie comics fanfiction where archie and jughead are gay for each other.”

roberto is hired as the chief creative officer of archie comics, and is later the showrunner of riverdale.

jughead is established as the narrator of riverdale. his only interaction with another character in the pilot episode is when he and archie accidentally meet at pop’s diner, and jughead says the gamechanging quote of he was looking for the girl next door. instead he found me.

archie says that he’s never been able to feel whatever it is he’s supposed to feel with betty.

in episode two, gay kevin asks “are we 100% archie’s straight?” reggie jokes that archie and jughead must have killed jason together, as some kind of pervy blood brother thing.

jughead notes that he would do anything to protect archie.

jughead has been living in a closet at school, not wanting to live with his alcoholic father. archie discovers this and invites jughead to move in with him, which he does for the remainder of the season.

cheryl refers to them as “bert and ernie,” historically thought to be husbands.

a lot of the s2 conflict is based around archie and jughead’s relationship, due to archie falling in with rich mob man and greatest character of all time hiram lodge, while jughead is allied with the southside and actively opposed to hiram. despite this, archie agrees to help jughead be a drug runner. it’s at this point that he tells jughead “you know, i had this stupid idea. that after graduation, instead of going to college, we’d both move to new york. you were this writer, and i’d be this musician, and we’d both live in like the east village or something, just doing our thing.” “where are betty and veronica in this scenario?” “they’re roommates on park avenue.” not only is the new york dream a reference to archie’s weird fantasy, but archie’s ideal future involves him living with jughead, and he only mentions their girlfriends when jughead asks about them - and even then, they’re still not in the main picture. archie is jughead’s past and jughead is archie’s future.

jughead and veronica kiss, at which point betty points out that the only members of the core four that haven’t locked lips are archie and jughead.

archie goes to prison, fittingly named leopold & loeb, where he has his first gay kiss, and is immediately stabbed afterwards. jughead, at this point in time, is playing a g&g game that parallels archie’s prison break, and refers to the moment as a judas kiss.

archie and jughead go on the run together and it’s all very intense and homoerotic. they go to hide with jughead’s estranged mother, who immediately suggests that they’re a couple, and “always knew” there was something between them. she is not convinced when they deny it.

archie is diagnosed with gay by the school therapist.

jughead’s facebook header is revealed to be a picture of him and archie.

archie has his second gay kiss in the musical episode. he later kisses betty, and they perform wicked little town (reprise) while dancing in their outfits from the pilot episode. once again: jughead is archie’s future, betty is his past, veronica is his present. all roads lead to jarchie.

everyone else is banned from prom, so archie asks jughead to go with him. jughead replies oh, i’d be honoured, but i’m not putting out. gay kevin quips let the fanfiction begin.

jughead writes an elaborate story in which the gang kills their principal, mr honey. in the original version, jughead betty and archie are pro murder. in the revised one, archie is the voice of reason, the “good guy” of the story, while betty is still a villain. jughead’s writing FRAMES the show, he is the narrator, he writes stories about the stuff that happens to them, and it is always about archie. archie is the star of jughead’s life.

veronica and jughead find out about barcheating, breaking up varchie and bughead. despite this, jughead and archie say goodbye on good terms, and jughead completely forgives archie. he later imagines seeing archie at pop’s diner a year after their graduation, and is saddened when he realises that it isn’t.

after archie leaves riverdale, jughead squats in the andrews house for about a month before college. he doesn’t tell anyone this. it should be noted that he had been living with betty for the past year, and had the option to keep doing so, but it didn’t “feel right.”

everyone comes back to riverdale after seven years, jughead is once again homeless and archie has a “buddy” from army. jughead eventually moves in with archie again, and even refers to him as sweet prince. even after years of radio silence, archie is jughead’s safe place to land.

tl;dr: riverdale is a revenge scheme fifteen years in the making so roberto aguirre sacasa can get back at archie comics for not allowing him to premiere his gay little archie play, and all roads lead to jughead.

[denkis-sluttyboy]

Caregiver Headcanons!

Okay so I’m an age dreamer and I was like obessesing over the though of some of the mha character’s being your caregiver so HEY CAREGIVER HEADCANONS! (Yes they are dating you but it’s not ddlg) Also, let me know if I should do oneshots or more caregiver headcanons with other characters (which I might anyways).

Characters: Bakugou, Izuku, Denki

Mentions - Littlespace, Age regression, Caregiver being referred to as daddy/dadda/dad, and Bratty little.

Bakugou -

Bakugou would be the type of caregiver that will punish you no hesitation, curses in front of you mostly because he forgets your in littlespace, and has his merch as your toys. The merch runs from Dynamight Pj’s, to Dynamight Teddybears.

Of course when you first told Bakugou you age regressed he looked at you like it was some kind of sickness. You spent a good few hours explaining what it was and asking if he could be your caregiver which you then again had to explain what a caregiver is.

“So... I’m your daddy? That is, when you’re in this state.” He seemed to understand well enough. Or.. so you thought.

Here came the first time you were age regressed in front of him and he literally forgot everything you told him.

“Shit. What do I do again?!” He stared at you, sucking on your thumb, for a good few minutes before you actually said something to him

“Dadda! Uppies. Im hungryyyyy!” You reached up for him and he quickly wanted to tell you that he wasn’t going to carry you but realized you were literally in the state of a child in this moment. Plus, you were adorable in your outfit.

He ended up carrying you everywhere. He didn’t complain though, it was nice seeing you so happy. Thoughhh, there were moments.

“No!” you shouted at him when he kept telling you to go to bed. It was past 8:30. “Just get in the bed! Or.. you’re getting a punishment” this man knew damn well he didn’t know how to punish a child properly because he was often punished with hits to the back of his head when he was younger. “Noooo!” You threw a teddy bear at him which... caught on his ear piercing and snagged it out. That pushed him over the edge.

“No?! Haha. Okay.” He picked you up and put you in a corner with a thick white gate that was set up earlier that morning. “Hey! Get me out of here!” You kicked, stomped, and punched but there was no use. “This is your punishment. Until you decide you wanna go night nights, you’ll be in this corner.” Well, barely a full hour later you were against the corner’s wall sleep. “Tch, you dumb rascal. Causing so much fuss.” He picked you up again this time, placing you on his bed. You looked so peaceful. Gently lifting you hair, he places a small kiss on your forehead.

Izuku - 

Izuku is the type of caregiver that already did a bunch of research and knows what to do. Tries his best to compromise when your being bratty and always gives the best rewards.

When you told him you age regressed he lit up with happiness. “No way! I saw that somewhere and had to do tons of research on it! Is that why you love mr. might so much?” Mr. Might was a cute plush Izuku got you for your birthday. You often slept with it and took it everywhere, usually with the excuse “Ah, I didn’t mean to put him here!”.

Izuku spent many hours asking questions and how he should take good care of you. “I’m so excited. I bet you’re the cutest as a little. Just as cute as you are now! Oh my all might, I’d be your dad right? That sounds a little weird but I’ll adjust!”.

When you told him you could use just his name or refer to him as your caregiver he insisted you call him “dadda” or “daddy” or whatever you felt comfortable with.

When you first regressed in Izu, he though he’d be prepared but what he didn’t know was that you were a bratty little.

“Come on, please just eat this!” Trying to get you to eat any healthy snack was impossible. “I want that!” You didn’t specify but the fact you finger was leading towards the stash of small candies, it was clear what “that” was.

Eventually he compromised by letting you eat a candy first, then the healthy snack that was originally supposed to eaten alone, then again eating another small candy.

Constant small praises, rewards, and free time was earned when you did anything close to good. “Good job! Now you can draw for a little!”

Bedtime was a hassle. You wouldn’t sit down for even a second. “At least put your pj’s on!”, after running through the rooms he got you to put them on. “If I put on cartoons will you lay down?” You hopped into the bed and smiled, “Cartoons! Now!”. The rest of the night you two dozed off cuddled together watch Disney cartoons.

Denki -

Though he knew everything needed to be known about being a caregiver... was sadly mistaken. Loses literally anything or thinks he lost it when really you were just hiding it for the 5th time already. You both end up tired and drooling on each other at the end of the night because your busy trying to cause chaos while he’s busy just trying to keep you somewhat alive.

Well, when you told Denki you age regressed he seemed like it was an everyday thing. “Alright, I’m your caregiver then!”, you cocked your head when he said just that. “You.. have not questions?” He laughed. “You probably don’t remember but you age regressed in front of me before. I was confused them but I did a little research and I’m sure I nailed down what to do!” It was a relief..

Yeah no, he didn’t know what to do. “Whyyy are you being such a brat right now?!” You stuck your tongue out and blew a wet raspberry at him. “Gross yn! What do you want?! Milk? Candy? Teddy? Paci?” You nodded at the last option. “Okay! I can find it.”

No he couldn’t. You hid it. Under the bed. Which was dusty, gross, and weirdly smelled. The smell probably came from the sticky socks but whatever. “Crap, crap, where the hell is yn’s pacifier?!” You wiggle your toes acting oh so innocent as the poor boy looked up, down, around, and very much below everything.

Once he found it he tried to shove it in your mouth but when you pushed it away he realized you actually wanted it clean.

So he spent a good few minutes cleaning white gunk, dust, and spit off of your pacifier.

Thankfully bedtime rolled around. Denki was tuckered out and so were you. You both ended up cuddling on the couch, sleep, and drooling.

[detectivehannibal]

Dr. Lecter Will See You Now

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Hannibal Lecter x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Language.

A/N: Award for the worst title goes to me. Also, I’m gonna give third person a try. I have a love-hate for second person.

Requested by: @lousyydimwit

Word Count: 1,719

“It is. Do you have an eye for brands, Dr. Lecter?”

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She was spoiled. It was as simple as that. She had always had everything handed to her on a silver platter. She knew this, of course. She wasn’t exactly stupid. A little blind to reality maybe, but not stupid. Everyone tended to have a bit of an immediate judgement when it came to her. She was always well put together and never had any part of her that was out of place. She was determined to be at her best all the time, mainly because everyone expected her to be. She never really thought about how exhausting it could be.

Her parents had worked endlessly in their early years of marriage and careers to ensure that she’d have the most stress free life possible. They struck it big and were able to send their little girl to the finest schools possible to assure her success. She had lived a VERY comfortable life. 

Still, she enjoyed being given anything she could ever want and/or dream of. She loved her lavish life. At least, until she was told that her time was up. Her parents had always told her that they would always take care of her until she was old enough to handle herself. She was 25 now and well past the age of being able to provide for herself. They weren’t cutting her off so to speak. They would just casually begin sending her less and less money until they were sure she was fine to make it on her own. So, they dropped the bombshell on her. 

She was going to have to get a job.

She wasn’t angry or anything. She knew this day would come eventually. She just hated that it came so quickly. At first, it was hard for her to accept that she was finally going to have to become a working adult, but she kind of found it exciting once she began job searching. 

But not just any job would do. She would rather be dead than work in a job that required real hard labor. She just wasn’t cut out (or used) to that sort of scene. God forbid that she break a nail while working. She ruled out waitressing, any kind of retail job, or anything that involved intense customer service. Her options were slimming down fast and she was getting discouraged. That’s when she found her golden ticket. 

She was skimming through the paper one morning when she saw an ad saying that a psychiatrist in the Baltimore area was in need of a secretary. She wasn’t familiar with the name of the therapist...but he looked oddly familiar. In any event, she saw this as her chance at work. She dialed the number, set up a time for an interview, and she was well on her way.

Here’s a little secret. She didn’t actually expect to get the job. She thought that Dr. Lecter would be interested enough in her to give her a recommendation for another job opening, not actually hire her as his secretary. Which was why she was stunned when he basically hired her on the spot and told her that she would start the following morning. When she realized that this was actually happening, she knew she had to put her absolute best presence forward. At least, until she was comfortable to relax into it. What he didn’t know, however, was just how much of an impact she was going to have on his life. 

She arrived on time the next morning, ready to get to work. Her job was pretty simple. Answer the phone, check in his patients as they arrived, take messages for him when he was in a session, get him coffee when requested. The basic assistant kind of job. She sat behind the desk in the lobby of his office, acquainting herself with the new area. He exited his office a little after lunch to check on her. It had really been the first time he had actually interacted with her that day.

“Ms. [Y/L/N],” He said standing in front of the desk. She looked up at him respectfully, but a hint of a smirk on her face; “I presume you are settling in nicely?”

On top of being a privileged lady, she was a fast learner. All her years of extensive schooling had prepared her in ways she never expected. She was acing her first day, much to his surprise. He was extremely observant and he expected her to be...well...kind of an idiot. 

“Yes, Dr. Lecter. Everything is just fine.” She replied confidently.

He hadn’t figured it out just yet, but he found her rather interesting. She wasn’t intimidated by him like most people were. As a matter of fact, that was the very reason he had been in need of a new secretary. The last one was so frightened of Hannibal that she took her talents elsewhere. It wasn’t like he had tried to kill her or anything. He had only done that to one of his former secretaries. 

“Good. I was hoping you were adjusting well.” He responded, putting his hands in his pockets.

She smiled, returning to her work briefly before realizing he was still standing there. She raised a brow;

“Do you need something?” She asked sweetly.

He was looking at her outfit. A skirt, blouse, and blazer with a pair of heels. He noted that it was a quite expensive getup, something none of his previous assistants had worn. 

“No, but I must ask. Is that Alexander McQueen you’re currently wearing?” He asked. 

He knew the answer was yes, but he wanted to see if she actually knew herself. He was beginning to get an inkling that she had come from a more than rich lifestyle. Luckily, she did actually know what it was, but she didn’t always know the origins of her clothes. Everything had always been bought for her. 

“It is. Do you have an eye for brands, Dr. Lecter?” She questioned.

He gave the slightest smile;

“I tend to, yes.” He answered simply.

He walked back into his office to prepare for his next appointment. She was a little disappointed that the conversation had ended so abruptly, but she knew that wouldn’t be the last time she ever spoke to him. This was a full time gig after all. She was over the moon with how things were going and it looked like she was going to be just fine.

Her first week went by without a hitch and the more conversations she had with Hannibal, the more bold she became. She didn’t know it yet, but she was finally having a say in her life. She was able to make decisions without something popping in to suggest her otherwise. She could be herself. However, her real self caused annoyance to come out of Dr. Lecter. But he was a patient man. He knew she just wanted to impress him. Even though he wouldn’t tell her yet, she was the best secretary he had been able to have in years. That still didn’t stop the twinge of irritation in his chest every time she said something unprofessional.

He entered the office around 7:00 AM, briskly walking by her desk like a man on a mission. She gave a fake offended gasp;

“Well, good morning, Dr. Lecter!” She called after him. 

He stopped at his doorway. He would admit, that was rather rude. He turned to face her;

“Good morning, [Y/N].”

That’s when she realized why he had been in such a hurry to get into his office. Coffee had been spilled all down the front of his white collared shirt and his pants. She couldn’t help but laugh lightly;

“Oh, I see you’ve had a great start to the morning,” She said sarcastically; “Would you like me to go get you another outfit?” She asked reaching for her keys.

“No, that won’t be necessary. I keep a spare in my office closet.” He explained.

She paused for a second, then a devious grin spread on her face. He mentally slapped himself, knowing she had found humor in what he had just said. 

“Do you now? Is it often that you have to change clothes while at work?” She asked, giving an implication that he wasn’t catching on to yet.

“It’s only for situations like this,” He said referring to his coffee stained outfit; “What are you inferring?”

She stood from her chair, leaning against the desk;

“Well, I’m sure you have to do something in between sessions.” She hinted.

What an insane accusation! He would never...pleasure himself while at work. And even if he did, he surely wouldn’t tell her about it. His posture and expression stayed unchanged, but he was getting agitated.

“I’m not sure I appreciate that statement, [Y/N].” He said honestly.

She was unfazed and pressed on;

“Come on, Dr. Lecter. I know you get bored in there. I’d probably do it too,” She admitted; “Honestly, if I looked like you? I know I would do it.” She flirted.

Now he was taken aback. That was quite the confession coming from his secretary. He was mentally noting to himself that this was probably why he was so intrigued by her. She wasn’t like his previous secretaries in the sense that she wasn’t afraid to say anything to his face. She was extremely honest and forward with her thoughts. He found that refreshing in a way.

“I’m flattered that you think that of me.” He accepted the compliment.

She shrugged, running a hand through her hair;

“I’m just saying.” She replied, sitting back down at her desk.

He pondered her words. Surely, there wasn’t anything wrong with being attracted to his secretary...or anything wrong with his secretary being attracted to him. He was still at his door, deep in thought. She noted the time was now 7:15, and he had his first patient at 7:30.

“Dr. Lecter,” She said snapping him out of his daze; “Paula Wallace’s appointment is in fifteen minutes.”

He nodded, getting back to work;

“Right. Of course.”

He retreated into his office finally to change into a new shirt and pants. A fresh thought entered his mind as he finished buttoning his shirt;

Maybe this new secretary was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

[stitch1830]

Joy keeps yelling at me to update this story, so here I am. Updating.

Here is the original plus add ons, and Here is where you can read it on ao3 (eventually, still uploading chapters lmao). This is a long chapter, my apologies.

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First Date

“All right, ready to go?”

Toph muttered and grumbled obscenities under her breath in the passenger seat, and Aang just chuckled as he started the car up and drove off to their first date destination.

After sitting in silence for a few minutes, Toph finally spoke. “Where are we going?”

“A special breakfast awaits us.”

“You sure you’re not just gonna kidnap and kill me, Twinkles?”

“I mean, let’s see where the day takes us, don’t you think?”

Despite her sleep-deprived state, Toph couldn’t help but laugh. Aang seemed to have that effect on her.

When they arrived at their destination, Aang quickly hopped out of the car to meet Toph outside her door because he was giddy with excitement. Toph raised an eyebrow at her potential kidnapper. “You’re awfully excited for some breakfast food.”

“What, are you telling me that you’re not a fan of,” he paused for dramatic effect, “breakfast food??”

“I am, but unless I’ve stayed up all night, I’d rather not get up at seven to eat,” she groaned.

“Not to worry, date buddy,” Aang began as he wrapped an arm around Toph’s shoulder. “This food will not only wake up your taste buds, but it will fill you with all the love and happiness you’ll need to continue on with the day!”

Toph sighed, “You really are a morning person, aren’t ya.”

“Oh, yeah. If that wasn’t clear earlier, I am most definitely a morning person.”

“Charming.”

Aang continued to grin like a 3rd grade schoolboy and led Toph inside the establishment.

When they settled in their seats, Toph leaned across the table and asked, “Alright Twinkletoes, how are their eggs and bacon here?”

Aang hummed, “Eggs are good, can’t say I know what the bacon is like. I’m a vegetarian.”

Toph’s mouth was agape. “What?”

The man chuckled. “Is that a problem?”

“I mean I’m on a date with a fuckin’ plant eater!” She practically yelled at him, but her tone was facetious and the smile that played across her lips told Aang that she only pretended to care.

“Don’t worry about food though, Toph. I’ve got it all planned out.”

And he did. At the crack of dawn, Aang called the restaurant owner to relay his brilliant breakfast sampler idea.

He also made a few other calls, but those date activities were for later.

An amused but skeptical look graced Toph’s face, and it didn’t leave until the food was presented in front of them.

“Okay,” Aang began to explain. “We’ve got lots of options to sample in front of us, all meat free sad to say for you, but all food items are absolutely delicious and have the owner’s honor on them.”

Toph laughed. “What does that even mean, Twinkletoes?”

“Uh, just that he vouches for the food!”

She let out a sigh. “All right. What should I try first?”

And so they sampled everything on the table, smelling and tasting every item with precision and order. Aang somehow planned out every bite to be better than the last, culminating to the pièce de résistance: Belgian waffles.

Now, that wasn’t to say that the other food was subpar. Far from it. But as far as Toph was concerned, the owner of the establishment knew his way around Belgian waffles and it was the absolute best breakfast food she ever had.

As Toph leaned back in her chair, stuffed, she wondered what else could be on the ‘date list,’ considering they just spent almost 2 hours over indulging themselves with breakfast food. Not to mention the pair had spent the entire day yesterday talking to one another. There wasn’t much else to talk about, and Toph was worried they might lose their momentum for the remainder of the date.

She was wrong.

Their second stop on the date was a music museum. One that carried a collection of songs and instruments from around the world.

“Okay, date spot number two, let’s go!”

“And what’s the plan here?”

“We are gonna be traveling all over the world, Toph!” he exclaimed. “And we’re gonna do it in style.”

All of a sudden, a popular trumpet melody and lick blared around the entire museum (empty museum. Apparently it was closed to all except Toph and Aang).

Because of the oh so mushy and romantic gesture, Toph had to scoff at the song selection. “'Come Fly With Me' by Frank Sinatra?” she teased. “What are you, 80, Twinkletoes?”

“Hey! I’ll have you know that this is a classic and it was my foster father’s favorite song!” he defended. “And, it is the perfect song for this, because we are going to fly.”

“What??”

“Well, not really, but use your imagination will, you?”

So she did.

They walked around the museum, listening to different types of music around the world. Aang made her pay special attention to the different rhythms of the world, and they went back and forth listening attentively for special sounds in the songs. The museum curator, Chong, apparently gave Aang a list of facts and interesting tidbits about the music as well. It certainly added to the experience, even if Aang was just reading what was on the cards. And while they ‘travelled’ to different parts of the building, Aang put on his cheesy Sinatra song and even skipped around the museum to the beat of it.

It was absolutely ridiculous hearing him dance around the museum, but also absolutely endearing.

When they completed their trip around the world, Toph and Aang drove twenty minutes off campus to a small vineyard. Toph raised a skeptical eyebrow toward her date, then asked, “What’s all this about, Twinkletoes?”

She could practically feel his grin from where she stood. “We’ll find out soon! Come on, I think you’ll really like this one.”

“Well if we’re at a vineyard, you’re damn right I’m gonna like it.”

Aang clicked his tongue at her. “Not like that, Toph. Just wait.” He grabbed her hand and led her into the building. Aang led her through the building and suddenly stopped the two of them. His hand squeezed hers, motioning her to reach out in front of her. What Toph found was something that felt like a large, metal tub. She wrinkled her eyebrows and turned the corners of her lips down. “What is this?”

“It’s a tub filled with grapes. We’re gonna crush them.”

“Crush them?” she questioned. “Like, with a grape stomper—”

“—With our feet!”

The woman maintained her skeptical look. “Don’t they have machines for this?”

“Yes, but stomping grapes with your feet gives the winery more control on the seed separating process. They can control the amount of tannins—”

“—Okay too many fancy words, Twinkles.” Toph playfully put a hand up to stop his ramblings and smiled at him. “What are we waiting for? Let’s stomp some grapes!”

So they did.

They stomped, smashed, and crushed grapes with their bare feet as Toph and Aang held onto each other for support. The grapes poked and tickled at their feet, but it was such a fun experience. Toph even challenged Aang to goof around and jump in the vat of grapes to crush them. A silly dare that ended in near failure (Aang almost landed in the crushed grapes and juice on his ass), but all was well and no clothes were stained during the dare. Toph even promised she wouldn’t hold it over his head… Well, not for long at least.

Once they finished their stomping session, they cleaned off their feet and ventured into the restaurant part of the winery for dinner. This time, Aang promised Toph that she could choose her own meal, and she was adamant on getting a plate that served some sort of meat.

“You deprived me of meat all day, Twinkletoes,” she began. “If this was an all-you-can-eat buffet, my plate would be stacked this high with meat.” Her hand went above her head for her meat tower reference, and Aang laughed at the visual aid.

“Hey, you have to admit, those waffles were good though!”

Toph smiled genuinely. “They were.”

They spent the next five minutes going over the menu and choosing their respective meals and drinks.

“Hey, do we get to taste the grapes we just stomped?” she teased. “Hmm,” Aang jokingly pondered. “Maybe in a couple years, but we can buy a bottle right now to remember the experience,” he offered.

“Make it two.”

Dinner was a delight, and so was the company. It seemed that conversation topics were in abundance for the couple, and the only time they were silent was when they ate their meals (which were delicious). Then, it was time to go home.

As they were driving back to Toph’s apartment, Toph’s mind simply wandered back to all the activities and things they accomplished in the last few hours. It was a sensory overload kind of date. Every activity focused on a different sense, and Toph loved every second of it. So much thought and care went into this day, and she only gave the man 6 hours at most to prepare it all. Needless to say, Toph was impressed with Aang.

When the night came to a close and they were preparing to say their goodbyes at Toph’s door, it was only fitting a bit of banter was thrown around.

“Thanks for not kidnapping me.” She grinned.

“I was close near the middle when we went to Peru, but by the time we were in Acapulco Bay, I decided against it.”

“Hey, at least I didn’t nearly stain my entire outfit by taking a swim in freshly squeezed grapes!”

“I take no blame for that you egged me on! And I didn’t fall in, so it’s not as funny.”

“Still, the thought is funny enough.”

Aang chuckled and smiled at Toph. “I suppose.”

A comfortable silence fell between them, and now was the time for sincerity. For the first time in a long time, Toph didn’t want the day to end. She didn’t want the date to end. Toph broke the silence and began by saying, “Aang.”

Aang looked at her. Even though she only made up a nickname for him yesterday, it was weird for her to use his actual name. He stopped talking and looked at her. “This was…” Toph paused to form the right words, and a great big smile grew across her face. “This was the most amazing day ever. Thank you.”

“I’m so glad you liked it, Toph. It was the best day ever for me, too,” he grinned.

“How did you even reserve some of these activities? I mean, the stomping grape shit? C’mon.”

Aang shrugged. “I’ve volunteered at a lot of places around campus. I guess you can say I’ve got the connections.”

“Wow, who would’ve thought being a good samaritan would pay off?”

“Pretty sure Jesus did, Toph,” he teased.

And for that, he received a good punch to the arm.

“Whatever, Twinkles,” she jabbed. “But if that was the first date, can’t imagine what the second date will be like. High expectations, my fancy dancer.”

“Oh, so there will be a second date?”

It was Toph’s turn to shrug. “Well, you said there was more to me, and there seems to be more to you that I would like to find out.”

Aang couldn’t help but smile at Toph. Goodness, she was something else.

“Date number two can be arranged,” he began. “Although it sounds like maybe this is your date to manage.”

“Absolutely not, I already challenged you to outdo yourself,” she smirked.

Aang playfully groaned. “Fine! But… There is one last thing we have to do before date night is considered over.”

Toph raised a skeptical eyebrow at her date. “What else could you possibly have planned for—”

Her sentence was interrupted by his lips. It was just a light peck on her lips, and when he pulled away, Toph immediately dragged him back to her to kiss him. This time, it was longer and harder, and she pulled him just a little too hard, because they stumbled into the apartment door. But they didn’t break apart for a second. The most exhilarating first date culminated into the best first—er—makeout session?

Their little stumble into the door must’ve been interpreted as a knock, though, because suddenly Katara opened the door and the couple nearly fell into her arms.

“What the fuck?! You guys!” Katara exclaimed. She was rather surprised by the scene in front of her, but not completely taken aback. She playfully chastised her friend and yelled, “Quit defiling my roommate, Aang!”

Aang turned beet red, but Toph just cackled at the inconvenience. She straightened herself and called back to Aang as Katara pulled her into their place. “Night night, Twinkles! Bring your A game next week, will ya?”

The door was shut in his face before he could reply.

But Aang was pretty sure he floated back to his car. He was on cloud nine after that kiss, after the most perfect day.

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Kinktober Day 2: The Scarlet Eclipse - Initiation

Kinktober Day 2 Prompts: Nipple Play ~ Tickling ~ Immobilization

Fandom: Original (Auchendale Archives)

Tags: Exophilia, nipple play, bondage, immobilization, tickling

Pairing: Human(F)/??(M), Reader(f)/Lucien

[Author’s Note: Someone told me they were quite fond of Lucien, so I thought I would give him a solo story and make it a Reader story as best I could.] 

You were new to Auchendale, drawn to it for the unique way the city had been built and how it thrived. Integration, unity, a strange sense of community. Yes all cities had some level of a mixing of races, but here it was different. Every building, every business, each home or structure meant for habitation, they were built with diversity in mind. There was no standard, each race, each size, would find some place they could fit in. 

No buildings or businesses had racial exclusions, in Auchendale it simply was not allowed. It was that diversity that drew you in, caught your interest, but it was the beauty of Auchendale that made you fall in love with it. A strange yet functional blend of modern convenience and nature coexisted to make one of the most unique cities in the world.

Wanting a new and unique experience you chose to move into one of the neighborhoods where the homes were built into the natural features of the hillsides and trees. You couldn’t afford a large space, but a nice tree dwelling had been up for sale. It was simple, cozy, just big enough for you and all your belongings, with a little extra space that helped you feel less cramped. 

The natural shade of the tree helped keep you cool in the heat of the summer, and it was equipped with modern conveniences such as electricity. Solar powered of course, which was nice because you needed to keep your bills down. Everything about your cozy little home made you happy.

However, it wasn’t just the unity that drew you to Auchendale, there was more. A club, one that was well known in the circles you frequented. It was considered a high end establishment, one of the best, a must experience for anyone in the kink community. Individuals traveled all over to experience the club for one day, but now that you lived here, you could experience it as much as you liked.

You had submitted an application before your move, providing all of your information and your future address, anything to speed the process along. As the club's popularity grew, membership became more difficult to attain. Their vetting process was extended and minimum requirements had to be met for those wanting more than a day pass. 

Once your membership had been accepted you almost couldn’t control your excitement. You had wanted this for so long and felt that this was really the last piece you needed before your new life felt more complete. You had been so patient, waiting for the membership to go through, all the extra vetting, the references, the interviews, but now you were a member. 

Not just any member, you had applied to be a submissive of the club itself. One that worked there, and could be offered to the guests at your discretion. With no master of your own, and a curious spirit, you were perfect for the club. It was a benefit only offered to the V.I.P. guests, and not everyone who applied would be selected, but you were one of the lucky ones. It also meant that you could supplement your income with what you earned from the club. Making it easier to live comfortably. 

There was only one final step left. Despite being hired, passing all the interviews and being vetted by some of the existing staff, there was an initiation rite. To be employed by the club was different from just being a member and participating. You had some freedom to choose, there was a list of Doms that could perform the initiation as it was considered a bit of a test. 

You had looked over their information, their profiles, and their preferences and narrowed it down to three. It wouldn’t be until your employee orientation that you had to choose which of the three, but you were willing to take a risk and let it be random just to show that you were willing to work with anyone, willing to step outside your standard comfort zones. It would make you more valuable as a sub and you knew it. 

As the weekend came closer your excitement and nervousness increased. You had already sorted your outfit, and packed your club bag full of anything you could imagine you might need. As it was the first day, you wanted to be prepared, and your eagerness had you checking and rechecking your bag to make sure you didn’t forget anything essential. Looking professional and put together was important for this situation. This was not the time to be casual or half ass anything, you wanted to ace this initiation and show your willingness and make a great first impression. 

The night finally arrived and you could barely sit still. Opting to use a car service, you wanted to make sure that you didn’t have to leave your car stranded there in the event you were simply too exhausted to drive home. It cost a little more than you liked, but until you could gauge what you might feel like after a shift working the club, you just didn’t want to risk it.  

Arriving at the club you stood outside for a moment, collecting yourself. Pulling out your phone it took a moment to find the right email, just in case there was an issue at the door. You wanted to be more prepared. You were using a backpack for a purse, and a gym bag for your changes of clothes and gear. Currently you opted for a nice coordinated gym set with leggings, a sports bra, and a loose t-shirt. Comfortable clothing would be essential for afterward, but you didn’t want to make assumptions so you brought other options for your initiation. 

Making your way inside it was quiet. This was a couple hours before opening, and you were a bit earlier than what was expected. The nervousness and not driving yourself meant you would rather be a little too early than even a minute late. Someone that looked like a bouncer blocked your way.

“We aren’t open for another few hours, and that isn’t acceptable for our dress code” 

You looked up and up, and up some more at the large man who was clearly not human, but you weren’t really sure what he was. He had tusks like an orc, but tan instead of green skin, and thick dreads, he also had horns.

“Oh, um.. I.. here see, I was hired, but I have to do my initiation?” As you spoke your nerves kicked in, you felt awkward and uncertain. 

His demeanor instantly changed. A big wide smile spread across his face and he laughed a bit, his voice deep. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I didn’t get the memo to expect anyone. Probably should actually check my email more than once a month. No hard feelings, let me show you to the employee area. You here for orientation? You said initiation?” He looked a bit confused. “Oh, I’m Naz. I head up security mostly, do a few other side jobs, but my main job is making sure the employees and patrons are safe and everyone plays nice.”

His smile revealed that he had two sets of tusks, the larger ones you saw before, and the smaller ones that only showed when he smiled. He was, attractive, in a scary sort of way. Though you were pretty sure he was well over 7 feet tall and could crush your skull with one hand, that did not help identify his species and you realized that you were just staring, in a somewhat impolite way.

“Um, both. I have orientation and my initiation. I was hired on as one of the subs that would serve in the lounge for the VIP guests.” 

“Oh, well that makes a lot more sense now.” Naz chuckled and just smiled at you. “I get this a lot. I’m a half ogre. Mom’s an ogre, and my dad is a brave human.” He laughed and waved for you to follow him. “Not offended by the way, people stare at me all the time, I don’t mind it when the person doing the staring is cute. Sorry for the dress code thing. I wasn’t trying to insult you but we have had to institute some new rules to keep some of the less desirable people out. We’ve had a rash of people coming in on dares, or just coming in with ingenuine intent.” 

“Oh, I, well I didn’t realize. I thought it would be better to show up in my after clothes and I brought spares because I am not sure what my test will be so I wanted to be prepared.” You followed him, having a hard time keeping your eyes off his ass. Boy was he built and you wondered if staff was allowed to fool around because you wouldn’t mind being tossed around by him. 

Following Naz to the back employee area you were greeted by other employees clearly getting ready for their own shifts. There were so many different races and everyone was so interesting looking. There was this air of class, of poise, that you worried you wouldn’t be able to maintain. It worried you, what if everything went perfect but you simply didn’t fit in with your coworkers. 

Distracted from your thoughts by a voice Naz smiled at you and gestured you over to where you needed to be before leaving. Clearly he had his own work to get done but you hoped that you might be able to see him again before the night was over. Moving over to where Naz gestured you introduced yourself to the lounge manager. They oversaw the bartenders, servers, and helped with the subs for the lounge. As you had already passed all your interviews this was just the formalities. Filling out all the HR paperwork, your financial documents, and getting your schedule set. Along with the employee handbook which was surprisingly larger than you had expected and knew you would need to put some serious time into reading it. 

“Ok, I know the handbook is a lot to read and it is important that you get through it before your first actual shift. Today is just going to be your initiation test with one of our VIP Dom’s, and right now we aren’t going to hold you to any of the more strict rules while you are just getting used to things, but it is essential that you focus on the section about conduct. That applies to anyone working the lounge the most. I see you have three potential choices here did you want to meet them or should I choose for you?”

“You can choose, I know that this job means I don’t always get to choose who picks me and while I have the right to say no if someone asks me to do something on my hard no list, I also understand that not being flexible means I wont keep this job long. Pick who you think would be best for my first test.”

“I like how you think, you will fit in well here, I can already tell. Well since he is on your list and is one of our most prominent and oldest members. I will have you work with Lucien. Don’t let his appearance frighten you. He is one of our most vaulted VIP members, and one of the best judges of character. We always try to get our new subs a session with him at some point. Anyone he can’t work with, tends not to last long.”

Well that made you nervous. He was scary and his opinion mattered enough that it could potentially mean you wouldn’t be employed long if he didn’t like you. Now you had a goal, to do anything you could to make sure this went smoothly. 

“I have changes of clothes and gear with me, does he have a preference or should I pick something neutral?”

“Lucien is actually flexible with those things. I think the best course would be to stay as you are, show him the options, and show how eager to please you are. That is going to help you the most where Lucien is concerned. Good luck.” 

With that she gestured for you to follow and lead you to a private room inviting you to sit and wait. Lucien would only be a few more minutes and this was your only duty for the evening. Your orientation had lasted until the club opened, and you knew that this was going to be a longer than average scene because it was more than just a scene. It was a test, an initiation, and there would be more to it than what you would need to do for a regular customer. 

Setting your bag down you waited patiently and startled a little when the door began to open. In stepped a tall lithe man, he had sharp features, long horns, and appeared demonic or maybe draconic in nature. There was something off about him, and now you knew why his appearance might frighten people. His eyes seemed to shift color and there were moments you were certain he was reading your mind or your soul.

“Greetings, I am Lucien, I will be the dominate handling your initiation today. I have been provided a list of your preferences, hard stops, and areas where you are willing to push your boundaries. Is there anything important I need to know before we begin?”

Swallowing you gestured to your bag. “I wasn’t sure who I would be paired with, so I brought different outfits and some of my personal gear. If there is anything you are fond of, I might have something with me to accommodate. You are welcome to go through my bag and pick anything that is to your liking.”

“Interesting, you didn’t choose me, I was chosen for you. How delightful. I rarely get to be the first, most are not brave enough to choose me. I don’t know why.” He smiled, his sharp teeth flashing as he lifted a hand in a passive gesture. Long fingers capped in even longer nails, he just stood there. “I do not make it a habit to go through another person's belongings. Even as a sub, you have a right to privacy, but I will happily go through the items with you.”

This was turning out to be interesting and unexpected. He looked like something out of a sexy nightmare, but he was also charming in a strangely disarming way. Opening the bag you pulled out an assortment of outfits, accessories, and some of your personal punishment gear. You had a favorite paddle and flogger, also some nice rope you just bought for this occasion should it be needed. 

“Lovely, so many nice options to choose from. The rope, and that hand full of nipple toys will be sufficient. I like the choices in outfits, but I need you nude for proper bondage. I intend to immobilize you, as it was not on your list of hard no’s. Do you consent to full immobilization?” Lucien stepped closer picking up the rope and sliding his long nails across the tight silky coils. 

“Yes, I consent, Sir.” 

His smile grew, eyes flashing bright orange shifting to red then back again. His sharp teeth far more noticeable in that wide smile. “Excellent. Do strip for me dear and we will begin.”

It took little time to strip off your clothing, placing it in the bag and stepping closer to Lucien. He guided you towards the bed in the room and helped you up onto it. For a few moments all he did was look at you, his eyes roaming over your body slowly. It was a bit unsettling but also exciting, his focus was completely on you and it made you feel somewhat giddy. 

Ever so slowly he began to bind you. The rope was soft against your skin as he bound your arms together above your head. Your arms were bent so your forearm touched your head and each wrist was bound to the opposite arms elbow. You knew your shoulders would be protesting at the end of this, but it was an interesting choice. It made it impossible to move your arms away from each other, and once he hooked the rope to a clasp on the headboard, you couldn’t move your arms at all. 

Skipping the core of your body he moved down to your feet and rubbed them gently. He put them next to each other, having you hold the position. Starting at your knees he wound a coil of rope all the way down your calves from your knees to your ankles leaving your feet free, but trapping your legs tightly together. This was a confusing choice, but it wasn’t your place to argue. Stretching out your legs he used a shorter length of rope, winding it through some of the coils between your ankles and securing it to the footboard of the bed. Now you really had a hard time moving. You could still wiggle, but it wasn’t comfortable. 

Lucien smiled down at you, feathering his touch over your body, letting his long nails tease your skin lightly. “You look so lovely like this, are you comfortable? Is anything pinching or painful?”

You shook your head, so far you were comfortable, or as comfortable as you could be in this position anyway. “Nothing hurts Sir, it isn’t a position I am used to, but I don’t feel pain.”

Nodding Lucien reached over to the selection of nipple toys. Starting with a small vibrator he teased each nipple to a nice peak. His gaze drifting between your breasts and your face, watching your expression, taking in the small changes as you began to feel pleasure. He seemed fine taking his time and continued to use the vibrator teasing between each nipple in turn until you were clenching your thighs and panting slightly. 

“Delightful. Darling you are so expressive in your pleasure. How about we try something a bit different.” 

Placing the vibrator to the side he picked up the little suction cups. They were manual suction cups and sized just right for nipples, though in a pinch they could be used on a clit if positioned properly. Attaching one to each nipple he slowly pumped the bulb on the end until he felt full resistance and then set the valve to closed, leaving them suctioned to your breasts, your nipples swollen and filling almost the entire little cup. 

The sensation was intense. It was somewhere between pleasure and pain. It felt good, especially when he had been pumping, but at the maximum it also stung. It was on the edge of being too much, but not quite enough for you to call a color yet. Panting slightly you licked your lips and realized they were dry, your whole mouth felt dry really. 

Reaching back over to the side table, Lucien picked the vibrator up again, turning it to the lowest setting and began running it on your breasts, around where the cup over your nipple met the skin. He watched you as he teased it over the skin of your breast for a while, slowly turning the vibrations up until they were at a medium setting. Then he ran the vibrator carefully over the cup suctioned to your nipple. 

The sensation was instantly electric, your body bowing off the bed slightly at the intensity of it. Your nipples were already hyper sensitive and inside the suction tube that sensitivity was increased exponentially. You cried out, panting, squirming as Lucien moved the vibrator all around the cup. Grabbing a second small vibe he set it to the same intensity and used it on the other nipple. The dual sensation driving you right to the edge. If you could even think straight you would be surprised you were so close to orgasm just from nipple play. 

The intensity was almost too much and you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to move away and squirm as the pleasure built higher, but the pain was right on its tail. The duality of the sensation, the pleasure and pain pushed you closer to that edge but you couldn’t quite go over it. You had no idea how long it went on, losing all sense of time, your focus centered completely on the sensations you were feeling.

Suddenly it stopped and you opened your eyes. You were taking deep heaving breaths, your entire body tensed up ready for release. Eyes traveling up you looked at Lucien, his gaze intense as he stared at you. His eyes were glowing, you were pretty sure it wasn’t a trick of the light or your mind messing with you, his eyes burned like pitch as he stared at you.

“What a delicious little toy you are, oh it will be difficult to share you, but I must. I was certain you would call a color, I could almost feel it, but you never did. I am impressed, and quite proud of you dearest.”

Slowly Lucien released the valves on the nipple pumps letting the air out and removing them from your swollen buds. They were twice the size they normally were, and incredibly sensitive. You squeaked and wiggled when he blew gently on them. Even that slight bit of stimulation shot straight to your core making your clit jump. 

With a smile Lucien leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth, his sharp teeth scraping the sensitive flesh of your breast gently, tiny pricks of pain against your oversensitized nipple as his soft tongue swept over the tortured bud. The texture of his tongue was like nothing you had ever felt and when he began to suckle, your hips arched as the pleasure made you clench hard. You could feel how wet you were now, certain there was a puddle beneath you on the bed. 

His body was against yours, and you struggled to recall when his clothing had actually come off. You could feel the heat of his skin, the muscles of his form as he pressed himself against you. One of his hands gripped your hip, those long nails digging into your flesh as he moved to the other nipple, more of his body pressed against yours. 

It was too much, the feel of him, of his body, of the strange warmth that seemed to radiate off of him. His hot mouth latched to your swollen sensitive nipple as he suckled and teased it with his tongue. It was too much to handle as you felt his nails bite into your skin that sharp twinge of pain mixing so close to the pleasure you were now feeling throughout your whole body. Desperate for even a single touch on your clit, but you didn’t need it. 

When Lucien growled around your nipple, you were lost. Your body arching as much as it could as you came. Your legs bound tightly together didn’t stop your orgasm, but you wanted more, you wanted so much more. Whimpering, moaning, crying out, you didn’t even realize you were begging for him until he pulled away looking at you with glowing eyes, his features sharper, ears longer,  he was otherworldly in his appearance and was looking at you as if he could devour you. 

“You don’t know what you are asking for dearest, you really don’t.” His voice was husky, smokey, it had a strange echo to it as if other voices were speaking along with his own. “Never tempt me, even my control has limits.”

Lucien pulled away moving into the shadows for a moment leaving you to calm down. When he returned he seemed to be clothed again and he smiled sitting on the bed with you. His hands stroking over your stomach, sides, and hips. He noticed the damage he had done to your hip and stroked it lightly. The pain receded for you, but you couldn’t really see what he had done.

“You did so well my dear, so very well, I am certain you will be quite popular here.”

As his hands moved back over your sides you giggled. You were very ticklish, especially after an orgasm, and those long nails were hitting your skin in a way it was hard to control. The giggling got louder and you notice the quirked brow as he looked at you curiously. It was when that expression turned mischievous that you knew you were in trouble. 

Lucien began to tickle you, not too hard, but oh was it working. It was torture. You couldn’t really move, you couldn’t escape, there was nothing you could do. The giggles turned to laughter, which turned to louder laughter and some tears as you lost control. You begged for him to stop, but didn’t color code. So his tickling continued until you were red in the face. 

It was clear he knew the limit, not wanting to actually harm you, and let you calm down as he began to unbind you. Having to cut some of the rope to get you out a little faster. 

“I simply could not help myself, your laughter is so delightful. You have such a bright soul.”

There was a pause as he finished unbinding you and helped you sit up so you could drink some cool water. He took the time to massage your arms and legs to help feeling return and wasn’t satisfied until he could feel warmth in both your hands and feet. You watched him carefully and risked ruining the moment.

“Why did you untie me, are we finished? You didn’t um.” It was odd, you just realized that Lucien did nothing that would bring pleasure for himself.

“You gave me everything I desired from this encounter, trust me my dear, I got what I needed and I plan to give you a glowing review. I do hope you will indulge me again some time. I promise not to overdo it on the tickling again.”

You nodded, laughing a bit. “Ok, I would like to do more scenes with you. Thank you, this was a unique experience.”

Lucien smiled, helped you to dress in your comfortable clothing and pack up your gear. He excused himself as he guided you back to the employee area, not stepping inside himself. Before leaving he bowed low, lifting your hand, kissing it with a flash of red in his eyes before walking down the hall and seeming to simply disappear into the shadows at the end of it. 

A shudder went down your spine as you stepped into the employee lounge. Lucien was a strange one, that was certain. Meeting back with the manager she smiled at you and lead you to a couch offering you a place to rest and some refreshments before signing you out for the night. It wasn’t until you tried to stand again that you realized just how exhausted you were. 

Heading out of the employee lounge and towards the door you passed the security office as you stumbled slightly. A strong arm catching you. Turning your head you looked up to see Naz staring at you with concern. 

“I hope you aren’t planning to drive like this?”

“Oh, no, I can call a service. I didn’t bring my car, I figured it might be like this so I planned ahead.”

Naz frowned and used his large hand on your back to guide you into the security office and gently nudged you into a chair. “How about instead of that, you wait a few more minutes and I can drive you home. I wouldn’t want you passing out in the back of a cab. We take care of our own here.”

Your cheeks darkened as you smiled at him. “Ok, but what if I pass out in your car?”

“Then you have nothing to worry about. I will make sure you get home safe, or you can crash in my spare room. Either way, you will have a safe warm place to sleep.”

Despite only meeting him today, you weirdly felt like you could trust Naz, and right now you were too tired to argue. 

“Ok, I will do my best not to pass out.” You laughed a bit and got comfortable as you watched the bouncers and other security staff come and go from the office, finishing up their duties for the night as the club was getting ready to close. 

[kinetic-elaboration]

August 5: 3x02 The Enterprise Incident

After several weeks of being in like a TOS desert (Assignment: Earth; Spock’s Brain) finally we get to The Enterprise Incident, one of the best episodes, possibly of all time. Why was D.C. Fontana so good??? How??

McCoy narration! How unusual. I like how it contributes to the generally jarring opening, with Kirk acting so out of character and so on. All of the crew being fooled and the audience too.

I’d say this scene is the only one Kirk haters have ever seen--where he’s all arrogant and impatient and mean--but he’s not being slutty enough.

When you need intel, you go to Uhura.

This is an interesting ep because the Enterprise is being uncharacteristically sneaky. Usually, they’re obviously doing the right thing in the straightforwardly right way, but this really is an espionage mission, which includes, in addition to the garden variety lying, major stuff like uh treaty breaking.

Wow, a Romulan with a name. Unusual. Is he the first named Romulan?

They want the Enterprise. They want his lady!

Hmmm, you have a Vulcan on board, do you? Very interested in that. It’s pretty funny that the Commander calls up as soon as Tal mentions Spock,like she has a sixth sense that picked up on a potential hottie on the enemy ship.

Oh no, Kirk and Spock aren’t getting along. Trouble in paradise...

Spock looks very disapproving. And Kirk is acting downright despotic. Hot.

Imagine being the Romulan hostages lol. That’s awkward. “Go their ship and uh sit in their brig, nbd, we’ll bring you back.” (And then later one of them is unceremoniously stripped naked.) (And then later still they’re completely forgotten about!!!)

Scotty’s face when he sees the hostages is very funny. Like “oh I know what to do with YOU.”

I love the Female Romulan Commander already.

Wow Kirk is such a liar. Just say it loudly enough and it will SEEM true. Navigation error etc.

“It’s no myth that Vulcans can’t lie,” Spock lied.

“It’s not a lie to keep the truth to oneself.” Feel like I gotta outright steal that.

Oooh, the Commander has a temper.

Kirk is “a highly sensitive and emotional person.”

He’s living for the drama.

This must be all very confusing for the crew.

I love Captain Scotty. He’s so intense.

“You make a brave noise.” Burn.

Spock’s been an officer for 18 years. I’d do the math on that but I’m not sure when one becomes an officer specifically.

“Do you like Captain Kirk?” (I don’t even remember why I wrote this down, but uh, yeah.)

...Damn this whole scene is so good.

“I don’t make house calls.”

Except for Kirk.

It’s bizarre that the Romulans are in Klingon ships (that look like Federation ships on the inside) for pretty much no reason but I do like the design of them in general.

Funny how “Attend me” sounds an awful lot like “My wife, attend.”

Lol at the crocheted board shorts on the male Romulan officers. The Commander is MUCH more stylish.

“Are the guards invited on our date?”

“It would be illogical to assume that all conditions remain stable.” What a F L I R T.

Very bold of her to basically declare “Spock, you’re Captain now.”

Kirk looks like the drunk friend, swaying in the background, gearing up to something.

“Vulcan death grip” lol. Sounds like made up Vulcan nonsense to me! (And it is.)

Even if it weren’t, Spock is an adult Vulcan and a trained Starfleet officer, he would never just accidentally death grip someone.

And now it all comes out. Because Chapel was nosy. Love that she just casually knows all this stuff about Vulcan abilities.

They told Bones pretty late about this whole plan. I feel like Scotty and Bones should have been in the original loop.

“You’re lucky they didn’t start an autopsy.”

Love that part of Kirk’s transformation into a Romulan was putting on eye shadow.

Also love Scotty’s face journey when he sees Romulan!Kirk.

Look at these decadent Commander’s quarters. Spock must love them.

Recruiting inducements lol--is that what the kids are calling it these days?

“Don’t beam me into a bulkhead.” Don’t even joke.

Spock hasn’t sent the coordinates because he’s DISTRACTED while on his DATE.

I love their little square drinking glasses.

“I do... appreciate it.”

“If you don’t tell me your name, I’ll have to make one up for you.”

TOS Spock apparently more smooth than AOS Kirk.

When she stood up, that mini-skirt basically became a shirt--barely.

His lady leaves the room and he immediately call his man--what a slut.

The Commander’s “casual” outfit is easily one of the best TOS costumes. So pretty! 10/10 would wear today.

“Stimulate...our discussion.” Sure. Your discussion.

He’s been moved emotionally.

Dammit Tal! Stop cockblocking the commander.

Love how obvious it was that she and Spock were hooking up--she's dressed up, he appears dramatically from behind the flowing white curtains in her frankly huge quarters.

The cloaking device looks suspiciously like Nomad again.

“How could you do this to me?” Girl, you’ve known him for an hour. Calm down the drama.

Also love the earrings.

That was a weak slap. She should have sent him sprawling with her Romulan strength. I guess her heart wasn’t in it.

Romulans are Vulcans but with unfiltered Drama.

I like her jellyfish chair.

Now Spock shall fillibuster his own death by reading a very long prepared statement.

She hears the phrase "historic tradition" and sighs like "this is gonna be the longest 20 minutes of my LIFE.”

Silly of Kirk to assume they wouldn't fire on the commander and/or that she wouldn't ORDER them to fire.

“Alien contraption.” Scotty enjoying himself.

Hmmm, the Commander was bragging to Spock off screen about the cloaking device--what else might she have said that we didn’t hear?

Mr. Spock will escort you to your quarters--more like Mr. Spock will escort you to HIS quarters amirite?

She would like his weaponry.

“Military secrets are the most fleeting of all.” Well that line didn’t have to go that hard.

“It was the only choice. You would not respect any other.” Where’s all the talk about loyalty and oaths now?

“They do not look aesthetically agreeable on humans.” Textual evidence for my theory that Vulcans, though humanoid, have some sort of indescribable Alien Aura quite apart from the eyebrows and ears.

That was such a good ending. Last major dialogue scene was a serious one between Spock and the Commander, but then there’s a little humorous coda, too--a good shot of Spock looking pensive, but also the peanut gallery having a little laugh.

I love that episode so much. I love how... difficult Spock is to read. On the one hand, I do think he was really attracted to the Romulan Commander. I also think he was hiding a lot of the truth about why he didn’t join the Romulans--I mean yes, that was never a real option and it would certainly be wildly out of character for him to do it. But he also talks exclusively about loyalty to Starfleet, his oath, his uniform, as if but for the happenstance of these things, if he were making a decision for himself instead of following his duty, he might prefer to be with her and the Romulans. But what about the obvious other factor--Kirk himself? What about “A starship runs on loyalty to one man, and no one can replace it--or him?” I feel like his connection to Kirk is like the unspoken undertone to all of this. Especially because, as Captain and XO, they were the only ones to know about this plan from the beginning, and probably came up with the details of it themselves. But we also know that Spock takes the mean things that Kirk says to heart, even if they’re only said as part of a mission or larger ploy. And we also know that he truly desires belonging, and that being part one thing and part another often makes him feel as if he belonged nowhere. But the Romulan Commander didn’t seem to care about his human heritage. She asked him what he was, and only mentioned the human part one other time, not in a negative way. I do see the temptation for him.

It’s also interesting that Kirk initially refers to the Commander as “he,” implying he didn’t know specifically who was in charge of the ship. That means that while he and Spock clearly planned for Spock to undermine and then “kill” Kirk, and almost certainly to play on Romulan/Vulcan cultural connections, they probably did not plan on Spock seducing anyone. He did that on his own.

This would reboot so well. Like, aside from the S/U aspects, it’s a perfect candidate: a spy narrative that has a little bit of the gray morality they’re so attached to; Kirk and Spock tension; Kirk being Dramatique; cool aliens--and it would have been very interesting to see this story play out in the context of the destruction of Vulcan. (More generally, I think completely forgetting about the Romulans after the first reboot film was a huge mistake but whatever.)

Mmmm, I just... I want to watch it again lol. D.C. Fontana was truly the queen of alien world building. That sense of alien-ness that I get in the Spock and Commander scenes is like what I’m going for in some of my own stuff.

[duhragonball]

A bit of a weird one for the ask game as there's little content, but...Bojack?

Give me a character and I will answer:

Why I like them: I’m not a big fan of Movie 9, but I think that’s mainly because they do so little with their main villain.   I think Bojack has a lot of potential, but the problem is that potential is all he has.

In a sense, Bojack is sort of the quintessential movie villain, because he just shows up for one appearance and dies without leaving any further impact on the franchise.   And I think there’s a fascination with the movie villains for that reason.   It’s why they always show up in video games.   Dragon Ball Heroes will do a trailer and then suddenly Bojack and Wheelo show up and you’re supposed to think “What are they doing here?   Business has just picked up!” 

You want to believe that this guy means something.   I want to know what the deal is with those earrings and amulets he wears.    All we know is that his species are “the people of Hera”, and I guess that’s been mentioned in Xenoverse 2, so that’s sort of official, right?   So there’s a whole culture and history there to be explored.  No one ever seems to do it, but it’s there, which is pretty cool.

Why I don’t: I just think it’s dumb to do a movie about a mysterious new villain showing up, and then wait until the very end to introduce him and kill him off before we learn anything about him.   Speaking realistically, the fact that they haven’t explored Bojack’s lore is a tacit admission that they never bothered to make any, and the guy is little more than a character design with a voice actor cast for the role. 

Favorite episode (scene if movie): Well, Movie 9 by default.  Wait, he’s in Movie 12 for like a split second, and Movie 12 fucking rules, so I’m going with that.    Good job, Bojack.

Favorite season/movie: See above.

Favorite line: Bojack has lines?   Yeah I remember him saying some stuff, but all of it was forgettable.   The image I posted at the top of this has subtitles and I’m not even going to bother scrolling up to read what it says.  

Favorite outfit: I think his transformed state looks pretty cool, except it tears up his nice pirate jacket.   It’d be nice if he could turn Mountain Dew color and still wear his clothes.   

OTP: This is asking me to put way more thought into Bojack than anyone else ever has.   I guess I’m supposed to say Zangya, since she’s the only female Heran in his gang.   Well, nuts to that.    Bojack had a thing for Kogu, which explains why he sucker punched Trunks after Kogu’s death.   So there you go.  

Brotp: Who the hell cares?

Head Canon: I made a Heran OC in my damn weinerfic, because I needed a villain strong enough to take on a Super Saiyan and didn’t have a lot of options.    That’s the main appeal to the Herans, for my money.    They’re this near-extinct species of beings who can rival Super Saiyan power levels.   Maybe not all of them are that strong, but at least some of them can be.    So I came up with Hamey, a Heran wizard who sealed himself away and tried to stage a big comeback later, only to run smack dab into the one person who could stop him.   

The only trouble was that there was no way for me to directly communicate to the reader that Hamey was a Movie 9 reference.     I could have him say he was a Heran, but most people aren’t familiar with the term.   And I couldn’t have him talk about Bojack because no one in the story knew Bojack.   So all I had was his color scheme and pointy ears.   And I kind of screwed the pooch with that, because I had already made other OCs in the same work who had blue skin and red hair, so readers thought maybe they were related to Bojack in some way.      

Unpopular opinion: I’m pretty sure any opinion on Bojack is unpopular by default, since he himself is quite unpopular.   I don’t want to disrespect Bojack fans.  I’m sure there are a few out there, but I’ve always assumed that they were more along the lines of “my husbando” type fans, or super-hardcore fans who have like this whole Bojack mythology mapped out in their heads, and they’d admit that it doesn’t really have that much to do with the actual on-screen character.  I can respect that, but it doesn’t change anything.

A wish: The thing I noticed about his appearance in Super Dragon Ball Heroes is that classic movie villains really don’t have the same “WTF?” appeal that they used to.    Used to be, you could throw Lord Slug, Garlic Junior, and Bojack into some side story and it would be pretty wild, but today we have all the new characters introduced in Dragon Ball Super to play with.    Not to mention all the original characters introduced in SDBH itself, like the Tuffle siblings, Hearts, etc.    Why should a guy like Bojack matter anymore, especially when Goku and Vegeta have gotten so much stronger? 

So if they want to use Bojack again in such a role, they really need to develop the character to make it worth the trouble.   They added him as DLC in Xenoverse 2, and it was this whole deal where you had to buy all his clothes to unlock him as a mentor, and I honestly didn’t see why it was worth the effort.  

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Something else, if you made a team of movie villains, I’m pretty sure he’d be the one in charge of it, right?   I mean, they wouldn’t make Android 13 the leader, and Bojack’s a lot stronger than Turles.   I say this because I never cared much for the implication that Frieza was in charge of all the dead bad guys in Movie 12, including Bojack, who’s much stronger than Frieza and probably wouldn’t listen to him.   And maybe he just played along in that movie, but my point is they should respect the guy if they want to use him.   Otherwise just make another android.  

5 words to best describe them:  Bojack: the Man of Teal.

My nickname for them: “I don’t mean the horse guy, I mean the DBZ guy.”

[lovelyirony]

Oh Geamanee Christmas Trees! That mob au with the love/hate thing was flipping fantastic. If you're still taking prompts, I would love to see more in that 'verse- especially things like how the two sides continue to work together and/or antagonize each other. You developed those relationships and tensions so well, I would love to know what else you come up with! Thanks again for all of the amazing talent you share with us!!

i’m so happy you loved it! i wasn’t originally planning on continuing, but with a comment like this how could you not? 

Working together still isn’t all daisies and roses, no matter how much Bucky likes Tony’s slouchy cardigans and snarky responses early in the morning. 

For one thing, Steve and Tony clash. A lot. They actually work pretty well together, if both of them could collectively stop shoving their heads up their ass and calling it “being in the right.” 

“Can you maybe stop?” Natasha asks, rolling her eyes at another rant that Steve’s on about “responsibility” and Tony has been thoroughly ignoring. “Bucky, fix this. I’m annoyed.” 

“Ooh, you got Nat annoyed,” Bucky says, not even looking up from his physics homework. “Steve, you’re gonna have to get to Tony through another way, he doesn’t like listening to you. Tony, you were playing with fire with your motorcycle idea and risking getting caught.” 

“If we don’t take risks, then what are we doing?” Tony snaps. 

“Staying safe and not getting caught!” Steve responds back. “God, Tony--” 

“Nope,” Bucky says, dragging Steve by the arm. “Not doing this. I need to do physics and none of you are helping. Tony, you actually need to teach me this shit because I fell asleep in class.” 

“Told you not to stay up at the stakeout,” Tony mumbles. He turns to Steve. 

“Look, I get it. I won’t pull the motorcycle stunt again so long as you don’t nag me like you’re secretly an old man. Got it?” 

“...got it,” Steve says. 

Bucky’s already turned around. Natasha’s grinning at Steve and mouthing “lovesick” at him in reference to the two at the kitchen table. 

“I’m only doing this because your mom would kill you if you failed your next test and I still need you to shoot Rumlow later,” Tony warns. 

“Sure, okay,” Bucky says easily. “You want me to brew coffee before all this?” 

“Obviously,” Tony says with a snort. 

They get each other a hell of a lot more than they mean to. Tony knows that Bucky secretly hates any type of meat besides pepperoni on pizza and makes sure to save him some slices when everyone else is an animal. 

Bucky knows that Tony’s consistently cold, hates wearing contacts, and if he’s listening to Black Sabbath, it’s about to be the best mood he’ll ever be in. 

He also likes flowers. He gets a wistful look in his eye when he sees daffodils on a window sill, or dandelions edging onto the sidewalk. 

So when Bucky messes up one of Tony’s favorite cars--a scratch on the side, but still damage--he buys him a bouquet of flowers. Custom. 

“How did you...?” 

“You moon over flowers too much,” Bucky grunts. “Not meanin’ anything by it. Just know I messed up.” 

Rhodey laughs when Tony comes home with them. 

“You guys a couple now or something?” 

“An apology for scratching Hepburn up,” Tony says. “He said it doesn’t mean anything, and it doesn’t. Now drop it, or I’m making sure that I’m not making any ramen for you.” 

“We’ll table it,” Pepper adds, whirling into the room. “Right now, I want to talk strategy for the charity auction.” 

“No,” Tony says flatly. “I am not going, you’re not going to make me.” 

“An auction piece has to go,” Pepper says smugly. 

“You fucking didn’t.” 

“One date with Tony Carbonell on a Friday, with three options for destination,” Pepper says. 

“That’s a stupid idea,” Tony snarls. “I could be killed!” 

"Not as much as you think,” Rhodey says. “Hydra could bet on it. We kill them. Or it’s a good show of faith when a member of the Barnes clan wagers. Hell, you and Bucky practically have a mandated date night.” 

“Like he’d do that,” Tony says, rolling his eyes. “Does this mean I have to wear a fancy suit?” 

“Or something,” Rhodey says. “I think you’d look nice in a button-down and slacks.” 

Tony huffs. 

“And contacts!” Pepper says. 

“Absolutely not!” Tony says. “Give me glasses or give me death!” 

- 

Bucky did not want to go to the auction. It made absolutely no sense for him to be there. Everyone else could go, Natasha could probably rack up tons of donations with a smile, and dress shoes are not his favorite. 

“You’re going,” Sam says. “Because your boy is being auctioned off for a date night and there’s no way in fuck you’re going to let him suffer through someone horrible.” 

“Who is ‘my boy’?” Bucky asks. Sam rolls his eyes. 

“How you’ve survived this long, I’ll never know. You’re as dense as a fruitcake. Tony, Bucky. Tony volunteered to auction off a date night.” 

“Pepper probably did it, he would hate that. Absolutely hate it.” 

“See? Your guy,” Sam says. “Maria got you an outfit.” 

It’s better than a tux, he’ll give them that much. Black shirt, white piping making it seem a bit more formal than it is. It’s a bit big, resting gracefully over his shoulders. 

Tony notices when he enters the room. 

“Like what you see?” Bucky asks, smile tilting. 

“Obviously not, I just can’t find any trash cans to vomit into,” Tony responds, no real heat to it. “Thought you weren’t coming.” 

“Thought you hated these kinds of events.” 

“Not my idea,” Tony says. “Pepper signed me up for a date. Which is just fantastic.” 

“Told Sam you’d hate it,” Bucky says, shrugging. “You know what kind of appetizers they’re serving?” 

“Nothing you’d like.” 

“Shit.” 

Tony readjusts his glasses, looking around the room. 

“Anyone here we’re not a fan of?” 

“Besides some old money families, not many,” Bucky says. “Anyone here you’re dreading?” 

“Hammer,” Tony says, jerking a thumb over to a guy in a white suit. 

That’s all kinds of bad decisions, in Bucky’s opinion. And in common sense. 

“He’s an asshole who thinks we’re on the same level. We’re not. He also wears way too much cologne. At least you’re tasteful about it.” 

“You noticed my cologne?” Bucky asks. 

Tony turns red. 

“We work together. Of course I did.” 

Bucky’s pulled away by someone, dragged into a different conversation. Tony’s left to go socialize, choosing to stick close to his own group and avoid anyone who talks to him. 

- 

Tony Carbonell is the talk of the town. He’s notoriously drawn away, sharp, and gorgeous. 

Bucky knows this entirely too well. 

He huffs as he sees two more people take appreciative glances at Tony, and well. He knows he’s about to bet more money than ever before. 

“You sure your finances can take it?” Steve asks. 

“They absolutely cannot, but I’m not about to let Tony go on the worst date of his life.” 

“Then don’t worry about it,” Sharon says, cutting in smoothly. She looks good in her dress, and that’s saying a lot considering she doesn’t like dresses all that much. “Maria Carbonell has finances that she’s willing to use to ensure her son stays happy. It’ll cover it.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Unless you bet two million, yes.” 

Bucky’s eyes widen. 

“I’ll...not do that.” 

“Of course you won’t,” Sharon says. “Now, I’m going to borrow Steve here so I can have someone taste-test appetizers with me.” 

Steve waves a hand back as Bucky faces the stage, where a woman with a graceful smile gathers attention. 

Tony’s nowhere to be seen, most likely backstage. 

“Don’t we have a surprise on the table for you tonight!” The woman says. “Tony Carbonell has very generously offered up a date night with him to anyone interested...within reason.” 

Bucky nods at that. Smart. Didn’t want some creepy old person bidding. 

He can see Justin Hammer from here, looking too visibly excited. His spray tan looks stupid. 

Armed with financial courage and perhaps two or three glasses of strong liquor, Bucky starts the bidding war. 

Obviously, no one is happy when Bucky keeps climbing the bets higher. 

It surpasses seven thousand in five minutes. 

Bucky chimes in for twelve. 

Justin counters with fifteen. 

Bucky goes twenty. 

There’s silence. 

Twenty-one. 

Thirty thousand. 

Justin does not deign to go that high, throwing his number down in frustration. 

Tony’s eyes narrow in on Bucky, and he raises an eyebrow. 

Bucky shrugs in a “what can you do” motion and goes to the steps of the stage, holding out an arm to Tony. 

“Any plans for that date?” The woman says cheerily. 

“Something special,” Bucky responds glibly, barely able to hold back a laugh. 

Tony huffs as he grips tightly onto Bucky’s arm, pinching it. 

“I hope you know you’ve caused a right scene,” Tony says. “But thank you.” 

“I wouldn’t want spray tan all over my clothes, I doubted you wanted them on yours,” Bucky says. “Besides. I’m not planning an actual date night because you still owe me a stakeout night and pizza.” 

“How did this turn into me providing you with dinner?” 

“I paid so much money.” 

“None of it’s yours,” Tony sniffs. “Sharon told me.” 

“Of course she did,” Bucky scowls. 

“I’ll still get pizza, but I am wrangling a date night out of you. Have to see what you offer up to people,” Tony says. “And you better not do the whole ‘put my arm around you at the movies’ thing.” 

“I don’t,” Bucky says defensively, knowing damn well That’s Exactly What He Does. 

“Good,” Tony says. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to find Rhodey. I owe him a couple bucks, he guessed the wager right.” 

“How...?” 

“He’s smart like that,” Tony says. “See you later, Bucky.” 

Hate to see him leave, love to watch him go. 

That’s cheesy, but now Bucky understands. 

He is also faced with Pepper, who makes him promise that the date night will be good, go uninterrupted, and it isn’t a “work date.” 

“We’re not actually together,” Bucky grumbles. 

“The way you look at his ass says you want otherwise,” she sing-songs. “Go, talk with him. I’m pretty sure that if Reed notices he’s alone he’ll try to bore him to tears with string theory.” 

“I thought Tony liked that.” 

“Reed has a...special talent. He loves to make people fall asleep standing up.” 

Snorting, Bucky moves to walk closer. 

He’s doing a favor. (Not doing this because Tony’s genuinely interesting to talk to.) 

[pandas-pandemonium]

Per Sempre Insieme - Chapter 3

Pairings (in this chapter): Brunox Fem!Reader

Warnings (in this chapter): Mention of loss of loved ones

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 |

Chapter Summary: You get to know the capos of the respective major teams in the newly reformed Passione. You also get a little closer to Bruno.

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The hallways were unbelievably long and daunting;  doors lined at the side, a good distance apart from one another. You didn’t need to look inside to guess how big the rooms must be. Now when you think about it, you didn’t know where the Passione headquarters were. It seemed to be a rather extravagant and well furnished building, it definitely didn’t seem like something that could go unnoticed in a city area, so that narrowed down the locations. The walls were also lined with paintings that looked like they sold for a lot. Something told you the Picasso painting on the wall wasn’t fake. You looked away from the decorations and to your guide, Bruno Buccellati. The older man, clad in a black suit with white paint dots and decorated with gold zippers walked in front of you, looking back every now and then to make sure you were still with him.

“Signore Bruno,” you called after him, hurriedly picking up your pace to reach his side to talk comfortably with him.

Bruno paused and turned his head towards you, “Just call me Bruno, Y/N. We'll be working together from now on, it would be good if we started to treat each other like team mates,” he said.

“Oh, um alright then. Bruno, where are we going?” you asked.

“To see Abbacchio, the capo of the data and information gathering team. He should be able to help you find your sister’s killer. Also, we do need to assign you to be under a capo's surveillance and guidance to help you familiarise yourself with Passioné's  system.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, nodding your head in agreement. “I guess you're right. By the way, do the members of Passione all live here?”

Bruno shook his head, “Only if they need to. But most teams reserve a room in advance to have their meetings. Of course, we have various hideouts at our disposal all over Italy. It’s just your luck that today most of the capos and their team members are here.”

Just as he spoke, he stopped outside a door and knocked on it twice. There was no answer. Wordlessly, Bruno stepped back, a light blue humanoid emerging from him and unzipping the door. You blinked, you did not expect him to use his stand just to get into a room by force. Silently, you made sure to remind yourself that locked rooms would not be any help against him, but he would be very helpful in such a locked room situation.

Once he stepped through the hole, he looked back at you, offering his hand.

“Well?”

You blinked again and snapped yourself out of your surprise and took his hand, helping you through the hole. The inside of the room was a little smaller than Giorno's office, but still as extravagant. The floor was carpeted, and at the corner, a billiards table was stationed. You took notice of two men playing a game of billiards, the shorter male seemed to be a little dejected. In the center, just next to the billiards table was a similar coffee table to the one in Giorno's office. However, instead of a velvet red plush sofa, it was a faux black leather sofa set, arranged around the table. As your eyes wandered, you noticed the rather large figure lying on one of the sofas, headphones on his head and his feet propped up on a cushion.

“You guys! Did you not hear me knock?” asked Bruno, his voice instantly commanding attention. The two men playing billiards paused, the taller one quickly placing his cue stick on the table and speaking.

“Sorry Bruno! Narancia and I were too into our game of pool ya see,” he said. Your eyes were instantly drawn to the bold patterns of his clothes. A purple checkered cropped sweater and white tiger print pants with a purple tint to it. Not quite something you’d wear, but somehow…it fit its wearer? The shorter male's outfit was a little less loud than the others. You assumed he was the 'Narancia' the loudly dressed man had referred to. Unlike his friend's purple theme, he was sporting more of an orange look. Subconsciously, their colour theme reminded you of a kids’ show called Barney that was showing quite frequently lately.

“Next time, pay attention! Anyways, Abbacchio, I thought you said you had work to do! What are you doing lazing about on the sofa?” Bruno asked, his hands on his hips and his eyes stern as he looked over to the long-haired man who was now awake, but still in his previous position.

“Finished it. It was just some reports and payments to deal with anyways,” he replied, now shifting himself into a seating position. As he spoke, his gaze turned to you, instantly turning sharp.

“Who’s the chick by the way? Some new recruit Giorno picked up from the streets?” he asked, his gruff voice held an edge to it. You shifted uncomfortably under his hostile gaze. This man didn’t seem to trust easily.

“Yes, she is a new recruit and I wanted to introduce her to all of you. It’s a good thing Mista is here, because I do need her to decide which team she wants to be in,” Bruno explained. He looked over to you. “Now, how about you introduce yourself? These two men, except the younger one there, are both capos of their respective teams.”

“A-ah right. I am Y/N Pellerini and I just joined Passione today. I look forward to working with all of you,” you said, standing straight, your hand placed on your heart. The first one to respond was the loudly dressed man.

“Nice to meet ya, Y/N. I’m Guido Mista, but just call me Mista. I’m the capo of the assassination team, so if you’re interested, I'd be happy to take you under my wing!” he said with a grin, and a hand held out for you to shake, which you did firmly, looking him straight in the eyes. The next one to introduce themselves was the younger man.

“I’m Narancia! Glad you joined us!” he said with a wide grin and a hand out as well. You shook his too. It was then you turned to the man Bruno brought you to see in the first place. The tall, light-haired man groaned, getting up and stared down at you. His tall, muscular frame towered over your smaller one.

“Hmph, I really don’t need anymore newbies to watch so if you consider joining my team you better pull your load. Since we are colleagues though, you can just call me Abbacchio. Not Capo or any formal titles like that. That’s only for my team mates,” he said. There was no handshake, for his arms remained crossed over his chest as he glared at you, his violet eyes almost piercing your soul.

“Abbacchio! Be nice to the new recruit!” Bruno responded, placing an arm on your shoulder. “Also, I didn’t come here just to introduce her to all of you. She came here for a favour, she needs you to find her sister’s killer, if possible.”

Abbacchio tilted his head as he processed the request. “Hm, and why should I do that, Pellerini?” he asked, looking at you.

“Because we’re both members of Passione? If loyalty is not enough, I'm willing to pay you,” you said, trying to negotiate.

“Huh, if you’re gonna pay me, it better be a lot. I hate using my stand for someone I barely know,” he said.

“I’ll give you 10% of the earnings I make from my jobs from Passione for a month,” you said, your eyes sharp as you looked up at the capo. He laughed and grinned, and took out his hand, and…spat on it. Your face contorted into one of disgust as you looked at his saliva-stained hand that was outstretched.

“Make it 20 and we'll shake on it. You gotta problem?” he asked. You could just hear the mockery in his voice.

“Leone!” Bruno exclaimed, stepping forward. You shook your head, putting your hand out to stop Bruno.

“It’s fine, Bruno.” You then faced the light-haired man, “It’s a deal, Abbacchio,” you said and spat onto your own hand as well before shaking Abbacchio’s. Internally, you had to suppress a gag as you thought of the gross wetness between your palms. It appeared your new co-workers were shocked too, at your stunt. Both Mista, Narancia and Bruno’s eyes were wide as you shook Abbacchio’s spit hand.

“Heh, you've got guts I'll give you that. Alright, I'll help you, signora. Once you’re done with your little orientation just come back here and give me the details I need to find your sister,” he said, turning away. Away from your view, you could barely see him take out his handkerchief to wipe off his hand.

You smiled; you were one step closer to finding your sister’s killer. But first, you still needed a group to join.

“Bruno, what other capos do I need to meet? As appealing joining either the Assassination or Info team is, I want to know my other options,” you said. Bruno looked at you before thinking.

“Well, he does owe you an apology, plus they’re quite a crucial team to Passione. Very well, the only other capo in the building right now is the Capo of the Transportation team. They’re the ones who brought you here,” he said. You pressed your lips in a line.

“I see. Well, let's go then. I'll make my mind up after wards,” you replied. With that, Bruno led you out the room, this time through the door as he should have.

~*~*~*~

As Bruno guided you to the next capo you had to meet, you both engaged in small talk. The consigliere was polite, and seemed quite welcoming to your questions.

“So, who’s this capo of the Transportation team and what do they do? They can’t just be solely responsible for only transporting items…right?” you asked.

Bruno shook his head as he pressed the lift button to head down. “No, the Transportation team is a new team created by Giorno to replace the Narcotics team after we got rid of them. The group was originally just a bunch of stand users lurking around the end of Passione’s ranks. Giogio saw their potential and brought them together as the Transportation team. That’s just a general term though. They operate quite closely with other teams and ‘transport’ things, whether it’s bringing other teams and cargo to other locations safely and undetected, or kidnapping,” he explained.

You took in the information carefully, at least you knew more or less what you were getting into. When the two of you got into the lift, your guide spoke up.

“Just now, you mentioned you wanted to avenge your sister’s death, didn’t you?” he asked. The question caught you by surprise. You did bring the topic up earlier, but you didn’t think someone would ask you about it.

“Uh…yeah,” you replied, looking down at your feet. You heard the man hum in understanding.

“I see. If it’s not too personal, may I ask when and what happened?”

You swallowed; you weren’t sure if you wanted to say everything. After all, even though it had been a couple years, you still haven’t come to terms with your sister’s death.

“It was a stand user… I’m sure of it. I don’t know why the bastard did it, but one day after school, she was just…” you trailed off. You couldn’t say it. It hurt too much to think about it. The morbid mess that met your eyes the moment you entered your house. As you felt the tears welling up, you felt a hand stroke your back.

“It’s alright. I’m sure Abbacchio will be able to track them down. If it was a stand user, I’m sure it wouldn’t be too hard to find them,” he said. Somehow, his deep tenor voice gave you sense of calmness and reassurance, as if you could depend on him. You smiled back and held his hand in yours.

“Thank you, Bruno. I’m grateful, really,” you said. Your sudden gesture took him aback for a brief moment, his cheeks darkening as he shook his head.

“It’s nothing. It’s what you’re here for anyways, and as a new member of the family, we’ll do our best to find your sister’s killer.”

Just then, the lift doors opened, leading out to a large lounge room.

Ahead of you, you could see a group of people gathered around a coffee table, lounging on black leather sofas. Immediately, you recognized two of them; the lanky man, who now when you could see properly in bright light, had rather noticeable light blue hair and striking blue eyes to match. The other woman’s features was almost similar to the other man’s with the same light blue eyes. However, her hair was coloured a pale, cotton candy pink.

“There they are,” you muttered under your breath. The duo that was responsible for bringing you over. Without thinking twice, you marched up to the group, Bruno hurriedly following after you.

“So, there you are,” you commented, glaring up at the man who had trapped you in concrete, Penny Lane's user.

“Oh? So, the boss has finished his business with you then?” the man asked, unfazed by your hostile attitude.

“Giovanna has told me all I needed to know. As much as I hate to be saying it, but it looks like we’ll be seeing each other more often,” you spat. The man chuckled before holding a hand out.

“Listen, I'm sorry about having to leave you like that. But my partner and I were only following the Don's orders,” he explained. You looked down at his hand before huffing and shaking it anyways, much to the man's pleasure.

“Great! Good to know you aren’t too hung up about it! I’m Acquario, member of the Transportation Team. Our capo is still in the washroom, but I'm sure you’ll be able to meet him soon,” he said. You scanned the rest of the group, behind Acquario were two other women, talking idly. One of them you didn’t recognise, but you definitely recognised the tall, blue-eyed woman who knocked you out. Just as you were looking at her, she turned and you both made eye contact.

“Oh! It’s you, the new recruit!” she exclaimed as she got up to walk towards you. “Bilancia, Acquario there is my lovely little brother. Pleasure to meet you, I hope you aren’t too shaken up from your journey here,” Bilancia smiled causing you to frown. Acquario had the decency to apologise, but this woman was just making it seem like you came here voluntarily.

“I wouldn’t know about the journey. After all, someone so graciously knocked me out and brought me here without my consent,” you replied, bitterly. If she noticed your annoyance, she did a good job ignoring it. Instead, she laughed it off, forcefully taking your hand to shake it. You groaned, you just met this woman and you barely liked her already. You wanted to comment on her lack of manners, when Bruno cleared his throat, signaling to you to look towards his direction.

Sure enough, a tall, dark haired man approached. He was clad in a three-piece suit, as well as adorned with expensive accessories. To complement his high-class attire, the man also exuded an aura of confidence and charisma. The man then stopped in front of Bruno, bowing slightly in greeting.

“Bruno! So good to see you, what are you doing down here?” he asked. It was barely noticeable, but you could hear a slight hint of a French accent in his voice.

“I was just showing our new recruit around the building,” he replied, gesturing towards you. You hurriedly stepped forward, wearing a polite smile and an outstretched hand.  

“[Y/N] Pellerini. Pleasure to meet you sir,” you said. The taller man nodded, his grey eyes scanning over you while he shook your hand.

“Vierge Bianco, Capo of the Transportation Team. Pleasure to meet you too, signora. If you haven’t chosen a team to join yet, I would be pleased to welcome you into mine. We are a little short-staffed after all,” he said. Bruno then looked at you.

“Well, as much as I would love to introduce you to the other capos of Passione, there are just too many to count. Also, the three you've met are the only ones here in the main headquarters right now. Have you made your decision yet?” he asked.

 You swallowed, your [E/C] eyes scanning the room, first looking at Vierge, then the other members of the Transportation team. You also thought about Abbacchio and Mista, the Information Team and the Assassination Team. A knot appeared on your forehead as you frowned, this was difficult. Should you choose to join Abbacchio’s team, where you would be able to gather as much as data as possible on your sister’s killer? Or do you join Mista's team? Where you would be most comfortable in, seeing as your skill set is well suited for the Assassination team. On the other hand, you could join the Transportation team, where your stand could come into handy? You mulled over your options for a while, before you finally made up your mind.

You smiled as you looked back at Bruno, “I’ve made up mind.”

 A/N: Had to delete and repost this, so there are quite a few edits. I prefer this version better honestly. Please vote for the team of your choice! Would you choose one of our newly appointed capos, or the new capo of the new team? Also, the Transportation team is just a group of OCs I had to make up on the spot, you’ll see them a lot more often as they’re quite important to the story. 

Fugo will come around soon enough, don’t worry. 

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Could I ask one of Dignified prince logan of (insert kingdom) being grabbed and pulled into a dance by trashy , Younger brother of his royal friend Roman, Remus duke of (insert kingdom). And as soon as they start dancing the waltz turns into a Salsa dance music,, they knew eachother for a bit but this is first time logan's really "interacted" with remus They quickly dance and remus is having a blast while logan is a secret disaster gay and Roman was the one who gave remus the confidence to 1/2

Here you are!

I’m a big sucker for Platonic Roceit, but it can also be up to interpretation! So, if you want, you can read it as Romantic!

Also, Deceit’s name is Damian, cause I thought it was fitting.

Also, sorry for the really long wait!

Word Count: 3,261

Logan couldn’t help but sigh as he gently slid a book back into its proper place on the shelf.

“Why so glum, young majesty?” Patton asked from his seat at one of the library tables, pausing his writing to swiftly dab more ink onto the quill, “Is it the royal ball?” he inquired, continuing on with his notes.

The young prince replied with a small hum, gaze remaining on the various books littering the shelf, “I thought I told you to address me by my name?”

“Well, you did, but the King—”

“Patton, we’ve been companions since we were children, I don’t care what my father says, call me by my name,” his voice held a hint of authority to it, with a side of annoyance. He didn’t like the constant reminder of his royal status, and one less person referring to him as a high title made it easier to forget.

It’s not that he didn’t enjoy his life in the castle. He rather liked learning new things, and conversing with the staff, but the idea that he would be forced into marriage shortly after his upcoming birthday made his stomach sink. He knew he had to marry and bring in the next generation to take his place, but the idea of being with a woman made him… uncomfortable, to say the least.

“Logan,” Patton tried again, offering a small smile towards his friend, “Are you upset about the upcoming ball?” he asked, gently placing down his quill and standing up from his seat, stretching out his arms, “Because if you are, why don’t you just skip it?”

“You know I can’t do that,” Logan finally turned his focus to Patton, “And, I’m just worried, is all,” he explained, “You know of my dislike for…” he trailed off, making a small gesture with his hand, fearing that if he said the word out loud someone might hear and tell his father.

“Ah, well,” Patton came a little closer, lowering his voice so only Logan could hear, “If it makes you feel better, a little birdie told me—”

“Bird’s can’t talk.”

“—that two very handsome, young princes will be attending the event, at your father’s request,” he chirped in a sing-song voice.

“Really?” Logan inquired, raising an eyebrow curiously, “Would they be from the Cican Empire?”

“Mhm,” Patton nodded in reply, a wide smile on his face, “You remember them, don’t you?” he asked.

Logan did, in fact. He had been very isolated during his younger years, always studying in his room or the library, but that hadn’t stopped him from meeting Roman. He was a bit of an adventurous type, and had stumbled upon Logan in the library, where his parents had shoo’d him off to. The first thing Roman had said—more so demanded—to him was, “Be thy enemy or thy friend, handsome, young bookworm?” as he held up a wooden sword in front of him. And the first thing Logan had replied with was, “Did you just call me a ‘handsome bookworm?’”

Long story short, the result ended with the two princes becoming close friends.

“So,” Patton rocked back and fourth on his heels, “Are you less worried?” he was still smiling, waiting for the prince’s response.

“Well,” Logan thought over his options, resting his chin in the palm of his hand and closing his eyes, “I suppose…” he slowly replied, opening his eyes and offering the faintest of smiles towards Patton, “It would be nice to see Roman again, and finally be introduced to his twin brother,” he stated finally.

“Oh, that’s right! I forgot about him!”

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“Logan!”

A loud yelp escaped Logan’s lungs as he felt someone wrap their arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

“How have you been, my dear friend?” Roman asked, a wide grin on his face as he rested his chin on Logan’s shoulder.

“I though I told you not to sneak up on me like that?” Logan replied flatly, shooting a glare at his friend with mild annoyance.

“I couldn’t help it! I’ve missed you an endless amount!” the adventures prince chirped, briefly tightening his hold on Logan before releasing him from the hug, adjusting his position so he was standing in front of Logan, “So, how have you been?” Roman repeated the question, still smiling wide, “I read in your letters you’ve been thinking of writing a book! Will there be any dashing young heroes? If you need an example, I’d be happy to volunteer,” he rambled excitedly, practically bouncing up and down as the two began their walk down the hallway towards the ballroom.

Logan couldn’t help but laugh at Roman’s excitement, shaking his head in amusement, “I wasn’t planning to write a fairy tale,” he explained, gaze briefly glancing around to take note of the lack of company, “It would be a factual book, possibly about the history of our kingdoms.”

“But that sounds so boring,” Roman groaned, sulking his shoulders, “Why not write something fun? Like our adventures we had around the castle?”

“Oh, yes, I’m sure people would enjoy reading about two young princes almost setting the kitchen on fire because they were attempting to bake a cake, nearly breaking a vase because someone’s wooden sword slipped form their hand, and practically destroying the entirety of the garden because they tried to use magic unsupervised.”

“Exactly!” Roman exclaimed, missing the sarcasm that was held in Logan’s voice, “‘The Adventures of Prince Roman and Prince Logan—featuring Patton and Virgil,’” he was practically beaming at the idea.

Logan smiled sadly at the memories, “My father would disapprove of such a book,” he quietly muttered, “Where is your brother and your adviser?” he asked, quickly changing the topic.

Roman gave a small shrug in response, “Probably still in the ballroom,” he replied simply, “I abandoned them to search for you, cause I wanted to have you to myself for at least a bit,” he explained.

“Ah,” Logan nodded in understanding, “Makes since, we haven’t seen each other in person for—”

“Two full years!” Roman chimed in, grabbing hold of Logan’s hand and tugging him along as he quickened his pace, “But now I can finally introduce you to my brother! I think you’ll like him!” he exclaimed, offering the bookish prince a wide smile.

Logan sighed, unable to stop the smile from resting on his face. It would definitely be interesting to meet with the unnamed brother. He silently wondered what he was like, possibly like Roman? Was he just as creative and adventurous? Was his smile just as bright?

A million questions filled Logan’s head the longer he waited for Roman to introduce him to his older twin—“Just by fourteen seconds!” Roman had told him one day, unable to keep from sulking at the thought of being the youngest of the pair.

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A cool breeze tussled Remus’ hair as he watched the crowed of people interacting with one another, some sharing dances, others stuffing their faces with wine and food. He couldn’t help the annoyed sigh that left him as he leaned back against the railing of the balcony, “This is absolutely ridiculous,” he muttered, tugging at his too tight collar, “Why did I even have to wear this stupid thing? I have much more comfortable clothes than this!”

“You’re just bitter because Roman abandoned you to hang out with a cute boy,” Damian replied by Remus’ side, an amused smirk playing on his face.

The duke continued to loosen his tie, even if he knew he’d end up being lectured by his parents if they saw he’d ruined his outfit, once again, “Maybe…” he muttered, gently digging his heel into the floor.

“Well, I wouldn’t worry, too much,” the adviser reassured, “He’ll be back once he find’s Logan.”

“You know this, how?”

Damian simply shrugged, as if the answer was obvious, “He told me.”

Remus gave a small hum in reply, “We probably shouldn’t have moved from our original spot then, huh?”

“No, probably not, but it’s too late now.”

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Roman gently opened the door, the quiet of the hallway immediately being shattered by the endless chit chat, soft music, and clinking of glass. He slowly lead Logan through the crowed, gaze frantically searching for where his brother and adviser had gone off to.

Logan absentmindedly tightened his hold on his friend’s hand, fear creeping up on him. He didn’t mind Roman holding his hand, but he knew his father would. “When were you going to tell me you were having a secret relationship with another man? Prince Roman, no less!” is what his father would probably say, only for Logan to try and explain they weren’t in a romantic relationship, just very close friends.

“Where in the world…” Roman quietly muttered, finally sighing in frustration, “Okay, how about this,” he quickly pulled Logan over by the food table, releasing his hand, only to place both on his shoulders and adjust his standing position, “Stay here, and I’ll go find them,” he offered one last smile before disappearing into the sea of people.

“Oh, hey, L,” came a familiar voice.

Logan turned his head in the direction the voice had come from, finding Virgil was approaching him, a tray stacked with wine in his hand. He smiled, giving a light wave, “I thought you weren’t aloud to be around alcohol,” he noted, gaze flicking to the plate, “Your mother would be very disappointed,” he teased.

“It’s grape juice,” Virgil corrected, gently nudge the prince in the arm with his elbow, a smile spreading across his face.

“Oh, my apologies, then.”

There was a pause as the two stared at each other, only to quietly start laughing at their interaction, both taking some comfort in the familiar presence.

“So, what brings you to the food table?” Virgil asked, a curious look in his eyes, “Princey abandon you for a cute boy?”

“Not exactly,” Logan took one of the glasses off the try, taking a drink from it, “He’s introducing me to his brother,” he explained.

“Oh, Gods,” Virgil muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What?”

Virgil shook his head, “Nothing, it’s just…” he trailed off, gaze fixed on the crowd of people, “He’s a bit… eccentric, to say the least.”

The statement made something in Logan shift, his questions from earlier returning. What in the world was he expecting from this brother? Virgil seemed unsettled by the mention of him, was that because they shared a previous history that Logan wasn’t aware of?

“Lo-o-ogan!” Romans’ sing-song voice cut through his thoughts, “I have a Duke for you to meet!”

At the mention of Roman’s brother, Virgil quickly made himself scarce, wishing Logan luck as he disappeared back into the bundle of people.

Logan’s eyes locked onto the very messy attire being worn by the Duke. His tie hung lose around his neck, his two top buttons on his shirt were undone, he had rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, and half his shirt was tucked in, while the other was pulled out. In short, he was an absolute disaster compared to Roman, and anyone else in the room, really.

“This is my dear brother,” Roman gestured to the walking disaster, “Remus, a Duke,” he turned to Remus, gesturing to his friend, “Remus, this is Logan, the friend I was telling you so much about,” he explained.

Remus seemed to do a quick once over of Logan’s outfit, offering a lopsided grin and extending his hand, “Nice ta meet ya, Glasses,” he greeted.

“Uh…” Logan had to do a double take. This had been the second time in his life someone had greeted him so unprofessionally, “Did you just call me, ‘Glasses?’” he asked, slowly shaking the hand that had been extended to him.

“Yep!” Remus replied, “Not a huge fan of all that ‘your majesty,’ business. I find it rather stiff, if you ask me,” he rambled, “I mean, why can’t you just talk to someone like a normal person, ya know?”

“Eh, right…” Logan’s brain was still trying to catch up. He hadn’t expected Remus to be exactly like Roman, but this? He was so… different.

Roman smile wide, clasping his hands together, “Well, I’ll leave the two of you alone for a bit,” he chirped, flicking his gaze between the pair, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, alright!” he practically sang as he skipped off to who knows where.

The prince and duke were left facing each other, a sort of awkwardness in the air as both tried to think of something they could add to the conversation.

“Uh, so,” Logan cleared his throat, gesturing to the unkept outfit, “Your parents let you come here dressed like that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t necessarily mind Remus’ outfit—if he wished to wear it, how did Logan have any right to stop him?—but surely his father would, and the last think Logan wanted was to be lectured about the type of company he kept with him.

“Oh, Gods, no,” Remus replied in amusement, “I did this to make myself more comfortable,” his eyes briefly did a once over of Logan’s outfit for the second time, “I mean, wearing a suit for almost eight to nine hours can’t be that comfortable.”

“Well, what do you normally wear when you go out?” Logan huffed, briefly adjusting his tie.

“Easy, I don’t!” Remus chimed, grin still wide, “Most of the time my parents keep me at home because of how much of a disappointment I am, but what can you do,” he gave a small shrug, his smile unwavering.

Logan blinked, staring at the duke with some surprise that he had spoken the way he did. It had come out out of his mouth with such ease, “They’re disappointed in you…?” Logan slowly asked, unsure of where-else to take the conversation.

“Mhm,” Remus nodded in reply, “In fact, the only reason they let me out of the castle tonight is because Roman insisted,” he briefly turned his head towards the various guests dancing in pairs.

Logan wasn’t sure how to respond. This walking disaster had many similarities to Roman, which didn’t come off as too much of a surprise, but the fact that he seemed to speak with no filter was something the prince hadn’t been expecting, nor that he spoke about his parents disapproval with no care in the world, like their opinions didn’t matter to him.

“Do you want to dance?” Remus suddenly asked, turning his focus back to Logan, a small smile on his face, softer than the grin he had previously been wearing, “Unless your daddy think’s you’re too prim and proper to be seen dancing with a mess like me,” he teased, the wide grin from earlier returning across his face—and did he just wink?

“I—” Logan sputtered, hating the way his face flushed in embarrassment, “For your information, I am fully capable of making my own decisions!” he snapped, crossing his arms and shooting a hard glare at the duke, “My father doesn’t dictate my choices!”

“So, you will dance with me?”

“Sure!” Logan declared, only to pause shortly after as the realization of what he just said sank in, eyes widening in horror, Wait, what?

“Great!” Remus exclaimed, quickly grabbing Logan’s arm and dragging him towards the dance floor, “This is going to be fun!”

“Wait, at least let me put down my drink–!”

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At first, Logan was practically being lugged around by the duke, who seemed to make his movements flow in a certain way that was difficult for the prince to match. He even took to blinking Morse Code in Roman’s direction, who was pretending to ignore him in favor of talking with Damian.

Something else he was worried about was the whispering among the guests. It was faint, and barely noticeable, but he could still hear the little inquiries—“Why is the Prince of Worene dancing with someone so distasteful?”, “The prince is dancing with another man?”, “Isn’t that the Duke of Cican? What’s he doing with the prince?” “That’s the Duke? I expected far better.”

The endless questions being thrown around the room caused Logan’s stomach to churn uneasily. His father—what would he think if he saw his own son dancing with a man? Surely he would disprove!

“Someone is distracted,” Remus practically sang as he glided along the marble floor, briefly tightening his hold on Logan so he didn’t drop him as he dipped the prince, “Am I not good enough entertainment?”

Logan didn’t respond, gaze locking with Remus’, the light dancing off of him in just the right way. He really was a beautiful sight to see, and had the duke not shifted out of their position just as quickly as he put them in it, Logan would have probably ended up kissing him, which was absolutely absurd. He only just met him after all.

————

“Is he blinking in Morse Code?” Damian asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Logan being glided across the dance floor by Remus.

“Yep,” Roman replied, an amused smile on his face, “He truly is a gay disaster,” the prince hummed.

Damian nodded in agreement, shooting a glance at Roman, “Like someone else I know,” he smirked, gently nudging Roman in the arm with his elbow.

“Psh,” Roman quickly reasoned, blowing a raspberry, “Since when am I the disaster?” he huffed, crossing his arms defensively, “Last I checked, Logan was the gay disaster!”

“If he’s the disaster gay, what does that make you?”

“The fabulous gay, obviously.”

A snort left Damian as he cupped a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter, “You are an idiot.”

“A handsome idiot,” Roman corrected, joining Damian in his laughter.

“Yeah, alright, I’ll give you that,” the adviser replied. His face slowly turned into one of seriousness, gaze watching Logan loosen up and slowly join Remus in the flow of the music, “It’s a shame your parents keep him sheltered, but I’m not surprised,” he commented, catching the faintest of smiles on Logan’s face. He smiled at the pair, “Remus is an uncontrollable child at heart, even now that he’s practically an adult.”

Roman let out a light laugh, “Yeah…” he muttered, turning his head in the direction his adviser was looking in, his gaze soft, “Logan will be good for Remus,” he quietly stated, “Just like Remus will be good for Logan.”

Damian nodded in agreement, a comfortable silence settling between the prince and adviser.

————

“I will admit,” Logan began as he stepped along to the beat of music with Remus, doing his best to keep his smile at bay, “This is rather fun.”

The duke grinned in response, “Is that so, Specs?” he hummed, pausing their dance, coming a little closer, “Maybe we should do this more often, then,” his gaze was gentle, his hold on Logan loosening slightly.

Logan felt his heart rate skyrocket, face turning a dark red. His flight reflex kicked in, causing him to let out a loud yelp–turning who knows how many heads–and trip over his own feet in an attempt to back away. His grip held tight on Remus and he ended up bringing the Duke down with him as they fell to the ground, causing an audible thud to echo through the suddenly quiet ballroom.

Various party guests were quick to assets the two royals back to their feet, questioning if they were all right.

Logan silently prayed that his parents hadn’t witness the almost-kiss he had with Remus. If they had, his life would, no doubt, be completely ruined.

His parents did, however, witness it, and both of them dealt with the situation accordingly.

“You owe me ten silver,” the queen state, holding out her hand towards her husband.

“Hang on, I bet that Logan would declare his love for Roman, and–“

“I bet he would fall for another man, which he did,” the queen cut her husband short, a small smile playing on her face, “That’s the duke, dear, not the prince.”

The king scoffed, pulling ten silver from his pocket and handing it off to his wife, “Alright, alright, I know when I’ve lost,” he muttered dejectedly, “Lousy bet, if you ask me.”

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I apologize in advance if I forgot to tag anyone that asked or if your tag didn’t work!

If you’d like to be added, just ask!

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#askbram !

A whole bunch of asks answered below the cut!

warning, it’s really long! ♡

Uploading Designs After Using My Tutorials!

Hey! I don’t mind if you upload them to your creator code, but if possible I would really love a reference/tag to my accounts if you post them anywhere! Mostly because I want to see how you end up using them! ♡

I’m @bramblescrossing​ here (lol) and instagram @ BramsDesigns on twitter!

@cherrixing​

Would you post grids for your designs?

Hey! I would be down for that! I’m thinking I’m going to do a once a month poll where you guys get to vote on which one get’s the pixels posted! The only reason I’m a bit adverse to posting all of them is because it takes a bunch more work, especially with posting all the info for the color palettes! But I’m willing to put in the work if people are wanting this!

Can you do ____ Tutorial?

I haven’t made one yet, but I’ll work on one for you right now! I’ll post it ASAP!

@vennitrii​

First, sdjghsalkdg you’re gonna make me cry, non! 

Second, oh man, I haven’t even tried yet! Both are now on my list of future tutorials! 

@acupofblackcoffeeonesugar​

Could you be more specific? Like a whole top? Or? Send me some reference pictures! :)

Adding it to my list! I’ll do some pixel letter tutorials, but in the mean time, you can google search pixel letters and get some help if ya want! I’m by no means the first or the only!

Wildewisp Weekly Updates!

Hey nonnies! Abosultey! I made the template myself using photoshop (took forever lol!) The whole picture is 540x900 pixels and I cut it into 3 pictures that are 540x300! That is the standard tumblr picture size I believe!

Design Limit Stuff

I believe that character would be able to post 130 more, which I am considering doing. However, I am hesitant because of having another creator-code and having to remember which design goes with which character when making edits. But Bramble (as a character) is likely to make a reappearance soon and join Murmur so I can create more!

I have heard that! That you share you design slots! Such an incredible bummer for families who share! I am so sorry :( I wonder if that means each character would have editing rights over a design created by someone on the island? My guess is not? But if it is, it could solve some of my issues with starting another character (see above).

@snailienz​

I think design packs would be such a great idea! Or the option to rearrange the codes on your creator portal? I totally get that Nintendo has a server and limits, etc etc, that thy have to consider, but I don’t think there is NO way the limit/way designs are shared won’t change! I think there’s lots of options. I’m pretty sure the Infrared sensor on the joycons could even read a qr code? Lot’s of options, @nintendo​!!

“Not Active” Designs

You are so so welcome! I’ll be adding that image to the top of each original post, and adding the tag #notactive so you can check that as well! It helps me to keep things straight on my end, too!

Inspiration?

Hey nonny, don’t get discouraged! The wonderful thing about all of this is you can change it pretty much at will! And taking inspiration from others is great! That’s how ideas grow! I would say, in regards to appreciating your island, find little spots here and there that are filled with your favorite things! And don’t be afraid to join a community here on tumblr or via a discord! There’s lots of them out there!

Honestly, that’s why I love taking requests! People have so many different and wonderful ideas, it always  tests my skills! Other than that, pinterest and  tumblr are great places to find cute outfits!

I’ve always been an artist in my spare time and have really loved pixel art since ACNL! Honestly, practice makes progress! I go in to more details about specific stuff for AC designing here!

@buunnypriince​

#happiness

@morgrenth​ sdgjasdhgkjl thank you so so much!! I really have fun with it!

sdhgkjsadg thank you both so much! I really really really appreciate it. Seriously, saving these asks so I can read them again and again!! <3

@gaiamoth​

@sanuas​ kdsjhgksjad Ily too!!! <3 <3

djhaskdljg thank you so so much. thank you for the encouragement! <3 <3

@whisperel​ jkdsghalskdg thank you so so much, truly. I needed this love, today!

@elizawritescrap​ <3 hugs to you tooo!!!

Other!

Hey island name anon! First, thank you for telling me! I did spend a loooooonngggg time coming up with that name haha, but I also get it! it’s not copyrighted or anything! I hope the name is bringing you and your island as much joy as it is bringing me!!

I do some of the css stuff to tweak things, as many of the theme blogs are inactive and not taking requests! But all the theme designers credit can be found on each individual page! I did not make any of the actual themes!

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Ayesha Liveblogs Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Card S1

Not to be someone born in the 90s but wow this is a change from the more simple animation style new anime truly likes things shiny, intensely bright and round lmao

Ah I guess the prologue is just a reanimation of the original anime finale? That’s fair it helps you reintegrate if it had been nineteen years for you

“That way, you’ll realize who you consider to be your Number One” Eriol’s advice has gotten less cryptic since he stopped lying

“The person I love the most... is you” Lmao didn’t Syaoran ALREADY do this confession in the final battle this is like in Naruto the Last where Naruto just forgot that Hinata had already said she loved him

Fdshkfjhkjdfhksjhfkjh wow Yukito appearing with a flower background and shine effect and softened face is this a style choice or is this just Toya Vision™

I think Toya’s voice IS different rest in pieces I still respect u bro 

“How do I feel about Syaoran” [Pan across Syaoran in floral background] It is a style choice how very shojo manga of you

I’m really very confused by the references to Tokyo Tower bc I’m pretty sure they were battling at Tsukimine Shrine did I miss something??

No I just checked it was definitely at the shrine in the anime did THEY not check or were they like ‘hmmm not enough drama only Tokyo Tower for our battle backdrops pls’

This is the third or fourth flower backdrop in the first ten minutes jkhkdjhg the floral effect artists said ‘I WILL BE SILENT NO LONGER’:

I DO NOT understand the chronology of this the bear exchange was the last scene in the anime is this before or after the finale???? If it’s after then why is Syaoran still in town

Rjhkjhgkj is the entire point of redoing this episode so Sakura could also give Syaoran a bear

“Toya was too embarrassed, so he had me bring it over and went back to his room” Lmao @ Toya sending his boyfriend to be nice to his sister in his place 

If this show does not stop the floral cutaways I will not be able to take it seriously it is Ouran High School Host Club levels of intensity jdshfkjshdfkjhsdk

“Will you wait for me?” “Yes! I’ll wait! I’ll be waiting!” I think they threw out all continuity just so they could establish that these feelings were for sure mutual for the setup of the sequel series

That, or the original series so heavily discarded manga continuity that they are trying to walk it back to something more accurate without any real explanation

Rffkghkfghkdfhgkj if they’re referencing the original anime bear scene what was the point of that stupid prologue SO WHAT IS THE TRUTH

“My name is Mike. I’m from Portland” LOL references to Americans in anime are always so funny 

“Now I can stay in Tomoeda forever” did u bring ur mom and sisters orrr

Gosh I’m actually quite thrown by how quickly this romance escalated it took them 57 episodes to just use each other’s first names and now it’s taken them one (1) episode to Commit 4Ever At Age 13

HAHAHA do they have smart phones now? Always on the cutting edge

“I Am a Stuffed Animal” some of the quirky captions ARE worth it

“Make sure you tell him... even the smallest things” Yue has become more of a romantic since he got closure and a part-time boyfriend 

“I never knew! Thanks for telling me!” “Never change, Li-kun” kjhgkjhdkj STILL MY GULLIBLE BOY some things don’t ever change

Is that a dragon?? They are really expanding this magical universe

It bears repeating the polar opposite levels of pacing from the two shows it’s only episode one and they’ve already established so many new rules and powers 

I don’t blame them for it though bc they have to put forward some kind of plot progression

There were so many visual effects in that scene I couldn’t even tell what was happening lmao it’s like reading manga battles

“But why are these things happening in Tomoeda again?” I mean not to point fingers but Syaoran’s arrival is fairly recent

“Did Wei-san come back with you” “No, just me. But he said he’d come to check on me in a while” HE’S 13?? CHILD. WELFARE. LAWS!!!!

“I wish that I could’ve used it as a reference” “For what?” “To make something that would look wonderful on you” LMAO now that Syaoran and Sakura are a thing He is Included in the outfits 

“’Great to have you’ so you can do what?” don’t bully ur sister Toya, u r both happy with your respective relationships now

WHAT ARE THE STAKES OF KERO PRETENDING TO BE A PLUSHIE TOYA IS LITERALLY DATING THE MOON

I understood “Gale” but what exactly is a “Siege” card this feels a little abstract 

“We managed to keep him in the dark” did u tho? Again. Moon boyfriend

“So it happened in her room” Did u put a protection spell on that bear or something Syaoran 

I genuinely do not tire of Syaoran and Sakura’s shared gullibility this couple is morosexual solidarity

How convenient that Sakura’s new key just announces whenever there’s a new clear card to collect lmao

I meant what I said about Toya’s love language being touching Yukito somewhere above the shoulders 

“You’ll find out when the time comes” Dfddjhfjkdhf Toya what are you going to DO 

Two cards in one episode is quite a bit for ep 3 I guess they’re trying to give her some more fighting options lol 

Is the implication of the way Sakura just happens to be coming across magical phenomenon that Clow Reed didn’t make his cards but just harnessed magic that existed in nature 

For no reason other than my own suspicion I think that something funky is going on with Syaoran’s powers

“That person was almost the same height as me” I mean so was Eriol

“Sakura and the Lovely Transfer Student” we know by now transfer students mean that shit’s about to get real

“And then you slept with your belly uncovered” “I did not!” Toya’s gentle bullying to distract Sakura is always weirdly sweet

“Your brother is so funny Sakura” CHIHARU’S RIGHT STAN TOYA

SHINOMOTO ARE YOU SHITTING ME JHDFGHDGDFDD WHY DOES IT RHYME

“I hope we can be friends” if I know anything about this show this means she’s going to do something very shady immediately

I wonder if this will be the season that Tomoyo’s filming of everything Sakura does finally becomes plot relevant

I do think it’s weird that Sakura trusted a new key without questioning it

“I’m changing back” LOL @ YUE TRANSFORMING INTO YUKITO JUST TO AVOID PEOPLE I’M STARTING TO REALLY LIKE HIM

DGSJGSJDGDJGSFFSJDHJS YUKITO APOLOGIZING FOR YUE LEAVING RUDELY THAT’S MY POLITE AND HANDSOME MAN WHO HAS NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG IN HIS LIFE

I KNEW Syaoran was being suspicious!!! Talking about Sakura with Eriol in secret phone calls

“I came here to be ready for that time, when it comes” current theory is that Syaoran has NO powers and that’s why he is not running out of his classroom for teenage battles with the Forces of Nature

“How much has Yukito-san been eating?” “Not as much as he did when you were in elementary school, but he still eats a lot for his size” This must be a strange conversation for their dad to listen to but I like how this is code for Does Yukito Have Magical Chakra Exhaustion

“Um, I just... Phone call” said Sakura, as she was forcibly moonwalked away right in front of her friends’ eyes

LOL is Tomoyo being unable to film Sakura going to be a recurring joke 

“Don’t worry about it” “I have to, when it’s about you” Syaoran really going Full Boyfriend Mode huh

I’ve never questioned it in until precisely this moment but who pays Kero’s phone bill?? Is it Tomoyo? Who is the account holder for this stuffed animal did she establish Kero as a legal person

“Momo-chan, let’s be friends okay?” I feel like this has to be immediate foreshadowing for Momo being alive

[Cucumber cut incorrectly] “Gotta show Yuki” hjkfhksjdhfkjhd rude of Toya but the caption kills me

Ddjkhfkjdhfjkdhfkjh the pure juxtaposition of this energy:

Tomoyo: They have other things to do

Chiharu, thinking that it’s a romance thing: [Winks]

Syaoran and Sakura: [In the shadows while threatening music plays]

“I didn’t feel... anything” oh NO why r their magic senses NOT tingling

I feel like I have been had, they had an episode called the “Song of the Moon” and Yukito didn’t even show up?? Rude

SCREAM this magical FaceTime call is much funnier than I could’ve imagined

“Yukito is in a recitation club, which he takes very seriously” GDGJFGJGJHGDG Yue very respectful of not occupying Yukito’s time with magical shenanigans LMAO

“And we’ll make them the cutest oxygen masks you’ve ever seen” Tomoyo, like the background effects artists in this anime, will not be stopped

Well colour me inaccurate I guess Syaoran can use his powers and he can do a fancy new sword thing

I like this flying scarf it’s the first of the new cards with a personality

Poor Syaoran always so serious to being a Teenage Wizard is hard

Wow I bet there’s NOTHING weird about the fact Akiho lives in Eriol’s house it’s just pure happenstance (said no one)

“Could we um, go out together?” I think this is the first time someone has explicitly scheduled a date in all 80+ episodes

I really do enjoy Toya’s never-ending list of temp jobs lmao 

“Still going on, huh?” Toya’s older brother senses are unparalleled

LMAO IS THIS A 15 YEAR OLD BUTLER

Ghgjhfjfjhfjh what is the scale for these heights why is Kaito twice the height of these 13-year-olds

Unsubtle shot of this man’s pocket watch echoing Sakura’s dream

I’ve never seen a more Rich Person Reaction than Akiho getting upset that Katio, a service worker, stated that taking care of her was his job hfkjdhfkjh

“I came to Japan because there was a book I wanted”

1. VERY Rich Person thing to say

2. Wow I wonder which of you has a MAGICAL BOOK that’s been doing weird things lately

“What language is it” “I don’t know, but I’ve learned to read it” me when I hear people speak South Asian languages LMAO

Why does everyone keep referencing the Time That’s Coming? Toya, Syaoran, Eriol... they’ve all caught Mizuki’s affliction of vague and unhelpful prophecies

*One more go to jail Mizuki for the road

I hope that these stupid FaceTime calls with Yue are in EVERY episode from now on

Does the fact that he’s listed as Yue-san in Sakura’s phone mean that there’s a phone for each personality omg

OMG I just realized the ep title (Sakura’s Thrilling Aquarium Visit) must be a throwback to “Sakura’s Heart-Racing First Date” which was not a date but took place at an aquarium. Cute!!

GJHGSHJGFSGH Yue is me whenever people talk about video games:

Kero: Hey, Yue, play an online game with me

Yue: [Hangs up immediately]

“I made you wait” “Nah, I got here too early. It’s still twelve minutes before our meeting time.” I think she and Yukito had this exact exchange in that early ep

“She doesn’t have magical powers, but she’s oddly perceptive” I hope that Meilin’s one and only magical power is precognition lmao

Omg every time someone in this show speaks English I am so thrown 

“I wasn’t sure how I should look at him” awww Syaoran trying to re-establish himself in the family

I guess this aquarium HAS changed in that it developed a security system for when the tank breaks [youknowwhathatisgrowth.gif]

LOL I guess it’s convenient to have an invisibility cloak when ur breaking and entering I was wondering how they were going to deal with their criminal behaviour in the age of cameras

Ep 10. Sakura’s Unbelievable Juvenile Detention Centre

Weel weel weel looks like Sakura isn’t the only one with new powers nice ice Syaoran!! I missed their tag team fights

OH MY GOD IF THIS PHOTO ALBUM ACCEPTS THE CONTINUITY OF THE SECOND MOVIE THEN SAKURA AND SYAORAN HAVE ALREADY! DONE! THEIR! CONFESSIONS! WOULD YOU PICK A LANE

“You want the person you like to eat good food” Besides the fact Kaito is twice your height and therefore probably an adult... u should not make advances on people u employ - this is all very bad-vibes-no-jutsu

I am shocked that it took this long for Sakura to notice that her new cards paralleled the old cards

Syaoran is staring at Kaito like he murdered his spouse in a previous life 

“So he has Moon magic too?” UHHHH WAS SYAORAN’S MAGIC ALWAYS MOON-BASED I FEEL LIKE THAT’S NOT CLEAR

Also very unclear why Eriol keeps leaving her on read if he’s talking to Syaoran what

I love how Kero has independent friendships and communications with both Yukito and Tomoyo lmao

How many times has Penguin Park been destroyed by now

“Perhaps your dream is gradually progressing” Progressing into what exactly the Battle of the Nice Thirteen-Year-Olds

Why is it that magic in this universe comes with above-average athletic ability LOL

Once again, without a body/personification, these cards seem harsh

Kaito seems like too much of a red herring a la Mizuki so I’m going to assume the other presence we see is someone we either haven’t met yet or smth really fucked up with the rest of the main cast 

I’d lose my mind if it was Toya but I genuinely hope not he’s too nice

I honestly missed Meilin ever since she chilled out a bit she’s very fun

“The emoji in her message definitely looked thrilled” [Bob Dylan voice] For the times they are a-changin’.....

“I don’t know when it’ll happen, but when it does you’ll know” Toya.......

Toya’s absolutely nonplussed reaction to his Moon Boyfriend never ceases to amaze

Yukito: [Sighs and floats into the air to wrap in a wing cocoon]

Toya: [Sitting and staring unfazed] 

Also am I crazy or was that transformation on purpose bc it really had the energy of ‘Fine if you won’t talk to me maybe you’ll talk to Rude Magical Me!!’

“Did I change again?” GUESS NOT LMAO 

Also it’s fun how as different as Yukito and Yue are, their shared brain cell says ‘TOYA COMMUNICATE WITH MEE’ 

“But ever since Syaoran came back, he’s had something important on his mind” People don’t give Sakura enough credit for her emotional intelligence

Can we take a minute to appreciate Sakura’s outfit fashion ICON

What is this Furry card that makes u dress up in ears and a tail lmao

“I’ll treasure [these cookies]” “I’d rather you ate them” LOL

My Furry card prediction gets more and more accurate with each passing second (even a broken clock’s right twice a day)

Uhhhhh Syaoran what did u sell to the moon devil to be able to cut through the space-time continuum

Sakura: NO THAT’S MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SYAORAN

SCREAM this family and their circle of hair cutting (also if Yukito cuts Toya’s hair, does Toya cut Yukito’s? Or does it not grow bc magic jfhkfh)

“I’m pretty sure that was middle school English” Sakura hearing English is me hearing French LMAO 

“Sucks, doesn’t he?” MEILIN PLS

Djhfjkdhkjfhjk Tomoyo’s immediate rage at being the centre of attention

SAKURA DOING MAGIC RIGHT IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE OMG

“Surround the entire mansion” Very subtle Sakura I’m sure no one in your whole town will notice

“I hear her father specializes in archaeology, so he might have some interesting books” “Have I mentioned Sakura-san’s father to you before?” [Dramatic cut in music] WELL

Oh my GOD did Kaito just turn back time bc he regretted what he said immediately? Honestly a mood

Also: BITCH

“You’re so alike, and not just because of your names” I have to say I’ve been thinking since her first appearance that Akiho looks like Nadeshiko so if they’re not related I will be surprised

“Sometimes watching good people makes me feel sad” well damn Meilin

I’m going to guess this Teenage Robot is the equivalent of the fight card that Meilin fought upon her introduction

Aw HELL YEAH SAKURA AND MEILIN TAG TEAM FIGHT WOOOO

“Aren’t you and Syaoran doing too much for those you care about, and forgetting to care about yourselves?” WELL DAMN MEILIN U R THE NEW TEENAGE SUPERHERO THERAPIST

 “Can I call you ‘Sakura’ from now on, too?” AHHH THESE KIDS

LMAO AMAZING IT TOOK 13 STRAIGHT EPISODES FOR MOMO TO EVEN TWITCH

“We are indeed progressing... toward that time” I feel THREATENED

Once again I cannot stress strongly enough how much I love physical comedy

Sakura: They don’t seem to be causing any harm

The dessert rolls:

GOD the roll cakes eating each other to form one giant monster Babushka doll roll cake jhfjkdhgkdjhgkj incredible

EXCUSE ME MA’AM WHY WAS THERE A DEMON GIRL IN THE REFLECTION OF THIS SHATTERED CARD 

“Please laugh again” Akiho is v nice I really hope Kaito isn’t mean 

“Once a magical contract is formed, it can’t be broken, unless something really serious happens” [Quirrel voice] Can anyone tell me what foreshadowing is?

“What do you feel” “I think it’s a card” Very observant Sakura I think they gathered that

When Sakura gets all four of the base elements is Momo going to turn into a 200 pound giant rabbit

I like that every time Toya is concerned about Sakura, Yue appears suddenly to discuss the matter seriously with him [Gay and Wondorous Life of Caleb Gallo voice] He’s in this relationship!!

“When you’re angry or upset, it shows on your face, even if you don’t say it” Yue IS in this relationship woooow

“When humans realize they’re talking to a fox, they won’t sell you mittens. In fact, they’ll catch you and put you in a cage.” UH who is the fox in this metaphor not Sakura I hope???

Years later Syaoran is still winded if Sakura makes too much eye contact khgkghkjg 

The fact that Yukito reads at a children’s hospital... truly one of The Nicest Not-Humans On Earth

Well with each passing episode we have less and less reasons to trust these cards and Kaito the Young Magical Butler

Ever since Kaito reversed time, I cannot shake the persistent thought that Akiho IS Nadeshiko. That’d be weird but u know... I’ve seen this show do weirder

“Your sweets look better” “No, yours!” Grandpa witnessing this date

“Also if Sakura-chan goes to college or wants to do something else, he wants to help” TOYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“Any further, and you won’t be able to return” NADESHIKO BE MORE SPECIFIC 

“It was my robe” Wait what ur family is a magical society or smth and somehow u don’t know Akiho??? How in the whomst

Everyone in this anime is like, ‘Haha Yue looks mad’ as if Yue does not look mad every second that he’s alive

KHKJHKFJHKJFHJ GRANDPA MASAKI REALLY GONNA GIVE SAKURA A HOUSE AND TOYA NOTHING LMAO WHAT’S IT LIKE TO BE THE LEAST FAVOURITE GREAT-GRANDCHILD LOL

“Nadeshiko would talk to things that weren’t there, and try to reach an understanding with things that couldn’t talk” 91 EPISODES LATER AND MR. KINOMOTO FINALLY ACKNOWLEDGES MAGIC?? OKAY

AND HE KNEW BOTH SAKURA AND TOYA HAVE HAD MAGICAL PROBLEMS FOR 3 YEARS!!! MR. KINOMOTO WHAT KIND OF HANDS-OFF PARENTING

“I want me to tell me [about your pain] too” wow this is the CALL-OUT EPISODE

“The house they live in was once torn down and replaced with an amusement park” were the continuity errors of accepting the second movie... A PLOT POINT?!?!?!

DAMN U KAITO I REALLY WANTED THINGS TO BE OKAY FOR AKIHO

“But I’ve got a great poker face” “Yes you do. But Yue does not” JKHDKJGHKJSHGKJHDKJGHSDJGHKJH BY DIALOGUE ALONE IT’S LIKE WHENEVER ANYONE SEES YUE’S FACE TWITCH IT MEANS HE’S HAVING AN EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN

Yue: Evil magic looming overhead is bad for your wifi signal actually

“I will obtain these new cards. So I can use the relic I took from the association to activate that magic spell” Kaito really laying out his motivations out loud in a library. Insensible. Vague and probably misleading. 1/10 villainous monologue 

Sakura’s powers are WILD she can duplicate the strength of her magic 

“Power that’s too strong will bring unhappiness to its owner” SYAORAN :((

I feel like the only way this can end is Toya giving Sakura magical noogie so she doesn’t have to carry all of her powers like the reverse of what he did for Yue-kito 

THERE IS TOO LITTLE TIME LEFT IN THIS SHOW FOR ALL THE ANSWERS I NEED THERE’S ONLY 20 MINUTES AHHHH

THERE ARE 12 MINUTES LEFT AND STILL NO ANSWERS!!! WHAT HAPPENSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I GOT ABSOLUTELY NO ANSWERS OH MY GOD?!?!?!?!