#WHAT THE FUCK WAS BUDDY UP TO WHILE BANISHED

[captainsparklefingers]

If I had a nickel for every time a former cleric of Helio created a new god in the Aguefort Adventuring Academy gym, I'd have two nickels. Which is fuckin' wild.

[i-loved-silly]

WOLVERINE x READER x DEADPOOL — fuckup twinsies

dp&w spoilers!!

So I had a silly idea. Sorry if it’s out of character, I haven’t written for canon characters in a fat while but these two are stuck in my head. Enjoy :3

POV: you’re a dimension hopper : sent to the Void as a punishment for doing your thing. Damnit

Dust. Sand. Desert. That was all you knew ever since you were banished here. The place you were basically forced to call home—funnily enough, (actually it’s rather sad) you had forgotten what your real home was. A large, and I mean LARGE amount of timeline touching and dimension hopping does that to you.

By spending years of visiting dimensions and maybe messing a couple things up, you damaged your own timeline. Simply because you wanted to take Mr Captain America’s shield back to your home dimension. What can you say, a little artifact doesn’t hurt, right?

Except it did.

Now you’re stuck here, and honestly? It’s fine. You had nothing to return to anyway. At least you thought. TVA explained it that way, anyways. Everything was fine. You spent your years here surviving and avoiding Cassandra Nova by making your own little underground hobbit hole. How cute.

Everything was the same everyday—you hid out, occasionally left to find food and materials, came back to safety. Until one day you heard something while out scavenging—almost like distant yells? From above you??—You looked up and was shocked to see two figures falling out of the sky and barreling straight for you.

"OOMF --" You were thrown onto the sand on your back, you swore you felt a couple bones break...or something. All your belongings in your little ripped backpack went flying around you and the others stabbed into your back. Then there was the weight on top of you. A muscular , red, and talkative weight.

"Owww, oh fuck, that hurt. I hit bones. I just hit someon--oh." Deadpool groaned, snapping his elbows back into place to get a good look at you. He blinked. "Well lookey here, who the hell are you? Wait, did i kill them?" He gasped as he saw your pained scowl.

Wade frantically shook you by the shoulders. Getting hit by something from that high should have killed you. You coughed, ugh...your whole body hurt. You don’t remember if you gave yourself overpowered abilities before hopping into this dimension…or the last one. Was it during the time you went to the Loki-verse? Season one, episode five? Nah.

"Get off of them," Logan grunted, dusting himself off from his spot a few feet away. Hey, at least you weren’t hit by both of them. "See what you did, you fucking idiot? Get away from them."

"Woah, okay! First of all, it's not like I wanted to crash into someone like a wrecking ball, got it? I am not Miley. But look, they're fine!" He shook you by the shoulder again and you spat out a bit of blood.

"Guhh..." You groaned, rolling over. Yep, your bones were definetly crushed.

"We're not here to poke around, Wade. We're on a mission." Logan glanced at your beat up form wearily--oh well, if you weren't dead by now you'll be fine.

"Fine," Wade let go of you, letting your body flop back onto the sand with another "thud" on impact. "Oops, Im sooo sorry. I-..oh come on! Don't you have at least a little bit of a curious tickle? They can help us." He whined, gesturing to you and to Logan.

"They're a stranger, bub. Just...leave em there." He hesitated, then grunted and turned the other way.

You groaned in pain again--seems like they're your only lines--and sat up on your elbows. Your head was pounding and suddenly it was too bright outside. "W-wait..I’m fine..just let me.." You pressed your palm against your forehead.

Wade leaned down in front of you, placing his hands on his knees. "Oh, you're alive. Good. Why are you here, little buddy?"

You tried laughing nervously but a cough interrupted you. Right, there was sand in your lungs. "I uh...couple years ago I touched a timeline I shouldn't have. More like, a lot of timelines. Kinda-sorta fucked up."

Wade let out a loud gasp and placed his hands on the sides of his face, then made a giddy noise. "Eek! Fuck up twinsies! You heard that, Logan? We aren't the only dimensional fuck ups!" He was oddly enthusiastic, the scruffy guy in the distance wasn't so much.

Actually now that you think about it, he seemed a bit enraged. Just a bit. “Who the hell is we?���

"Who are you again?" You muttered, grunting as you worked on standing up. Wade extended a hand and you took it, before you could thank him—he quite literally yanked you up by the arm like a fucking ragdoll. You hit his chest and your eyes widdened.

"How the heck do you not know me? I mean you probably don’t know him, that sexy beast of a man is Logan, professionally Wolverine. Not a very good one though. Anyway, I'm Wade Wilson, but you can call me Wade. Or Deadpool. Or the Merc with a Mouth. Or the Chimichanga Bandit. Or—"

"Wade, shut the fuck up."

Wait.

“Wait, you’re Deadpool and Wolverine? Like the real ones?”

PART 2

[thisisnotthenerd]

god such good tactics from the bad kids in this fight.

quick level update: fig is a devotion paladin! joining the ranks with our most popular paladin subclass, among tuc ricky matsui, sunny biscotto, andhera, and viola. coincidentally she sits in the paladin chair (L1).

the bad kids have capped off at level 14; reference my last post on this for what they have here. they're going to this fight at like 3/4s of a tank; high level spells spent on healing and used in the last fight, hit die used, magic items spent.

ice feast prep: exhaustion and 1d12 damage, but cured of all poison and disease, immune to fire damage and stun, con saves with advantage, and hit point max increases by 2d10. incredible homebrew spell that complete fucks brennan in this fight. the immunity to fire lets them use the lava and environment to their advantage while making the enemies have to avoid the consequences of their own actions.

kristen getting k2 back? lovely story move. wanting a sister to share in your faith? brilliant. tactically, it gives them another full cleric who can move around the battlefield and heal while splitting attention. she has greater invisibility on and can just move around and get heals to people.

prepping fly on almost all of them means they avoid the difficult terrain and have mobility around the battlefield where they can get cover, remove line of sight, and calculate their ranges easily.

fabian killing ivy in one turn? exceptional. not just a good turn from lou but an example of what was to come from them. fabian has had one turn up in this combat and still fully removed the danger of ranger/fighter weapon attacks while drawing attention from the biggest threat.

riz casting slow with magical ambush? phenomenal. functionally took care of one of the big melee and one of the big spellcasters. mary ann did nothing, and ruben being slowed got rid of his counterspells. it made buddy waste a turn. also just fucking diving into the lava.

adaine with synaptic static? fantastic. really hitting the clump and making jace start damaged, when sorcerers are squishy to begin with. at level 20, and lets say a con modifier of +3, max he could get is 180, and realistically its closer to 120.

gorgug killing oisin in one turn and preventing him from going at all? fabulous. he's the one who could summon allies for the rat grinders--getting rid of him gets rid of that possibility.

kristen using the cover and then doing double rounds of healing from herself and k2? astounding. keeping out of sightlines for damage to hold bless. staying uncounterspellable.

fig with the enormous fireball? stupendous. sent ruben to hell, damaged mary ann, and really got all of the jaces, and broke buddy's banishment concentration

shout out to the melees: fig, fabian, and gorgug concentrated fire from porter as they took out the rat grinders. even though they all went down, they have reliable healers to get them off the ground. no holds barred. they took out the three rat grinders that are now dead.

none of them had rage tokens and they didn't get turned against their allies. they've spent this fight fully just dunking on the rat grinders, jace, and porter.

for the rat grinders: they've taken out ivy, oisin, and ruben--ivy with big ranged damage, oisin and ruben with 9th level spells and counterspells. they've bloodied all of the jaces and broken his big damage concentrations, broken buddy's concentration on banishment and damaged him, kept mary ann out of the fight pretty much until now, mostly avoided kipperlilly's sneak attacks, and riz is prepping to hit her with a spell on her turn. porter has taken some damage, but has been forced to use legendary resistances and can't get them to take him seriously.

realistically the difference between them comes from tactics. the rat grinders are being piloted by one guy who has to manage a lot of factors in this fight. they are not a team of adventurers who have read the book front to back and used it to prime advantage. they have not actually faced the monsters they farmed for xp. they likely don't have the types of magic items or feats that the bad kids have earned through their adventuring. their buffs have been knocked off one by one as the bad kids wreck house.

from a watsonian perspective they're not using basic party strategy: not protecting their wizard, not moving their melees to give the rogue sneak attack, clumping up and getting AOEed thrice to great effect, expending their big resources at the top of the fight, not using cover or other tactical advantages, giving themselves difficult terrain and having to deal with hazards the bad kids don't have, not coordinating their counterspells and other debuffs, not protecting their cleric or encouraging him to heal, and working on a ritual that they don't have all the tools for.

they're statted like power-leveled pcs, not npcs, and what do npcs have? magic items, unique abilities, and hit points. jace and porter have homebrew shit going on. the rat grinders are 20th level with the hit points of maybe 10th level characters. ivy only took 78 points of damage before going down. 2 attacks from fabian plus incidentals from fig's green flame blade. they all have glass cannon type builds except for maybe mary ann, and we haven't seen her go to work yet.

incredibly excited for the finale next week. sidenote the outfits are so fun. i might be late next week because i have a concert to go to, but still. i'll be back with xp counts and some reflection on what the rat grinders have actually done.

[smusherina]

yard work - chapter 13 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

warning(s): derogatory slurs! several of them!

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / chapter 8 / chapter 9 / chapter 10 / chapter 11 / chapter 12 / chapter 14

It was Friday. The last day of school, the night of the talent show, and just a few days before Christmas. They'd be passing out the candy cane-grams. There'd be some assembly, probably.

Your leg jittered restlessly while you tried to focus on your bio paper. What kind of sadistic fuck assigned an essay on the last day before break? The biology teacher, apparently. He had a superiority complex, you were sure. Allergic to happiness.

Your mind kept drifting back to the photo album. Surely, Regina had it. You'd put it in her locker on Wednesday, so she'd have found it first thing Thursday morning. You hadn't dared to take a peek in her locker, afraid Gretchen would sniff you out again.

Something had clearly gone down between them. Gretchen didn't sit with them at lunch, instead opting for her boyfriend's clique. She didn't seem to fit in too well and Jason didn't seem too pleased to have her there. Karen and Regina sat by themselves, conversing casually.

Cady had been banished somewhere. You'd heard talk Aaron had dumped her. You knew Janis and Damien weren't talking to her after she turned her back on them. Since the whole Kälteen bar shebang and the subsequent smear campaign Regina had doled out, she hadn't been exactly welcome at any table. From what you understood, Gretchen and Cady were on speaking terms, but Karen and Gretchen weren't, but Cady and Karen were. It was all terribly confusing.

You had a table for yourself. Some of your old friends crowded the ones nearby, quite pointedly not sitting with you. You were no longer cool, it seemed. Easier to focus on your paper, you told yourself. The cafeteria was serving chilli today. The slop was slightly too watery and the meat was a mystery, but it'd do. You'd run out of food at home. You'd wanted a goddamn Christmas dinner and a good slab of ham got pricy. Couldn't rely on Mrs George for a feast this time around.

"Hey," Someone called near you. You looked up, surprised somebody was talking to you. A boy, more specifically a jock judging by the varsity jacket. "You good?"

"What?" Your brows furrowed. "Yeah?"

He smiled smarmily. "Cool."

And he walked away. You kept looking as he went, staring after his back. His buddies were looking your way, the same kinds of grins on their faces. That was odd. Didn't bode well.

It didn't take long for you to find out why. The period following lunch was when Damien would be visiting classrooms as Santa Claus, handing out candy canes.

He walked right up to you with a grin hidden under the fake Santa beard, wiggling his eyebrows all the while.

"The whole bag..." He drawled. "Impressive."

Confused, you peered into the sack. A couple dozen candy canes filled it, apparently all for you. You picked one out, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach as well as the snickering of the boys in the back rows.

Dyke. The message was just one word. It was clearly assigned to you, your whole name displayed proudly. Your body went numb, hands holding the candy limply. There was no signature to show who they were from. People were staring at you. Damien had lingered awhile to see what'd been written to you. The grin behind his beard had turned into a shocked scowl.

"What... What do they say?" Cady, of all people, the nerve of her, asked. She was seated a few rows from you.

"Alright, Mr Leigh, thanks for-" Ms Norbury tried to intervene.

"Dyke." You read out loud. Then you pulled out another. "Lesbo." And another. "Carpet muncher." The boys had trouble holding in their laughs. Another. "Queer." There were others you didn't deign to read out loud. Freak. Pervert. Degenerate. Homo.

If not for a few people finding all this amusing, it would've been dead silent in the classroom.

"These were supposed to be checked before handing out." Ms Norbury strode up to you and promptly confiscated the candies. Her face was set, expression severe, as she regarded Damien sternly.

"I- that wasn't my job. I don't know how, how they would've..." You watched Damien try to put it together.

"Well, is it really offensive if it's true?" Dylan, if you remembered correctly, piped up. He was a sporty guy, decently popular but nothing special. Now, though, he might as well have been an A-lister with how utterly low you'd plummeted.

Murmurs spread out around you. Damien and Ms Norbury retreated to a corner of the classroom to figure out how in the hell this had happened. People were looking at you. Your skin was crawling. It couldn't be Janis who told. She was in the same boat as you and she didn't have the power to do something like this. To make the committee ignore hateful messages meant some strings had been pulled. The only other person that knew, that could realistically do this, was Regina.

You bit your lip, closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Okay. You got the message. The album had been too much. This was a sign to stay away, to forget all the sentimentalities you'd had.

"Hey, calm down now, we'll figure this out- hey!" You didn't pause to listen to Ms Norbury when you booked it out of the stifling classroom. You couldn't bear to be there any longer.

You hid in the bathroom. Both hands held against your mouth so you wouldn't make a noise, you cried long and hard. Your breathing was choppy and laboured, and in no time at all your nose was blocked off entirely. Your eyes stung and your vision blurred.

The bell rang and pretty soon people came into the bathroom. You refused to get out, pretending to take the longest shit ever. It didn't take very long for the people coming in to discuss what had gone down in one of the junior calc classes.

It spread like wildfire. You were pretty sure the boys had nicked some of the candy canes from Ms Norbury since you could hear people reading the notes out loud, the rustling of the plastic covering.

"Who even is that?"

"Who cares? A total freak is what she is. Oh my gosh, Steph, do you think..."

"What?"

"Do you think she used the girls' bathroom? She's probably spread her diseases all over the seats! We're all gonna have gonorrhoea!"

You wanted to sink into the ground and never see daylight again. By the time the bell rang again, signalling the start of the next period, the rumours had inflated and grown disproportionately in severity.

Apparently, you were riddled with sexually transmitted diseases, preyed on freshmen and sold them hard drugs, behaved creepily in locker rooms, and had had a stint with Cady Heron while she was still with Aaron Samuels. You guessed that last one had to do with the time you'd dragged her into the janitor's closet to yell at her about the Kälteen bars.

In short, you were fucked. Your life was fucked. You'd hoped, so hoped, that even if you wouldn't get everything you wanted, you'd get some. You wouldn't get a high school girlfriend, wouldn't have slumber parties, wouldn't be normal. You wouldn't be Regina's friend. Fine. At least you could've had a quiet life, gone to community college and worked at the shop, had some buddies, and maybe lost your virginity one day. Not even that now. Not even a little bit of that. Your future in this town was just no longer there. You had nothing. You were nothing.

You skulked out of the bathroom once you were sure there'd be nobody in the halls. You got into your car and drove home. Just as you'd slumped down onto the couch, the house phone rang. Groaning, you went to answer. If it was your dad, missing it would mean there'd be hell to pay.

"Hello?" Your voice was croaky. It hurt to talk.

"Hi, sweetie! You don't sound too good." Mrs George's chirp greeted you. "I assume you had to leave school 'cause of that. I just happened to see you drive by. Rick got called to work last minute and Kylie's got tutoring till late. Come keep me company?"

"I'm not feeling too well, I'm sorry..." You said, holding the phone to your ear while your other arm wrapped around your body. You tried to breathe deep and not burst out crying, again. Your eyes felt swollen shut.

"Oh, I'll come by with some soup, then," She sounded so genuinely concerned.

You bit your lip. Tummy rumbling in its emptiness, you decided now would be as good of a time as any to bite the bullet.

"Actually, uh, if it's not too much to ask, and um- I-" You took in a shuddering breath. "You don't have to say yes, it's totally okay and I'm sorry if this is, like, too much-"

"Sweetpea, just ask." She chuckled.

"I don't have any food. Or, like, I have ingredients for Christmas 'cause I wanted to make dinner for myself, but I guess I forgot I have to eat before then too?" You tried to laugh, but the sound was strained. "Um, could you take me to the soup kitchen downtown?"

You could've driven yourself. You could've, in that you were capable of driving yourself, but with how your vision was impaired, how your body ached with loneliness, and how you weren't sure you wouldn't just impulsively drive into oncoming traffic, you doubted you would've survived the trip.

"No." She said bluntly. You flinched, feeling the refusal like a knife to the gut. "No, absolutely not. We are going grocery shopping and getting you food to last the rest of the damn year. I'm picking you up."

"Mrs George, I don't have money-"

"You shouldn't be spending your hard-earned money like that. Doesn't your dad send you enough to cover utilities?"

"He sends me grocery money. I gotta pay for gas and stuff on my own."

Mrs George's resounding silence spoke volumes of her opinion on that. "I'm coming to get you. I'm buying you groceries and then we're gonna meal prep. Okay?"

"Okay."

When Mrs George saw you, her determined attitude shifted to that of maternal worry. You fought hard not to break down, though all you really wanted to do was curl into her and cry your little heart out.

She drove you to Whole Foods, a place way out of your budget. But she insisted, so there was little you could do. She took you from aisle to aisle, prattling on and on, chatting about this and that. You listened mostly silently, humming here and there.

She picked out a lot of canned stuff, like beans and tomato purée. All that stuff was made to last forever, so you wouldn't always have to buy fresh ingredients. She bought all your favourite snacks, which she somehow remembered. When you commented on that, she just pointed at her temple with a knowing grin. Mothers never forget, she'd said.

Once you were all done, the cart was quite literally overflowing. The total nearly made your stomach drop out of your ass. Mrs Geoge simply flashed her black card and, without even a wince, paid the price. The receipt was, like, three feet long.

Carrying it all to her car was a daunting task, but a worker did come to help you. A young man, probably home from college, was all too eager to carry the bags for Mrs George.

The way he was blushing all the way up to his ears, the way she was amused by him but not receptive, made you think about what Regina had said months ago. You'd been on your way to her nail appointment and she'd gone on a tangent about how women died at menopause.

Mrs George was thriving. She was above it all. Her worth, or mortality, wasn't determined by the men around her. She'd been cheated on, continuously neglected by her husband, and put down by her teenage daughter, and still, she was beautiful. She existed independently.

In short, you were right and Regina was wrong. You saw things how they really were. She saw things tilted to the left, through a warped lens. The confirming of this brought you no comfort, she'd already ruined you and there was no redeeming herself after this, at least not for you.

"Phew, what a trip, right?" She nudged you with her elbow as she buckled her seatbelt.

You nodded along, voice still weak. You buckled in as well.

"I'll pick you up for the talent show." She said as she turned away from the parking lot. "Oooh, we should have a night in. Order some pizzas and slob around the couch. How's that sound?"

"I don't think I should go to the talent show."

"Oh, why's that?"

"Just... Something happened at school. I don't wanna go."

Mrs George frowned and glanced at you. "Honey, you know you can tell me anything. I still think you should come."

"Everybody hates me." You faced the window and crossed your arms. Very mature.

"I'm sure that's not true." She sighed. "I'm not supposed to tell you, but Regina's got something prepared for you. I think you should go see her at least."

Your face twisted in anger. "Something prepared for me- like she prepared something for me today? I don't fucking think so."

"Language." She said and you grumbled. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing. It's nothing." You rubbed your hands down your jeans. "It's not gonna be good. She's gonna humiliate me."

"It's supposed to be a surprise, but I can guarantee that she's not going to humiliate you."

"What do you know?" You turned to her with narrowed eyes.

"I've been hearing her practice, is all." She responded, tone much too light.

You studied her face carefully. "Fine."

She smiled, seemingly relieved. Then, as if to cut the tension in the car, said:

"Oh, and by the way, I'm filing for divorce." With a giddy smile on her face, she blurted it out. You just stared for a while, almost suffering whiplash from the sudden change in topic.

"Uh... Finally." You laughed a little as you said that.

"Yeah!" She laughed with you. "It's been a long time coming. I just needed to sort some things out. Emotionally and financially. I had to get rid of some investments so I wouldn't have to pay alimony."

Your jaw dropped. The Georges were, like, filthy rich. Rich beyond reason, excess income to a ridiculous degree. You'd always assumed it was Mr George's money. How archaic of you.

"I... I kinda wished you'd done it sooner." You looked forward again. She was driving carefully since the snow made the roads prone to ice.

"Me too. The girls... They... I thought that having two parents would be the most stable, safe environment for them. I was wrong."

"Yeah." You swallowed. "Um. Since we're, like, just saying things. I'm, by the way, gay. Like, a lesbian."

"That's wonderful, honey!"

"Yeah." You couldn't say you agreed.

"Should we go get you a haircut?"

"I don't need to look any more butch than I do."

"I don't know, I think you'd look dashing." She feigned light-hearted. "Regina might like it."

"Mrs George!"

Notes: More drama! Yay! Do y'all think Regina did it?

Taglist posted separately. Please comment on the taglist post to be added on there :)

[stone-stars]

Transcript:

Zirk: But I know this much, Mom, I-- I'm gonna make it. I'm gonna make it real. I've got a couple leads, I've got more knowledge than I've ever had, I learned a lot while I was away. I think I know how to make the All-Cure Elixir. It's gonna take a lot of work, like you said, and… I don't know if I can do it on my own, but I also don't know if I can trust you to help me. Caldwell: Um, while I'm working on this, I think that the way that this kind of-- the way that this looks visually is I'm… basically crafting like a metal music cylinder. [Murph: Mm!] 'Cause I feel like one of the things that this needs in addition to like, the complex spell work to cure wounds but also hold a body in stasis, kind of using some of Fia's time magic, is some sort of like… beacon. And I think that, as opposed to like the single chime of a bell, it needs almost like-- a song. And as I'm like tinkering with this I turn to Hank and I say-- Zirk: Hank, that song you sang about Ill Luck Henry. That-- that was like a sea shanty, right? Henry: Yeah, yeah that's right. Zirk: Do you know any other sea shanties? I just need something that could maybe… help a soul find its way back. Caldwell: Zirk reaches into his pocket. And he pulls out a golden cylinder with little notches on it. And around that cylinder is wrapped a scroll with the instructions on it for how to replicate the Revivify spell. He presses it into Henry's hands, and then puts Fia's hands on top of that. Henry: Hey. You're the doctor, buddy. What are ya-- What are we gonna do with this? This-- Fia: Mister Zirk-- Zirk: Sometimes-- Fia: Mister Zirk we can handle her. We really can. Zirk: Sometimes you think that you're the ending of the equation, but in reality you're just the messenger. You're just there to get it to the right hands. It's been an honor being a Third Mate. Murph: So, Fia, Zirk gave you the stuff for Revivify. This is a near impossible task, the spell has not been cast in forever, normally this would be a DC 30, the DC for something that's near impossible, but since Zirk took it down 5 levels from level 9 to level 4, we'll take 5 off of it and make it a DC 25 arcana check. Emily: I got a fucking 27 right off the fucking bat. [Everyone laughs in relief.] Emily: Oh I didn't even [rolls] technically a 28. Murph: A 28. Caldwell: Oh, yeah. [Sighs in relief] Okay. Okay. Murph: Um, you see Fia goes over, reads-- reads the um, spell that Zirk has put together. Um, and for the first time since Old Zelbuldar was banished, a Revivify spell is cast. Um, you guys see Zirk on the ground, whose body has frozen… Zirk as you died, you felt like-- as if you had like hypothermia. You felt like, a warmth, and you just went to sleep, and then all of a sudden [gasps] you come back. [Zirk coughs. He continues gasping and coughing as Fia talks.] Emily: You wake up to me crying just being like-- Fia, distraught: It should've been you casting this spell. Why is it me? It should've been you, you did all this fucking work, for what? Me to waltz in and fucking do it? Henry: It works! Hey, it works! Fia: It should have been fucking you! It should have been fucking you! Henry: Hey-- Open you-- Open your eyes, Fia. Fia: What? Henry: It-- you did it Zirk. The All-Cure. [Fia breathes heavily, relieved.] Zirk, weakly: They should call you… Doctor Fia. [Henry and Fia laugh.] Fia: I am not accredited. [Caldwell and Murph laugh.]

[artofhazbinhotel]

heyyy you can do a guitarspear short in the garden of eden (where maybe, if you want, Lute will be a curious angel about the new creation/Adam lol)

Here we go! Hopefully it was worth the wait, I had a lot of fun writing this :)

Alone sat a man, alone for the second time, while his wife had been condemned for her sins he wasn't, she was banished and he wasn't. He wouldn't be alone if his kids were awake but the late night silence was better than their cries about where their mother went. He blamed Lucifer for what happened to Eve, not her, she was just listening to a man and that's what she had been taught, if only Lilith learned that, maybe she wouldn't have chosen Lucifer over him, she was too difficult for him. He likes to think he's the one who wanted that to end, not her. The lake he sat by in the grass reflected the moon and he cupped some of the water to his mouth to drink, drinking away your sorrows hadn't been invented yet but he'd try.

He was interrupted by the sight of an angel slowly flying down to him, he wanted to be annoyed but she was kind of hot in his opinion. Long light silver hair, golden eyes with thick lashes, a flowy dress of black and white patterns and matching black and white wings large enough to support her. She landed in front of him and took a seat next to him in the grass, quiet for a minute, like she was thinking of what to say. "I'm sorry about what happened to Eve" she finally said. He sighed, "Geez does all of heaven know? I must look like some fucking loser." She tilted her head "What does fucking mean?"

Adam snickered running a hand through his hair "Oh right, I made it up, it's like something you add before a word to make it sound cooler, what do you think?" He looked at her for approval, he'd always assumed angels would be bigger until he saw Lucifer and now her, she's tiny. The angel thought about it before offering an awkward snicker in return "I like it, maybe I'll use it" He offered a high-five with an enthusiastic: "Hell yeah!" But she wasn't sure what to do so he took her hand and make it tap his for her then let go, it fell back at her side. "So what's your name?"

"I don't have a name" Adam's eyes widened in offense for her "That's lame, what about I give you one?" She smiled and nodded. Adam took her in again, what words come to mind? The animal names were made up, she should get something that doesn't exist yet. "Lulu.. no that's dumb. Light. Already exist." He tapped his head before snapping his fingers, "Lute!" Her eyes lit up, to have the person she's been watching from afar give her this gift was a warm feeling. "I like it"

"Well, it's nice to meet you Lute" "Nice to meet you too, Adam, I always wanted to but it didn't feel like the right time." He tilts his head, "What do you mean?" Lute sighed "As an angel the only way I can access this world is if a soul needs me, I jumped at the chance" "I guess that makes sense, but does that mean you can't visit unless I'm sad?"

Lute paused before answering, "I can sneak out" The human was kind of impressed, "Risky, I like it" Before their chat can continue a small pair of hands tapped Adam's shoulder lightly but several times. He looked down to see Abel, not very old yet. "Hey buddy, what you doing up?" Abel sat beside his father and pointed to Lute "Who's the pretty lady daddy? Is she our new mommy?" Lute blushed embarrassed and shook her head "No no, I'm just an angel-"

Abel stumbled over and snuggled up to her wing "You're like a birdy" Adam picked up his son "Hey you can't go getting all handsy with the ladies unless they're into it" Abel nodded and Lute stood. "I'm sorry to cut this short but I really should be heading back, I have a lot of responsibility up there" Adam looked at Abel and joked "See? Look what you did" Abel just immediately started crying"Wait fuck- I was joking!" He bounced him panicking, Eve was so much better at this parenting thing than he was.

Lute didn't judge, she'd have no idea what to do with a tiny human either. She waved goodbye and so did Adam. Her wings spread and she went back up, he was looking forward to seeing her again, it was the first time he'd felt happy in a while. Okay back to the crying baby, he just kept shaking up and down like a protein drink "Hush little baby don't say a word-" awkward singing ensues.

The two continued their meetings until eventually Adam's death came, Lute watched from behind the gates to welcome him as he was let him in. She took in his new appearance, golden wings and a considerable height boost. "I can show you around" She suggested but he was just excited to see her and lifted her with ease, crushing her against his chest. "Lute! This is great, now we can hang out all we want!" The other angel blushed being so close and tried to shove away, wings flapping rapidly. "Yeah- great- you can put me down now."

Adam nods and sits her down "Oops sorry" He laughed as she fixed her hair. Their conversation was interrupted again by something mirroring their first, it was Abel. "You look so majestic father! I missed you" Adam ran over and ruffled his brown hair, it matched his own. "Not too bad yourself, look at those wings!" Lute watched them with a small smile, it was sweet to see the reunion Abel always talked about, she never filled the mother role in his life, but she did let him ask about his father, she'd never complain to talk about him.

[vixien11]

My thoughts on the new Helluva Boss episode [Spoilers!!] (doing a big ol' post for this one)

Okay here's some early take aways n ideas (I might fuck up some lore so please correct me if I do) The Song (When I See Him) I don't have too many notes, but I do like the purposeful play on words as they are switching between Blitzo and Stolas

it's funny as hell, but the facial expressions were definitely more telling then some of their words. Eye twitches, very furrowed eyebrows, wrinkles, yada yada. Overall I think this song covered all the foreshadowing and looming senses of dread we TOOOOOTALLY NEEDED.... MHM... Definitely needed more emotions about these fuckers. The Cherubs OMG the Cherubs are spiraling. Stealing and lying. It's very clear they are getting Collin to go along with it by convincing him that they "saved a soul".

I believe that Collin will eventually break off from the other cherubs. They may kick him out, or he may leave through his own volition, but he is far more of a good person then Keenie, who is snappy and impulsive, and Cletus, who is manipulative and hypocritical. Collin's main character flaws is that he is meek and quite. Those aren't exactly sins. He is a little cynical too, but so are most angels, especially when it comes to demons.

The Portal

Okay, I need to talk about this. ahem... HOW THE FUCK!?

"Wawawaaa fictional universe bububuuu... Humans have been trying to do this stuff in so many stories bluh bluhhh..." I DON'T CARE. This is power that has to be granted to lower power demons from demon royalty and deadly sins. Like- think about that! I guess government funding helps a lot, but I think the sins are NOT going to be happy about this.

Y'know who else won't be happy about the portal? Heaven. I mean, the idea of humans going to hell and tampering around while still being mortal must be fucking scary for angels. Do you remember what happened last time a living human was in hell?

YEAH. I'm bringing hazbin into this. No one BUT the humans and three banished cherubs are happy about this. Suffice to say, I think the portal will become a lot more important later on. So, duly FUCKING noted. I will be covering my thoughts on the argument at the end of the episode in a separate post, but here's some little notes I had.

1 - I love how Fizz is like "Look at my buddy! He's boutta have sex! I'm heeeelping!! And he's gonna do great. I'm so proud!!"

2 - This armor is cool. Like I want to say something more intuitive, but how am I supposed to analyze it super well? It badass armor based on I.M.P. What do you want from me? Reference scrutinization? Grow up.

3 - LOONA IS LOOKING OUT FOR HER DAD ON HIS DATE NIGHT BC SHE WANTS IT TO GO WELL!!!!

(Bonus shot of human Loona)

[meowmeowriley]

Hi MeowMeow Costume anon here sorry it’s taken a couple days for me to reply life got busy finding one’s honour is harder then I thought!

You want my autistic head canons for Zuko? Strap in for some unhinged rambling because I have ✨thoughts✨ this will be long

(CW: implied child abuse (Fuck Ozai))

Zuko likes music (Iroh mentiones he’s talented with the Tsungi horn) and his swords I also think he would have picked up dancing at some point with how he moved during dance of the dragons.

When he’s around people he trusts he emotes more with his face and masks less in general and I’d say if he felt safe enough he’d do more overt (for him) stimms like humming, minor rocking or tugging on his hair Iroh would be one of his safe people and eventually the gaang would be too

*I don’t think he’d have very obvious stimms in general being raised royal he’d be expected to act a certain way and hand flaps are not it. Also flaming 💩lord Ozai would have seen any aberrations as weakness and stamped that shit out fast

*I honestly think it could be one of the reasons the flaming 💩lord despises Zuko being inherently different would be a weakness in his eyes and reflect badly on him

I think he and May get along well because they’re both autistic and are a safe space for each other. she has trouble processing her emotions he has trouble controlling his they make good emotional counter balances

He cares so much about the people and animals around him even his enemies a strong sense of justice is a common sign of autism and speaking out of turn was the initial reason for his banishment.

He’s so socially awkward he doesn’t know how to talk with people instead of at them his entire pep talk to himself and subsequent introduction to the gaang when he tries to join them is peak “how do you do fellow kids” and his “that’s rough buddy” is as iconic as it is socially inept.

The guy totally hyper fixated on hunting the Avatar and when he could no longer find his purpose in it and realised he was wrong he did not cope

He has no tackt. none. and he takes things at face value and he hates lying his humour is also a little left leaning and he tries to relate to others and their experiences as a way of bonding.

While he’s not a prodigy fire bender like his sister he found ways around his limitations that helped accentuate his natural talents like his sword fighting (dancing would help with sword work) being incorporated into his bending (I don’t remember any other character bending with weapons).

He’d know a lot about tea from Iroh and I think he enjoyed working in the tea shop

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk!

I hope these make sense it’s kinda late now but this was fun to write thanks for reading my insane rambles :D

Also in response to the (non gendered) Prince! line you gave me so much surprise gender euphoria I cried 😭🫠🥹 sincerely thank you. I’m going with he/him pronouns atm but he/they is something I want to look into.

if you don’t mind me asking what are your pronouns?

I’ll probably send another ask in the next couple of days to annoy you with lol but in the meantime have a great day!

Sorry I took so long to get back to this, but damn I needed it today so I guess it's good I kept this in reserve. ❤

Holy shit, I can't unsee Zuko as autistic now. Like it's impossible. He's so perfectly coded to be on the spectrum. He's generally monotone, until he's not, and that's always when he's dealing with big emotions. He'd be a lip biter for sure.

Zuko doing dance as a stim 😍 the first time the Gaang sees him dancing when he thinks he's alone, they'd be so supportive, and have no idea what that would mean to him.

Fire lord Zuko infodumping about tea to some random person who tried to ask if he'd like them to make him some, as he heats the tea himself with his bending, and damn if that isn't the best tea that servant has ever had in their life.

Until next time my non gendered Prince Zuko! (Which will be in like, a few minutes, when I get to your other ask. Again sorry for the wait 😭 I'm bad at this)

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Slouching Towards Bethlehem

Author: norahastuff

Artist: Logan

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Length: 27000

Warnings: undefined

Tags: Canon compliant (more or less) Takes place during season 4 and 5 Grace Healing Dreamwalking Late night conversations A whole lot of beach talk

Posting Date: October 6, 2023

Summary: It's the end of the world, and neither Dean nor Castiel is feeling particularly fine. But while the world is still spinning, they have to find a way to keep living in it. The Apocalypse may not seem like the best time to forge a bond, but if some small measure of happiness can be found amidst all the pain and uncertainty that surrounds them, that can only be a good thing. And maybe sometimes good things do happen.

Excerpt: Dean seemed remarkably at ease, the relaxed lines of his body oddly distracting sprawled across the chair. “You sound like you disagree.” Castiel shrugged. “Sam knows you better than I do.” “In some ways. Come on, Cas, let’s not pretend. You get me.” His tone was light, but Castiel knew he was serious. He was aware he connected with Dean on a level that he couldn’t quite make sense of. Yes, Dean understood him, but he understood Dean too. While he’d been hesitant before to contradict Sam on his brother’s deepest desires, Dean had asked. Castiel met his gaze. “That life… It’s what you think you should want.” “Yeah,” Dean said, leaning back in his seat and folding his hands behind his head. “That’s where I landed with that whole thing too. Sam’s not wrong, if things were different, Lisa and I… maybe we could make it work. But they’re not. Even if we save the world, I’ll still be me. And I mean, I don’t actually know her all that well, anyway. We might end up hating each other if we try to give it a go for real.” Dean shrugged. “White picket fences sound good in theory, but really, I don’t think I’m the Mr. Suburbia type. Hawaii and Springsteen, though? That sounds like my kinda thing.” “I thought you didn’t like to fly?”  Dean waved a hand dismissively. “I’ll take a bucket of Valium. Or we can charter a yacht. I’ve always wanted to go on a yacht.” “Well, my most recent experience on a boat wasn’t particularly enjoyable.” Since he was exiled from Heaven, he hadn’t known where he was going to wind up when he’d activated the banishing sigil he’d carved into his chest. A shrimping boat off the coast of Delacroix wouldn’t have been his first guess. “Big difference between fishing trawlers and luxury yachts, buddy. Come on, me, you... maybe Sam. He’s not much of a beach guy, but we’ll give it a shot. Might have to max out a few credit cards to make it work, but fuck it, right?” Dean’s eyes sparkled from something more than the alcohol. There was a vibrancy, something unquantifiable Castiel couldn’t put a name to. He was so emphatically alive, and Castiel didn’t care anymore whether they won or lost. Everything he had done had been worth it. Every additional second that Dean’s light burned in this godforsaken universe made it worth it.  Dean had balked when Castiel had compared him to Helen of Troy. Had claimed no one would ever go to war over him. Castiel had almost laughed at the absurdity. Helen may have summoned a nation to arms, but Dean could bring this universe to his knees if he tried. Castiel was suddenly glad he’d never had any real power to speak of. He wasn’t sure how far he’d go in service of protecting Dean, of preserving his happiness if he had the ability. He’d burn it all down if he had to.

DCBB 2023 Posting Schedule

[theywantedplayer]

Prompt List

Thought I just make a prompt list to start this page off so you can guys can get some ideas I will be adding more throughout this and you can always send requests. I love doing them.

“Are you really this happy 24/7?”“Are you really this grumpy 24/7?” “No, no, please don’t look sad. I can’t handle that.” “You’re definitely the only person I would do this for.” “ i love you the way you are, okay? you don’t need to change. ” “stay quiet” “first one to make noises loses” “you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad” “you have no idea how much i want you “i’m going to fuck your so hard you’re going to forget that guys name” “don’t fucking touch what is not yours” “come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you” “would you like to go somewhere a little private” “i want you....here.... right now” “no panties?” "Don't yell at me in languages I don't understand!"  “Buy me cute underwear and I will let you see me wearing it." "If I buy you nothing, can I see you wearing that?"  “Please dont cry, im sorry” “Don’t tell me your fine your bleeding” “I wouldn’t do that to you” “everything about you amazes me” “I’ll never be good enough” “I love you know anybody else” “ you could punch me in the face, and I still want you not gonna lie” “Hey…..be safe” “ we’re in public!” “ you’re blushing” “am not” “ you’re not even listening” “stay” “ you can’t banish me this is my bedroom too!” “ you’re literally a man child” “ let me carry that” “ oh my God you’re taking up the whole bed” “ I’m hungry” “ I’m not moving” “ Hey calm down it’s OK” “ kiss me quick” “God, you’re freezing!”  “Here, take my jacket.” “get under the blankets, quick.”

“Come here, let me warm you up.” "I'm so cold."" my hands are freezing, just let me warm them on you for a second." "cuddle with me for a second. it'll heat the both of us up." "Please come to bed" “Are you wearing my hoodie?" "Did you really put a blanket over me while I was sleeping?" "so, how much longer do you plan on using me as your personal space heater?" “What are you doing here?” “Are you okay?” “I love you, you know that right?” “Did you miss me?” “Could you stay, please?” “You think that this is easy for me?” “Are we okay?” “It's okay, I got you” “I'm not leaving” “I've been in love with you for years!” “I don't hate you, not even a little bit” “Don't listen to them” “Because I know you” “I hope you know what you're doing” “You don't have to pretend you're fine:” “You deserved it”“I couldn't sleep” “I'm just so tired”"I never knew that about you. it's cute." " get behind me... " " Stay here. " " don't worry. everything's going to be alright... "  “please don’t cry”“Does it hurt?” “Oh stop pouting, I'm coming.” “Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.” “Can I get you anything?”   “'ll be back to check up on you later.”  "Open your mouth for me.”  “Please kiss me.” “Use your words.” “Tell me what you want.” “You can take it.” “I can take it.” “You take me so well.” “Spread your legs wider.” “Louder. Let me hear you.” “Keep your eyes on me.” “Touch yourself.” “Do you want my fingers?” “I can’t get enough of you.” "Wait, don't go, please.."  " oh, sweetie/buddy... What happened? Did someone say something to you? " " are... are these good tears? or bad tears? " " You never need to apologize to me. ever. and certainly not for crying... " " there you are! I was... hey... what's the matter? Have you been crying? " " you've got a little mascara stain... you wanna talk about it? " " Stop this. " “I can't pretend anymore” "It's alright, just breathe, okay?" “Can you look at me? Please?” “ I don't think I've ever seen you smile”

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resting your head gently on their shoulder

smiling at each other from across the room

looking for them in a crowd

Kissing their forehead before going to sleep

Remembering their dink/food orders 

complimenting them at random times 

them gently tilting your chin

hiding face in necks

them gently tilting your chin

hiding face in neck

spooning at night

laying their hand on the other’s neck

pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

nudging the other one

putting an arm around the other’s waist

hugging each other

massaging them

falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

carrying the other one in their arms

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

stroking the other’s arm soothingly

kissing the top of their head

pulling the other one towards them

grabbing onto their arm

stroking their leg

leaning into the other’s side

sitting close and knees touching

gripping thigh

holding the other’s jaw

[transsexual-terabyte]

🖊 + PLEAAASDE LET ME LNOW ABOUT XAVIER 🫶🫶 ANS MAYBE ALSO THE OLD MAN WHO TAKES HIM IN

YAYYYY HII HIIIIII soooo xavier twirls hair um

so. xavier my buddy xavier......... even b4 he was banished 2 earth he was always really fascinated by the concept of humanity (though all he really knew about them was that they existed, they were mortal, and they were strictly prohibited from learning about) (rule in place because angels are considered holy to humans and so learning about something that considers you divine is considered 'dangerous') (but higher up and more powerful angels can contact and even pass through into earth via mirror shards in certain special cases) (xavier absolutely does not fit into this catergory) and in the end the drive to learn more about humanity is what drove him to seek out the mirror shards and be banished for it (initially he managed to steal four shards but he only managed to successfully conceal and hold on to one of them after being caught and falling) .

and because only a specific few higher up and holy angels were ever allowed to go near the mirror shards at all, no one had any idea that lesser angels could use shards to open communications between dimensions, which is how shard comes into the picture (shard managed to pull off stealing mirror shards years in the past but never got caught) (they're afraid of humans so they dont really know why they did it) (shard is not their actual name but it's what xavier calls them), coz suddenly the mirror shards they stole are displaying an image unprompted and its of xavier being banished and subsequently falling to earth and well he's not in great shape (angels arent able to feel pain, but they have to abide to the life rules of wherever they inhabit. mortality, pain, illness, etc, are all rules of earth that angels do not typically experience)

and anyway shard wakes him up and he freaks out for a bit because um. he just got banished from his fucking home !??? to an entirely different dimension ??? with no way of getting back ??!? but shard's reading the news of what just happened to xavier and it brings up that he was always too interested in humanity so they have a !!!! moment and bring up the fact that... well. you like humans right ? you always wanted to learn about them ? i know this is... horrible, but.. maybe you can learn about humans there ? since earth is. where theyre from. and well xavier doesnt really have anything else going for him so he grounds himself to the idea of. well if im trapped here i can learn all about humans and since i have a connection back home... maybe we can spread news about humanity ??? teach people ??? and shard absolutely does not want to do that but agrees that since they have a connection and its the Only One like this, xavier can teach them all about humans. (even if theyre slightly very terrified). and so tjats how they get started.

um but the whole there only being one exit and no entrance back home really Does mean theres One Exit so all angels fall in relatively the same area (which happens to be a graveyard) so one of the locals to the area takes it upon himself to help any freshly fallen angels back on their feet again and accustomed to the new environment. and while xaviers standing there trying to come to terms w everything they notice him and approach him and offer to help heal up that broken arm of his and grab him a warm meal and a place to sleep. and xavier agrees, so he comes to live with this old man and his dog for a while, learn all about humans firsthand, make a friend, learn how to live here. (shard is not a fan of this. theyre mildly terrified about the entire prospect but well. its xavier's banishment, it's his choice if he wants to live with some strange human and his dog). . jts technically dangerous for humans to have prolonged exposure to angels for a number of reasons but the old man has been doing this for decades now, and angels arent unheard of on earth anymore, so there are lots of things to keep them both safe.

most importantly in regards to the old man though is that he loves fishing and takes xavier along with him and xavier quickly developed a love for fish. hes fascinated by them. loves watching them swim. loves studying them. and eventually when xavier decides ro explore further and further out into the world, he gives him a fishing rod and some bait so that he can go out and do what he loves (and hes always welcome back to the house if he ever wants to)

ummmm...m thinking thinking but i thuink thats a lot alreadg. scrolling up. oops.

[kennyomegasweave]

Some random Only Friends thoughts about the characters and the relationships so far because this show is kicking my ass. I’m OBSESSED.

Boston. He's just so pathetic. He's been turned down THREE TIMES now for repeat dick and still he persists. Girl stand up. But I have so many questions for him. Why is he like this? Why does he have beef with Mew? Why does he clearly find Ray's massive unrequited crush on Mew funny from his own glass house? Why does he even want Top again so badly? He was turned down before the show, so it can’t just be because of Mew. Is it because Top was the one to top? Because in every sex scene he’s had so far he’s a shitty rough top, but we all know he’s gonna be bouncing on Top’s dick in that car next week. The only time I feel he was sincere was when he said he’s cool with hanging out with Nick outside of sex, but I can’t decide if it’s because he actually likes Nick’s company or if he just likes keeping around his toy that’s hella into him.

Boston continually having sex with Nick and calling him one of his favorites is such an asshole thing. It's giving Ritsu banging Masumi all over the apartment while saying I love you, then saying "oh we were never dating, if that's an issue, we don't have to do this anymore." Just an asshole move. Though at least he let Nick know they’re not dating, but it's not a good thing to keep fucking someone when you know they have feelings for you and you do not have them. Time will tell if Boston will regret his actions in regards to Nick or not.

Nick. Right now, he’s just a poor little meow meow, but I honestly don’t know what he was expecting. Boston is a notorious slut. He also hasn’t lied to him about where they stand. The closest he got to lying is saying Nick is one of his favorites, but I’m not sure that’s actually a lie. Nick is obviously one of Boston’s favorite toys right now because he keeps going back, but I don't think Nick understands that being Boston's current favorite doesn't mean much. Nick really screwed himself choosing anything when Boston gave him the option of fuck buddies or friends with benefits when he clearly doesn’t want either. I’m intrigued to see where living with Sand is gonna go.

Mew. Mew’s going to regret the game he’s playing with Top when he catches real feelings. I think Mew thinks he’s a master manipulator. He acknowledges Top may only be with him because he wants to bang a virgin and says he’s wondering how long he can make Top stay without giving it up, but if the confessionals are to be believed as true, he clearly thinks he’s changing Top. And, in his defense, he might be kinda? Top isn’t getting along with the majority of his friends but Ray’s not going to like anyone Mew dates because it’s not him and Boston really isn’t a friend, let’s be real. Cheum and Mew really seem to be the only friends there and Top and her are getting along swimmingly. I loved him asking Top when he was gonna go home after making him put his new table together and then banishing him to the couch. That’s right. Make him work for it. And, if Boston wasn’t the shittiest friend, Top might not have cheated on him so I can’t even say making him wait was a bad game to play. 

Top. I still can’t read this man. Outside of my pettiness at him wearing tucked in polo shirts and dress pants & shoes while he’s a 22 year old man in college, there’s really not anything to be mad at him for so far. The public ‘be my boyfriend’ was shitty, but Mew let him know that, checked him, and humbled him. I'm not going to say he cheated in that shower cause he really didn't look all that willing. He didn’t touch Boston back once, he literally rolled his eyes, and flat out told him no. I’ve seen a shower scene in another show get called sexual assault when the other dude gave more of a positive reaction than Top did. So it’s interesting how that’s not being discussed. Obviously he has sex with Boston next week, but as of now, he’s turned Boston down THREE TIMES and yet Boston won’t leave him alone. It’s sad. I don’t know for sure if his tragic backstory is true, but I can’t see why he’d lie. It didn’t even get him in Mew’s bed. Plus in the trailer we saw him taking hella pills while sad and sleeping pills can be used in attempts, so I mean…

Ray. He definitely has a drinking problem and his friends all know. He was drinking from a flask in the morning and all Mew did was say “a flask again?” Plus him saying it’s just a little bit to start the day. Oh baby boy no. He has a sad backstory with his dead mom and I feel for him. He stalked Sand all day because he’s clearly interested, but I don’t think he really even knows it yet because he’s still so hung up on Mew. He really said the heart and dick are two separate things and, while that’s such a fuckboy thing to say, it's true for him because right now his heart wants Mew and his dick wants Sand. At some point he’s going to have to reconcile with that and I already know it’s gonna hurt.

I don’t think it’s a good idea for an alcoholic and a dude making his own alcohol to be anything. It’s like how I spent 1.5 years drinking for the cheapest cost ever when I had a thing with a bartender (I did something like 20 shots and had 4 other drinks on my birthday and only spent $12 that night). It’s great in theory, and you can even have real feelings, but it’s terrible in practice. lol

Sand. Oh Sand. I really feel like he’s gonna catch feelings and he knows it, but I also think he knows Ray’s gonna be the one to make it an issue. I admire him getting cockblocked by Ray yet still getting laid that night. I don’t really know why he’s hanging out with Ray. I get the money aspect, but I don’t buy that being the only reason. He clearly sees something in this drunk spoiled ass, but I don’t get it yet. Sorry buddy. Maybe him and Nick can comfort each other when shit hits the fans and leave this whole friend group alone? lol

In conclusion, I'm loving this show. It's beautiful.

[bayleaf-2]

Drew some art of the progression of Lyra's feelings about Ioun

But it's like 11 PM and I should sleep so I'm gonna post the art and make barebones captions/context, go to bed, and might just remake the post if i wake up, look at it, and go "voci. voci...voci thats not enough buddy"

With that in mind!

This is when Ioun apologized to Lyra after they were resurrected (they died in the Zehir fight) and (in my mind) the start of Lyra having. A closer relationship with her, or seeing her as more than just. (Because we legally cannot call Ioun our boss) the person in charge, hense why it's labeled "beginning." Their thoughts in that moment are general feelings of appreciation, surprise, and relief. Debated putting warmth in there as well. Probably too soon. Maybe. Idk!

Transcript: Lyra's dialogue reads "Tough!" which is what they said to the goddess of prosperity trying to offer them deals. Description reads "Loyalty to Ioun after she apologized."

Ioun apologizing combined with Emily inviting Lyra to stay with her once all of this was over (AUUUUUUUGH) pulled Lyra out of their mortality crisis, hence the design change! They're wearing old (aka Elion's) earrings and actually put effort into styling their hair :)

Transcript of the bottom one: Nerd <3 "I love her" (Connotation: I just think Ioun's neat :) ) "I need to apologize to her if we fail"

Nerd refers to this being the time where Lyra starts researching and interacting with the library. "I just think she's neat" is a reference to that one Marge meme. Point being the "I love her" is a casual declaration with no deeper feelings attached. "I need to apologize to her if we fail" is referencing this:

Now a disclaimer on that: I wrote that months ago and while the og idea still holds in that I was planning on doing it, I would absolutely tweak the wording now. Also that's from my writing server so the wording is mostly for me. in terms of what "today" and "everyone else didnt follow orders" means I think that was the Tiamat fight? Timing indicates it's Tiamat. I do not know what "orders" past Voci is referencing. It might be the deals thing. ANYWAY!!

General summary for that point: Closer but still not quite friends. That being said Lyra's more cheery around Ioun and seeking out talking to her just cause.

Transcript: Lyra thinking to themself "God I love her she's so cool" Description reads "Whale convo, which is almost directly post Vecna" (So Lyra is thinking that as Ioun's talking to them) and then the bottom one starts with "After Ioun leaves and they're just thinking" Lyra's thought reads "...Oh." with the description "Means [I love her] in a different way than before"

Squish! :) Congrats lil guy! You love her and now you gotta hide your feelings so you don't pressure her because that'd be really fucked up of you! Yeah that includes your thoughts! Good luck suppressing those! (HE FAILS. HE SLIPS UP SO MUCH I'M DYING TO TAKE PROPER NOTES ABOUT THAT SHIT YOU HAVE NO IDEA)

"Voci why is the 4th heart in the scale grey instead of black in the top one" Uhhh I'm not sure. I think it has to do with Lyra not really knowing what their feelings are?? Like it's vague and then once they're actually reflecting on it, they realize it's something more than just thinking Ioun's neat. Btw it's not clear in this shitty photo but Lyra is blushing.

Transcript: Ioun saying "I do care, by the way." Lyra verbally keysmashing in response, which is cut off by the tiny tiny page. Description reads "right after the trial".

We had a trial where Emily was trying to make a case about the wording of the curse so we wouldn't have to kill her and only temporarily banish her (and Ioun. And possibly the Raven Queen. And anyone else who ascended) outside of reality. It was a really formal court though so everyone was in like. Proper boring formal wear and Lyra went the safe route of going in a suit yes I know that collar looks scribbly I was drawing in front of a campfire okay

I??? This is hard to describe, but by this point, Lyra's feelings are deeper, like they weren't...flustered by Ioun before, at least not to the same extent, and now they are, if that makes sense. I hesitate to say their feelings got? Deeper or more intense, because the timing makes this extremely fucky. And also feels like I'm in the danger zone in terms of possibly using aphobic wording. So I'm just gonna hold off for now.

And there's another art I drew of. The dream conversation where Ioun and Lyra ended up holding hands for an enTIRE FUCKING HOUR but it wasn't finished and I think? That moment kind of speaks for itself? So I'll just. Leave that there and sleep now gn <3

Again apologies if huge chunks of this don't make sense this is one of those moments where the hyperfixation is just Taking the God Damn Reins and I Have To Show People This

[nadsu]

Tōya Todoroki x Fem!Reader

Stargazing

synopsis. Who would Tōya Todoroki be if things had gone differently?

And what all can happen under a sea of stars?

fluff ・ lemon ・ hero!tōya todoroki ・ flirty keigo takami ・ tōya has a tongue piercing bc it's goddamn sexy

"Do you see the stars there? If ... they are in the right constellation, it means good luck for someone."

Was it a daydream? One of the pretty shitty kind, huh?

Shit ... Let it be one.

Tōya thought to himself, fingers running through his spiky mane as he gazed at his reflection.

Turquoise eyes you always compare to the ocean, sparkling with anger as he knew the obvious long ago - it wasn't a dream. Not a fucking comatose dream he wished was here.

He would have loved to smash the mirror with his fist if he didn't know how pissed you would get afterwards.

He could shit on an hour-long discussion with you.

Just don't cause any more stress - in the end you would probably banish him from his bed and let him sleep in God knows where.

Ha, as if you could do that, but if he wouldn't go, you would be the one to go at the latest, if you couldn't fight against his stubbornness.

Either way there could only be losers in this situation so he left alone that swanky expensive mirror that probably cost more than his all-nighters with Hawks and the amount of alcohol that became part of this ritual. After all, it never stayed at one drink as agreed ... not with someone like him - his self-proclaimed wingman at the time.

Speaking of Hawks, where was that chicken when you really needed him?

"I'll stand by you. At home. While I open the bottle of whiskey you left with me for emergencies."

Oh yes, he grinningly and gladly left this peace, joy, pancake hell here to his best friend ...

"That damn-"

Bird, mentally pronouncing the rest as he refreshed his face with cold water.

Well, tried - his black shades under his eyes could still be seen from three kilometers away.

Stress.

Just because of all the stress that was currently going on in your four walls and that didn't let him sleep - you included. It was really hell to see you suffer. Worse than... than this.

The last thing the young hero wanted was to spend time with his family.

No, rather with his father, who planned this trip to the ridiculously large estate of the Todoroki's, which he bought just for such a thing like this, felt 200 kilometers around no signs of civilization, alone, to make one on Happy fucking Family.

As if that would still help somehow ...

He had only agreed to this shit because you seemed so extremely tense lately.

You were tense, with every single syllable out of your mouth he could hear that something was going against your grain and he just couldn't figure it out.

Some fucking woman thing.

Maybe.

Hopefully just that.

The longed-for vibrating of his cell phone had a rather negative effect on Tōya, who fished it out of his pants pocket in annoyance.

As expected-.

"Huh?"

"I'm glad to hear you too, buddy."

When talking about the fucking devil, he came shitting with red feathers and bad humor.

"You let me down."

"You're still pissed.", Keigo remarked on the other end of the line. "ah~ (y/n) is with you after all and you know the three of us, this can't end well. After all, I have to keep up appearances before Endeavor."

What kind of appearance would that be?

"Fuck appearance. You're supposed to be here."

"I'll make it up to you, okay? Just enjoy the time with your wife and don't forget about me just because we can't pay attention to this love triangle right now."

"Shut the fuck up ..."

"Don't get her pregnant when you're improving your sex life."

"When I get back, I'm gonna fry you."

"Hey, I'm just saying. On vacation, as we all know, all the clothes come off."

"Yeah, whatever. I'll call you tomorrow."

Uh-huh. He will?

"Wait, are you trying to get rid of me? Is (y/n) there?"

Actually yes, that is when he heard you enter the room.

The feathered hero happily chatting away on his cell phone while you walked up to your boyfriend, who was watching you very closely as you wiggled your eyebrows in amusement.

"If I had to guess ... Is it ... the love of your life on the other line?"

Not funny.

Yes, it is. It's actually only funny for you, not for him.

"Put it on speaker," you urged him. You were only separated for one day and already you couldn't live without each other. Sometimes Tōya wondered with whom you had a relationship at all, but it would have been a lie if he didn't see this friendship between three of you as perfect, and the way you lovingly embraced him from behind with your arms, he knew that all your love was for him. Only him. Hawks and you would never do anything that would hurt him for that you were too much you. The flame user wasn't big on trust, but he gave you both all of it.

That's why he only sighed with a barely visible smile on his lips when he pressed the button on his cell phone and Hawk's loud voice boomed through the receiver the very next moment.

"We just can't do without each other. The best threesome of my dreams."

"Someday I'll get him talked into it, birdy~"

You would harmonize perfectly together, because the be-all and end-all of this beautiful interplay was the mood. Without certain prerequisites, you could forget about it.

You three ... it would be perfect. You knew each other like no other.

"Forget it. Both of you."

Well, and so much for that.

But you knew what was pulling. Oh~ you knew exactly what the white-haired man was attracted to. Knew how to use your feminine charms to get what you wanted.

Playfully pouting, you took his hand and nibbled on his finger. As if hypnotized, he barely looked you in the eye as you let your tongue roam around his dome.

With this harmless sounding question, after you were still innocent as you were -or not- biting his thumb.

Fleeting. And so damn wicked ... that already makes his blood flow down to other parts of his body.

"Not even eventually?"

Fuck, your look would eventually really make him change his mind and go for it.

But for now ...

"I have to hang up."

... were his thoughts just here, with you and your hands wandering along his arms and finding their place around his neck.

He didn't even let Hawks say anything else before he hung up and literally threw his phone onto the small cabinet next to the sink.

It was clear what you wanted.

Namely him.

Pʟᴀʏ ɴᴏᴡ -

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"No one is in the house."

"Mhm, go on," he murmured in your ear.

"And ... I thought ... You and I are taking advantage of that."

Tapping his shirt with your index finger, you opened two buttons the next moment.

"Do you want me to keep talking?"

Yes, he wanted to hear everything that was going through your head. But his impatience was killing him. All he wanted was ...

You, you, you.

Not giving a shit where you were.

"This fucking place has a Jacuzzi, if I remember correctly."

"Really? Then what are we still doing here?"

You certainly didn't have to ask your boyfriend twice and you knew all too well how impatient he was right now - his kisses along your cheekbones with the gentle push towards the exit only confirmed it.

How hard it was to get a door open when you were carrying someone in your arms, Tōya realized only now, after he let his hands wander to your ass, your kisses becoming more and more uncontrolled and he lifted you up.

Your legs, automatically found around his narrow hips, pressing your pelvis harder against the door.

And~ here was the kicker-.

"Could you give me a second?"

"What? Wasn't it you who thought he was so~ skilled with his hands?"

He could practically hear your sadistic smirk, you didn't even have to choose such naughty words, to which he lovingly gave you his answer by intensifying pressure against your pelvis, just to elicit that soft moan from you because you felt how hard he already was.

How ready he was for you.

"How was that? Thought you knew how skilled."

Mhm~ and how you knew. You still couldn't let that little tease go.

"I think you have to prove it to me again."

He liked nothing better than that right now, and if he had to, he'd remind you all goddamn day, even when you couldn't anymore.

Over and over and over again.

Reminded you that he didn't have to prove anything because you were falling for him either way and he knew exactly how many times you'd already cum under him.

How many times he's been able to push you to the edge of your climax.

How often you have given yourself to him with everything you had.

With your body.

Your soul.

With all your love for him.

Every step, every touch, every kiss and every pleasurable sound that escaped your dry throats only heated you up further and suddenly filled the halls of the mansion with energy.

Your energy.

You were ready for anything - really - but not for what your eyes picked up next.

"Wait a minute." He didn't respond at first - spreading more kisses along your neck.

"Tōya wait."

But, after you pressed lightly against his chest, two cheeky twinkling eyes fixed you. Greedy and yet confused almost a little worried.

"What? Afraid someone might hear you?"

Indeed. Because the hot tub was not as expected somewhere in this bombastic big house, no, but outside.

Out in the open ...

Which is why your question sounded more pejorative than intended.

"Are you ... into that?"

"I'm not the public type, but when it comes to sex," he rolled his shoulders as if he didn't care where he was. "it's just something different."

He saw your skepticism immediately. The wrinkling of your nose was normal whenever you didn't like something.

"It's the middle of the day."

"So?"

"So? What if someone sees it?"

Or better - listened, ugh.

"Isn't that what it's all about? This thrill that it could be like that?

But I'm not doing anything you don't want me to, okay?"

You just nodded and were about to go back in after your fleeting kiss on his cheek. You'd be lying if you'd never thought about something like that before, but it didn't feel right?

It was perfectly okay. For some, that certain thrill was just nothing.

But Tōya knew you. Far too well and probably even better than you knew yourself, so he knew what excited you and that? Sometimes even more than anything else.

Shared your fantasies with him when you were in need of him again.

He just had to push the right buttons with you so that you said yes.

And ... how did that work better with you than with humor?

With your teasing of which he knew how much you secretly love it and how much it amused him inside when you tried with effort to be mad at him, but you failed miserably every time. Your pissed off face was worth the action here.

So without another word he grabbed you, you crying out as your boyfriend's warm hands wrapped around your hips, pulling you to him and then lifting you up with a deft grab under your legs and around your back.

Flatsh.

There you landed not a second later, despite kicking and struggling and pleading, in the Jacuzzi.

Showing no mercy and no remorse because your boyfriend? He squatted down to you, laughing throatily.

"Tōya Todoroki you are really impossible!"

Hands slapping on the water surface as you cursed him like a wet poodle and tried to grab his hand, which he pulled away. You certainly wouldn't drag him in now.

He wouldn't just give you that satisfaction.

"Guilty as charged.

Now I guess you'll have to take your clothes off."

He would have liked that, but no. In life, nothing was given to you as a gift, and so you both made your positions clear.

Neither of you would give in.

"You have to earn it."

And you were sure, too sure he would go for it. He couldn't do anything else but respond to your will. Because he wanted it exactly-

"I pass."

Which is why your oh-so-beautiful winning smile was wiped off your face and you could do nothing but look stupid. Standing in the water with your eyes wide open, as if ordered and not picked up, mouth ajar, while his answer rattled through your head like a broken gear.

He ... what?

"Why is it always the men who have to prove themselves?"

Yes~ he knew how to get to you it was your words back then in the little bar where you met.

You were frustrated by all the losers in your life and he was bored by the run-of-the-mill women who never had that certain bite.

The bite that you had for it.

It was these simple words-

"I don't think men always have to do all the work."

-which in the end made him curious. Curious, because he was just a man, wasn't he?

"Hey, you gu-

T-tōya what did you do?"

Fuyumie's voice, which at first sounded cheerful, wavered within a millisecond until there was only a reproach left toward him, dissolving your intense gazes between you.

Fuck~

You really forgot that you were not alone here.

This family trip would have gone literally down the drain at the latest now had you given in to your lust.

The reason you finally got out of the water and stood soaked in the sun.

You did not even want to imagine what she thought.

Probably nothing wrong anyway, but man, as confident as you actually were, this broke into little pieces for a moment.

Well ... so, in this way you surely wanted to be made wet by him.

Whereby it cooled your skin under this burning sun immensely.

But man! You regret this idea with the Jacuzzi briefly minimally.

Your great boyfriend, however, less, he was more amused about how quickly you fled. Neither of you both could have guessed that his family would return so soon from this sightseeing tour.

"What she deserves," he called after his sister, who was rushing in to bring you towels.

And if that wasn't embarrassing enough with her, it was with his brothers.

One of them just sighed, because Nats made a stupid allusion to a certain evening on which ... let's say you weren't quite as quiet as Tōya told you to be, okay. The warm hand on your mouth didn't help with his merciless thrusts into you either.

"Nana Rie almost had an early blessing."

If she hadn't mistaken your moans for ... with a dying cat, then yes, definitely.

You swore you would have loved to sink into the ground when Natsuo was still grinning so cheekily, saving poor Granny from ending up six feet lower that night and moving the tour of the giant mansion to another hallway.

Inwardly grateful that he was thinking along, but on the other hand he kept rubbing it in.

"I told you to be quiet," Tōya shrugged again as if he wasn't the one fucking you uninhibitedly on the tatami, because Mr. Impatience came up in him again and maybe you provoked him a little too much with your words what you could do to him now, if you had been at home and not there.

What should you say ... It just had to end in his old youth room.

You should say again that you were uncomfortable doing it in public, when you were already much more naughty.

"Me? Maybe you shrieked like that," you winked in his direction before he pulled you by the wrist and whispered the words in your ear that gave you goosebumps knowing you would bite because it was just typically you.

The embarrassing evening already repressed, because fuck it, you only lived once.

Whether his younger brother had noticed it, was actually not so important, because it never let your relationship become weird.

So fuck it!

"Tonight. You and me in that Jacuzzi."

Why not escape from this hell called "family vacation" and give yourself to something that had long been his?

Give yourself to you and you to him.

Fully and completely.

When the house was empty and you were alone.

• • • • • • •

If there was one thing you appreciated more than his rough yet caring manner, it was the words he always kept.

If he was a villain he would probably never give up to get what he wanted.

And it was okay.

You loved it, god, everything about him and getting you then turned out to be a real challenge. One he was only too happy to accept.

He didn't give up no matter how untouchable you seemed - his persistence paid off in the end.

Because now he had not only the most loving, but in his eyes also the most beautiful being at his side. You had definitely fallen for him, but he, he was much more to you.

With every cell of his body.

"The dress suits you."

Your curves in this red fall, which moved lasciviously to the beat of the music in the background.

Your lips, on which was a cheeky smile and the color matching the dress left an imprint on the champagne glass.

Tingly and fruity, like his lips, which were sipping the liquid themselves before and over which you let your tongue glide, which he was only too happy to open for you.

This kiss ... only the beginning of so many of tonight that lay ahead of you.

Accordingly, it did not last too long.

Not too long.

Not enough ...

But enough to want more to become addicted to it - to him.

This desire for you increased immeasurably in him ... but it was still much too early to become weak now.

You, on the other hand, were less able to hold back, but he interrupted you with his finger between your lips.

Confused and somewhat repulsed, your next question was thus only natural for him.

"Did I-"

"No. You didn't do anything wrong. Come on."

His intention was not to unsettle you, but to give you back today something of what you gave him all these years - safety.

As sure as he clasped your hand with his and guided you.

Your eyes wandered. Wandered from him to the sea of red blossoms.

"You've gone to a lot of trouble."

Of course he had. Albeit a little with the help of his sister before they left for that stupid family dinner.

At least she only helped buy the roses, he did the rest.

And apparently you liked it, your eyes scrutinizing her surroundings while his never missed your reaction.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" you chortled next.

"No, you know how I feel about that."

Yea ...

And with each time it stung a little bit more in your heart while you thought you could finally make friends with this thought.

Too early rejoiced.

Because no, you simply could not suppress this desire. No matter how hard you tried. For him.

"Yep."

"Don't be mad now."

You weren't, really, but you were already sick of this topic. Marriage was never an option, because he thought absolutely nothing of all this crap and this arranged marriage of his parents was to blame.

But to worry about it now was not fair, after all, he gave out all the candles and rose petals for you here. Not for himself, but just for you.

Absolutely corny and yet ... more than attentive from someone like him who had absolutely nothing to do with romance. All that to get the stress out of your tired bones.

And that made you smile against his chest inhaling the tart note of his perfume into your nose as you could think nothing else of having found the best man for you. Because no matter what he did you felt good, let's put aside the topic of children and marriage - it was just trivial and it didn't matter if you wore a ring on your finger or not. What mattered was once again only the here and now with him in this sea of soft scents and kisses that he gave you.

Hands wandering over his shirt, running over and over his upper arms and finally under the dark fabric to expose what you so eagerly wanted to touch - what you wanted to feel. Your fingers - like electric little flashes on his ever-warm skin. Charged, almost tingling through his whole body to his present erection you felt on you and which Tōya didn't hide either the way he pressed it against you. He never minded drawing your attention to it and showing you how much he wanted you.

His shirt finally tossed carelessly on the floor you ran his contours along his stomach. Tōya had never been well-toned, had no six-pack no broad shoulders, but you could never have cared less. He was perfect. Yes, to you he definitely was no matter in what way. Whether he was not the master chef, especially neat or a little reserved, he definitely had other qualities and even his flaws you loved about him.

"Do you actually know what you're doing to me?" asking between kisses. Gasping and greedy.

It was addictive this feeling of your tongue against his, how it turned and explored every inch as if it was your last time. Those pleasurable sounds that escaped you - he wanted more of it.

More of you.

More of this.

His next grab the zipper of your dress which he slowly, far too slowly unzipped as he carefully slipped it off your skin and it fell to the floor to see you in all your glory, taking his breath away bit by bit. No matter how many more times he got to see you like this - it was intoxicating every time.

Shoes slipped off as you smiled and walked away from him.

Your much too charming walk into the Jacuzzi, step by step, almost made him lose his mind. He eyed you closely.

Every visible scar on you.

Every other step.

Those perfect hips, around which the water nestled like silk. How you placed yourself there in the water on the rise and looked at him longingly.

Just everything.

"You'll have to undress more if you want to join me."

"You can help me too."

Playfully you caught your lip between your teeth as you slowly moved back through the water towards him.

"Should I?" grinning, your tongue slid over his neck, continuing to move down his chest more and more.

Slowly, agonizingly. It drove him crazy how you used your tongue while kissing down every inch of his exposed upper part of the body. Playing around his pierced nipple with your tongue, leaving nothing but a tingling sensation on his pale skin with each successive kiss.

The way you looked at him from below with that damn innocent look - god he wanted you, and right now.

If you kept this up, kept kissing along the hem of his boxers while you kept gently pulling the fabric with your teeth, he'd grab you just like that and take you right then and there. But you, you had completely different plans with him.

"You have two healthy hands, don't you? Why don't you do it yourself?"

Grinning cheekily, you wandered back left to your previous place - never taking your eyes off him, who still stood there a bit confused and slightly annoyed. You made your order clearer, because no reaction came. Not the desired one and you told him bluntly what you wanted him to do.

"Undress. And slowly~"

"The fuck? Ur kidding me?", your lustful look - following that cheeky grin - told him exactly how serious you were.

"Aw fuck."

He did it, sighing, without further hesitation, your eyes following his every move until he stood before you completely naked. With your finger signaling him to move towards you, he did it, again without saying anything in response he obeyed.

"We should try role-playing sometime."

Hands crashed left and right of you, while he looked down at you questioningly.

"What makes you think that?"

And you, catching his white strands smiled at him.

"Well, this really had its ... charm."

Pointing to your clothes on the stones and all the red and pink from roses on which they lay. Your soft spot lay more like this on - more equals more appealing. Sure, nothing was nicer than skin on skin, but certain clothes? It was worlds of difference so why no "role-playing" as foreplay? Maybe even a certain ever chattering feathered creature included in your "game"?

"I'll keep it in mind."

But the fantasy with Hawks in a threesome ... you'd better not bring up now.

After all, this was just about the two of you. Wet hands slid over his skin, leaving goose bumps before he leaned down to you. His, however, slid over your thigh and in between. Caressing this sensitive spot - your sharp intake of breath like music in his ears.

"So, do you still mind being out here now?"

"No."

"Why?"

Your lips trembling from the rising lust inside you. He played with you and a mind as he brushed one hand over your sensitive nipples - alternating between the two. His tongue used where you felt cold metal as it gave you the rest.

How much you wanted his pierced tongue elsewhere now - wanted to feel - wanted to feel what it was already doing to you too often.

But it was, to your disappointment, just one of his fingers sliding into you and oh~ you hated it because it didn't feel complete.

"Because I just ... I want-"

Until he finally added his second. He knew. Knew how much you focused on him and his fingers that made you breathe hard.

He noticed how you were falling more and more and losing your inhibitions.

Piece by piece - your moans more and more uncontrolled. Like wax, yes, you were in his hands and he enjoyed every single sound that escaped your lips.

"You want me to ... what?"

"I want ... Ngh fuck."

"Say it. What do you want?"

He wanted to hear his name come out of your mouth and he knew what buttons to push on you to make you give yourself completely to him.

"I can play this game just like you, only better."

They said still waters run deep and that was definitely true for both of you.

"Look at me doing it."

His voice was soft, just like his movements. The way your muscles tightened, you biting down on your now smeared red lips with that look of lust, causing more heat from him.

It was like when you two first made love.

Addictive.

Bodies made for each other.

But it was never enough.

Never would be.

Tōya slowed his movements knowing full well how you reacted to such things. Pushed to the edge of your orgasm, he left you hanging right there in the air, and when you felt his fingers leave you, you could only clench your teeth and state your disappointment.

"Wha-"

"I'll take it slow."

It felt abortive, pent-up lust that found no release. Locked in that boiling body that trembled with arousal.

He reached under your thighs and lifted you up onto the edge of the pool, where he placed you. Your legs automatically sought hold around his hips, which pressed against you - as they rubbed against each other without restraint.

This feeling - skin on skin - it was indescribable.

Your surroundings only filled by your kisses and the muffled moans that escaped in between. The way you clawed into his back, painful but so, so satisfying just like the tug of his hair, fingers desperately clawing into that fluffy now damp white. Never interrupting the kisses that led from your lips down to your collarbone. Leaving visible marks that he was sure everyone would see - you didn't care.

However ... the going slow thing was really turning out to be a problem.

He couldn't take it anymore, breathing more and more choppy.

Your boyfriend wanted you, and he wanted you now.

Fuck going slow - Tōya had no more patience to hold back.

"Shall we move over?" he breathed against your wet skin, each touch stealing your last sanity.

Any restraint no longer bearable.

Your lust completely in your grip as he grabbed you and the next moment you were no longer lying in the warm Jacuzzi, but on the green lawn, this dimensional towel under you - above you this shining sea of stars.

The sudden change in temperature might have become critical under other circumstances, but he kept you both warm - with his natural warmth that you had already been allowed to feel not only all over your body, but also in your heart for five years.

Both legs placed next to your hip - hovering over you on his knees, while one corner of his mouth twitched.

"Are you going to look at me like this forever?" you breathed heavily.

If it could be done, yes.

If he could, he would capture everything here.

Every detail.

From your slight smirk, every single drop that ran down your skin, the subtle scent of your perfume that never changed even after the years - it was still the same as when you stormed into each other - to your eyes that fixed only on him.

"Tōya, do it already."

"What? I think you need to rephrase it."

"Stop playing games and fuck me already."

From then on, right now, everything felt like it was in a frenzy.

Your shells have long since fallen just like your mind.

Only he could make you feel so safe, all his kisses leaving a wet trail on your skin, over your nipples, his hand around your thigh and when you finally felt his cock between your legs, which he first just grazed against you before entering you with a thrust.

He was careful, for now, going slow so as not to make you feel uncomfortable. But there was just unbridled lust that made you both groan slightly, but mostly in relief. Your fingers clawing into his upper arms, his buried in the grass that surrounded you.

"Fuck. How do you feel even better every time?"

Moaned Tōya next to your ear and let his hips bounce against yours again and again.

Finally you got what you've been craving for the past few days. Lying down under him, your current problem pushed aside - faded out.

"Ngh~ I want ... all of you."

Your eyes already opened again, only to lose yourself in this blue ocean of his eyes, further forgetting what you should have to said long ago.

"Whole, huh?"

He knew how to make you float, to make you see stars like the ones up there. How he had to touch you to trigger just that state of complete ecstasy in you.

Moaning, he grabbed your left leg to put it over his shoulder and finally let you feel him completely, penetrating you even deeper and hitting that point inside you that completely blew your mind.

Just that, just the way you wanted it.

Right leg bent, you noticed Tōya straightening up, fingers gripping tighter and tighter around your thigh, digging into your tender flesh, the other hand never leaving your pelvis.

Deeper, faster.

That speed not only made you forget, it made you beg.

For more.

The pleading for release.

The one you needed more than just to be able to think clearly again.

"C'mon, cum for me. I want to hear you. Fuck ..."

Those words that pierced through the air, coupled with his gaze ...

Your eyes always looking into each other's eyes, shining with the moonlight. You did not even think that it could turn you on even more but your pelvis stretched automatically towards him.

Your desire to finally cum was too great.

"Ngh~ exactly ... like this, Tōya~," you gasped in pure excitement, drops of water long since replaced by beads of sweat running down his forehead. His natural warmth taking over your entire body as he leaned down to you, one arm braced beside your head for stability, to thrust into you once more at a pace that made you scream.

There was nothing rough, just naked emotion and passion - love.

Pure love that was palpable to you in his every touch, because in the first place there was only you.

"Shit ... deeper ..."

Harder.

Unable to form a sensible sentence, he finally gave you that long-awaited release.

Your satisfaction and release.

The right angle of his thrusts, getting sloppier and sloppier, brought you your orgasm.

That Pure vulnerability beneath him, the trembling of your legs and the reverberating sounds from your dry throat made him moan loudly himself before he cum inside you and you felt that warmth fill your insides.

Pʟᴀʏ ɴᴏᴡ -

Starbright

Dabin

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Wet skin on wet skin as he dropped on top of you, out of breath. Your arms wrapped right around his neck and you with one hand through his damp hair.

This moment right here ... exactly this one, probably one of the most beautiful in your whole relationship. Where only love had a place between you.

But ... There was something else you had to said. And even though you knew it could ruin everything here, there was no way around it.

"Tōya? I have something to tell you."

So is that why you started to say so carefully.

"Oh fuck, that kind of thing never means anything good. Was this one of those bad goodbye fucks before you leave?" he murmured sarcastically while his head still rested on your chest. Goosebumps causing there where his hot breath met your skin.

Better now than never. What should happen except to give him an early heart attack?

White hair was already out of the question - he already had it.

The revelation was just something he had so zero desire for, but hey, fuck it.

Taking a deep breath before you might have been the one who got that heart attack and barely exhaling the air again you were already doing nails with heads.

"I think I'm pregnant."

Short and sweet, why beat around the bush that was just not your style and his anyway. But instead of saying something you heard nothing from him.

Not a sound.

You didn't even feel his breath on your skin anymore.

Oh shit.

Only loud swallowing was what you heard. Your heartbeat was too fast and suddenly it was his eyes, which examined your features closely, if you were not fooling him.

"How? That's practically impossible."

Practically - yes.

Theoretically - no.

This wasn't April Fools' Day, where you didn't understand why that pesky day existed anyway. This was naked reality, not a joke, not a ... dream.

You that 1% of 99 where the pill probably nicely fucked up its effect.

"I'm not sure either ... It doesn't have to mean anything that my period has already stopped for the second time. Thought it was actually the stress, but now I'm not sure."

"We are much too young."

24 years was usually an age when most people were still looking for themselves and honestly you couldn't imagine becoming a mother, but if it was really going to be something that needed your love, you wouldn't have it any other way.

"And ... I don't really know if I would make a good father. I mean, you know how I feel about all that stuff."

That's just where the problem was. How many times did this issue come up around all of this? Far too often, whether it was through you or through your families, and each time he made his point.

No was just that with him - a clear no.

But ... giving up was not an option for you. Of course, you accepted his opinion, but you could try, couldn't you?

What did you have to lose?

Close your eyes and go through.

"Will you marry me?"

Tōya's eyes widened in disbelief.

Did you just-

"Are you proposing to me right now?"

He hadn't even properly digested your confession when you blindsided him with the next sticking point. Because you were not one to do things by halves and he loved it. Annoying sure, but way too adorable to resent you.

"If you won't do it, then I will, Todoroki."

He couldn't help but chuckle at your attempt to remain serious, while he detached himself from you to look up at the sky beside you.

You lingered like that for a few minutes, lying quietly next to each other, until he broke the silence between you.

"Do you see the stars there? If ... they are in the right constellation, it means good luck for someone."

Tōya turned his head directly to you to be able to look into your eyes, which, despite a self-confident appearance, rather radiated uncertainty.

You didn't know when he became a fucking astrologer, but you discovered something new about him that night.

"Is that your way of saying "yes"?"

What a question - you knew the answer.

He carefully brushed one of your strands behind your ear, while you looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer, which you already knew how it would be.

"Who knows."

Laughing, you hit him on the chest, spreading soft kisses on the back of his hand as you left his answer just like that.

After all, you didn't need marriage to be happy - you already were.

"I love you, you know that, right?"

And his words were like a balm for your soul.

Nothing in this world is as precious as those unforgettable moments.

You wanted this life with him - whether married, with a child, a house or even without all that.

After all, the value was not in such things as these, but only in the person with whom you shared your dreams and desires.

The one who gave you the feeling of being at home.

This person was him, the man with whom you spent the most beautiful, but also the worst moments and you wanted to keep it that way forever.

Together with him - your ... fiancé.

Or at least something like that?

Or even just with your boyfriend and it was ok.

Yaha~ really.

Everything else would become clear in the near future anyway, but until then, you'd much rather keep looking at the stars on this clear night.

"Yes, I know that Tōya."

The stars that meant your happiness, right?

pictures by brittany

[ya-zz]

Christ on a stick, Spicy was NOT kidding when they said they're going to make us all cry. I haven't been this emotionally fucked by a fanfic in a WHILE. I can only imagine what a nightmare it must have been to think about and actually write. Kudos to you fella.

... Anything else you cooking up in that department :eyes emoji:

My heart ached, I teared up. For now I have banished him from requesting

Unfortunately, the next load of requests are fluff, except for one which isn’t on the WIP list as I need to complete those on it first.

No doubt the moment I open them again, Spicy is gonna appear. I’m watching you buddy…

[notasapleasure]

Safe, 8 episodes (2018), part 1/2

Oh god, let’s get this over with then. I did already do a kind of deranged liveblog of my response to this show, so if you want more vagueing about the stupid plot/characters/concept then head over to that tag (#liveblogging safe). Or just watch it on Netflix yourself, but do make sure to lobotomise yourself with a screwdriver first.

Neil Chahal: beautiful, low-key unhinged, mysterious employment, tight chinos, lovely dressing gown, and you don’t want to know what it is that’s going to revive his ailing marriage to Zoe the French teacher!

Episode 1

We get the distinct impression immediately that everyone in his family finds him exhausting and wishes he would Just Stop. At first, it’s not clear precisely what’s so annoying, but he rises to the occasion pretty quickly.

NEEL. Sorry buddy, that’s your name now. (kneel)

He wants to treat his nineteen-year-old son Chris like a grown-up, so he’s frank with him (no, he’s NEEL </dad joke>) at the family dinner (while wife and daughter have gone away to sigh extravagantly elsewhere)

His son is less blasé about this than he expects.

The next day, Chris and his girlfriend Jenny (daughter of the mc, Tom, let’s not even get started on that guy) are missing.

DRESSING GOWN. FLUFFY. CLEAVAGE.

Chris said he was heading to Ioan’s house.

Oh hohoho wouldn’t you like to know dressing-gown boy he’s the year 12 [sixteen/seventeen-year-old] kid your wife is screwing but don’t worry there won’t be any consequences

Episode 2

Neel's very bad no good day continues, also he is ALWAYS just...hanging round at home waitting for bad news at the door

First up it’s the police with a warrent to search the place because his wife’s been arrested for being a suspected paedophile...

Tiny little meltdown of throwing things around :’)

Then it’s his bloody neighbour again asking after Chris and Jenny, who are still awol. Neel gives a bravado display of the insecurities of middle aged masculinity.

I want to say that it’s astounding to think he might be the kind of husband who ever did, but it’s actually not unimaginable. Neel is bitter, but it almost feels like having a teenage boy in the house has made him weird about his masculinity in a way he wasn’t before. Or maybe it’s the suspicion that his wife is fucking a different teenage boy. Anyway.

I don’t know how many times I can say that this man just makes me really sad? He seemed so desperate to talk to his family earlier and clearly just. doesn’t know how to. Acting like it’s FINE that his son doesn’t talk to him about things and that’s what he’s expect because Men Don’t Talk About Things!!

He’s not worried about Chris, but he does agree to let Jenny’s dad have a look round Chris’s room because of a couple of alarming texts.

The next screenshots are mainly for the hands on hips and trouser hoik, but also, for all my complaints about this show, we know this guy, don’t we? Sharing uncomfortable details about expensive home renovation when you don’t really know anything about him or his family? And then it’s not just his family who wish he’d stop talking. It’s strangers too. oh Neel. You’ve forgotten how to interact with people. too long wfh.

Did Chris go out on the Vespa?

Train times, probably, but Neel is sceptical. Afterwards, Marc Warren says what bad vibes the place has. And if Marc Warren thinks you have bad vibes, well, yeowch.

Episode 3

Chris is still missing, but by now we know he’s very much dead, and the family trying to hide the body is hilariously bad at it.

Meanwhile, Sophie, the main cop and sort of girlfriend of Tom, tells Zoe they now believe she’s been set-up and they’re trying to find out who would want to paint her as a paedophile. Neel looks moody in the rattan sofa:

is this like when you have a rowdy pet and you have to banish them to the garden when visitors come round?

Even Neel and Zoe’s daughter is starting to miss her big brother now! Who will take her to the cinema?

(Look! Neel has work to do! Do we know what it is? No)

Idk man. Is it meant to be messaging about how some lax continental child-rearing style Neel and Zoe (she is French, after all) followed has led to this situation, where they seem unconcerned by their teenager’s absence and the problem is more ‘you need someone to take you to the cinema’ rather than ‘your brother isn’t just giving me the cold shoulder he’s actually ignoring his whole family’? He did offer still, but man, pretty sure his daughter hates him. Should probably have gone ahead with the divorce before her exams, babe, sticking around isn’t helping.

Later on, he hears Zoe leaving Chris voicemails and does seem to share her concern a little?

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End of Part 1. I’m splitting this into two posts, just in case it gets unwieldy with the screenshots - Chris’ body is found next episode, so there’s a bit more of the Chahals.