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[spookykoolkat]

I absolutely adore your writing!

I wanted to request a Eddie Munson and plus size!Henderson!reader smut!

After dropping Dustin off after Hellfire one night Eddie finally meets Dustin’s sister who is essentially the female version of Eddie. He is smitten with her but doesn’t show it in fear it will mess up him and Dustin’s relationship. He makes excuses to come over to the house more often (which the reader notices). She teases him on purpose, short skirts, low cut shirts, little touches when they pass each other. She’s driving him crazy. One night Dustin invites him over for a movie night and to discuss the new campaign, when Eddie and the reader are the only ones left awake will the tension be to much? Will he finally crack?

eddie m. - your brother's rocker best friend

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an: hiii!!! thank u sm for the request AND all the love i've gotten on my work 🖤🖤 i hope this does your request justice omg!! 😭 because i sure as hell really liked writing it idkidkidk eddie in this one is just so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 anyways pls feel free to send more requests, i appreciate all the love omg like i didnt know so many ppl would like my writing especially being new to writing on tumblr 🥹TYSM OMG PLS I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS THIS i love the feedback! also this is hardly proof read so. yeah :p

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni! minors are NOT welcomed. eddie x plus size!reader, eddie x henderson!reader. this is pure filth, pure smut, literally porn with a plot. p in v (unprotected) *this is fiction pls protect urself*, slight exhibitionism (if u squint), oral sex (f receiving), mirror sex kind of, pet names, dirty talk, spanking/slapping, eddie being eddie

wc: 8.5k

summary: you're dustin's older sister, and notice his best friend taking a particular liking to you.

when eddie first realized who dustin’s older sister was, he was mind fucked. when dustin told eddie about you, dustin made it a note to emphasize the fact that he and you were the same age, and had eddie been, as dustin put it, ‘normal student,’ he would’ve graduated the same year as his sister. but, eddie remembered who you were. very vividly, and when he met you again formally at dustin’s house about a year ago—let’s just say eddie was obsessed with everything that had to do with you. he listened to the music you blasted from your room once he got into his van, he remembered the movies you watched so he could watch them and know why you liked them so much, and he remembered the books you carried and the ones you would read in your living room on his way to dustin’s basement. he wanted to consume you in every way.

"i can't really stay long dustin, Wayne's been getting on my ass," eddie said as dustin dragged him to his front door.

"yeah yeah, whatever, come on i just got this new comic, you have to see it," he said eagerly and eddie just sighed, waiting for dustin's knocking to be heard. and it was.

"dustin i swear if you don't have your key i'm going to literally rip-" you yelled through the front door as you swung it open, not to see only dustin but the guy you went to school with who you knew as the local weed supplier.

"what are you doing with my brother?" you spit, ignoring the fact that eddie looked a little starstruck. he didn't even hear you because of how loud your outfit was, the way your body was tight against your little dress you had in, how your tits looked pressed together, the way your hand rested on your hip as you looked at him irritatedly.

"don't start," dustin said and pushed passed you, telling eddie to come on.

"uh, i'm eddie," he introduced and you smiled through your small laugh, opening the door.

"yeah, i know who you are," you said and he almost thought he felt a shiver down his spine. you knew him, you knew who he was. and now that he saw you in person, he realized he overestimated his will power to be a gentleman and not get hard just at the sight of you.

"go ahead, but you're not staying long. ten minutes." you said strictly and he nodded frantically, stepping inside and following dustin straight to the basement, his eyes looking back for yours as you shut the door and turned, giving him a smile.

he was fucked. that was the start of a year long obsession he tried so desperately to hide. and failed.

you noticed eddie and you had the same interests, you heard megadeth and soundgarden blast through his radio in his shitty van dropping dustin off late, and even in school you saw the patches of rock and metal bands you liked on his backpack, or the studs on his jean jacket. you liked his style and like him, you carried the punk rock edge to you with multiple facial piercings and your black clothing. you enjoyed your style, even in high school you managed to apply dark makeup and were only allowed on piercing, so you kept your lip one. you grew into your own as you got older, only having a liking for horror and sci-fi movies, metal, rock and goth music, and loving your dark dull aesthetic. and eddie liked it too, he actually couldn’t believe how sexy you made looking and dressing like a ‘freak.’

you also noticed these last few months eddie has been coming over a lot more frequently, sometimes at night, sometimes early in the morning to take dustin to school. you didn’t realize until he came over three days in a row, and noticed he would linger in the same room you were in while dustin was off doing his usual around the house, or he’d make comments about the movie you’d be watching and then leave. you never minded it of course, you liked talking to him, you actually felt seen around him and he made you feel like the two of you could relate a lot more than you think.

you also kind of liked to push how far you could go with his boundaries. you’ve had a small crush on him since he started coming around a year ago, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter when he’d greet you with a small hug, or a blush when he’d tell you he liked the outfit you had on. but as the months went on you noticed your words took effect on him too, and you relished in the fact that you knew you could make him squirm a bit.

he enjoyed it even though he knew what you were doing, even though he was going fucking insane. he refused to indulge in his fantasies, in dropping hints that he wanted you in every way possible, he refused to risk his own relationship with your brother. he tried for the entire year he and your brother were friends, to ignore the things you do involuntarily. he didn’t know if half the things you did were on purpose or not, but he had to choke down groans seeing you bend over in tight black dresses, he had to refrain from sneaking into your room just so he can see what it looks like. he hated that you did this to him, that you could be this damn sexy it’s like it was doomed from the beginning.

it was the night dustin had a few friends over for a small get together, one of them being eddie and the others being his usual friend group, mike, el, max, lucas, will and steve as well. steve was forced to go by dustin and eddie, eddie mainly begging because he didn’t want to be the only babysitter there.

you were wearing your usual lounging around outfit when you decided to change because you were heading out that night with a few friends, and you got into your usual all black outfit. only this time you had on black mini skirt on that barely covered your ass as you walked, so to help with coverage you chose black sheer, nearly see through, tights underneath that were slightly torn and ripped, and your top was a deep cut baby tee that was black with rhinestones on it. it was cute to you, you loved skimpy clothes as much as anyone else did and you loved the way it hugged onto your thick body.

you just finished your makeup when you decided to slip on your black heeled boots and go downstairs to gather your things. it was kind of like in the movies when the woman steps down the stairs in her ballgown, having her date gawk at her. only this time you had two little pieces of clothes dripped in all black, and eddie was the one gawking at you while everyone paid attention to the game they were playing.

“i can’t believe i’m here. where the fuck is robin and nance?” steve huffed as he slumped in his seat, eating his pizza.

“you know you should be more grateful to spend time with us, asshole. we could all die tomorrow!” dustin exclaimed from his seat, and steve just rolled his eyes.

“how about in right now?” he mumbled.

eddie wasn’t too focused on anything except the music coming from upstairs, is that the cranberries?, he asked himself, trying to crane his neck as if it’d make him hear better. it wasn’t long before he heard your door open and your hard footsteps treading down the stairs. he felt his heartbeat pick up and the minute you fell into his peripheral he had to turn to look at you. big fucking mistake.

the minute he saw your curvy figure in your tight clothing that just made everything more prominent, he felt that rush. not adrenaline rush, he felt his blood fall from his cheeks and straight into his cock. he was beyond embarrassed, lucky for him he was holding a pillow next to him and quickly moved it over his front. something you saw very briefly, wondering why he looked pained almost.

“alright, i’m leaving dustin, don’t fuck the house up or i will kill everyone here and get away with it,” you said emotionless, going to grab your purse and keys on the kitchen counter.

“don’t get pregnant!” dustin shouted from the living room and you walked back in to say goodbye to your little brother and his friends.

“yeah yeah you too, bye, love you,” you said and leaned down to leave a kiss on his forehead, something eddie paid way too close attention to. he could see down your shirt from his seat, and he could only feel his pants grow tighter around his waist. he wanted to stuff his face in your chest, to hold you by your wide waist and pull you to his body. he wanted to defile you more than you’d ever been.

“problem eddie?” you asked, snapping your fingers where you stand behind dustin, sending everyone’s eyes to his direction.

“uh, wha- I, no, yeah i like this game too,” he stuttered and mostly everyone tried to stifle their laugh while dustin questioned him.

“okay?” you said in a confused laugh, walking off around the group to pass by eddie and bringing your hand to ruffle through his brown locks, and to his shoulder to squeeze slightly.

“see ya later, weirdo,” you said and left, leaving eddie rock hard, embarrassed and in complete shock. he needed your touch everywhere, and that same night after he finally got home and laid in bed, he jerked off to the images he internally burned in his mind.

remembering that night gave you ideas for every time you saw him after that. wearing the skimpiest clothes to open the door when eddie walked dustin to the door, making sure that when he was there at your house you were wearing the thinnest tank top with no bra, and checking that the thermostat was set at a cool 69 degrees.

it was like hell. if he were in heaven. he was tortured seeing you, but the more he saw you the more he craved you. he was excited to see you now, to see what you would have one the next time as you offered a drink in a sultry voice, bending over extra low to reach a fake cord from behind the tv while he sat on the couch. he felt like he was going to fall into a deep black hole that would open up every time you were around, he could follow you around like a puppy if you wanted.

he made excuses to see you, he embarrassed himself in moments just so he could see you, or hear your voice. he was genuinely obsessed with you, that even seeing you for five seconds could make his entire day complete. he was desperate, and you knew.

“you, eddie munson, looking for homework?” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest to cover yourself. you felt exposed, just waking up from a nap after dropping dustin off early in the morning, wearing nothing but black shorts and a small tank top that was a little see through if you stared hard enough.

“uh, yeah it’s like this paper i had to write, for…” he trailed as his eyes unknowingly moved to glance over you. he couldn’t help but look at how the shorts hugged your thighs and hips. please let suffocate me. his thoughts were impure, not gentleman like. he should be ashamed.

“for…?” you asked, waving your hand in front of him to get his attention back.

“-my class, it’s in a few minutes,” he said checking his watch on his wrist.

“you do know dustin isn’t here right? and the backpack in question is… with him… at school,” you said in an obvious tone, making him reach to the back of his neck and cringe at himself.

“yeah, right…. um, bye,” he said quickly and left, cursing at himself under his breath as he tried to refrain from thinking of the way you looked before he grew hard. you didn’t shut the door until he drove off, almost smiling to yourself that he did that, made that silly excuse to just talk to you for two minutes.

it was little things that he did that drove you equally as crazy, and the fact that he did everything he could just to see your face made you want him even more. it made you wonder why he hadn’t tried anything with you yet. you assumed he felt like you did, so you didn’t question if he found you attractive or sexy, you just wondered what was holding him back from taking the next step.

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eddie found himself a bit stuck in his own thoughts as dustin, mike, will, gareth, jeff and lucas discuss plans of their next campaign. he wanted to focus on the words and suggestions coming out of dustin’s mouth, he wanted to shout desperately when gareth recommended something that would put the entire campaign in jeopardy, but nothing could come from him.

dustin invited everyone over to spend the night while they plan their new campaign for d&d, he knew it could take all night even the day after to create something flawless, so he figured it’d be best to have those who can sleep over. you were a bit bothered by having that much testosterone in the house, but a little won over by the fact that eddie would be spending the night as well.

you catered for the group of course. After you got home from work around seven or eight at night, you bought pizza and drinks for the kids and acted as their mother, fixing their sleeping arrangements and making sure everyone had pillows and blankets before bed. the minute you walked into your home with the pizza and drinks, everyone zoomed to the kitchen except eddie. he shyly walked over to you with his black jeans on and muscle shirt under his jean jacket.

“i can get that for you,” he offered, nodding to the pizza boxes and liters in both hands.

“here, you can take the drinks,” you smiled and handed him the bag of drinks, letting your fingers linger a little on his while transferring the bag to him. he could feel the softness of your touch, how you grazed the outside of his hand with your nails and smoothly removing your hand from the bag.

“thank you,” you said and lightly patted his chest, moving past him closely so that your body touches his.

stop it eddie. stop! he screamed at himself as you started to tell the kids to not make a mess, trying to keep himself from getting hard again and finally going to put the sodas on the counter where you placed the pizza.

“eddie?” you said and walked over to him where he holds a paper plate in his hand, his eyes wide and doe like as he turned to you immediately.

“yeah? whats up?” he said quickly, gripping his plate.

“you think you can help me make everyone’s bed? i can’t reach the sheets in the closet,” you said innocently, batting your eyelashes and flashing a smile.

“y-yeah, of course.” he obliged and put the plate down, following you upstairs to the closet in the hall. you made sure to go first, your pencil skirt hugging your ass and thighs perfectly, putting him in a trance he never wanted to get out of.

“it’s right over here,” you said and turned right, stopping at white double doors. you opened the doors and reached to turn on the light, letting yourself be as exaggerated as possible, and leaning back to let him through. you turned to the side as he walked up to the closet, staying there and watching him as he strained his body upwards, his shirt lifting a bit to show his pale skin littered with tattoos, even seeing his slight v-line, something you wanted to explore. you didn’t try to hide the fact that you were checking him out.

you decided to test him again, so you scooted your body closer to his and leaned across, your breasts and your body touching his as you reached for a pillow that was on a lower shelf. your hand skimmed his skin not so subtly, grabbing the pillow and squeezing it to your stomach to make your tits more prominent in your hardly buttoned button up.

eddie’s skin was on fire, if he wasn’t thinking about d&d before you came home, he definitely wasn’t thinking about it now. he gathered all of the sheets and some pillows, pulling them out and going back to his relaxed position as you stared up at him with a devilish smile.

“what do you think you’re doing?” he asked in a serious tone, taking notice of your breasts pushed together and again, you saw it on his face. that restraint, the self control he tried to muster up.

“what do you mean, eds?” you tried to play naive, like you were unaware of this little game the two of you had partaken in. it was cat and mouse except less action. you liked to tease and taunt, and he held himself tight with a piece of string that was held by the relationship he had with dustin. who would he be if he actually made a move on one of his best friend’s sister?

“i can’t do that to dustin. i can’t.” he said to you, not even acknowledging your fake unawareness.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you said seriously and turned towards the stairs, “you comin’?” you asked sweetly, yet still a mischievous smile on your face. you were testing how far you could go without breaking that string, but now you wanted to break it. you wanted him to fall apart for you, to finally admit he’s wanted you this whole time.

eventually after everyone settled in, the group went down into the basement and began to watch a movie as the night went on. you told everyone you’ll be in your room, changing into something more comfortable to accompany your brother and his friends.

“it’s just supposed to be us,” dustin huffed and you rolled your eyes, accepting the fact you were unwelcomed and you changed anyway, going into the living room to watch a movie by yourself.

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the boys settled in the basement around 11 at night after arguing about their storyline, going to sleep with no successful campaign just yet but successfully watching two movies before everyone knocked out. eddie was no help obviously, too deep in thought about the way your hands felt, how your warm body pressed into his side, what exactly you were hiding under that pencil skirt. he didn’t realize how sexy you made office attire look, suddenly imagining himself bending you over your office desk and railing you to the point all of your papers and knick knacks fell over. it’s all he thought about as the boys talked over the movie, wondering what it would be like to just go upstairs and take you on the couch.

he rubbed his hand over his face with a deep breath, sighing and throwing over the blankets he had on himself on his other side, getting up from the small couch you had in your basement. eddie knew where everything was in the house, and he made his way to the kitchen for some kind of beverage. a beer, if he was lucky.

he was lucky, just not with the beer. once he got into the threshold of the kitchen, he saw the dim light from underneath the cabinet that’s above the counter glowing against you. your back was to him, seemingly eating something, yet he just stared at your figure. from here, the view of your ass was almost problematic. your tight shorts didn’t let much hide from his sight, he could see the crease of your asscheeks peeking out of the fabric, and he saw the small of your back due to your tank top rising up and nearly above your midriff.

“couldn’t sleep?” eddie asked you finally as he came to lean on the counter across from where you stood.

“i was just craving something sweet, you?” you asked, turning around unphased since you already felt him staring at you. you looked at him as you licked your spoon clean and he breathed in deep.

“something like that,” he said and stood up straight, walking around to you and now standing in front of you, leaning his body against the counter to mimic your stance.

“dustin’s my friend, you know that, and you're like, wow you know? it's hard to, control myself,” he slightly admits, beginning to watch as you sensually lick ice cream from your spoon again after you dipped into the pint for another scoop.

“mhm,” you hummed in agreement, eyes never leaving his. you weren't phased by his confession, you already knew. he tried to not show how in love he was with you, but failed miserable every time.

“i can’t do anything to ruin that, he’d hate me forever,” eddie said slowly, too enchanted by the way your tongue glides over the spoon.

“i don’t know what you mean, eddie,” still keeping up with your shenanigans, wondering if he’d snap any time soon.

“really? the short skirts, showing your cleavage, walking around here with no bra when i’m around, like you want me to die really,” he said dramatically, his hands waving in the air and you smiled, putting the ice cream down.

“that’s just how i dress, eddie. plus this is my house, i can wear whatever i want,” you gleamed and he huffed.

“i won’t lie though, some things i do wear for you. like this, i know you like black. and i know you like when i don’t wear a bra, i see you staring at them all of the time,” you said stepping closer to him as his fingers grip the edge of the counter. he was silent, he couldn't talk. embarrassed at the fact that you actually noticed his not so obvious yet obvious stares.

“do you wanna feel them eddie? or do you just want to stare from a distance and jerk off in the bathroom when i leave?” his face turned a bright red, remembering the times he’d have to leave early or go to your bathroom to deal with what you caused.

“yes,” he answered without thinking, stepping towards you so that there is only a small gap between the two of you. your head turns upwards to look at him as he looks down between the two of you, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath.

“do you want me to-” you began but eddie shook his head quickly.

“shut up,” he demanded, pressing his lips into yours firmly. but it wasn’t like you expected.

normally when you made out with guys, it was boring and dull. there was no excitement, no crave, no desire, it felt like nothing to you. but feeling eddie’s lips on yours practically made your knees buckle, so soft and gentle yet still needy, begging for more. you feel his tongue slide against your lips and you part them slightly, letting him invade your mouth as your tongue fought with his. heavy breathing, panting, soft moans coming from you and occasional groans from eddie as his hands rested at your waist, just to inch upwards on your skin and up your shirt.

he pulled away breathlessly, leaving you flushed and aching for me as his eyes trained on your midsection, watching the piece of fabric lift with every inch he went up.

“you, you are so fucking dangerous,” he said roughly, his black fingernails skimming against the curves of your body, his hands rubbing on your rolls, pressing them into your back to pull you closer.

you could tell his touch was so needy, so eager to feel all of you all at once.

“what makes me dangerous? is it my incredibly intimidating face?” you smiled, watching his eyes grow dark with every touch on your body.

“mm, no baby, you have a pretty face.” he said, more confident than ever now that he knows this little game of yours was over. baby. the pet name sending a shock of pleasure straight to your core that you has to press your thighs together. he noticed.

his hands move to your midsection again, finally deciding to raise the tank top up off of your body. this was risky, you knew that. you were exposed in the very public kitchen that anyone could walk in at any moment, pressed against the counter now with eddie teasing his way around your large breasts.

“holy fucking shit.” he breathed as he cupped them in his hands, massaging and feeling over every inch of skin. he bounced them in his hands, pushed them together to see them fall to their natural state, and immediately brought his lips to the curve of your breast and slowly towards your hardened nipple. he wanted to savor all of you, to feel you and memorize what you liked and what you looked like under all these clothes.

“eddie?” you whispered as he stuffed his face in between your tits as he pushed them up, making you smile boyishly.

“mmmhm?” he hummed, shaking his head in your chest and you tug his hair up, sending a jolt to eddie’s crotch and making him wince.

“do you want me?” you asked, looking at his face in the dull light, wanting to bask in his gaze. you loved the slight stubble on his jaw, how his nose was lightly peppered with small freckles, the way his lips looked so pink and swollen—it drove you crazy.

“fuuuck yes, yes i want you, are you crazy?!” he whisper-shouted, making you blush and pull your lip in between your teeth.

“show me,” you teased, moving your hand from gripping his hair and on his shoulder. he was so quick with grabbing your wrists and practically pulling you upstairs into your bedroom, shutting the door by pressing you up against it. it was so quick, you didn’t even feel shame in the fact that you only had your bottoms on going up your stairs.

“i would’ve loved to fuck you over that kitchen counter, but i’d rather not have dustin and our friends see me sinning with his older sister,” he said as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck and leaving small kitten licks and kisses on your skin.

“thank you,” you breathed, holding him tight to your body.

you did feel a bit bad about engaging with eddie like this, you knew it was a bad mistake as dustin’s sister. this was his best friend, and here you are in your bedroom with your tank top down stairs, feeling the way he’s pressed up against you.

“mm, don’t thank me yet, sweetheart,” he grinned into your collarbone.

“since i can’t fuck you over the counter, i think we’ll just have to settle for that little vanity you got,” his voice was so dark, so deep that you didn’t even really recognize who it was. it made you drip into your panties, and immediately you let out a tiny whine.

eddie moved you to the white, pristine vanity you had where you sat and did your makeup everyday. it wasn’t much, but it did come with a mirror and the thought of watching eddie fuck you from the back like that became too intense for you.

you instinctively bent over still in your short shorts, watching eddie behind you as he softly throws his head back and releases a long ‘fuuuuck’ as you swayed your hips gently against his crotch. he rubbed over the globes of your ass, teasing his fingers at the hem of your shorts.

“i can’t believe you’re bent over like this for me,” he says as he removed his black shirt and stepped out of his sleep pants, only leaving the fabric of his boxers strained against his hard on. you felt it in the kitchen, and you feel it even more now pressing against your ass. you whimpered a little, trying to rub against him until he gripped your meaty hips and stilled your movements.

“you gotta be good for me, okay baby? let me take my time,” he cooed, rubbing over the wideness of your hips and ass as he met your eyes in the mirror. he lingered his fingers around your waist band and slowly tugged your shorts down, leaving you completely bare, and leaving eddie feeling like he could cum just from the fabric of his boxers rubbing against his tip.

“no fucking panties?” he questioned, standing back up as he stared at your bare ass, moving your cheeks to spread and reveal both your holes.

“i, i forgot,” you lied, looking at his body through the mirror. the only light that’s shining on the both of you is the orange hue from the street lights in your neighborhood, the shadow of your window blinds casting on eddie right now. you liked the way his pale body looked under that glow, the way his patch work tattoos mixed together well, some looked lighter than others and the bigger ones were more complex. you wanted to inspect each and every one, know the meaning of them, why he got them.

“i know you didn’t forget, baby. you don’t have to lie to me,” he said and got on his knees to become face to face with your bare pussy. even though you were a little insecure about the way you looked down there, you tried to be as confident as ever just in case it wasn’t what a man was attracted to. you’ve met men who preferred skinny women, or men who didn’t like the way you looked down there because you were ‘too big.’

eddie’s hands gripped your ass and thighs firmly, spreading them as he pleased and watching the way your lips spread to reveal your wetness leaking out of you.

“fuck, fuck im so,” he tried to say but he was losing it. he was going feral at the thought of you being this wet and dripping for him, losing it at the fact he had you bent over naked for him, whimpering and moaning for him.

“is, is it too much?” you cringed inwardly at yourself, shutting your eyes and resting your face on your hands that are folded on the vanity.

“what? no what? too much, what do you mean?” he said, standing up and looking at you through the mirror, still gripping your ass.

“like, am i too, um, fat?” you asked. you knew how ridiculous you sounded, how insecure you sounded. but it truly wasn’t like that for you, you were worried more so about the fact that eddie wouldn’t be big enough to pleasure you. you weren’t much of a size person, but if you wanted to ride someone it would be a bit hard to do that with someone who was 5 inches, for you at least.

“what the fuck? absolutely fucking not, oh my god, baby you are so fucking sexy. i’m literally drooling over this pussy, please i need to ruin you,” he begged, slapping your ass a bit and kissing over the sting. his kisses led him to your inner thigh, and moved his lips to kiss over your wet pussy lips that were pushed together by your thick thighs, and you sucked in a breath as you felt his tongue slide up to collect your slickness, and moving in between your lips.

“eddieee, fuck eddie what are you doing,” you asked as he moved his hand to use his middle and ring finger to rub gently over your cunt, spreading your pussy lips and letting his tongue find your clit swiftly, sucking and slurping as you spread your legs a little more.

“i’m eating this pretty pussy,” he mumbled against your cunt, going back to wrapping his lips around your clit as he licked and sucked, sending you to bite your arm to shush yourself. you saw the way he gripped your ass with his other hand, felt how he kept slapping at your skin, spreading one cheek as his other hand was finding your hole with his fingers.

“fuck, fuck eddie please, please make me cum,” you begged, squirming and moving your legs as you tried to grip the table itself to keep from thrashing. it was so overbearing, the fact that he was so handsome and sexy, and he was buried in your cunt.

“mmmm, baby,” he hummed against your folds, making you jolt and cry a bit. he removed his lips with a pop, letting his tongue lick up your juices on his lips, and watching as his fingers sank into your tight hole. his mouth practically fell open as he watched you stretch around his digits, and watching your eyes through the mirror roll back and your mouth open.

“that feel good baby? am i making you feel good?” he asked against your thigh, pumping his two fingers in and out of you as your breathing started to pick up, your back arching against the table.

“fuck baby, yes yes it feels so good, please don’t stop don’t fucking stop eddie,” you begged, reaching your arm back to grab at his head and pull him back to your cunt, making eddie even more excited at your neediness. he didn’t even realize how turned on his was until he found himself palming his cock through his boxers as you kept his head in place with your hand and rutted against his tongue and fingers. it was hands down the sexiest thing he’d ever felt, letting you use him to get yourself off and grind into his face, he was so desperate for you he found himself moaning into your cunt.

he was going crazy, and it wasn’t until he finally grabbed your hand and moved it so he could use the hand he was palming his cock with to spread your ass, and move his tongue from your clit to your asshole. he used your juices he collected with his tongue and spit directly on your hole, still letting his fingers pump in and out of your hole, but letting his tongue find his way between your cheeks.

“oh my god, oh my f- eddie, please don’t stop please fuck, i need it, i need you please,” it was your begging that made him feel drunk, the sound of you so desperate and so willing to do anything just so you can feel good, his mind was focused on you and only you. he actually forgot where he was for a moment, and let himself eat your holes out as he pleases.

“eddie, fuck i swear i’m gonna cum, please can i please cum?” he didn’t even tell you that you had to beg for your release, he didn’t even expect that you wanted permission, and now that he knows he doesn't want to give it to you just yet. he was loving the way you looked right now, how fucked out and desperate you looked, how sex just dripped from your pleadings.

“not yet pretty girl,” he said, his face covered in your juices and still, he wanted more. he moved his tongue back down to your hole where he decided to slowly add a third finger, letting his tongue trace around the way your cunt gripped his fingers.

“s’ too much, eddie please let me cum,” you felt the tears sting your eyes, and you didn’t even realize you were crying until you finally moved your head from the table and to look in the mirror, seeing your puffy eyes and red face, the tears leaking from your eyes. all you could see was the way his arms and hands were gripping your backside, yet the obscene slurping and moaning made it too intense for you to keep watching him devour you. you felt how his head shook and moved in your cunt, how his lips and tongue worked so beautifully on your clit, you even felt how the tip of his nose rubbed against your slit. it was so much, so overwhelming, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“tell me it’s mine, tell me this pussy is mine,” he said, moving his lips to kiss over your thighs again. you felt the way his fingers curved into you, hitting your soft spot that made you want to explode. your eyes couldn’t keep open, you felt like you were going cross eyed with the way you felt. never have you felt like this from getting head before, never felt so excited and so wet, you’ve never felt so needy the way eddie made you feel.

“eddie, it’s all yours, fuck it always has been, this pussy’s yours, please,” you cried, making sure you were only loud enough for him to hear.

“mm, that’s all i wanted to hear baby, cum for me, cum on my face,” he said and moved his lips back to your cunt, his tongue working feverishly now on your clit, sucking, grazing his teeth against your nub, licking and even using the fingers that were inside of you to replace his tongue and let his fingers work your clit.

“i’m, fuuuck, fuck i’m cumming, i’m fu-” you moaned, letting your body go limp on the table as your legs shook, your release coating his tongue and face as he kept fucking your hole with his tongue. you were practically biting down on your hand, his tongue still going and sending you into a spiral.

“baby, please, i can’t,” you gasped, begging him to halt. he finally releases you, the slurping and wet sounds no longer as he stood up and rubbed his hands over your ass while he pushed his erection into your wet cunt. he reached and grabbed you by your neck, pulling your naked body to his chest as he looks at your figure in the mirror. his left hand moves around your jiggly body, gripping at your tummy that bulges out slightly, squeezing everywhere and grabbing your cunt with his whole hand.

“this all mine, pretty baby? only for me?” he asked again in your ear, moving his hand to grip your tits and playing with your nipples.

“yes eddie fuck, please. make me yours? i wanna be yours,” you begged, your voice hoarse and weak, sounding completely different than your usual snarky tone. he couldn’t help but smirk to himself, having you like putty in his hands when the whole time you made him nervous.

his. yours. mine. the words eddie has craved to hear, he’s dreamed of cumming to you telling him you’re his. he’s wanted you for so long and here you are, all fucked out against his chest and still begging for more. he couldn’t help but move his boxers down to fall at his ankles, letting his cock spring free against your ass and quickly slipping it between your thighs, right against your pussy. through the mirror, you could see the tip of his cock peeking through your plush thighs, and watched as he fucked your thighs using the slickness from your cunt.

“fuck, this pussy’s so fucking wet for me, you want me to fuck you? maybe you’ll stop teasing me when i’m over here if i finally stretch you out, hm? what do you think?” he panted, enjoying the feeling of your thighs pressing against his cock, stopping before he could cum.

“please fuck me, i’ll be good, please,” you whined, moving your hand to feel the tip of his cock, feeling him buck his hips and hearing a low growl from his throat. he pulls you back with him, still pressed against his chest, even after you fall back on top of him when he decided to sit on your bed against the wall. now, he has your legs spread in the air with the back of your head pressed against his shoulder as he peers over your shoulder to watch you spread all for him. you can feel his hard cock against your asshole, seeing it over your cunt and moving your hips to coat his cock with your juices.

“uh-uhn, i’m not done,” he grumbled, keeping your legs spread and watching the way your pussy lips spread open with the way your legs were in the air, and how easy it was to access your clit and rub your wetness over your hole and clit.

he moved his hand to push his cock against your cunt, rubbing it between your fat lips making sure his tip hits right at the hood of your clit.

“can i suck it?” you asked shyly, you couldn’t help but moan at the size of it and seeing it rub against your pussy. “‘s so big,” you finished and he blushed, throwing his headback with a groan. he wanted to hear you ask him to suck him off over and over again, the way you sounded so small and shy about it, how you actually wanted to take him in your mouth. he'll definitely be thinking about that now.

“fuck, what i’d give to feel those lips right now, but not tonight baby. i need to be inside you, right fucking now,” he groaned and finally pushed his cock at your hole, feeling his tip intrude and slide in slowly. he wanted to try to get you used to the feeling of him stretching his way inside you, but slowly realized it was him who needed to get used to how tight your cunt sucked him in.

“oh my fuck, i could fuckin’ cum right now,” he groaned as he relaxed inside you, adjusting you on top of him so he could see better and you were better pressed against his chest. he could see everything from the way he’s looking down behind you, he could see your eyes fighting to stay open as he slid inside, and the way your legs squirmed trying to stay open.

“you’re doing so good for me, pretty girl, so good,” he praised, awakening something inside you. somehow, he made you want to do everything right to hear him tell you how good you’re doing for him.

“eddieeee,” you whined as you felt yourself sink onto all of him, watching your hips begin to move on his trying to fuck yourself on him.

“what baby? you need more?” he asked as he gripped your belly, loving the way it looked with your knees almost at your chest.

“harder, please,” you begged, throwing your head back to look up at him, just as he looked down at you with your eyebrows pinched and your mouth open. he smiles, kissing all over your face as he began to fuck up into you faster and harder, moving to watch your tits and tummy bounce with every thrust. he decided to take your legs and hold them open while still on top of him, slapping at your thighs and whispering dirty things in your ear. all you can muster out are occasional moans and cries, whining his name out.

“gotta be quiet sweetface, don’t need anyone hearing you moan my name for me like that, only me baby,” he groaned. you could feel the rumble of his chest against your back as you watch him slide in and out of you. you were cockdrunk at this point, so dumb and fucked out that you can’t form a coherent sentence.

eddie felt like he was losing himself in you, the way you squeezed your walls around him and cried out how big he was made him want to be more than inside you. he really wanted to crawl inside your skin and be with you twenty four seven, he wanted to be the piece of gum stuck at your shoe just so he’s near you. he was desperate for you in every way and it showed in each thrust.

“need you on your back, baby,” he grunted and slipped out of you, moving your body to be laying underneath him rather than on top of him. he moved your legs harshly, spreading them apart and slapping your pussy just to watch it recoil with every slap.

“such a pretty fucking pussy baby, can’t believe it’s all mine,” he said moreso to himself. he was rubbing up and down your thighs and belly with his cock rubbing against your entrance, watching you squirm and beg for him.

“i love your cock so fucking much, please fuck me,” you begged in a whisper, and he gripped your belly when he decided to finally slip back inside you, watching the way your tits were pressed together and nearly covering the bottom of your face.

“mm, fuck you’re so pretty like this,” he said as he brought his hand to your chin, his thumb rubbing over your lips as he slid inside you again, this time a little more rougher than last time. when he slid inside, you gave him the opportunity to slip his thumb in your mouth when you moaned softly, and you instantly wrapped your lips around his thumb and started sucking and licking on it like it was his cock.

he was in a trance watching you, and feeling your walls clench down on him at the same time. he couldn’t believe you wanted him like this, and how nasty you were for him, he kind of forgot about you being anyone’s sister.

you decided to bite down a bit on his thumb and watched as he winced, but felt the way his cock twitched inside of you. the pace he was going was harsh and rough, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass was something he didn’t even try to conceal. instead, his own groans and moans were getting a little louder, the both of your moans mixing together.

“eddie, it feels so good, fuck you’re so perfect,” you cried with his thumb still in your mouth and he leaned down, kissing your face and neck trying to reposition himself and angle differently. when he did, you could actually feel the air slip inside and the next thrust he hit, you and he both heard the sound of you queefing, immediately feeling embarrassed and wanting to cover your face.

“mmm, fuck she’s talkin’ to me baby,” he said in a smile while he kept pumping his cock in and out of you. you giggled and hit his chest, telling him to shut up and keep fucking you, trying to ignore the embarrassing noise your own vagina made.

“c’mon, she sounds so fucking good, so fucking wet for my cock, yeah?” he cooed, sending electricity down to your clit and making you arch your back. when you do, he takes the chance to catch your nipple in his mouth and nip and suck at it.

“fuck eddie, you’re filling me up so fucking good, s’full of you,” you tugged at his curls and kept his head on your chest, feeling the impeccable stretch of his large cock. it was so girthy, so long that you felt like you were being split in half. it was painful, and that made it even more pleasurable. the way the patch of hair above his cock was rubbing against your sensitive clit made you cry out, scratching and scarring his back as you heard his groans and moans become more visceral, harsher, and you felt the way his hips started to buck and stutter.

it was when he released your tit to meet your eyes, and wrapped his hand around your neck, gently squeezing—that’s when you immediately felt the tug in your tummy, your thighs and legs tensing as you watched the way he lost control inside of you. you felt even hornier watching his body form a sheet of sweat, his face contorting into pure pleasure, and you felt how his cock reached the deepest part of your cervix.

“fuck, look at that, creaming all over my cock, fuck princess cum for me, cum all over me, make a fuckin’ mess please,” he begged, kissing your lips, still being able to taste yourself on him from earlier. your hand went up to grab his wrist, beginning to buck your hips against his and feeling the burst of pleasure flood through your body, making your legs shake and your moans muffle against his lips. you were still gripping his wrist when he finally pulled back to watch you ride out your orgasm, and he felt like he could cum right then and there. your body was arching for him, aching for more of his touch, bouncing with each thrust, your body littered with purple bruises from giving you hickeys everywhere, how out of it you looked—he needed to cum.

“where do you want it baby? where do you want my cum?” he asked you, releasing your throat and kissing over the place his hand was.

you didn’t think about it for a minute. you wanted him in all his glory, you wanted every bit of him. you craved it for so long, that you’d be stupid not to tell him where you wanted it exactly.

“inside, please eddie, wanna feel you fill me up, need it,” your sentence was not correct, but it got the point across. you didn’t even have to make sense, the minute you said inside he was a goner. he pumped inside you a few more times before thrusting hard one last time, jerking and twitching inside of you as he covered his groans in your flesh.

“fuck, dude you’re so fucking amazing,” he breathed as his body collapsed on yours, his face shoved into your chest.

“did you just call me dude after you came inside of me?” you asked, making sure you heard right. it was funny to you, it was just so eddie.

he rolled over off of you, pulling out at the same time and laying next to you on his back.

“yeah, uh, sorry. force of habit,” he said sheepishly and turned his head to you, trying to read your facial expressions.

“can i clean you up? before i go, uh back downstairs. i don’t want dustin asking where i am just to find me with his sister,” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“he’s a big boy. i think he can handle knowing you like me.” you said and watched him.

“still. he’s my friend, i’d like to tell him on my own terms.” uou couldn’t help but smile, turning your body on your side to face him better and bring your hand to his face.

“you’re the sweetest, you know?” you said and rubbed your fingers over his jaw and stubble.

“i think it’s safe to say you’re the sweetest,” he said referring to the fact that he did very much in fact devour you whole on your vanity desk.

“i’m gonna shower, so don’t worry about cleaning me up. maybe next time, i’m a girl who likes a bit of aftercare.” you said and kissed his lips softly, softer than you did when he was inside you. he kissed back and reached to pull you closer, wanting more of you. you put your hand on his chest and pulled back, leaving him breathless.

“so, this isn’t a one time thing?” he asked as he tried to breathe normal again. the both of you sat up to gather your clothes and as he put them in, you stood up and walked to your dresser, grabbing a pair of panties, a shirt and some shorts not bothering to cover yourself as he gets dressed again.

the second he’s full dressed and standing, you walk up to him with your naked body still pressed against his body, and raise yourself up on your tip-toes to kiss his lips once more.

“i really hope not.”

[heareriissmau]

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mha kacchako!smau

disclaimer: if you don't like kacchako step away. this smau is only for fun. also this is gonna be filled with a lot of curses or expletives because bakugo.

genre: comedy, romance, slow burn, crack, tooth-rotting fluff summary: After the big war of today's generation, the popularity of Class 2A skyrocketed even before their debut as Pro-Heroes. Which comes with a price. The most popular students in class are getting way too much attention to the extent of being stalked. So, the students brainstormed ideas on how put a halt on these harrassments. Or; Class 2A opts for Bakugo and Uraraka to fake date to get rid of each other's strange fans. ship: Bakugo Katsuki x Uraraka Ochako (My Hero Academia)

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word count: 1,720

katsuki semi-slams the cluster of books on the table. not loud enough to be glared at by the librarian for the second time, but loud enough to express his vexation over his project partner's tardiness. it has been well over 5 minutes, where the hell is she?

he pushes his phone away with a grunt, opening one of the books to start studying. twenty minutes already passed. he's never one to waste time.

thinking about this had him pissed off again.

"she's in charge of collecting homework today." the two-toned boy sitting across katsuki reminded, not sparing a single glance at the latter. "just saying. in case you forgot."

katsuki huffed through his nose. "of course i knew that." he did not. he did forget, so he mentally forgave his cheeky partner for not showing up at the designated time. doesn't change the fact that ochako didn't bother give him a heads up before she left!

"guess it's fine she isn't here yet," the raven-head sitting beside shoto spoke and rested a palm over her chin, observing the blond. katsuki noticed neither of them mentioned ochako's name on purpose. kyoka continued, leaning a little closer to whisper, "not much onlookers today."

she made a good point. it's rare on occasion to see the library be not filled to the brim with curious students openly watching them like hawks. it was a curse to be popular.

"aren't you a girl, too?"

"probably not."

katsuki raised his eyebrow at kyoka for the dumb response, which the raven-head shrugged at in deadpan.

it's 'cause kyoka is taken.

guess fangirls knew to respect a relationship, even if one hasn't been established yet. this left a shudder down the blond's spine. the word 'dating' has been haunting him recently. let's think about something else.

why isn't uraraka ochako here yet?

katsuki has already had the one page he's been reading over and over memorized while waiting. he could've started by himself but she borrowed his laptop to work on her part of the report. this was getting nowhere. he checked the time on his phone. 5:45 pm.

"if you need her so bad, why don't you go look for her?"

he absolutely did not like the teasing tone underneath kyoka's voice and it didn't help that he found her smiling at him like a damn cheshire cat. she's definitely mina's friend.

the twitch on katsuki's eye was beyond his control. "she ain't lost." he checked the messages on his phone for good measure, earning a snicker from the girl.

"it seems to me you're worried about her," shoto finally spoke again while taking his time writing notes for his report. "the way your leg has been bouncing up and down under the table the last several minutes is annoying, bakugo."

katsuki didn't even realize his anxiety was showing. wait, anxiety? who's anxious?! god-

fine.

he considers ochako a friend now, maybe. a friendship orchestrated by a frog every lunch break. whatever. sure. it's harmless to admit he's worried about her whereabouts and it's not weird just because she's a girl.

girls are so fucking weird.

"she could be terrorized by that kid that likes her, for all i know," katsuki blurted out of nowhere.

"so you are worried about her?" kyoka questioned.

"whatever you wanna call it." katsuki was tired.

"how sweet. hope you get worried about me, too." katsuki considered shoving a book in shoto's mouth.

"anyway, if it helps," kyoka's earlobe jack slithers back up to its original length and twirls it around at the blond like a pointer finger casting a spell at him. "there's a familiar giggle i heard in the hallway. that should be her."

as if on reflex, katsuki stood up from his seat, catching the attention of both his classmates. he blinked.

"i'mma go piss."

"gross."

"sure. of course, you are."

he nodded at no one, "be right back," and exits the library. he paid no mind to the stares bored onto his back by those two. they already know where he's actually headed anyway.

shoving both his hands in his pockets, katsuki walked down the halls and roamed his eyes discreetly around the long corridor. also completely passed the restrooms as he did. he'll go later. from a few feet away, he finally found the very girl he's wondered where the hell has been all this time, talking with a dude.

jesus, could you tell her to get a room? katsuki rolled his eyes before turning around about to leave her there until ochako saw him. her cheery, jolly expression then immediately turned sour. she widened her eyes at him, brows furrowed, lips pursed tightly. katsuki thought she looked like she was about to let out a fat shit while the dude with her was turned away, trying to find something from his backpack.

wait.

wait.

ochako's expression now looked like she was about to cry while letting out a fat shit. he pieced it together. right in front of her was the same dude trying to get into her pants even after getting rejected over and over. from the looks of it, she could be signalling katsuki to offer her help.

now, what was he supposed to do???

he scratched his head and watched as ochako still made a crying face at him. flailing an arm to get him to come until she quickly snapped out of it, back to her fake smile when her stalker turned to her again and gave her unwanted undivided attention. katsuki was very tired.

"oi, cheeks."

he finally approached. the stalker turned to the direction of the voice and flinched at the sight of the very bakugo katsuki looming behind him. that's right, get scared. "i've been waiting for an hour for you and this is where you've been?"

that wasn't a lie. though an hour was an exaggeration, but nevertheless the sense of relief painted on ochako's face was absolutely priceless. what have they been talking about for her to react like this from getting found?

"sorry, bakugo-kun! a bunch of stuff happened so," the brunette sheepishly responded and slid away from the other kid. she stood right next to katsuki like a little cat that got sprayed with water.

she turned back to the first year, presenting her usual chirpy self, "anyway, asahi-kun! what were you saying?" as if she actually cared about what he said at this point.

the kid, apparently called asahi, had his mouth agape. his eyes shifted back-and-forth from ochako to katsuki. must have been confused by the combination. "i was about to ask if you're free to go to an exhibit with me this friday?!" the ahashi kid held out the tickets to her face.

ochako made this strange apologetic look as she said, "oh, i'm sorry. we're workin' on our assignment. i'm sure you'll find somebody else to hang out with!"

oof.

wow, she's had it, huh?

that is not something ochako would usually say.

the look of confusion rather than dejected sadness that resulted on the azashitty's face was katsuki's answer. he must've been incredibly egotistic to only be confused ochako had rejected him. "then what about another day? are you free-"

alright. katsuki got the gist of it.

"are we done here?"

his voice exploded from the patience that has been lost since he left the library, startling the kid in the process. "she said no, didn't she? the hell are you still yapping for? you really think over-insisting would get her to say yes? you made out of fucking gold or something?"

"don't be too loud, bakugo-kun."

"wh- w- what's it to you?! m- mind your own business!" he looked like he was about to pee on the spot. a wimp, after all.

"'mind my own business,' he says," katsuki scoffed, maintaining eye contact with the first year. indimidation works so why not use more of it. "what if i told you it is my business? i'm the one she's hanging out with this friday anyway." it's for their project but he can be smug about that too.

ochako badly wanted to roll her eyes to the back of her head, but she didn't. "let's just go to the library." she tried to avoid the whole debacle and go back but katsuki held her in place. he wrapped an arm around her neck.

this felt ominous.

"y- you? okay? what's that supposed to mean?" the kid seemed to be bothered at the sudden skinship. ochako and katsuki were always seen together, in the same group of friends. to add, ochako has always been the clingy type of friend. she's found to be linking arms with, holding hands with, resting her head against her closest friends from class but never with katsuki. the very dude that disliked skinship, a complete opposite of ochako.

so, what's going on right now could very well be a nightmare fuel.

ochako sighed. "well, he isn't wrong.

"we're partners fo-"

"we're dating."

there was silence.

the partners made eye contact. one just as surprised as the other. ochako stared right at him with crazy eyes. katsuki guessed she must've been losing it inside.

"WHAT?" but not as much as the kid before them.

the blond decided to stand his ground, breaking eye contact with the girl in his arm. "yeah," his voice cracked.

"uraraka-senpai!" the kid shifted his attention to the poor internally spiraling ochako. he just doesn't stop, doesn't he? "since when? why haven't you told me anything?! all this time i've just been stupidly chasing over someone that's taken?!"

ochako's eyebrows furrowed at the demand for an explanation. as well as the absurdity of this conversation. especially from a literal extra. "i think we're done here, asahi-kun. i would like for you to stop bothering me anymore, or i will actually call faculty on you."

ochako unhooked katsuki's arm dangling around her and held his hand, pulling him to the library with her. they walked silently, or not considering the incoherent shouts coming from a certain student.

just now did katsuki realize what he had done.

"holy fucking shit."

ochako stopped to give him a blank stare.

"... my bad."

"remember this is your fault."

"fine."

both students decided it was best to not proceed with their previous objective back at the library.

⸻ part 10: patience wasn't the key

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heights alliance secrets:

denki cried on priv, asking kyoka to unblock him. he apologized.

kyoka was eavesdropping. shoto, too.

toru sent ochako one-word messages frantically that it amounted to over 50 messages notified on ochako's end.

katsuki was then given another reason to save ochako's number.

oh and they went to the courtyard because acads comes first. also, ochako needed some time to chill before coming back to the dorms and be met with interrogation.

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[lipstickstainedreid]

Jet nap, Spencer Reid oneshot

First oneshot i wrote, I also just got my wisdom tooth taken out so I might be delirious rn

fluffy oneshot, no cw, sfw

1429 words

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It was a long couple of days figuring out the last case. Finally, you are in the comfortable seats of the jet. You sit down on the grey couch and stretch your legs. Jawing you realise just how tired you are. 

Morgan, Prentis and JJ are already deep in conversation sitting at the table. 

Hotch and Rossi swiftly follow. Rossi quickly sits down to scribble something in his notebook while Hotch goes to tell the pilot to take off. 

Reid comes in last, he seems deep in thought. His eyes snap up to yours. You give him a small smile. His long legs clad in dark brown pants stride the short distance across the plane. 

“May I?” He points to the empty seat on the couch beside you. 

You nod stifling another jawn. 

As he sits down you notice the small distance between you. The soft brush of his knee against yours sends small tingles down your spine. 

Reid bends down to rummage through his leather bag. A red paperback is fished from the satchel. He scooches a little to get comfortable and opens the book. 

You can practically feel the heat from his body with how close he is sitting. He has to be doing this on purpose you think to yourself. Of course, he could just not be noticing it. But a guy like Spence? who is so aware of germs and won’t let anybody share his drink. It is almost suspicious. 

“Whatcha reading?” 

“Hm?” The boy next to you furrows his brown turning to you. 

“Sign Of Four from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.”

You reach out your hand. He marks the page before passing you the book. You look at the cover and read the back. 

“Looks cool.”

He gives you a little nod. Usually, you guys can talk for hours about anything and everything but there is a blanket of tiredness falling over the entire jet now that you’ve taken off. Even the trio at the table is simmering down. 

Reid opens the book again, but, you interrupt. “Spence, can I read with you? I didn’t bring anything.” You smile apologetically. 

He gives you a little confused look. 

You practically melt at how sweet he looks. His hazel eyes studying your face, trying to find out if you’re serious.

He is a colleague, you have to find a way to get rid of this crush. Ever since you started at the BAU the tall man caught your attention. Sure, it was awkward at first. He barely talked to you. Over time you slowly warmed up to you and you now consider him one of your best friends. 

Still, he is your coworker and you can’t have a crush on him. Especially not when you work with the best profilers in the country. How nobody mentioned it to you yet is a wonder. 

Reid seems to have made up his mind. 

“Yeah of course.” His voice slightly cracks near the end of his sentence. He gulps and moves as close as possible without actually touching you. He moves his arms so the book is now held between you two. 

“Thanks!” You smile gratefully at him and you are sure a small blush is creeping up his face that wasn’t there before. 

You turn back to face the book. 

Just before you can read a full sentence the page gets turned. You quickly pick up reading but before you’re even halfway through the page Spencer does it again.

“Spence…” You sigh “Can you please wait a little before turning the page?”

“But I finished reading it?”

“Yeah I know but, I need a little bit longer. Not everybody is a super genius” You joke. 

Both of you start to read the next page and you can tell Reid is waiting longer for you to finish. You give him a little hum of acknowledgement so that he can turn the page.

You two keep reading about the adventures of Sherlock Homes. 

Your eyes start feeling heavy. You lazily keep reading the words while slumping a little into the couch. 

Detective Holmes is running around the streets of London, looking for clues. The sound of his dress shoes echoing in the small alleyway. You halt mid-alley when the man in front of you does too. Sherlock bends down to pick something up. 

“Is she asleep?”

You hear the voice clear as day, except the mouth of the detective didn’t move.

“I…” 

You look around trying to figure out who’s talking.

“I think so, she just put her head down.”

Wait, you know that voice. That’s Reid. 

You slowly open your eyes, blinking against the light. 

“Pretty boy getting some action.” Morgans's voice taunts the young doctor.

You lift your head, rubbing your eyes. 

“Hey,”  Spence softly says next to you, “we just landed.”

Once you fully sit up with your eyes open you can see Derek making kissing faces at Reid while he walks out. 

Everybody seemed to have already left. It is just you and Reid on the jet.

“Did I fall asleep?” You ask

Spencer chuckles a little, trying to put his hair behind his ear. “Yeah after about five minutes you passed out on my shoulder.”

Oh no, it was already bad enough that you couldn’t stop staring at Spencer, but this set in stone that you are way more into him than you should be as colleagues. Everybody on the plane saw it as well. You could already hear Derek bullying you. 

And poor Spence, he must’ve been so uncomfortable having you all against him. 

You can feel your entire body flushing red.

“Spencer, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” 

The man’s gaze softens.  “y/n it’s okay, you were tired.”

“I know, but still, I know how you don’t like people touching you.” You quickly start packing your stuff to leave. 

“Really y/n I didn’t mind,” He looks away nervously “Some people I like having closer than others.” 

“That’s sweet Spence.” You smile at him when he looks back at you. 

You both get up to leave the jet. Even though Spencer was okay with everything. You still couldn’t really ignore what Derek was saying. Why was he making kissing noises at you? 

it probably would be best to let it be, still, some insecurities came up. 

“What was Morgan talking about?” You ask while making your way to the bullpen to get your last stuff. 

Spencer looks like he saw a ghost. 

“Oh..erm,” He starts fixing his clothes. “Nothing really… he was making a joke.”

His nervousness gives you a little hope. Maybe you can push him a little further.

“What about?”

You see the man next to you gulp. “About someone, he knows I like, but we don’t need to talk about it it’s not like she would like me anyway and even if she did it wouldn’t be responsible because…” He starts to ramble.

“Spence,” you chuckle a little while you grab his arm. He stops walking in the middle of a hallway. The taller man is looking everywhere except at you. His cheeks and ears flushed red. 

Could this really be, you think to yourself, the doctor Spencer Reid has a crush on you, Y/n Y/l/n?

You’re stomach is doing flips, but you need to be sure before you not only put your friendship but also potentially your job on the line.

“Why wouldn’t it be responsible?” You coo, eyes fluttering up at him.

“Well, according to FBI regulations, two agents can only be in a relationship if they share the same position. So, that results in not being able to get promoted. That is not even considering what would happen to the team if you didn’t like me back. 

Your chest erupts into butterflies when you hear the last sentence. Reids' eyes widen when he realises what he said. He is about to start to ramble again. 

You stand on your tiptoes and grab his shirt to pull him down a little. You press your lips on him to shut him up. 

His hands slowly make their way to your waist. It’s a little awkward and sweet. Just like Spencer. Fireworks erupt in your chest. You pull away a little.

“I like you too Spence.” You murmur against his lips. You feel him smile against your lips as he kisses you again. 

You didn’t expect your first kiss with Spencer to be in the middle of a hallway in the FBI building, but with him it’s perfect.

[yuri-is-online]

Sooo Tokyo debunker posted on their Twitter about ep 4

FIRST OF IM VERY EXCITED AND ALSO I DIDNT EXPECT A KAITO APPEARANCE

Maybe it’ll have something to do with either

1. Wanting to be human/normal again?

2. Maybe something about what he gave up for his wish/pact

3. His debt with Romeo? (Even though Luca paid for most of it)

Any predictions or hopes for this ep?

Kaito? My silly boy? I suppose I should have expected him to appear given that he is debt to Romeo and while I am glad to see him again... if anything happens to him we will have to blow the whole school up. agreed? agreed.

I think it probably has to do with his debt more than anything, his homescreen lines imply that he's always hard up for cash and not very good at managing his impulse buys, though a lot of it just seems to be from a want to do normal things with friends. He seems genuinely quite lonely. I won't rule out that it has something to do with wanting to be human again, but I think we'll find that a lot of general admission students have been going missing too and they're already human. So the likely answer is just money.

Predictions/Hopes:

We get involved to save Peekaboo because Taiga kidnapped him, probably as collateral for a debt Haru has. If anything happens to him we should be allowed to help Towa destroy their dorm.

Taiga doesn't remember shooting us in the prologue and probably doesn't care too much about it. I'm not too sure what to make of him but his intro line asking if we think he could have done anything different makes me think he could be a bit sweet on MC. Maybe. Sort of. Like eventually. I just hope he's a different flavor of hater than Leo and if I could be truly selfish I would want to see them fight. He gives big "kidnapped by the mafia" energy and as someone who never has touched or wrote any of those fics, I am prepared to enter my watpad era for you guys. I'll just probably start with Floyd because I have been having thoughts.

Tohma will continue being a sneaky slut. Does he have any connections in Sinostra? Does he want them? He mentions a spy in Book 2 and I feel in my spine that he might be suspicious of Haku. I certainly am, his intentions towards the school seem like they could be less than pure, even if he does seem to like MC.

Luca will be acting a fool if Kaito goes missing because protecting his people is important to him, but Jin won't let him do anything.

Leo will continue to cause problems on purpose and it will further strain his relationship with Sho. It will have something to do with Subaru and Hotarubi, possibly as a set up for the fifth book which will probably be about their dorm.

There seems to be a trend of MC's friends from the previous book having some stuff to say and this might be pure fucking crack but does anyone else get the sense that Taiga and Haru could be related? They've got different last names but are both bad with money and the same genre of ginger. Also don't think I've forgotten that Haru was a transfer to Jabberwock, I've got a slight suspicion that transfer was from Sinostra.

While I am doing lines, Obscuary, the dorm that's missing it's other characters right, I think the janitor we and Haru interact with is their dorm leader because he kind of looks like the guy facing away from the camera in the loading screen. Why he's working as a janitor and not wearing his uniform? No clue but Rui does have a line about taking out trash in on of his random campus encounters but again. This is pure speculation on my part. I do think he'll show up again in this book though. Maybe he's another one of Tohma's boy toys idk

[mostlyghostie]

hi, I really love looking at your art and the commissions people make! it's so satisfying to look at piles of books that people have loved.

this might be out of the blue, and only peripherally relevant, if at all (and please ignore if it is), but I was wondering what your thoughts, if any, on the differences between UK and north american paperbacks? it's the age old debate of, 'should you break the spine or not'; but I've noticed that in that UK paperbacks (and mass market paperbacks) are often much stiffer, and often will not open fully /unless/ the spine is cracked, as opposed to NA trade paperbacks (that are floppy and lie open by themselves), which renders this debate moot, almost, as some books do not require spine cracking at all.

[it has to do with the direction of paper grain in books, whether the grain runs parallel (floppy) or perpendicular (stiff) to the spine of the book]

I'm not sure where I wanted to go with this but I just wanted discuss it. thanks for your time, and I love your art!

Thanks for the explanation about the grain- I have wondered about this and thought it was a paper quality thing.

As I'm sure is obvious from my drawings, I actively enjoy breaking the spines as I read, I find you only have to do it once or twice in a book to access all the pages, then it stands up to lots more reads without further breakage. The issue I have with the US ones is that the covers themselves tend to be floppier and curl up if you bend the books in half, which doesn't happen with UK ones.

I do find that I often like North American literary fiction covers more than the UK ones, so I have a few on the shelves I've bought while on holiday. I am always a bit amazed how different fantasy/horror covers are between the regions though, I am not as keen on the very literal fantasy art and all the 'Number 1 bestseller!' bumf on US covers.

I'm obviously biased to what I'm used to, above all else I prefer secondhand books and below all else I hate dust jackets and often lose them on purpose. Also I like that books aren't subject to VAT in the UK, which makes them cheaper- buying books in Canada especially is much too pricey for me to do it too much, but I did lug home a very heavy 'Ducks' by Kate Beaton last time I went because I wanted to buy it from Nova Scotia.

[writer-with-a-lighter]

urban gods pt 1

It was a coincidence that my bar opened the same day the gods got banished to Earth. It took less than a month for them to find my place, and some seem to like it. They come back every now and then, all flashing eyes and silver rings. They scare me, but they also bring in business, so I can’t complain. 

Apollo comes here, often. When the sun is low and the smell of cigarettes blurs the room, he stumbles in, glowing like the sun— and usually just as high. He sits at the bar counter and orders two gin and tonics, then drinks them both, eyes heavy-lidded. Wasted as he might be, he’s charming, winking at the few waitresses and flashing that smile at me when I ask him if he wants another drink. “Aw, honey,” he always croons, “there’s something sweeter I want a taste of.” And then I usually tell him to go on and get out of my bar if he’s gonna be using that kind of language. When the sun’s rising again, he stumbles out the door, leaving pieces of solid gold at the counter. I always take them, and I’ve gotten a nice pair of shoes that way, but lately I’ve grown wary of those gold pieces. They glimmer strangely in the sunlight and they’re always cold to the touch. But Apollo is a god and his lust for shining things destroyed him, so I guess I can’t be surprised. 

Sometimes it’s Athena who walks in, gray-eyed and serious. She wears men’s slacks and a button-down shirt, and when she raises her fingers to ask for a drink, tattoos line her wrists. She likes wine, and I take care to remember she doesn’t like it sweetened. When she speaks, her voice wraps icy fingers around my spine. Searching, I think. She wants more knowledge. Always more. She knows all there is to know, but her fatal flaw is that it’s never enough. I’ve seen her wandering the streets, eyes filled with an empty fury as she searches the cracks in the sidewalk for more. She reads at the bar, old books in ancient Greek that I can’t decipher no matter how long I stare. When the sun is finally burning off the fog that hangs over the city, she leaves me with silver dollars and a headache that doesn’t seem to leave until the sun goes down. Her aegis is no longer a shield but a golden pin, fastened onto her coat. I once asked her who the snake-haired woman on the pin was, but she shook her head. “No one you know.” Athena is not entirely kind, but she is quiet, and I like quiet customers. 

Unless it’s Hades. He’s too quiet, bottomless eyes watching even when he’s not looking at you. His nose is crooked, no doubt broken by one of his ruthless brothers, but he wears it like armor, jutting his face out sullenly at anyone who looks at him wrong. He knocks back shot after shot and paints his nails, the smell curling around the room like thick ink. I asked him not to do that inside, once, and he looked at me. I fell right through his eyes, toppling over into deep water where scaled creatures waited. My heart slowed, a warning from the god of the dead, and it beats irregularly ever since. He walks with purpose, clad in an old, embroidered leather jacket and black jeans. The embroidered words on his jacket are the names of every mortal who defied him, before his banishment. I let him have his drinks for free— better safe than sorry. He paid me once, though, a handful of beads, dark like the pupils of some monster. Harpy eyes, he told me, and to this day I’m not sure whether I believe him. They sit on my dresser in a glass jar, and sometimes I wake in the night to see them staring at me. Hades sits for hours, often alone, listening to the jukebox play the same song. He’s partial to opera. Who would’ve known? 

[1islessthan3books]

Fourth Ring reread

Some qutes that piqued my interest or just resonated with me (Spoilers for Iron Flame)

They’re also the most cunning. There’s no such thing as outsmarting a black dragon. This one is a little over a hundred, which makes him about middle-aged. He’s revered as a battle dragon among their kind, and if not for him, we probably would have lost during the Tyrrish rebellion. Add to it that he’s a morningstartail, and he’s one of the deadliest dragons in Navarre.” Isn't it funny how a dragon "without of whom the revolution would probably win" is now one of the main dragons in revolution?

Do you think he could be plotting against Navarre and still have bonded Sgaeyl?” I ask, my cheek against his blanket.

“I did at first.” His hands move down my spine, pressing into the knots that made lifting my arms almost impossible that last half hour of training tonight. “But then I bonded Cath, and I realized that dragons would do anything to protect the Vale and their sacred hatching grounds. There’s no way any dragon would have bonded Riorson or any of the separatists if they weren’t honest about protecting Navarre. This bit didn't age well 😅 Or do we think Jacks intenions changed after the Treshing?

"And you know feathertails are useless in combat. They refuse to fight."

No one knows anything about feathertails, so I don’t know where Jack is getting his information, but I don’t have time to focus on his assumptions right now. Where did Jack get all the information about feathertails?

You’re making us look bad. Stop it.”

I’m clasped in Tairn’s claws. He’s actually…caught me instead of finding me unworthy and letting me fall to my death. “It’s not like it’s easy to stay on your back when you’re doing acrobatics!” I shout up. I love them! 🥺

I know exactly who and what you are, Violet Sorrengail.” 🤔🥺

The sun is close to setting behind the peaks, but there’s plenty of light to see the golden dragon up ahead, hovering as though it’s waiting. Maybe it didn’t choose a rider, but it will live to decide again next year, and that’s all that matters.

Or maybe it will see that we humans aren’t so great after all. Violet being overprotective of the golden dragon 🥺 "Humans aren't so great after all" 👀

"So if you fall, if you fail, there’s a good chance your dragon might let you if it thinks the unbonded will be a better choice.” I can't understand why a dragon would bond someone and then just change their mind

"Remind me to spend some time at temple so I can make multiple appeals to Dunne.” I keep my focus on Kaori, watching for when the maneuvers will start.

“The goddess of strength and war?” Tairn clearly scoffs this time.

“What, dragons don’t think we need the gods on our side?” Shit, it’s cold up here. My gloved hands tighten on the pommel.

“Dragons pay no heed to your puny gods.” This is really interesting to me. Who are the Gods? Are they from before they bonded with dragons? I have a feeling the Gods will be important in the next book/s.

There is nothing more sacred than the Archives. Even temples can be rebuilt, but books cannot be rewritten.

—Colonel Daxton’s Guide to Excelling in the Scribe Quadrant *cough cough except when you rewrite them on purpose*

I abhor the rituals and customs of the scribes. There would be nothing wrong with pulling my friend into a hug, but she’d be chastised for a loss of composure. After all, how could we know how earnest the scribes are about their work, how dedicated they remain, if they were to crack a smile? So only healers an infantry are allowed to show all/most emotions?

But in Navarre’s six-hundred-year history of unification, I’ve never read of a single rider losing their soul to their powers. The dragons keep us from that. I am sorry, but they don't keep you from that. 😥

“You are sad?” Andarna asks, her voice soft.

“Just visiting the Archives. No need to worry,” I tell her.

“It’s hard to love a second home as much as the first.” What is Andarna first home? If she was aware of the outside world even before she was hatched - which I believe she implys in the Iron Flame - she had a different home before the unification right?

“She’s a wingleader, Vi. I’m not about to question her integrity!” And that is the problem with society.

"And you!” Jeremiah turns, his gaze locking on Garrick. “Damn it all to hell. He’ll know about—” The shadows around Jeremiah’s feet snake up his legs in a heartbeat, winding around his chest until they cover his mouth in bands of black. This should have told me that Garrick and Xaden had some secrets!

We’re just correcting a mistake.”

“Dragons don’t make mistakes.” It's funny how on one hand dragons and riders can just kill other riders, but at the same time "Dragons don't make mistakes" 😆

Do not dare to try and read me, human, or you’ll regret it.” Tairn’s mouth opens, his tongue curling in a motion I know all too well. How could he read him? After Iron Flame we know he can read intentions, but Tairn also didn't know that? Or just in their mind bridge? Idk.

"Nature likes all things in balance,” Andarna says like she’s reciting facts, just like I do when I’m nervous. “That’s the first thing we’re taught.” ...

"Well not the first thing. The first thing is we shouldn’t bond until we’re full-grown.” She cocks her head to the side. “Or maybe the first is where the sheep are? I like goats better, though.” I love her. But I am also interested in how the balance works.

Sgaeyl answers. “A signet is a combination of our power with your own ability to channel. It reflects who you are at the core of your being.” But Violet was able to use power from Andarna to channel the lighting once in Iron Flames, right?

A mind reader is a capital offense. What happend to the dragon doesn't make mistakes? And why is that the capital offense, when most of grown-ups can shield? And from when is this the capital offense? My guess would be from when they changed history.

A memory has never been shared outside of a mating bond. It’s considered a violation.” And yet it Tairn has done it twice for Violet!

He has that effect on people, especially women. They either despise him for what his father did or want to fuck him for the same reason, just depends on where we are.” This should ring the alarm bells as well. Because now I think "depends on where we are" is Navarre vs Poromiel.

But he wasn’t a part of the rebellion.” I shake my head, trying to make sense of it. “He isn’t on the death roll of the executions from Calldyr.”

He was executed at our family’s house.” His features tighten. “Before it was given to another noble, of course. And yes, I watched as they did it that time, too. I already had the rebellion relic by then, but the pain was the same." Why did the execute him seperately?

“It was one of the final battles where gryphons and dragons actually worked alongside each other to annihilate the army of the Barrens,” the second-year continues. And now they are doing it again. I guess this was before the wards went up?

"No throwing!” Emetterio shouts from the sidelines, but Jack is already moving, barreling toward me with a series of kicks and punches that I’m not ready for. His fist slams into my cheek, and I feel the skin split. Someone broke one of few rules of challanges and everything he teacher does is short shout??

His sadistic grin and a red rim around his eyes are all I can see. I really should pay more attention to the physical descriptions.

I remember your father doing a bit of research about the second Krovlan uprising, and he mentioned something about feathertails, but we can’t seem to find that tome.” He scratches his forehead. ...

I know exactly where his notes are—in the one location he spent the majority of his after-hours time. Please recover all his research in next book and find out if he has useful notes about venin?

These are the thoughts families keep behind their doors so they can wear their polished, perfect reputations like armor when in public. Sounds too familiar 😅

It looks considerably smaller than the one he arrived with, and I don’t want to even think about what he’s left behind in order to force me out faster. Or did he smuggle some of the weapons? And Violet is feeling bad without of real reason?

Winning the War Games isn’t about strength. It’s about cunning. To know how to strike, you have to understand where your enemies—your friends—are most vulnerable. No one stays friends forever, Mira. Eventually those closest to us become our enemies in some way, even if it’s through well-intentioned love or apathy, or if we live long enough to become their villains.

—Page eighty, the Book of Brennan

The first time I read this I was like I want Rhi and Violet to stay friends for ever. And on the reread the last part - about become their villains - breaks my heart.

He stares at his coffee.

“You were—” I pause. “I don’t even know how old you are now.” Mira was right. I know almost nothing about him. And yet…I feel like I know who he is in the very marrow of his bones. Could my emotions be any more scattered when it comes to him?

“Twenty-three,” he answers. “My birthday was in March. Don't they all conscribe at age 20? Or was it more a question if he already had birthday thos year?

All because I didn’t want to be a killer. 💔💔

Everyone has a signet that isn’t just useful for battle. They’re tools for good in the world. And what the hell am I, Xaden? I’m a fucking weapon. 😥💔

And I can’t help but wonder if somewhere, on some plane of existence, Malek sits on his throne, angry that I stole a soul from his grasp. And here the many mentions of Malek/stealing from him start.

I’ll never understand why mind-reading is a death sentence.” I place my hand on Tairn’s leg like I can absorb his strength, even though I already feel it flowing through me.

“Because knowledge is power. As a general’s daughter, you should know that. We can’t have someone walking around with unfettered access to classified material. They’re a security risk to the entire kingdom.”

And yet Dain is living.

“Because Aetos will be useful to them as long as they can keep him under their control.” Tairn blasts a puff of steam over my head. My point exactly!

I miss the look on his face when he watched me come undone. But I miss the feeling of him curled around me in sleep more. 🥺

“Brennan would hate all of this.” I gesture to the crowd. “He was more about getting the work done than celebrating its completion.”

“Yeah, sounds like—” His words die, and I squeeze his arm tighter as I note the separating crowd before us. HE WANTED TO SAY "SOUNDS LIKE HIM" DIDN'T HE? Were they able to leave where they were fostered? Or how would Liam know Brennan?

By making me leave instead of staying to help, but still, he deserves the credit for me not distracting Mira and getting her, myself, and Tairn killed. Xaden’s done more than save me. He believed me when I told him Amber led the unbondeds to my room. He had an entire arsenal of daggers crafted just for me. He designed a saddle for Tairn so I can ride into battle with my peers. He’d protected me when I needed and taught me to defend myself so I wouldn’t require protection forever. 🥰🥰

"You have everything I have to give.” Does she tho?

I’m so far gone, I didn’t even realize I said the words out loud, and then I remember that I don’t have to. That is because she didn't say them out loud, but he read the intentions, right?

"It’s not that.” Liam grimaces. “It’s just that I know his priorities.” Liam also tried to tell us 😥

"When we make it to the outpost, I want you to rest after we get our scenario objective. Liam will stay while I most likely take the third-years out to patrol.” What a pretty lie that is not technically a lie!

In his last days of interrogation, Fen Riorson lost touch with reality, railing against the kingdom of Navarre. He accused King Tauri, and all who came before him, of a conspiracy so vast, so unspeakable, that it does not bear repeating by this historian. The execution was swift and merciful for a madman who cost untold lives.

—Navarre, an Unedited History by Colonel Lewis Markham Unedited yeah

"One brother bonded to gryphon, one to dragon, and when the third grew jealous, he drew directly from the source, losing his soul and waging war on the other two.” Can all people channel from the source? Or only fliers and riders? I don't really get it.

"Lies are comforting. Truth is painful.” yeah

You love me, and—”

“Loved,” I correct him, sidestepping so I can get some fucking space and then taking it.

“Love!” he shouts, stopping me in my tracks and earning us a glance from every rider within hearing distance. “You love me.” 💔💔

Because magic corrupts their blood as they lose their souls,” I murmur, looking up at Xaden, wondering if he remembers what Andarna said the night we took the tunnel to the flight field. “Nature likes everything in balance.” When excatly do they lose their soules?

"Watch out. Deigh says that building on the other side of the road has a crate of something marked with Liam’s family crest,” Why Liam's family crest tho?

How can all this power be so fucking useless? She really wants a power to resurrect or stop the time, doesn't she?

But it was the third brother, who commanded the sky to surrender its greatest power, who finally vanquished his jealous sibling at a great and terrible price.—“The Origin,” The Fables of the Barren Or was the third brother only the light wielder like Violet? Because it is similar wording as what a venin tells Violet:

Such untapped power. No wonder we were called here. You could command the sky to surrender all its power, and I bet you don’t know what to do with it, do you? Riders never do. I’m going to split you open and see where all that astonishing lightning comes from.” She waves the other dagger at me, and I realize she’s playing with me. “Or maybe I’ll let him do it. You’ll wish for death if I hand you over to my Sage.”

I will not watch another rider die because they do not know their own limitations. One more strike could be your last. 😥

In the event that you come across a poison you do not recognize, it is best to treat with any and every antidote. Either way, the patient will die, but at least this way you would have learned something. —Major Frederick’s Modern Guide for Healers I have never thought of this, but is sounds very reasonable 😂

Maybe it’s better if I die. But then Xaden might die.

Whatever is wedged between us right now, I don’t want him dead. I’ll never want that. I really hope that stays true!

"Xaden?” a familiar voice calls out, but I can’t place it. Bodhi, maybe? One of the second years? So many strangers. And no friends.

Liam is dead.

“You have to save her.” The first time I read this I thought it will be her father!

She chose me for the scars on my back and the simple fact that I am the grandson of her second rider—the one who didn’t make it through the quadrant. I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHY HE DIDN'T MAKE IT. And was he dad of Xaden mum or dad? And that means that his grandfather already fathered a baby when he was still at collage, right?

"Now, Riorson.”

I can’t keep from wincing. She never uses my last name. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t like to remember that I’m Fen Riorson’s son, and all my father cost her, but I’ve always been Xaden to her. I never thought of that 😭

Funny how people rename everything that makes them feel uncomfortable. We lost faith that our king would ever do the right thing. And they call us traitors.

Bodhi wrinkles his nose. It kind a makes sense, but I never put much thought into it in the real life.

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know and everything you don’t. I’ll spend every single day of my life earning back your trust.” This didn't age well 😅

[theartofdreaming1]

For the weird writing asks and sorry I'm on mobile on the train, can't copy the questions right now but:

4, 15, 16, 35 aaaand 40

Sorry <3

4. What's a word that makes you absolutely feral?

Hmh, I don't know if I really have a specific word like that (or at least can't remember on the spot), but I guess the most recent time I felt like I'd go feral over a word was while watching episode 2 of Pushing Daisies, when we see Ned getting dumped at boarding school and his father's saying good-bye and we get this absolutely cutting narration:

"I'll be back," he lied.

I think I've never felt this strongly over the use of such a simple word as 'to lie" before, but this simple phrase (and word) really felt like a punch to the gut, damn.

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

No, I can't bring myself to write in books; I once just wrote my name on the very first empty page of a book (I think in pencil, even?) and I have felt absolutely horrible about it ever since (it doesn't help that my handwriting is atrocious). If I want to mark some phrases/passages from a book I'm reading, I write them down on a blank index card (complete with page citation) and put that in the book or I use some tiny sticky-notes 😅

The only exception I've ever made without a guilty conscience was writing the inscription of the ring from LOTR into my edition of Heinrich von Kleist's "Die Verlobung in St. Domingo" ("The Betrothal in Santo Domingo"), which I had to read for school xD

Similarly, I can't even fathom dog-earing any book on purpose! I try to keep my books as pristine as possible, even doing my darndest not to open my unabridged edition of Les Miserablés too widely, lest the spine gets more cracks and becomes even uglier (a very futile endeavour, since it is one of those boring black penguin paperback editions and the book is over a 1000 pages thick and you're inevitably gonna get some cracks in the spine, but I just cannot help myself)

And since I don't like taking baths and don't have a tub in my apartment, I don't read in the bath (I also would be terrified of getting my poor book wet).

But at this point in my life I'm mature enough to take a live-and-let-live stance on these things, so I won't judge people who do this to their books too harshly ;) (I can definitely see the appeal of handwritten margins in books, although the concept of dog-earing a book still makes me wince just thinking of it- but as long as it's not my book, it's fine)

16. What's the weirdest thing you've ever used as a bookmark?

Boy, I'll use anything at hand as a bookmark (although now that I have gotten some of the bookmarks I designed myself printed, I usually have something at hand) and since I'm quite messy, an improvised bookmark can be anything - grocery receipts, return receipts from library books, other books, whole comic book issues, empty envelopes, you name it 😅

35. What's your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

Rules, what are rules? 😉🔨 Honestly, I don't think I consciously follow any rules when I sit down to write my little stories - I just bang my head against the keyboard until the words sound like the story that is lodged somewhere inside my brain;- I once had to take a "Writing" exam in which we had to write a strictly structured 250-300 word pro-contra-essay and it was absolute agony - I like my creative writing to be joyful and free (once it gets past my crippling perfectionism and debilitating procrastination, that is ;)

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

I'm always very fond of Emily Dickinson's "Hope":

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.

[thegeminisage]

OKAY it's tng update time. i forgot to do it yesterday so today i'm doing four eps. sunday we did "evolution" and "the ensigns of command" and yesterday we caught "the survivors" and "who watches the watchers"

evolution: this one had a slow start and i didn't much care for the guest character of the week but once it got going i actually had fun rooting for him to fail. you SHOOT the nanites? jail for dr whoever! jail for 1000 years!!

wesley was not really annoying in this episode! i was so prepared for the worst when it was like oh wesley's SCHOOL EXPERIMENT has GONE WRONG but it was fine actually!! he was like. normal

i was soooo glad to see beverly crusher again. a season of pulaski really makes her shine in comparison. PLUS she didn't talk about being a woman like the WHOLE time. i mean she kind of did but it was fine except when she got nosey about wesley's dating life lol i mean the woman has been away from her son for a year. also idr whoever was like man not cool beverly for leaving UNFAIR. she got fired. it wasn't her fault. idk if i've ever defended her before. feels weird.

FASCINATED with guinans backstory. when she started talking about her son i was like oh q is her son! of course! no, idiot. a real luke-and-clary moment. iykyk. tho technically q can make himself look like whatever and adoptive still counts. it's fine. they have something going on but idk what

the ensigns of command: this one was SOOOOO good what a breath of fucking fresh air

i LOVED data in this! i loved that he got to do stuff and be important and fail and nobody was mean to him and in the end he succeeded. AND got a love interest. wonderful. treat him really niceys. also that meme about the book being shorter if [character] had a gun. that's data. good for him

also i KNOW he knows how kissing works i didn't forget he fucked tasha yar

this episode was surprisingly funny. you get gradually more and more frustrated with the leader until data dead ass pulls a fucking phaser on him. you get more and more frustrated with the sheliak and it's like kind of funny that they keep hanging up on picard, but then picard rules lawyers them and hangs up on THEM and does the fucking white glove inspection while he metaphorically lets the phone ring off the hook. the longer he took to answer the funnier it got, i was genuinely cracking up. idr what post it was that i said i had yet to see picard's spine and so he was utterly unlikable but i saw it in the episode where data went on trial and i saw it here in a much funnier way. he simply had enough it was fantastic

data and the music!!! he was so sad when picard had to leave and i was very pleasantly surprised when picard took the time to not only listen to the recording later but compliment data on it and encourage his creative side. it's so much nicer than anyone was to data in the first two seasons 🥺

the survivors: this one was...okay. not great but definitely watchable. the mystery definitely kept me hooked bc i wanted to know what was going on, but it would have been much better if we'd had the tools to solve it, the way picard did, instead of the answer just being "this guy is just magic." i did like that his wife turned out to not even be real because that's fucking nuts but like. for what purpose. like we were yelling theories like oh her tea is poisoned! the music box is cursed! and meanwhile it's like no he's just magic. there was no trail of clues to follow at all.

poor deanna in this episode lol. points off for having her naked under that blanket. for what purpose do you need to undress her to treat her...y'all don't do that to riker. that said the psychic torture via music box was kind of metal actually like obviously horrible but i like that she CAN be incapacitated

also, wtf was that at the end where he was like yeah i killed every member of that entire species even the ones who are lightyears away because my magic is that powerful. and picard was just like. alright well we don't have laws that can try you so go back to your planet with your fake wife ig. bye!

YOU LITERALLY DO HAVE LAWS. THEY WERE GOING TO BRING KODOS IN TO FACE JUSTICE YOU LITERALLY DO HAVE LAWS FOR PEOPLE WHO COMMIT GENOCIDE. it's fine. i'm normal.

who watches the watchers: our rule for s3 is that we're watching all of them until we hit three duds in a row. this one was DEFINITELY a dud

first of all, the breaking of the prime directive was ridiculously sloppy here. SECONDLY, it is ALWAYS a bad idea to have some culture mistake anybody for god. it wouldn't have mattered if every one of those aliens had been white and picard had not been white it STILL would have been racist but it's even MORE racist because they're worshipping AND KNEELING BEFORE a white guy with a british accent. it's particularly insulting too that these are supposed to be "proto-vulcans"

also, if they really were proto-vulcans they would NOT have been rational as presented they would have been off the fucking wall insane with bloodlust. do none of us remember anything about canon. god.

the fantasy racefaking. THEY LOOKED SO BAD LOL

our main side guy was quite annoying and basically just looking for an excuse to kill deanna? should have let him die tbh

anyway it was a stinker. the longer the fake worship dragged on the worse it became.

that being said, s3 has largely been a blast so far. tbh i talked a big game but part of me didn't believe u guys when you said it got better. but it literally did?! and thank god bc i don't know how much more i could have taken lol

[flowertab]

Book This or That Tag

Tagged by @angelbellelc2 —I love reading, thanks for thinking of me!

Hardcover or Paperback:

While I like the lightweight nature of paperbacks, hardcover is ultimately the best quality.

Bookstore or Library:

I like them both for different reasons, and being able to borrow books is certainly a plus. But I just love that new book scent in the stores!

Bookmark or Receipt:

Definitely bookmarks. I don’t really keep receipts lying around anyway, and there are so many lovely bookmarks out there. I also like making crochet ones.

Stand-alone or Series:

It really depends! It seems like most of my favorites are stand-alone, but I also love seeing the same group of characters grow and experience new scenarios throughout a series.

Nonfiction or Fiction:

I enjoy them both, but my favorites are fiction. I love exploring an imaginative story and characters, and I think sometimes we can learn just as much from them as from nonfiction!

Thriller or Fantasy:

Definitely fantasy. I don’t enjoy being scared and I’m not fond of very dark plots.

Under 300 pages or Over 300 pages:

It depends, so long as the story is well fleshed out and reaches a satisfying conclusion without rambling beyond where it feels like it should have ended, or ending too abruptly where it feels like there should have been more.

Children’s or YA:

It depends on the individual book once again. There are some books that are considered children’s fiction but have surprising depth and literary value, particularly classics.

Friends to lovers or Enemies to lovers:

I think it’s really wholesome to see a couple with the foundation of a close friendship! They have a pre established chemistry that carries over to their relationship. But the second one can still definitely make an interesting story.

Keep pristine or Markup:

I want to keep books as nice as possible. Adding notes or drawings seems distracting from the material when you could put these in a notebook instead. Besides, you never know if you’ll end up giving that book to someone else.

Cracked spine or Dog ear:

I can’t see doing either of these on purpose.

I’m tagging @vabutterfly !

I’m not sure who else to tag here since I haven’t gotten to know many people yet, but if you see this and want to give it a go, consider yourself tagged by me!

[beelzebby666]

WEIRD WRITER ASKS

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

4) Words are fun, I like using new words. But also I love sound descriptors a lot. I like describing gross sounds. <3 15) Depends on the book tbh. I'm usually not one to dogear pages or write in books unless it's stuff i use for reference purposes; I'll highlight and underline in those. No judgement what other people do. Also I 100% crack the FUCK out of the spines of paperbacks because I bought it to read it and I will do so comfortably. 25) Either with my own OCs or as HCs for characters in fanworks I always have a thought on what their dominant hand is and it's rarely ever relevant. But I Know It Anyway. 35) I love u, oxford comma.

[destinyimage]

Glory Touches Man’s Spine, Heals Him Immediately

Many years after our journey to fully live for Jesus, my husband and I launched a supernatural school of ministry and a healing room ministry at our local church.

We wanted to give room for people to experience the transforming gospel the way we had. We began periodic healing training in efforts to build, equip, and activate healing teams.

One night it was my turn to teach the second session of the healing training. I could feel the atmosphere change as I began to talk about the fire of the Holy Spirit. As I continued to talk about the Holy Spirit, a man to my left stood up and raised his hand as if he had something to say. I could tell by the look on his face that this was not an unnecessary interruption. I asked him to tell the room of twenty to twenty-five people what happened. With tears in his eyes, he thanked me for touching his back and that he was healed. A little confused, I celebrated his healing before asking for more details. He said that he had been out of work for two weeks due to a vertebrae injury. While working, he had had an accident and felt his back crack. Since that time, he experienced high-level pain. He had already registered for the training that night and wanted to attend by faith. Then he said, “When you touched my back, I felt heat, and when I moved, the bones in my spine popped. All the pain immediately left!” He and his wife were so happy. After the applause, I told him that I was so happy, but I explained that I never touched him or anyone else. He then looked to his wife, and she assured him that she had not touched his back; she wouldn’t have because she knew it was so sensitive. This gentleman began to bend, twist, and lift up his knees in order to check his body out. With tears in his eyes, he said all his pain was gone. He was especially elated that no one but the hand of God healed him that day.

A few weeks later, Tommy and I were teaching another healing training. I arrived to do my usual session, and as I was speaking about the gift of faith, a woman in the back waved her hand at me and interrupted my teaching. She said that she took her hearing aids out because she could feel an unusual presence resting on her. As soon as she removed them, her ears opened just in time to hear me say “the faith of God” when I referenced Mark 11. God opened her ears. She later explained that she was more than 80 percent deaf in both ears. We all celebrated God for His manifest presence.

When I returned home that night, I laid on our half-inflated air mattress and thought about what took place, convinced I had never seen anything like this. Then I was reminded of the times that God touched me, healed me, and set me free without anyone else around. I became aware that these miracles were a byproduct of being in the presence of God.

"But what we are beginning to learn is that there are miracles in His very presence. There is healing in His very presence. His presence performs the miraculous."  -- Ruth Ward Heflin

Glory Miracles

After this second glory miracle, as I like to call it, my husband and I began to see this same pattern more and more. Even as I write this book, we are encountering people who are being healed and receiving miracles without anyone laying hands on them. People are healed just being in the glory—God’s manifest presence. We see glory miracles on a weekly basis. We have seen many miracles in the glory, including deaf ears and blind eyes opening, tumors dissolving, and metal plates that caused limited motion in people’s bodies began to change and movement has been restored. We’ve also seen head and back injuries of different kinds healed. These miracles point to Christ the Healer, the author and finisher of our faith. The purpose of a miracle is to bring honor and glory to Jesus.

"I realized that [the mystery behind the miracles] was the presence of the Holy Spirit. When the power of the Holy Spirit is there, miracles happen."  -- Kathryn Kuhlman

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In hindsight, these first two healing phenomena opened my eyes to some truths as it relates to the healing ministry. First, I was being introduced to a new way of healing ministry. Up to that point, we were accustomed to healing the sick through the biblical foundation of the laying on of hands (see Hebrews 6; James 5). In fact, we still make room for this type of biblical operation, as it is a way God heals. Second, God reminded us that the activity of the Holy Spirit cannot be limited to a formula, system, or method. He wanted to train us in ministering from the simplicity of His presence. We had been training, equipping, and activating people in healing the sick, but God was equipping us for more.

God is calling people to minister from the simplicity of His presence. He wants us to minister from a place of victory because of the finished work of the cross. In His presence we learn how our participation with the Holy Spirit can happen in various ways.

“Now therefore, I pray you, if I have found favor in Your sight, let me know Your ways so that I may know You [becoming more deeply and intimately acquainted with You, recognizing and understanding Your ways more clearly] and that I may find grace and favor in Your sight” (Exodus 33:13 AMP).

Recognizing the Ways of God

Moses knew that greater intimacy with God’s ways would impact how he led the nation. Like Moses, we can’t accomplish our purpose without God’s favor-presence (see Exodus 33; Luke 2:52). I desire to know Him intimately and to know what His heart desires. Therefore, learning to recognize the ways of God is very important to me. If I desire to partner with God in advancing His Kingdom, I must prioritize His ways above my own. In prioritizing His ways, I gain wisdom and understanding found in His presence. Recognizing the Holy Spirit’s activity gives me an understanding of how to partner with God for miracles.

“…but the people who know their God shall be strong, and carry out great exploits” (Daniel 11:32).

I cannot accomplish anything outside of my friendship with Him. Miracles are not the goal; glorifying Jesus is. Miracles are the natural outcome when God is present. Fruitfulness comes from intimacy. With- out Jesus, we are powerless (see John 15).

"He planted us here with a purpose. Yet it’s a purpose we can’t accomplish without Him. Our true nature and personality will never come to fullness apart from His manifest Presence. Learning to host Him is at the center of our assignment, and it must become our focus so that we can have the success He desires before Jesus returns."  -- Bill Johnson

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[choco-eclair]

Dissecting a Bulbasaur

His body is so perfectly shaped. The pattern CholyKnight posted is lovely and also looks simpler, but the body shape just isn’t the same. His sacrifice shall enable many other dolls to be born, in all manner of color with a wide variety of other plants in place of the bulb. Is this copyright infringement? Idk. I paid for the doll. I’m not planning on selling bootleg saurs. I just want to make myself a collection of seasonal saurs.

As a log of the experience, both to vent and to take notes on what order I’m going to re-combine this all in:

It turns out that, unlike the CholyKnight pattern, this one’s bulb is not an entirely separate part that was attached later. I’m ceasing bulb removal for the time being, for ‘twill cause too large a fluff spill before I am ready.

Originally I had a gag planned where I was going to pretend to inject this doll with some manner of sedative before the dissection, but I was too cheap to order those gag syringe pens for a quick joke. I now feel an odd sense of guilt for not sedating the doll before removing its left ear.

The ear has yet to be fully removed and there’s now a deep gouge down the sacrificial Bubla’s face. Every place where two seams meet is too hard to pick the stitches of from the outside of the doll.

I had planned on removing body parts one at a time and taking pics to help keep track of what went where, but I think I’m going to go back to removing the bulb before pulling out the stuffing and doing this inside-out.

Never mind. There is actually a piece of fabric in the space between the saur and the bulb that makes for extra stitches and by chance I missed seeing it earlier  Back to working on the face.

It really is causing me genuine guilt to take apart this doll that I purchased for the sole purpose of surgically destroying. I don’t have a 100% track record for taking care of my things--particularly as pertains to dust--but I always try to handle them with care. I will read books sooo uncomfortably in order to not crack their lovely spines. Normally, more likely than me being rough with a doll, I’m upset if it has a single loose stitch.

Like for real the degree to which this runs counter to my normal behavior is probably why I’m documenting my live reactions.

The chin has been split from the rest of the face! I now have a wide enough gap for fluff extraction.

I almost pitched the fluff, but then it occurred to me as I stood over the trash can that this is the exact right amount to stuff a bulba doll with and is totally re-usable.

I can kind of consider it like reincarnating the soul of the sacrificial bulba in the first of his progeny. Now I feel a little less guilty about his death.

The saur is now devoid of guts.

There is no pellet pouch inside this doll. I bought weighted pellets specifically to be able to weigh down a bulba doll, yet this one is doing just fine without any added weight.

Whatever. I still have them on hand for projects that warrant it. I can think of various sitting doll patterns that would benefit from a little junk in their trunk to prevent tipping.

Looking at the inside of the doll, I can see so clearly what order a lot of this was stitched in that I’m frankly embarrassed I didn’t start off planning to turn the doll inside-out. My amateur status is showing.

Bulb pulp extracted. It appears the reason for the extra bit of fabric not fully seperating the bulb and saur was to create a perch by which something could anchor the top of the bulb in place so it wouldn’t become too spherical.

While storing all the stuffing out of reach of the cats, I discovered the location of my long lost polymer clay supplies.

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ORDER OR OPERATIONS (for personal reference)

It looks like the chin and the front of the ears were attached to the face.

The back of the ears and back of the head were attached to one another prior to any full head assembly. (I suspect full head assembly is the final step.

The back and front of the ears are NOT combined before attaching them to the rest of the head.

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The right back half of the head is sewn to the right half of the torso back, and the left back of the head and left torso back are sewn together.

The back of the head parts are then sewn along what I’m calling the spine seam.

If sewing the “bulb” on with the sewing machine, this step comes after you sew the spine.

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The outer sides of the legs were sewed first to the back of the torso.

The inner sides of the legs were attached to the belly.

The belly and back were sewn together after.

The bottoms if the feet were also sewn on next with claws inserted between the fabric of this seem. Feet bottoms appear to be added after belly/back fusion.

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Attaching the front of the head to the rest of the body looks like the final step.

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IF recreating this bulb, the bulb with it’s little inner disk was probably attached prior to merging the back and belly, but the main purpose for dissecting the sacrificial bulba was to make bulbas with things like pumpkins and Christmas trees on it’s back. I will conserve knowledge of this disk-aided bulb as a data hoarder, but I don’t foresee needing it.

The disk has a different seam than the back and bulb, but is still attached to both. I guess the outer ring seam that only attaches the bulb and back is there to keep bits of the disk from being visible on the outside of the doll.

END OF ORDER

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Frankly, the CholyKnight pattern where you just glue the bulb on and then sew it into place kinda looks like less hassle, although a bulb that I can secure with my sewing machine rather than my cruddy ladder stitches will probably be more secure, with a better hidden seam.

I just noticed this fabric is full of darts! That’s beautiful! Pretty sure a lot of factory sewing is more, like, sweat shop than automation and likely contains some elements that a human made this thing, but I still envisioned this doll lacking any markers. I took photos from so many angles while planning to recreate how this all fit together from visuals, but there’s daaaarts!

The head does not appear to have darts like the legs do, but the shape makes it pretty simple-looking. The chin seam lines up with the seam where the back and belly meet, and the ears for the front and back of the head line up, and the back of the head as a spine seam that lines up with the spine

Incidentally, think one of the things that made me like the shape of this doll better than the CholyKnight one is the chin piece, and separating the back entirely from the belly/legs. I’m sure I’ll kick mysely while sewing for not going with the simpler pattern, but I’m realizing the more attention I pay to the seams on dolls that breaking a shape up into more individual fabric pieces really makes a difference for how 3D the doll ultimately ends up.

I shall keep this in mind when it comes to making human heads for my characters.

Crud I need to buy some cheap scrap fabric to practice with if I’m gonna not follow any of the specific patterns available for chibi charas.

(No shade to her dolls tho. I love that she makes simple patterns for newbs like me and her Bulbasaur pattern is totally free, which is super kind.)

The ear finally came off! I have finally fully separated a single body part! \(^o^)/

I love these little extra white strips they added to each seam because it let me see what order things were sewn in, but it makes picking apart the seams--especially in places where two seams meet--so much more annoying.

I have successfully removed the face!

I also realized that the seam I split open down one side of the forehead went, um, too deep. I cut into the fabric a bit with my seam picker. But that’s okay! I still have the seam down the other side of the forehead, and I can use one side as a reference for where to cut and the other for how far down to sew

(I don’t know what this fabric is. It sort of reminds me of minky but the tag calls it “new fabric” and that tells me nothing. I hope the fleece I bought is similar enough. It doesn’t feel like swimsuit material in terms of elasticity, at least.)

Current dissection status: Face and chin have been fully detached from body. One ear is off but still combined. Half of the other ear is off. Being able to work both sides of the seam has definitely sped this up but there was a long delay while I studied those seams to try and figure out the order of everything.

After making it an early objective, I have finally separated the bulb and taken time to study the inside. There’s one cut of fabric for each tip at the top of the bulb, all of which have a bit pulled in on the center of each ‘leaf’ to help maintain the curved shape. A separate cone was cut at the top of the bulb.

Which, again, is me taking notes as a hoarding habit rather than any sincere desire to re-create the bulb. I do think it’s a neat design though. The cone and the disk anchor really did make for a nice final shape. As a very amateur plushie maker with three whole sushi dolls following someone else’s instructions to my name, I am blown away.

For the time being I think I’d rather see how the bulb pattern I already downloaded compares size-wise rather than fully take this bulb apart. I am, to reiterate, planning to sew saurs with things other than bulbs, and I already procrastinated since July or August or so on this dissection. Halloween is days away. At this point, the most important part is simply confirming I can size the Jack-O-Lantern pumpkin pattern  from CholyKnight’s bluba pack to match the size of this bulb.

By the way, shout out to people who make Jackbox TV streaming videos because that is the exact level of background noise to get me through this. It really doesn’t matter if I get too focused on a step and miss a bit from the video, but there’s enough comedic stuff happening that I’m entertained during the tedious parts of destroying this doll.

As an side, I do wonder how prepared I am to sew a Bulba doll in three days while also prepping for Nano. I haven’t really... um... sewn for like half a year or so. I got all the equipment before economic concerns saw me hold off on a lot of leisure purchases. I think I’m most likely in the clear now, so I started buying fabric again, but... well... ‘twill be interesting to see how this goes.

I only have one free day this weekend because I volunteered for overtime. I bet I’ll spend most of it on this project while otherwise squeezing in steps around work days. -.-

But I will have my Halloween Bulba before November!

Removing the stuffing and face from the doll has really helped detach me from the idea that I am murdering an innocent Bulbasaur. I still feel a tiny amount of guilt over killing him when some other kid might have loved him.

The butt has a dart!

I don’t need it because the shape of these parts is easy to line up, but I love this all the same.

Bulba had a dart in his butt.

While removing the belly, I destroyed the seam that the tag was sewn into. Immediately stopped what I was doing to throw it in the trash-trash. It wasn’t even worthy of the little trash cup I set up by my computer to drop thread into while I work.

I hate tags on dolls. Clothes tags are already annoying, but at least they’re hidden inside your shirt or whatever. Doll tags are unseemly, outward facing things, and even if you try to cut them off, you can still see the roots of the tag along the seam. Always. Forever.

I can’t describe how good it felt emotionally to throw out the entire tag, roots and all.

I never stopped to think about it, but I now realize that no doll I sew will contain tags. This is an incredible feeling. I’m going to have dolls of all my OCs and there will be no tags in them.

He lost his first foot!

The Jackbox TV players I was listening to referenced Bulbasaur as I dissected this Bulbasaur. Apparently it’s the favorite Pokemon of one of these guys. I am murdering his fave. I almost have the belly fully separated from the back.

Tum-tum has been separated from the back and all but one foot

I really don’t want to pick the feet apart, I can tell that a lot of this is symmetrical and I probably only need to dissect one front and back leg, but I’m also worried I’ll have a brain fart on how to piece it all together if I don’t trace myself a pattern part for literally every scrap of fabric.

Tum-tum is completely separate. I kinda want to go to bed and not bother with the feet.

Oh my god I’ve been picking this apart bit by bit for two hours wtf I didn’t realize I was this tired because it was that late..

The feet darts line up with not only the leg darts/seam, but also the toes <3. The toes even havae a dart for lining it up with the seam.

I know all the darts are there for whatever person in a Chinese factory sewed this, but it feels like they were actually trying to make it viable for me to reverse-engineer the sacrificial bulba.

(I threw out that accursed tag but it did note the doll was made in China. I saw that while I was trying to figure out wtf type of fabric this is.)

The inner side of the legs has some sort of mesh on the inside of the fabric that isn’t on any of the other cuts, even though this isn’t present on any other part of the fabric and the entire outside of the fabric looks identical. Would iron-on recreate this?

Speaking of iron-on, there’s sooo many machine-embroidered spots on the saur legs and face. I honestly wanna cry looking at how much machine embroidery is here when the rare chara plushie for a show I like has an iron-on face.

I’m not sure if I want to use my machine on this many spots. I don’t know if the CholyKnight bulba ebroidery file I got even coverse this many spots.

I checked and it not only does not cover this many spots but it definitely is not set up in a way such that I can fit it over this alternate fabric pattern. The eyes on hers are also a little more cutesy compared to the game-accurate ones on this doll.

...Well, my mind’s made up. I’m using applique for the spots. The goal is to eventually get the software to be able to design my own machine embroidery patterns, mostly for the sake of personalize face designs for characters. Maybe some day I’ll make embroidery patterns for bulbas. Until that day comes. applique gives me more ability to make the bulba spots appropriately holiday/season themed.

Okay seriously fuck the inner part of the leg. I hate this shape. One single side goes along the back leg seam, the foot, and the toes. And the toe dart on the piece I separated is tiny.

Never mind saving time and finger joint aches by only undoing half of the feet. I’m only undoing half of the feet so I can still eyeball the fully assembled feet and know wtf they’re meant to look like.

Two feet dissected. Good night.

[spiderrrling]

Eddie Munson Bookworm Headcanon

Summary - Just a headcanon about my new favorite bookworm Eddie Munson and his books

A/N - Yes he is a bookworm I refuse to accept anything else

Masterlist - Taglist - Requests are open

Eddie Munson is a massive bookworm, you cannot change my mind about this

You do not play dungeons and dragons and quote lord of the rings if you aren't a massive book nerd

Especially when he was younger Eddie would get most of his books second hand, as books are quite expensive

And also, he is not one to care about the condition of a book as long as it is readable

"Books are meant to be enjoyed and read! So why does it matter what it looks like?"

That is his philosophy about it

His books go through some proper wear and tear, as well as their fair share of abuse

Eddie does not own a single bookmark, anything and everything is a bookmark in his opinion

Random pieces of paper, receipts, a necklace, leaves, a ruler, random piece of string? Bookmark

The man also dog ears his books with absolutely no sense of conscience about it

If he cannot find something to work as a makeshift bookmark, he will just fold over that page

He also cracks the spines of his books; it does not matter to him what the condition of his books are in

A couple of them most definitely have some water damage to them

And covers are ripped, scratched, torn

While Eddie has a bookshelf, it is tiny and only holds a couple

The rest of his books are stacked on the floor in various piles

He doesn't own a ton of books, but he is very proud of the collection he does have

Eddie does not own collectors’ editions of books, they are too expensive and do not serve a greater purpose than the original

Because he got so many of his first books second hand through thrift stores or garage sales, he has read a lot of very different books

But he does have his favourite genera that he will always gravitate towards

Mainly being fantasy, science fiction and classical horrors or thrillers

An obvious is The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings

The Hobbit was absolutely the first book that made Eddie totally fall in love with fantasy as a genera and concept

Which of course was followed up by The Lord of the Rings

And even the Silmarillion

Eddie is a massive Tolkien fan

He has begrudgingly read all the books mandated by his high school English classes, and while he would never admit it out loud, he loved reading Jane Austen

Particularly he really enjoyed Pride and Prejudice, it has enough drama and flair while being well written enough that Eddie found it to be a good read

He had read at least the first five Dune books

When he was younger, he absolutely adored all of the Sherlock Holmes books and the mystery genera has a very special place in his heart because of it

When he was in his mystery book phase, he absolutely read his fair share of Agatha Christie books

He really enjoys a big fantastical and well thought out world that he can simply just lose himself to for hours

Something he can draw inspiration from for campaigns or for his own personal writing

Because Eddie Munson is absolutely an aspiring writer, he already has a lot of practice writing songs

And there are countless overstuffed notebooks filled to the absolute brim with notes of fantasy worlds and random sketches strewn about his room

He isn't picky when it comes to fantasy, anything to tidy him over for a couple of hours

Eddie does prefer the vaster high fantasy settings, but also greatly enjoys comic fantasy and he has a stack of Discworld books gathering in his room

However, Eddie can also appreciate the more classic literature books such as the Bronte sisters

But also, the classical nerdy books, Dracula, Frankenstein, Carmilla

His type of comedy books is quite specific, but he did absolutely love The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy

Eddie owns a library card, it is always in his wallet and it has been used a lot throughout the years

The problem is that he just forgets to return his books

And he enjoys being able to scribble in the margins of his books

Or highlight his favourite passages

In conclusion, Eddie Munson is a bookworm and I love him <3

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— FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || LET’S NOT LOSE EACH OTHER

↳ featuring : fushiguro megumi from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of blood, mention of death and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 04 february

↳ pronouns : non specified in imagine

↳ word count : 1.2k

↳ synopsis : during a mission, you had unconsciously made the choice to take a hit for fushiguro leading you get injured during the process, what will fushiguro’s reaction towards your reckless actions be like?

↳ request : I love your writing 🥺 can I request a Fushiguro imagine or hc where maybe the reader takes a hit for him and gets hurt?, (Angst ending in fluff)

↳ barista’s notes : here is another imagine for you all and it is fushiguro megumi’s turn ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ and yes, those manga books were worth the purchase, ariana grande said retail therapy right? i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please don’t be shy to order again soon ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ

“What the hell was that Y/N!?” Fushiguro shouted in anger as he ran up to you completely in panic, struggling somewhat from the pain he was experiencing on the side of his body after finally managing to defeat the curse he was facing.

Right now, you were leaning against a cliff wall where there was a large crack in the middle due to the impact that it had endured when your body hit the solid rock. Of course, you were in pain, probably had a few bruises in the process, but the agonising feeling was going numb at this point since you knew the boy who was in front of you right now was okay.

From what you could recall, you and Fushiguro were on a mission together that was set by your teacher Gojo Satoru. Unexpectedly, during the middle you and him were suddenly ambushed by two high-level curses, forcing you both to split up to face on at the time. Fortunately, you had managed to exorcise the curse you were facing despite the grade you predicted to be, yet the same couldn’t be said for your boyfriend who seemed to be struggling. However, after that, it became completely hazy.

All you could remember was Fushiguro laying on the ground for a split second, then the illuminating light of magenta from your curse spell to create a shield to protect him as well as you, to the act of the back of your body to hit the cliff you were against now.

‘Did I take the hit for him?’

Shifting your eyes to the side, you suddenly noticed how bloody your left arm was. Numb. Have you broken it? You wouldn’t be surprised if it was, that was the usual hand you used to support the layering shield you casted, but the curse somehow broke the last layer resulting in you taking most of the damage compared to your counterpart.

“Y/N?” Fushiguro quietly muttered, as he kneeled down next to your body leading your eyes to shift back to your partner, who now expressed a face of pure concern as well as vexation combined causing you to come to the realisation that you were going to have a lecture at this moment in time.

‘I swear, sometimes he could be my dad rather than my boyfriend’

“What the hell was that? You shouldn’t have been so reckless!” Fushiguro yelled in frustration, causing you to look at the stoic sorcerer with sharpened eyes with a warning glare pending. In his defence, you completely understood why he was irritated at you, you threw yourself out there in front of an attack that you probably knew you couldn’t completely cover since the shield wouldn’t develop fully due to the small space of time you have. However, in your defence, Fushiguro was completely vulnerable at that moment and if he took the attack head-on, you knew he wouldn’t be standing right now or probably worse.

“You were on the ground, what else could I have done?” you questioned in a whisper tone, knowing if you had shouted at the shikigami user, you would either feel the pain of your injuries again and Fushiguro will yell at you more for being ‘irresponsible’ while also feeling the pain of his injuries that he had also sustained before you protected him.

“You didn’t have to jump in front of me like that! Are you stupid?” Fushiguro angrily asked while unable to hide the crack in his voice, leading you to slowly but carefully lift up your right hand to gently wipe away the stray tear that was slowly breaking down his composure. 

Since the start of your relationship, you never once saw Fushiguro tear up in front of your very eyes. You have seen his mind swim through guilt and pain, every jujutsu sorcerer has once or maybe twice in their career. However, tears were a whole nother thing for you. There was no point in arguing with him now.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologised to him while cradling his face with the same hand you used to wipe the clear tear away. “sorcerers rarely die without regrets, and if I didn’t protect you, I will regret that with my whole being Megumi,” you explained, knowing it wouldn’t get to him but it was nice to voice out your opinion, “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

“I can’t lose you Y/N! I nearly lost my sister but she’s not waking up, I can’t lose you in the process!” Fushiguro screamed, leading to his agony to echo throughout the open area you both were currently located leading to some of the birds, who were looking down upon the scene, to fly away in fright while the stream that was near couldn’t conceal any hint of pain in his voice.

Tenderly, you moved your hand from his cheek to the back of his head before pulling him in to rest his forehead on your shoulder, knowing right now that Fushiguro didn’t want the world to see his helpless state even if there was no one but you to witness it. Leaning your head on his, you felt his erratic but soft locks brush against your cheek while his face buried further into the crook of your neck causing you to feel the sensation of damp tears seeping through your white dress shirt.

Steadily, Fushiguro's position dropped causing him to lean on your body slightly but made sure he didn’t make any contact with your left arm in any way as he began to relax in your hold. Even though Fushiguro wanted to prove himself that what you did was rash and heedless, there was a purpose to it. If you hadn’t moved yourself or put that protective spell in front of him, he would have either been in a worse condition than you were in right now or worse as you had hinted in your reasoning.

“Even though you tell me that you can’t lose me, I can’t lose you too Megumi, even if I die, I can’t make the world lose you,” you informed him as your use your hand to brush the bottom of his hair as you bit your lip to hold the tears that were threatening to pour down your face. “Besides, you look like you're not in good shape as well,” you joked with him in a humorous tone, trying to make the tense and suffocating atmosphere lighter - even that comment made Fushiguro’s lips tilt upward slightly knowing what you were trying to do.

“That’s not shocking, you’ve seen me injured many times,” Fushiguro commented back, causing you to giggle slightly before wincing as a shock of pain travelled up your spine leading you to come to the conclusion that you might have also gained some bruised ribs as well. Fushiguro quickly moved away from your body much to your disapproval, before taking your hand from the back of his head to his, as he began to interlock your fingers together as he then looked down at your connecting hands as a way to confirm that you were really here with him, savouring the warmth that was travelling through your hand to his.

“Let’s not lose each other, okay?” he asked in a whispered tone, knowing in some way it was possible for the promise to come true even when the chances were extremely slim.

“Yeah, let’s not lose each other”