#and i'm chewing very hard on the themes

[folkloric-love]

"A handsome young man wearing white vestments gently takes the woman by the hand. His face is incomparably beautiful, his hair gleaming in the firelight like burnished gold. A holy symbol that depicts the sun hangs from the chain around his neck. He moves with the grace of a saint." Shout out to @luclovestruck yet again for another beautiful CoS commission! I love seeing all the wonderful designs fandom has come up with for one of my favorite characters, so here's another one for your consideration. Playing as Vasilka means that I get to dig into some wonderfully juicy themes concerning the relationship between father and daughter, creator and creation, the autonomy of the self, and filial piety. Of course, the character of Vasilka was obviously inspired by Frankenstein, but my love of fairy tales means that I'm leaning harder into the themes presented in Pinocchio, though I hold both novels very near and dear to my heart. I've joked at the table many times that the Abbot would be an avid collector of ball-jointed dolls, but despite her organic nature, Vasilka really is more of a "living doll" than a person, at least as of now. She does not speak unless directly addressed, emotes very little, and her movements are somewhat stiff and almost mechanical. She does not question the Abbot's commands and believes his wisdom is beyond reproach. In her mind, "God" and "Father" are synonymous concepts. She believes that the Abbot is guiding her down the proper path and that she was created to fulfill a special purpose -- a divine duty, as it were. Where does Vasilka figure into the Abbot's plans? For what purpose was she created? What exactly is this "divine duty" that is being alluded to? These are the sort of questions I hope to see answered as the narrative unfolds.

[twisting-in-wonderland]

Huh-? Why's my sax's mouthpiece all messed up?

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... Ah.

(wip progress + 'lineart' under read-more--)

portfest outfits are so cool looking,,,

[cissywritess]

Teachers pet

Summary: your professor has interest in you.

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x reader

Warning: 18+ dark themes, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

From day one, he had his eyes on you. He didn’t give a fuck if you were his student. You were pure. Untouched. Something he craved.

And when he asked you to go to a cafe with him as a “friendly gesture” you didn't hesitate to say yes and jump on the opportunity. After that, you noticed that your grade in his class went up a significant amount. When you asked about it he said your work was very inspirational.

You and Steve, he asked you to please call him Steve as it felt like you two were good friends,

You didn’t think any of it as he didn't ask for anything and he rarely asked you questions like any guy who was interested in you would ask.

You were oblivious about everything and that turned him on. Every night he would jerk off of the thought of your pretty plumped lips around his cock. He’d even get hard in class while you chewed your pencil eraser.

One particular day he asked you to stay after class.

“ I have a question,” he said, at first you thought this was about your homework or something but then he asked “Would you like to go out with me,”

You were shocked at his question, “that’s inappropriate Steve, I’m sorry but I’m your student and your my teacher, it better if we’re just friends,” you told him. You wouldn’t lie he wasn’t ugly but you liked this class and you wouldn’t jeopardize it.

Steve was taken aback, his face showed no emotion but deep down he was pissed. When he didn’t say anything you spoke,

“Steve?”

“It’s Professor Rogers,” his tone was strict.

You wouldn’t lie that it didn’t hurt a little, you didn’t say anything more and left when he said you should leave.

You were surprised when your grade dropped to a D- when it was at an A. And when you told him about it he said that you were doing a bad job and that u need improvement and that the school gives out free tutor lessons. You were hurt, and you had sensitive feelings which didn't help your case.

A couple of days later you couldn't help but notice he was giving a lot of attention to a girl in the same class as you. He would ask her to stay after class almost every day and when you went to the cafe where they share their WiFi with students you’d see them together.

You were supposed to be a good girl just like your mother always told you but you couldn’t help but feel envy. The treatment he is giving her he was giving it to you.

You were so emotional that it started to affect you. So you stopped going to his classes altogether.

He noticed. when you heard a knock on your small apartment door you didn't think any of it. When you opened it there he was. You were stunned when you were about to ask what he was doing here he let himself in.

“I've missed you, sweetheart” he looked around your apartment examining it.

“I'm sorry sir but you have to leave now’s not a good time,” you practically mumbled.

He groaned at the name you given him. “Say that again it makes me hard,”

You almost gasped, what is wrong with him you thought. He walked past you, and instead of walking out he closed the door and locked it. Now you were scared. He removed his jacket and made his way towards you.

“What are you-” he shushes you. His hands make it around your waist you tried to take his hands off of you but he was too strong. He pulled you in and took a long sniff of your hair. You felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

He made his way toward your neck but he stopped at your ear. “Make one fucking noise and I will kill you,” he whispered it to you.

You were shocked that you didn't feel him biting and kissing your sweet spots on your neck.

He lead you to your room, you suspected he’s been here before because he didn’t ask where it was.

“You don’t know how much control you have over me,” he pushed you on the bed, you quickly tried to run away but he pulled your hair yanking you back.

He undid your clothes when he had you right under him while he straddled you to keep you in place. He then shed his own clothes. Everything was happening so fast you didn’t react until his tip was teasing your folds. You were about to scream on the top of your lungs he covered your mouth and nose. You tried to get him off but he didn’t budge one bit. You panicked once you realized what he was doing, which made you run out of oxygen faster.

As you were about to black already seeing black dots he finally let you breathe. But he didn’t stop there he gave you a hard smack on your face. You felt the sting and heat of it instantly.

“Shut the fuck up,” he said harshly. Seconds later he thrusted into you, as he stretched your walls you felt the pain as he didn’t let you adjust.

“I know you love this you little slut,” he spat in your face, when you finally adjusted after a few for thrusts you soon felt some type of pleasure. You bit your tongue to keep your moans in.

It felt like forever when you tried to close your eyes and think of something else he would snack you hard. You tried begging him but it only turned him on more.

You suddenly started to feel a knot in your stomach. “I-I need to pee,” you choked out but he didn’t stop.

You couldn’t hold in your moan when you climaxed and that almost sent Steve over the edge. You thought he was gonna come but he didn’t stop.

You came another time and another and another and so on until your choked on your sobs and begged him to stop.

He buried his face into your neck as he came groaning. You hoped he would leave but his cock stayed right in you as he moved to the side to spoon you. He kissed you on your head and put his heavy arm over you making it impossible for you to move. You were left stunned that whole night, processing what just happened.

[lycheedr3ams]

Death's Angel

Part 5: When No One is Watching

royal!fem!reader x executioner!konig

Summary: It's 1554. You're one of the eight daughters of the Austrian royal family, and your parents do everything they can to ensure their kingdom is prosperous and peaceful. No royal court is complete without their hand-picked executioner, one who stands out against the sea of black, faceless bodies that make up the profession. It just so happens that your family's new executioner, one who has made a name for himself far and wide for his skill with the axe, has caught your eye and ruined you for good.

Warnings: MDNI! smut, mutual pining, forbidden love, death (konig is an executioner duh), mean sisters, mentions of medieval-type violence, overbearing parents, konig is brooding and a perv, some predator/prey dynamics, possessive!konig, maybe dark themes bc reader likes seeing him kill people and bc he's a perv?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6

if you asked to be tagged on the taglist and you aren't there, that means tumblr wasn't letting me tag you, or i missed you on an older post. i'm not ignoring anyone! i'm very grateful for the support!!!

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series inspired by the art below!

your first sexual encounter with konig truly spelled the end for you as a well-to-do, behaved princess. when people were watching - your sisters, parents, family members - you were sure to act your civilized, royal self. you kept up with your studies and your duties in the royal court when in the public eye. to everyone, it seemed as though nothing had changed: you were the same girl that you were before konig entered the castle. you still curtsied exactly like how you were taught, you still covered your mouth when you chewed food, you still were educated and prim and proper.

but when no one was looking? when every living soul in the castle was asleep at night? that was a different story. you would - almost nightly - sneak down to konig's quarters and let him have his way with you time and time and time again. whether it was his cock shoved down your throat, his tongue slurping on your cunt, or his cock pounding you from every position imaginable, the princess you once were was long forgotten. konig never took the mask off, but you didn't mind. you once admitted to him in the midst of a rough session that the mask really turned you on.

there were even some nights that you'd have to stay in his room with him. nights when he fucked you so hard for so long that you would fall upon standing, or you'd simply pass out once he finally pulled out of your irresistible pussy. on those nights, he'd hold you close and gently caress your head and whisper things to you that you had no hope of remembering. all you knew was that he only spoke those words when it was clear you wouldn't remember them. on nights like these, when you had to stay in his quarters, he would wake you up very early to give you time to sneak back to your room and bathe before you had to don the royal facade.

there were some nights when konig would come all over your body, when it would cover your tits and ass and stomach and sometimes face. you quickly ran out of spare cloths, and had to sneak some more down each time you went. as for the cloths that got ruined, well, you had no choice but to burn them. there was no way they would ever truly be clean again. just like you, in a way.

when you would see konig outside of his room, the days you had to watch his executions, you ruined a pair of panties each time you saw him at his trade. the way he grunted and swung his axe had you hot and needy in minutes. there were some days when you couldn't wait until it was night, and konig could barely clean the blood from off his hands before you were pulling him into some spare broom closet for him to fuck you with his large, calloused hand clamped over your mouth. you'd clench around him so tightly when he did that, and he never last long during those specific encounters.

you found that you could barely focus during the day. acting like the pure princess you once were was now a quite tiresome task, and was not your true self, as you saw it. your true self was when you were on your knees for your executioner, or when his cock was rammed all the way up to your cervix. you couldn't admit it, but konig was right. he did ruin you.

the length of your conversations varied. sometimes, there was barely any words exchanged before he'd strip you bare. but there were also days when you would sneak him down some food from the royal table, and you'd watch him adoringly as he ate and muttered about how good it tasted. he would never tell you, but he loved it when you brought him food.

there were some conversations you had that konig told you to forget. conversations where he talked about how sweet you were, how you were truly an angel.

"you are an angel, you know that?" he whispered one night as you lay catching your breath with your cheek against his chest.

"hm?" you asked, not quite hearing what he said.

"Du bist meine Engel."

despite konig wanting you to forget those words, you never would. when you asked him why he wanted you to forget, he'd whisper things like "you've made me soft." you would always smile at him when he said that, and he would always avert his gaze.

there were times when he felt disgusting and dirty for treating one of the Austrian princesses like she was a whore on sale during happy hour. there were times he lay awake at night and wondered why he was so disgusting, why he loved corrupting a beautiful, sweet, innocent creature such as yourself. but he couldn't ever feel disgusted with himself for too long when he saw the way your eyes would roll into the back of your head, or how you'd moan his name as you clawed his back red. if you were his angel, you had fallen from heaven, but not from any fault of your own. he had dragged you down, and you fell willingly.

you had never felt so free, though. in konig's quarters, surrounded by stone and dim torchlight, you could forget about the social rules and niceties and courtesies that littered your mind each day. you could look konig in the eye, not have to bow, not have to cover your mouth when you laughed or worried if your dress was sitting properly. konig's quarters was the one place in the whole castle where you felt you could be yourself, and more than just sexually. there were some times when you two wouldn't fuck at all. you'd just lay on his bed, and he'd listen as you talked about your day as he ran a hand gently through your hair. he never talked much about himself, but his lips certainly got a bit looser when you snuck your hand under his shirt.

...

"you can talk to me, konig," you whispered in his ear one night as you gently dragged his shirt halfway up his chest and rubbed his abs. "you can trust me." you could tell that something had been bothering him the last few days.

konig pursed his lips under his mask and closed his eyes. you could feel the way his stomach rose and fell with each of his breaths. you kissed what skin you could access on his shoulder before he finally spoke.

"if anyone finds out, they'll take you away from me," he whispered quickly, as if he didn't want you to hear it.

you stopped stroking his abs and sat up a little to look at him. "no one's gonna find out," you soothed him as you gazed into his grey-blue eyes. "don't worry. we've been careful."

"they'll take you away from me," he repeated, gazing at the ceiling now rather than at you.

you kissed his cheek through his mask, and he blushed. but you wouldn't know. "if anyone manages to find out, I'll take care of it. nothing will come between us."

you laid back down and stroked his chest once again. "if we were to, I don't know, run away, where would you take me?"

konig blinked and wasn't sure if he heard your question. he mulled over your words, and hugged you a little tighter into his side. "as far away from here as possible."

"if I wanted to run away with you, you'd come with me, right?" you asked as you looked up at him.

"that's not a good idea," he scolded, but his attempts at setting you straight were feeble given how broken his voice sounded.

"I didn't ask if it's a good idea, konig," you said gently as you snaked your hand up his chest towards his hooded face. "I asked if you would come with me."

"yes." he said without any hesitation.

...

as the next month flew by and you and konig got closer, it got ever harder to hide your relationship with him. you two had never officially declared your status to each other, but konig's affections for you were beginning to be expressed in ways other than him fucking you senseless. if he saw a pretty rock in the stream he washes his clothes in, he'd save it for you. if he found a colorful feather on the ground, a shiny coin, any little trinket, he would give you. most times, he would take your hand in his own and place the gift in your palm before turning his body to the side. "I thought you might want this," he'd whisper uncertainly. you always smiled and thanked him so sweetly for his little gifts. signs he was always thinking of you. you were used to always receiving lavish gifts of jewels and clothing, makeup and rare gadgets. but Konig's gifts of little things he stumbled on throughout the day warmed your heart and meant so much more to you than any other gift you'd ever received. his gifts had a childlike innocence to them, and almost made you forget how he ruined you most nights. those gifts hinted to you that maybe you meant more to konig than you thought.

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sometimes, you would fantasize with konig about what life would be like if you two ran away.

"what would you do if you weren't an executioner?" you asked him after a rather soft session. he was spooning you and gently rubbing your hips with his thumb. your head rested on his firm bicep.

he thought for a moment. "probably be a knight, or mercenary for hire. i am not fit for normal jobs."

you giggled softly. "yeah, I can see that."

"what about you?" he asked. "what would you want to be if you weren't a princess?"

your whole world stopped, and your eyes went wide. no one had ever asked you that. you were the one living the life that all the little girls in your kingdom dreamed of. what you were every day of your life, is most women's highest fantasies. why would anyone ever ask you if you would want to be anything other than a princess? what else would you possibly want to be? you paused for a while as you thought and chewed your cheek.

"i...i don't know, konig," you admitted quietly. "maybe...just living in a little cottage by the countryside. just enjoying each day, doing what I want. maybe be a village herbalist, have some cows and chickens."

konig gently squeezed your hip. "that sounds very peaceful, Engel."

you went silent, but the warm tears that fell on konig's bicep spoke more than your words ever could. he hugged you tighter and closer to him.

"if you want me to take you away from here, i will. you have my word, Engel."

you sniffled. "you can't do that konig. you have a job here, you can't just mess up your life for me."

"my life was messed up the moment i first looked at you," he said sincerely. rough around the edges, but you knew he meant well. "there's no going back. I don't want to go back. if you want to go, we go."

your head spun. "but how will we pay for everything?"

"do not worry, Engel," he said as he stroked your hair. "i have money saved, and i'm sure you could sneak some of your own on the way out. all will be well."

you held onto his bicep as you cried, and he soothed you as best as he could. you finally managed to stop crying, and now lay tired and limp against him.

"just say when, Engel," he whispered into your hair. "just say when, and we will go."

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[honeysuckle-knight]

I've been doing visual art more than anything else lately (and very little I can share because it involves naked trans bodies and I'm not fucking w censorship shit) but

god you G O T T A take your shit seriously. you gotta. have to. no alternative. all of it. your influences, your themes, your concepts, all of it. irony will not save you from disappointment in your work but it will stunt you from making good work. i don't mean 'be dour' i don't mean 'don't have fun' i mean take it seriously. something makes you laugh, moves you, inspires you, enrages you, etc. you cannot reflexively diminish that. you gotta sit with it and chew on it and work out how/why it makes you feel like that and devour it. take your joy seriously.

and this isn't novel advice but its something ive struggled with wrt 'respectability'. my work got 100x better and more honest when i owned up to the fact that I basically just want to do art of the human body + transness + our relationship to nature and artifice and questioning the boundaries of the body/what gets counted as natural. that's it. nothing else. thats what im chewing on. and to do that i had to stop flinching at it. i had to be willing to look at the work of my fellow trans artists and theorists and take them seriously. take myself seriously. take erotic art and self portraiture seriously. understand that what im doing has value. that shit is hard man

[oneforthemunny]

could i request some mafia!eddie pregnancy angst?

baby blues |mafia!eddie munson x pregnant!reader|

prompt: you're pregnant. eddie's scared. he does what he always does when he's scared; he runs.

contains: mafia!eddie so mafia themes, some mentions of violence and drugs, pregnant reader, unplanned pregnancy, angst angst angst, parental fears, past trauma mentions, fluff-ish at the end (you guys know I have to make it happy or I'll throw up lol)

Eddie had always heard about time standing still, frozen in fear, the Earth unmoving and stilling all around you. He'd seen it happen to others, sometimes he was the one inflicting it. Yet somehow, he'd never experienced it. Not even when he was staring down the barrel of a gun, a bullet lodging himself in his lungs.

Not until now.

Standing in the marble bathroom, your fingers at your lips, anxiously chewing on your nails, arm wrapped around your midsection protectively.

Suddenly, Eddie felt like he was under water, ears ringing and roaring, your muffled voice that he couldn't bring himself to register the words. He felt his breath leave him, one final push of air out of his mouth, heart stilling to a stop in his chest.

The pregnancy test on the counter. Positive.

Two beady red lines that ran down the test and straight to Eddie's nervous system, shocking him back into reality. "Eddie," You sighed, heavy, a little nervous- begging. Begging him to look at you, say something, anything to you.

Eddie blinked up at you, eyes far too wide and scared. Not the usual poker face Eddie held in times of fear. Oh no, that was gone. Gone was the rationality, the stoic expression he kept for you. Eddie was scared.

"Eddie, please. I-I know it's not what we wanted," Your breath stuttered. Of course it wasn't what you wanted. Neither one of you really ever planned on kids. It wasn't in the cards with this lifestyle. More importantly, with the danger that came with this life.

"Can you... Can you say something, please?" You whimpered, your hand curling into your sweater, grabbing at the material there over your stomach.

Eddie swallowed hard, eyes flickering from the counter back to you. "I-I don't know what to say." He admitted. That was true. His mind had gone vacant with fear, his own heartbeat in his ears was deafening, making it very difficult for him to think of much of anything.

Your lip quivered, fists balling beside you. "I'm sorry..." You muttered, unsure of what else to say. "I-I don't know how this happened. I went to get my shot and I was... I was on schedule and," You stuttered, heart shattering in your own chest. "And I don't know what to do, Ed."

Eddie didn't console you. Didn't wrap you up in his arms and tell you everything would be alright. Didn't tell you he'd handle it or not to worry, that the two of you would figure it out. Not like he'd done before.

No, this time. He just stood there. Just as unsure and scared as you.

***

"Rick," Ladonna's voice carried down the hall, her heels clacking with every step behind her. "Honey, someone's here for you."

Rick huffed, pushing out from under his desk. "Don, I'm busy. Can you tell them I'm not-" Rick wasn't expecting to see Eddie there. All curly hair and wide eyes despite the heavy bags under them.

Rick flinched, looking from his wife back to Eddie. "Jesus, kid, you look like shit." He muttered, scanning his frame.

Ladonna glared at him over Eddie's shoulder, patting his back gently before excusing herself. "Did we have a meeting or something? I didn't have anything down but-"

"-I need to talk to you." Eddie said, urgent but not shrill. An eery calm that had Rick's shoulders tensing, eyes cutting around out of instinct.

"Yeah?" Rick hummed, shoving his hands in his pockets, trying to appear as cool and level headed as he could. "'bout what? What's wrong?"

"About my dad." Eddie said bluntly, eyes blinking. He looked young, like a scared teenager again.

Rick's heart lurched at the mention of Clint, mouth opening then closing. He let out a slow sigh, nodding gently. "Sure." He pushed the door to his office open, letting Eddie walk in.

Eddie didn't look around at the spacious walls or at the art lining them. No, he'd been in here too many times before, seen it before, and he was too scared to be interested. Instead, he sat on the couch, perched on the edge, hands clasped in front of him and knee bouncing.

Rick hadn't seen the kid like this in a while. Not since he first started, anxious that he'd fucked up when he'd shot someone trying to rob him. "So," Rick propped himself across from Eddie, sinking into the chair. "You want to know about your dad?"

Eddie nodded, hands pressed together in a white knuckled grasp, knee bouncing furiously, faster and faster at the mention. "Any reason why?" Rick pressed, eyes scanning over Eddie.

Eddie's breathing hitched, running a hand over his face, refusing to meet Rick's eyes. "I just... I need to know what he did." Eddie admitted with a shaky sigh.

Rick raised a brow. "You know what he did." He replied simply. "He handled the messy shit. Me and him both, actually, under David."

"No, I mean..." Eddie shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "What did he... How-How did he fuck up?" Eddie lifted his eyes, leg stilling entirely. The room was uncomfortably silent. "What did he do wrong?"

Rick leaned back, the chair groaning slightly. He watched Eddie, how he rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans, the rings on his fingers catching his eye. Specifically on his third finger, the way he twirled it around his digit with his thumb, fiddling with it anxiously.

Rick sighed heavily out his nose, nodding slowly. "So," He started, leaning forward. "Your girl's pregnant, isn't she?"

Eddie stilled, eyes widening in a dead giveaway. "How-How did you even-"

Rick shrugged, cutting him off. "Ed, you come to me, asking about your dad. You look like shit, like you're about to fucking give out on me at any moment. So either you're being haunted by Clint, or your girl is pregnant. Which is it?"

Eddie's throat bobbed, a hard swallow. "S-She just told me yesterday."

Rick's eyes bulged. "And you left?" He boomed. "Jesus Christ, kid, did you fucking tell her you were leaving?" Eddie's silence was answer enough. "For fuckssake, Ed. Your girl is pregnant and you run? What kind of bum does that?"

"I'm scared, ok!" Eddie exploded, jumping to his feet, arms out in exasperation, voice echoing off the walls. "I-I don't even know what to do, ok? I don't know why I left, I don't know why I'm here, and I don't... fuck, Rick, I don't know how to be a dad."

Rick watched him, his lips pressing together, eyes shining. He'd seen Eddie go head to head with guys double his side, not batting an eye once. He'd seen him get questioned by the feds, too calm and cool for them to crack him ever. Yet here he was, petrified, begging Rick for some sort of answers he wasn't sure he had.

"You wanna know what your dad did wrong?" Rick asked, calmly. "Clint was sloppy."

"Rick, I'm not talking about work. I mean-"

"- He was sloppy at his job, but he was sloppy as a dad, too." Rick said, jaw flexing gently. Eddie's shoulders deflated, blinking at him curiously. "You were young, and your mom... she was great, Ed. She did everything she could to keep you safe, but Clint... Clint was an alcoholic and a junkie who was too busy shoving half the stash up his nose to be a good dad or a good husband."

Eddie's heart dropped, sinking lower and lower into his chest. Rick sighed. "I know that's not what you want to hear. No kid wants to hear their dad's a piece of shit, even if you knew it. It's still shit to hear, but it's true."

"Great. Just great." Eddie threw his hands up. "I'm gonna fuck this kid up just like him and-"

"- Now, hold on." Rick stood, brow furrowed in challenge at Eddie. "When did I say that, huh? I never said that shit, kid. Don't be putting words in my mouth." The hard glare, stoic and serious flashed over Eddie's eyes for a moment before Rick continued.

"You want the truth? My honest to God opinion? Fine." Rick paused, taking a step closer to Eddie. "The fact that you're here. The fact that you're worried about becoming like your dad, worried about being a good dad, worried about keeping them both safe. That's enough to prove to me, that you're not gonna be like your dad."

Eddie hesitated, chin quivering before he clenched his teeth. "But I don't even know how to be a dad. I don't know what to do."

"No one does. Are you kiddin' me?" Rick scoffed. "You think any parent knows what the fuck they're doing? No. But they figure it out together." He glared at Eddie pointedly. "They don't fucking run. They stick around and they figure it out. Since when are you a runner, kid?"

Eddie felt his stomach twist with guilt, heart hammering at the image of you, still in bed, cheeks tear stained and shining in the low light when he slipped out late last night.

"I don't want to fuck up." Eddie whispered, shaky breaths that matched his shaking hands. "Don't want to be like my dad and ruin this kid... Ruin both their lives."

"Eddie, listen to me," Rick placed a hand on his shoulder gently. "You take care of them, you keep them safe, and you love them."

"What if I can't keep them safe?" Eddie rasped, eyes shining with fear.

"You will." Rick nodded, reassuring. "You care way too much. Clint... he got sloppy. You won't be like that."

Eddie nodded, swallowing at the thought of his mother. Rick squeezed his shoulder lightly. "You'll be a good dad, Ed. I know you will be."

"I hope you're right." Eddie said halfheartedly. "Doesn't feel like I'm off to a very good start."

Rick snorted, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, well, good thing you got some time to prepare, huh? Got some time to make it up with your missus too. If she doesn't castrate you after this. I wouldn't blame her if she did." Rick glared at him. Eddie nodded, face falling with worry as he looked down.

Rick walked around his desk, pulling the rotary phone and sliding it over to Eddie. "Call her and let her know you're alright." Rick nodded, walking towards the door.

"Thanks, Rick." Eddie muttered, but his eyes were soft, warm and genuine. He spun the dial, fingers tapping on the desk before he turned, speaking lowly into the phone.

Rick heard the shrill from across the room, Eddie flinching at the sound of what he could only assume was his furious wife. He left the room, making his way down the hall towards the bedroom, picking up the other phone off the hook, dialing a number.

"It's me. I need fifteen guys moved down in Hawkins. Back up... Send 'em some good ones down there... Yeah, just some extra muscle..." Rick muttered lowly into the phone. He knew Eddie had it covered, sure he'd be able to keep you both safe, but extra help wouldn't hurt anyone.

***

"She's pissed, Ed." Max muttered when Eddie made his way up the stairs of sidewalk. The redhead's arms crossed over her chest, glaring at him fiercely.

"I don't blame her." Eddie sighed, looking past her into the house. "Anyone else here?"

"Jeff. He calmed her down last night. Me and Gare were looking for you." Max replied. "Jeff told us you were at Rick's and... well, we got the guest room ready for you. Figured you'd be staying there for a while."

Eddie rolled his eyes, but he knew she was right. You had every reason to be mad at him, furious and hurt. His heart lurched at the thought. "Can you get Jeff and... can you both give us some space?" Eddie asked, eyes softening when he looked at Max.

Eddie didn't wait for her response, climbing up the stairs towards the bedroom. He could hear the low rumble of the TV, hesitating for a moment before he turned the knob.

There you sat, perched on the edge of the bed, arms crossed over you, lips twisted and eyes narrowed in a look of pure rage. The dogs in front of you, sitting at alert when Eddie walked in.

"Hi, baby-"

"Don't." You snapped, uncrossing your arms to pound your fist into the mattress. "Don't you fucking dare come in here acting like everything's alright. You left me? You left me?" You sneered, crossing the carpet towards Eddie.

"Baby, I didn't-"

"I wake up and you're gone. Gone. No one knows where you are. Your keys are gone, your cars gone. I didn't get a note, not a word, not so much as a goodbye, I'll be back, a fuck you, nothing!" You jabbed his chest furiously, toe to toe with him. Eddie shrunk under your furious glare.

"I was fucking terrified, Eddie. I thought something had happened, or-or that you..." You shook your head, swallowing around the thought. You couldn't bring yourself to even say it. The harsh truth that you thought was your reality just hours before.

"You left me. You left us." Your hand moved to your stomach, cradling your torso. Eddie's eyes followed, swallowing thickly around your words, around his own guilt. "If you don't want this baby, fine. Just say that, Ed. I'll leave."

"No." Eddie snapped fiercely. You faltered, shocked at his reaction. "No, please don't... I-I fucked up, ok? I was scared and I shouldn't have done that, but I'm not leaving. I'm here now, and I'm here to stay." Eddie grabbed your hands, squeezing them in his own.

"Yeah, for now." You rolled your eyes, turning your head so he wouldn't see the tears that threatened to roll down your cheeks. "Until you decide you don't want to be here-"

"-Don't." Eddie shook his head, jaw flexing with emotion. "It wasn't you or-or the baby." His throat tightened around the words, head spinning at the realization. You were bringing a baby, a real baby into this world. His baby.

"It was me." Eddie croaked, eyes shining wetly, threatening to fall with tears. "I-I just wanna be a good dad. I want to keep you both safe, and-and... I was scared, baby. I was scared I'd be like my dad and-" His face crumpled into itself, a shuttering breath that had his body shaking with sobs.

You reached for him instinctually, pulling him into you with a soothing hand on his head, letting him curl into your neck. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Eddie rasped. "I won't leave, I fucking swear. I'll keep you both safe. I won't let anyone hurt you." He babbled into your skin.

"I know you won't." You hushed him, cradling his head.

"I won't ever leave you again. I'm so sorry, so fucking sorry." Eddie clung to you, hands balling into the material of your shirt.

"You better not." You gave him a watery smile, cradling his jaw when he pulled back. "I'll take Rick's suggestion up next time. Have your balls on a fucking chain if you do that to me again."

Eddie laughed, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "I won't." He said sincerely shaking his head.

His hands found your torso, squeezing gently over the place where the baby was. He swore he could feel the swell of your abdomen, a tiny change that had his heart soaring. You'd tell him it was too soon, but he knew it felt different. It was different. You two were going to be parents, bringing a baby- a life into this world.

Eddie worried constantly, endlessly if he'd be a good dad. A million "what ifs" and consuming dark thoughts that wrapped around his mind, leading him to do everything he could to prevent them from coming to fruition. He worried about the labor, about the risks after with new borns, if he'd be able to keep you both safe, if he'd fuck the kid's life up like his dad had his. He wondered if he'd worry forever, that he'd probably never stop, but he did know one thing. He'd be there for you and his baby. He wasn't going to run.

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Father Malfoy- a D.M. SMUT

Synopsis: Father Malfoy shows you what biblical duties truly mean when he finds out about your engagement

Warnings: 18+ (abusive relationship, praise kink, domination, derogatory names + language, unprotected sex, cheating, restraining, power play?) religious themes

PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS INSPIRED BY ANOTHER FIC ON A03 SO INSPIRATION/SIMILARITY COMES FROM THEM <3 (@Cuntoid so give them some love)

A/N: I’m backkk my little devils ;))

“It won’t change anything.”

You stare at the ground, kicking your foot in an anxious manner. Absentmindedly chewing on your fingernails as you try very hard to avoid eye contact with the person in front of you. The words repeatedly stuck in your head made you furrow your eyebrows.

“It could change a lot.”

You hear no response and take it to finally break the long eye contact with the ground to stare into his cold, lifeless, grey orbs. He’s sitting back in his chair, leg crossed onto the other yet they are still spread apart enough to see his body. One hand covers his mouth and he stares back at you hardly even blinking.

“A ring won’t undo your sins, let alone playing pretend as his wife won’t make you any less of a whore.”

The sun peeks through the curtains and lands upon the diamond ring that envelops your finger. His eyes trail down towards the ring, and you can see his jaw tense and his eyes grow in fever. Your eyes follow his to the same destination. The rainbow shadows dance along the room, and a prism of light hits his eyes just right.

"Isn't jealousy a sin, Father?"

He scoffs aloud, breaking your trance from the ring and back into his familiar eyes. "What could I possibly be jealous of? That ring may show onlookers you are claimed, but how are you even claimed? Mentally? Hardly. Spiritually?" He pauses, and the sound of your heart thumps so loud it makes the hairs on your body sit upright. "I know you aren't claimed physically, for what you wear when you visit me states otherwise doesn't it?"

You shift in your seat, not because you are nervous, no, because you know he's right. The skirts and dresses you wear make it more accessible for him. However, recently, the length begs the question of how accessible you want it to be.

He straightens his posture, folds his hands on the desk, and awaits your rebuttal, knowing it is in vain.

"I love him."

" I never said you didn't love him. I'm simply stating your sins and how they contribute to making you a whore."

You suck in a breath and try to rack that brain of a way to respond to him but to no avail. You come up with no words and soon the real anxiety sets in.

He slowly gets up and rounds his desk, stopping next to you before kneeling. Even on one knee, his figure looms over you, powers over you. His long fingers mindless dance upon your arm as his eyes reach deep into yours.

"You sound jealous...incredibly jealous."

"Yet, you come here and seek refugee in my warmth. Find ways to pay for your sins. To worship me. I know what you need, and your soon-to-be husband won't ever know you like I do."

He licks his lips and shows his canines--causing you to grip the chair. His eyes dip down to watch your motions before slowly reaching your eyes again. His hot breath tickles your arms, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"If you were some unimportant whore from the streets, I'd congratulate you. But I've tasted...felt how your warm flesh sends me an invitation to my own demise."

The hand that laid beside him now creeps upon your thigh, making you spread your legs all without breaking focus. You suck a moan when his slender fingers reach your entrance to rub a delicious movement against your bare core but it never reaches where you wish it would. He’s teasing you, showing you how he owns you through simple games.

"Does his touch affect you so? Does a simple touch from him make you spread your legs? Does it?" You nod a no weakly, and his eyes swirl with pride. Your hand grips the chair even harder, and his teeth come into contact with your plush thighs. Nail indents would be left over from how hard his nails dug into you. Claiming you. Marking you up for him. Only him.

His hot tongue draws circles in the inner of your thighs. Right now, your heart is felt between your legs, and your mouth is watered from the attention you are receiving. You yelp as his teeth nip and bite, leaving hard marks just to go over them with his tongue.

You could feel how wet you were and almost taste it in your mouth. The smell flooded the room as his head neared your aching entrance. Butterflies filled your stomach so that your toes could curl. With little strength, you call out his name.

"F-Father."

His name was so breathy it hardly was heard. It was a mere whisper, yet it tore his actions to a halt as he looked up through his lids.

"Get up."

His voice echoed in your head as his warmth left your cold body. He waited for you to listen to him, and with shaky legs you stood up just like he asked. His nails dig shape as he pulls you around the desk, grabbing the back of your hair to drop you down.

The cold wood made your feverous body shiver as your hands scrambled to find something to hold onto. You swear you could feel the wood vibrate from how fast your heart was thumping. Cold fingers touched your waist and made you shiver from the sensation.

Suddenly you feel thankful to be at the desk and to have something hold your weak body up. "Does he ever take you on furniture or is the bed the only salvation you have encountered?"

"He...He wants to save it till marriage."

A hum followed by a pause. Another pause passes before he answers you.

"He hasn't even taken a bite out of the forbidden fruit? But, instead, he awaits it like a present wrapped in a neat little bow? Does he know I have tasted your nectar or that you aren't as innocent as you claim?"

"He doesn't know, Draco."

A harsh pull of your hair has you choking on air as he pulls your head back to the point of snapping it. His face nears yours as he growls in your ear.

"You will call me by my rightful name!"

His once cool grey eyes have daggers embedded deep within as he stares you down. Tears blur your vision as you try to answer the man but all words become gargled. Instead, you let out a whimper to signal how sorry you were to disrespect him.

His warm tongue darts from behind his canines and he licks a strip up your jugular. His other hand reaches down your dress to twist your now rock-hard nipple. A moan escapes your throat and his iron-clad grip slowly lets go of your hair.

"Apologize for your mistake slut."

"I'm-I'm sorry Father..."

A finger dances along your spine and reaches your dress before he hikes the material high enough to show him what he wants to see. Your fingers grip the desk harder in anticipation of what is to come next.

"No panties underneath? My my what a true common whore you really are!"

A brush against your now-exposed entrance has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Rubbing through your folds, he groans at the sight of what truly wet with desire you are. A gasp and an arch in the back as his finger enters till his cold ring reaches your hole.

"Fuck...so wet for me aren't you?"

You nod so quick that your brain can't register what he actually said. The feeling was too good--the pumping action builds a band inside of you. Just a little more and it would break.

But the feeling stops suddenly as you clench around nothing. A pout reaches your features but turns back into pleasure at the sound of a belt.

His belt buckle snaps with such a delicious sound you swear you can feel it. A tap is felt on one of your cheeks and you spread your legs farther without a word even being said.

"Good girl...beg me for it."

"Please, Father! Please! Plea-oh!"

A quick slam of his thick cock has your pelvis squashed up against the wood in a painful movement. He sets out a quick pace, one that has you moaning and babbling incoherent words. Sharp quick thrusts soon turn into pleasure as your body shapes around him perfectly.

"Look at how quick your body adjusted for me. Only I can make your body twitch and shake. Let me make you mine. Let me fill you up completely."

His groans intertwine with your moans as his hand finds your neck and squeezes it. This makes you clench around him and you hear a sharp intake of air enter his lips.

His grip falters on your neck but he makes up for it by shoving his fingers deep in your mouth. His fingers fill up your mouth as much as his cock does. Salvia drips down into a puddle on the desk.

The hand on your waist is so tight you know a bruise will develop later. You could care less in fact, with the way his cock brushing your stomach makes you feel drunk. His thrusts become more erratic and that shakes the desk. He chases after his own high and could feel how close you were getting to yours.

He stops his motions and snatches his fingers from your warm mouth. His hands grip your sides and flip you on your back. You scream out as his cock slams back into you. You watch the sweat drip from his forehead as he ruts so hard.

The grip around your neck is back but much greater. You can hardly breathe and spots line your vision.

"Tell me how good it feels."

You babble words and sounds as you can feel the band starting to break. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your legs shake with intensity.

"Yes, milk my cock! Let me fill that womb and see how fruitful you are in return."

Tears form in the corner of your eyes as his thrusts hit your now sensitive body. His thumb enters your mouth and he moans as you take in it.

Soon his thrusts become sloppy and you know how close he is. His eyebrows furrow together and his head is thrown back as he shoots white thick ropes inside your gummy walls.

His cock twitches as he rides his high, slowing down in the process. He slowly takes out his white-painted member before getting back dressed. He remains his composure and looks as if he didn't commit a sin just now. He looks back at you and then down to see his efforts drip down onto the desk.

He scoops it back up before plugging your hole with his fingers. You look up at him confused.

"We wouldn't want my efforts to just end up on the desk. No, it must stay inside you." He hums in agreement.

"What would your husband think if you were to get pregnant from my seed?" You look at him through half-lidded eyes too tired to even move.

"Would he be mad? Pissed? Surprised even?" Tears prick your eyes as you listen to him talk.

"Don't cry little dove. I have big plans for you. Very big indeed."

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a tale of ice baths and hot sauce

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Placement: the day after 'a sizing mishap'

Summary: An effort is made to find out who your mystery boyfriend is during the Elementals challenge when some members of the staff see some marks on your neck that weren't there before…

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: language [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: mango mention (no really i did that here lol); bit of insecurity from Reader if you squint

"You think anyone would notice if I just pinched a chip from the bowl?" you joked while setting up the table for the Elementals-themed challenge that a handful of the Soccer Aid players were going to voluntarily subject themselves to with Joelah, the host for most if not all the promo videos for this event. You raised an eyebrow playfully at her when she approached the table with a giddy little skip in her step, practically twirling in her outfit of relaxed fit jeans and a diagonal cut asymmetrical crop top. "Please tell me where you go shopping I'm in desperate need of cuter clothes. I mean, 'raiding the boyfriend's closet chic' is cute and all but…I also drown in fabric whenever I do it."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Y/N, I think you're faring pretty damn fine if I do say so myself." She waved a hand at your current getup of a cropped loose olive green halter top and a black ruffle skort. "Players seem to enjoy it well enough," she mumbled with a lower tone, as if warning you that you were currently being ogled. "Oy! Eyes on the ball, you pervy lads!"

"Thanks," you told her with a smile, pulling your hair into a ribbon so that it wouldn't stick to your sweaty neck. "Now…do you wanna share with the class why you were skipping--"

"Bloody hell, Y/L/N, your neck!" she gasped, pointing at the right side of your neck and collarbone. "You didn't have that when I last saw you yesterday--Oh my lordy me, you hooked up with someone here! Is it one of the players? That social media star on the World team? One of the pros? Sam Claflin??"

"No on all fronts, Jo," you laughed off her questions. "My boyfriend's working the event, too. I was with him." Her jaw dropped to the ground with your revelation. "We're keeping things a bit…low key, you know?"

"Oh you and your secrets," she teased, still motioning toward your neck. "If that isn't a sign that screams 'Horny blokes step the fuck back', I haven't the faintest idea what is. Anyways, what were you asking earlier?"

"Ah, right. I was gonna ask why were you skipping on your way here like you were back in school and teacher just gave you a gold star?"

"Oh…Oh! Because I just got the players for the Elementals Fire and Ice challenge and Number 6 lit'rally up and volunteered to represent Team England." She made a motion fanning herself. "That godly bod dripping wet and clothes just clinging to him? Lordy me have mercy. And whoever put him in the teeniest jersey and shorts imaginable, I just wanna eurgh! Wanna grab 'em and thank 'em to the high heavens, y'know? Thank 'em for their service."

You are very welcome, you thought to yourself.

"Maybe if you leave an iced coffee on the table and go pspspsps they'll acknowledge your gratitude," you joked, once again pointing to the chips. "I'm taking a pinch. And trying out these sauces, I've been deadly curious since yesterday."

"You take the green one, I'll take one of the reds," she offered, already getting a large chip for herself and placing a few drops of the brighter red condiment. When you had placed a dollop of the green hot sauce onto your own chip, you clinked your pieces together before taking thing whole and bracing for the worst. "Fuck all that is hellish!" she mumbled around her piece, eyeing you incredulously while you just continued on chewing and letting the taste of the sauce linger for a moment or two. "How in the…"

You grabbed all the bottles and looked over the labels with a scrutinizing eye. "The green's deceptive. Makes you think you're getting the milder one but it's got the highest level of Scoville units. I feel sorry to whoever's gonna end up with that."

There was some motion from the corner of your eye, which you quickly realized were the camera crew and some other members of the staff carting around numerous 10 gallon bottles of water and 3 drums. And following just behind them were the six players slated to play this little trivia game. You gave them all a little wave and a courteous smile, making sure to hold eye contact with each of them, and saving Tom for last so you could allow yourself the indulgence of holding his gaze for a fraction of a moment longer, which he returned with a small wave and an obviously deliberate infinitesimal twitch of his two middle fingers.

"Goodness, Y/L/N," one of the staff members, Allen, bellowed. "What happened to--"

"My neck?" you finished for him. "Don't worry about it. My boyfriend thinks himself a vampire," you answered with a casual shrug, earning you a round of chuckles from the rest of the crew and the players. You motioned toward the water drums. "Should we get that all set up then?"

"Oh. Yeah, for sure." He waved his arm toward the drums as well. "Have at it."

"I could help you," Scarlette chimed in, already taking the end of the drum in front of you and jutting her chin in the direction of your neck. "I didn't see that on you yesterday when I picked up my uniform. I take it your boyfriend's somewhere in the building then?" She capped off her question with a cheeky wiggle of her eyebrows.

"Yes, and I'm not saying a single word on where and who he is. But I won't deny it if anyone guesses correctly. The only catch though…you only get two guesses each," you offered, looking at both her and Joelah.

"Claflin," Scarlette spoke immediately, causing the other one to make a motion as if to stop her but all too late.

"Aaaaand that's one wrong guess. Also makes you the second person in this place to for some reason think that I'm bumping uglies with Finnick Odair."

"I could've told you it's not Mister Clock App, or Claflin…or any of the pros," Joelah grumbled out. "We're down to three."

You two set up the last of the water drums, making sure that they were equidistant from one another, and after thanking Scarlette you moved toward the massive water bottles to start filling them up. "Let me help you," Tom spoke up, already placing his hands under the bottle, brushing his hands across yours before taking most of the weight of the bottle and leading you both toward the drum. "You reckon they'll guess me, darling?" he asked under his breath.

"Absolutely not," you answered, keeping your voice down. "I don't think they'll even consider it a possibility that I can pull you."

"Personally I think you pull me just fine," he shot back, smirking when you had to suppress a chortle from his words. "More than fine, actually."

"Menace," you hissed, trying to covertly take deep breaths while the two of you walked to the next bottle and repeated the process.

"Only for you, sweetheart."

"Okay you must be built all kinds of different, because I don't think I coulda kept my wits about me being that close him with the guns on full display, and in close proximity to…what was it the internet called it again?"

"The mango?" you prompted Joelah, causing you both to break out in stifled giggles while waiting for the camera crew to finish setting up.

"Yes! And I saw that little hand brushing, too I mean—how were you not absolutely swooning the second he walked up to the bottle? Hell, how did you even function?"

I have been under those guns on full display and touched more than just his hand, you thought to yourself, holding your words back and instead gave her a little shrug. "Worked with him before. You get used to it," you bluffed. "Besides, I've got someone, and I'm really happy and stupid in love. So there's that, too."

"We need a hand here!" Scarlette called out in your general direction, her and Bugzy already on their feet but pointing at Tom who for some unknown reason, currently had both feet sticking up and out of the drum and putting him in a position that made it exceedingly more difficult for him to get up and out of the drum.

"How in the actual fuck did he even get like that?" you started thinking aloud. A strangled noise slipped from your mouth the second his head dipped below the water and his hands lost their grip on the edge of the drum.

You knew that he would be able to find his way back up, but it didn't stop the way your heart caught in your throat. The way that your legs were involuntarily twitching as if taking on a mind of their own and urging you to make your way to him.

If he hadn't stuck his head back out from under the water just a few seconds later, you would have been more than ready to run to him and help him to his feet, check on him the way he often checked on you when he would see you short of breath on set. You wouldn't have given a damn about the cameras capturing your every move.

But instead you were frozen in place, watching as he ascended and took a big heaving breath, shaking the water from his hair and his eyes before finding your gaze. You were suddenly acutely aware of nearly every minute movement of your body trying to fight back every reaction you had to the excessively obvious bedroom eyes he was giving you, resorting to subtly digging what little fingernail you had into the palm of your hand to at least focus on something else until he looked away.

You moved the moment you clocked the excitement on the faces of Joelah as well as some female members of the staff, already undoubtedly about to speak up that they would gladly help him out. "Can we cut?" you hollered toward the cameraman, who responded to you with a simple thumbs up, pressing a button on his equipment that stopped recording. You quickly whipped out your phone and snapped a picture of Tom in the precarious position before you reached him.

"Really, Y/N?" he huffed, feigning exasperation but you knew that tone better than any other person around you at the moment. He was amused. And you would be in trouble later tonight. You even began to doubt if you could completely walk properly in the morning or if you would walk into the briefing area with a more than slight penguin waddle.

"Had to," you quipped, shrugging your shoulders and scrunching your nose at him reflexively before placing your phone back in your pocket and holding your arms out toward him so he could brace himself. "Tuck your feet back into the drum."

You heard the slightest grumble from him before he wrapped a hand around one of your arms, did exactly as you said, and then wrapped his other arm across your shoulders while he tried to find his footing in the undoubtedly slippery interior of the water drum. "Thank you, sweetheart," he whispered under his breath, pulling you closer as you gripped the towel that was handed over to you and making quick work to spread it out and use it as a cover from prying eyes and wild cameras once his feet were firmly planted on the ground again.

The heavily curious gazes of everyone around you gave you enough pause to not wrap the towel around his waist, realization quickly dawning on you that the gesture would definitely be seen as a show of intimacy. You avoided his gaze as he took the towel from you, opting instead to lead the way to behind the backdrop, picking up his cleats and bag on the way.

You felt the irrational bristling of your skin as the sound of women giggling and commending your boyfriend on his form throughout the drills hit your ears, your hands finding it difficult to grasp the small laundry pouch you'd packed in his bag and a fresh pair of socks from the near violent shaking. When a familiar ridiculously large hand appeared in front of your face, you looked up abruptly to find Tom standing above you, the smile on his face growing brighter when you placed your hand in his and stood up.

"You're shaking," he murmured, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Come here."

He caught you off guard when he tugged you into his arms, a small yelp escaping you before you could stop yourself that had you hoping that nobody on the other side of the backdrop heard it. "What're you doing?" you questioned him in hushed tones, holding back your giggles as he pressed the fluffy sleeves of the bathrobe that he wore to your face and neck. Your hands wrapped around his wrist when he started patting at the exposed skin of your chest. "Sweetie!" You couldn't hold back your giggles when he used his free arm to wrap around you and pull you closer to him.

"You're wet," he said simply, continuing to pat at your dampened skin.

"Well I'm your girlfriend, it kinda comes with the territory," you quipped, letting out another barely muted squeal when he pulled his hand from your grasp and grabbed the back of your head to pull you in for a kiss. Almost immediately you melted in his arms, both of you smiling against each other's lips as you wrapped your arms around him. "Private--"

"This is private, goddess," he cut you off, capturing your lips in another soft kiss. "Public would be bringing you to the center of the field and marking you again with everyone as witness so that there isn't a shadow of doubt in anyone's mind that you're mine."

The sound of the camera crew calling out for him snapped you two out of your moment. "Give me a minute," he hollered out, pressing a final kiss to your forehead before loosening his hold on you and letting you step back from him. You offered him your hand to hold himself steady while he changed out the soiled socks from the challenge. "Did you take a look at the hot sauces on the table?"

"Of course I did," you quipped, scrunching your nose at him when his eyes flickered to yours. "Don't take the green one, it's a trap."

"I'll keep that in mind," he murmured, eyeing you with a smirk when he stood upright and you took his shin guards from him. "And what exactly are you doing, darling?"

You answered him with a playful grin. "Oh I'm sorry. Would you like to try putting these on through two layers of fluff?" He answered you with a minute shake of his head. "No? Well alright then." You proceeded to crouch down and place the shin guards under the knee-high socks, only stopping when you heard a shutter from above your head and looking up at him from your position with a bemused smirk. "Really, Tom?"

"It needed to be done," he said with a chuckle, waving your phone tauntingly in his hand. "After all, you do look so tempting from this angle. Let me just send this to my phone really quick."

You made a point to audibly snap the garter of his sock against his skin, making him jump the slightest bit and squint his eyes at you as you rose to stand upright again. "Give it back," you cooed, holding your hand out. Instead of doing just that, he grabbed hold of your hand and closed the distance between you, placing your arm over his shoulder as his hands roamed down your back before settling in your back pockets.

Before you could say a single word, he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss and you could feel the weight of your phone back in your pocket. As well as his hand grabbing a handful of your ass before he pulled away. "I love you," he whispered, briefly brushing the tip of his nose across yours before stepping backwards, back to the set so that the World Team could have their turn at the ice baths.

"I love you, too." The sound of the crew calling out your name this time and telling you to come help in setting up the next batch was enough to wipe the smitten grin off your face and send you running in the other direction.

A/N: Starting off my 5-day weekend strong with a new Soccer Aid piece out! I have one more that I'm gonna focus on before I give Soccer Aid Hiddles a break from the page for a while to focus on…'relinquish the crown: plans & protestations'! 😳👀 It's been too long since I've written those two blorbos and I miss them so they're next 💖

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[risenwrites]

Title: Hustler

Pairing: Sampo Koski X Historian! Female! Reader

Warnings: The reader is not the Trailblazer. Reader has a BIG crush on Sampo. Some slightly suggestive themes. Manipulation of feelings, aka Sampo, is an asshole. Based off of the “Everwinter City Museum Ledger of Curiosities” Event, so minor spoilers.

Word Count: ~3.4k

Status: Semi-Edited

You stare at Pela, eyes wide like she'd told you the world was ending. Which, for you, practically was thanks to the favor she asked.

Pela wanted you to catch the person behind the recent thievery of artifacts. You, of all people? The whole situation had been explained to you with, at least you hoped, no details left out. Helping the Silvermane Guards catch a criminal sounded exciting, but at the same time, you fear for your safety. You press your lips together while fiddling with your fingers. The short Silvermane Guard looked at you, eyes filled with hope, and all you could do was look away.

"… I'm not sure about this, Miss Pela. Shouldn't you tell this to the Temporary Museum Director?" you ask, dearly hoping she'll listen to you. "After all, you two had worked so hard to get to this point in the investigation," you added. Pela simply smiled and shook her head. Which had you internally deflate and panic at the same time.

"I don't want to trouble them more since they're getting so close to completing the museum," she explained. "Besides, sending you in their stead will lessen the chance of Mr. Cold Feet escaping since you are– sorry, were Norbert’s friend. Tell Mr. Cold Feet that Norbert sent you, or you could pretend to be Norbert since you know him so well!"

You tried to give her a look to tell her you weren't quite sure, but you could tell she didn't notice as she continued to smile at you. Even if she did, you were sure her mind was already made up. You sighed and placed a hand on your face while shaking your head.

"Miss Pela, I'm a civilian… What if this person turns out to be dangerous? I'm only a historical researcher for the museum. I-I really think sending me is a bad idea." you try to argue.

Again, Pela shook her head with a smile. "I promise you'll be safe. I'll keep in touch with you through text, and if you don't respond for more than a few minutes, I'll head over immediately," she explained while placing a hand over her heart. "I swear on my duty as a Silvermane Guard that no harm will come to you. If it helps, I can add some payment for agreeing to help."

You hated it, but when Pela mentioned payment, you were almost hooked. It took all you had to not agree immediately. Having some extra money would be fantastic, especially with how much your personal funds went toward your research. Maybe now you could pay for some healthy food…

You mentally slapped yourself and shook your head. Swallowing hard, you looked down at your feet in contemplation. Should you really agree to help? Yes, you'd get paid, and there was guaranteed help if the situation went south. Still, this would be very dangerous for you, and something in the back of your mind was telling you to decline. Yet when you looked up to tell Pela your answer, the words got stuck in your throat from seeing Pela's smiling and hopeful face. You chew the inside of your cheek, then sigh in defeat.

"Okay… I'll help," you reluctantly agreed with a weak smile.

Pela practically beamed upon hearing your agreement. You'd never seen her this happy outside of her passion for books. "Wonderful! You should head over to the Grand Gothe Hotel immediately to avoid having Mr. Cold Feet get suspicious," she quickly explained.

You give a slight nod, and while unsure you made the right choice, you wave goodbye and leave for the hotel.

Upon entering the hotel hallway, you received a text from Pela. You pulled out your phone and quickly looked over the messages.

"Okay... Lightly knock three times, then hard twice. It should be easy to remember," you think as you approach the door.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts and ready yourself before lightly knocking three times, then hard twice. When there was no immediate response, you internally panicked and wondered if you'd somehow gotten the password wrong.

"Uh... Norbert, is that you?" a familiar voice asked from the other side of the door.

At that moment, you froze and felt butterflies appear in your stomach. You'd recognize that voice anywhere, and hearing it had you panic more. There was no way he was the one behind all this trouble. Sure, you'd heard rumors about the shady dealings he had. But now he was an upstanding citizen of Belobog who helped save it alongside the Trailblazers-

You flinched out of your thoughts when the voice spoke again, "Hey... you're takin' an awful long time to respond, Norbert."

With panic running through your veins, you cough a little bit to hopefully get your voice to sound like your old friend. "Apologies, yes, it's me," you answered.

The person on the other side of the door groaned and then spoke, "What took ya so long? I was worried the Silvermane Guards mighta got to ya! But yer not the type to turn someone in at first capture, riiiiiight?"

It took everything in you not to chuckle at how he said: "right." A genuine smile appeared on your face, along with a blush, and you could feel your heart beat faster. However, that also made your heart metaphorically break since there's only one person you know who makes you feel this flustered. Which meant he was the one behind all these thefts.

"Well, it's time for me to get on out of here. After all, we already made a nice little fortune on this trip, huh?" the voice continued and pulled you, once again, out of your thoughts. You blinked a few times, trying to think of how to respond.

"How could I ever betray such a dear friend?" you asked rhetorically, voice still sounding like Norbert.

"Uh-oh, someone is getting a little emotionally overinvested..." the voice almost immediately responded, which surprised you slightly. You'd always thought he'd treat his customers, well, so-called customers, like friends since that's what he liked to call them, at least when he was talking with you.

The voice playfully scoffed. "You know what we are?" the voice continued. "Accomplices. You know what that means? Partners in crime! You know what else that means? We're not friends!"

Your heart sank a little bit, and the smile you had began to turn into a frown. Did... did he think of you like that, too? Even if you had never been one of his customers... you'd helped out before when he needed someplace to stay in the Administrative District. Everything about your friendship with him started to be questioned since now you weren't even sure if the Sampo you knew was the real Sampo.

"Alright, enough chinwagging. So, how much did the microfilm sell for?" the voice suddenly changed topic while you were still lost in thought. You hardly paid attention or thought clearly about how much the artifact would sell for when you answered.

"500,000 credits," you answer almost immediately and, without realizing it, begin to slip back into your normal voice.

The voice on the other side of the door was quiet for a moment. "... What? 500,000?! No offense, kid, but I can't see you haggling that kind of number... Or maybe you... Ugh! What- what kind of hotel is this, anyway?! No peepholes on the door?!"

Upon realizing your mistake, you snapped out of the spiraling thought process you'd been having. Your face paled in panic, and you tried to think of some way to get a better handle on the situation before he could get away. However, he spoke before you could think up some way to have him not suspect you.

"Ya'know, I just realized there's something I forgot, uhh, maybe you can help me remember. That Gears and Wisdom sculpture I told you to take apart and hide away... Can you remind me of how many pieces it had?" the voice asked, sounding suspicious.

"Easy, a little under 60," you said simply since you knew how many pieces were in the sculpture. You quickly froze when you realized that you stopped mimicking Norbert’s voice.

When “Mr. Cold Feet” didn't respond, panic flooded your system as you worried your cover had been blown. You knew this was a bad idea, yet you still agreed to get some much-needed money anyway. Maybe you weren't so different from him as you thought, but there was no time to dwell on that thought. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and forced the door open even though it might have badly bruised your shoulder and arm.

You opened your eyes to see the person you feared was on the other side of the door: Sampo Koski.

He put a hand on his forehead and gritted his teeth together while looking away in some form of shame. "Uh, ugh..." he grumbled and avoided eye contact momentarily. Then he forced a smile and looked at you. Both of you were silent for many seconds.

"Oh... uh guh huh, I mean-- oh! If it isn't my valued friend," he forced out while rubbing his hands together. "What a pleasant surprise to see you again. Isn't it amazing how fate brings people together? Hah? Hah? Our bridge of friendship could extend all the way to Everwinter Hill!"

You weren't sure what your expression looked like, but whatever it was, Sampo looked away very quickly. For your own sake, you hoped the heat in your cheeks was from rage rather than being flustered from looking at him. You swallowed hard and began fiddling with your fingers again.

"... Some people had been guessing you were behind all this... At least that's what I'd been told," you explained, and you could hear the heartbreak in your voice.

Sampo's eyes widened, and he brightened up for a moment. "Guessed? So... they don't have any evidence," he said with a sly grin starting to appear on his face. However, he quickly made that grin disappear as he turned away from you. "Hah, well, I mean, how could they? You already know that yer old buddy Sampo is a model citizen these days! Y'know, the guards on security duty in the restricted zone? I-"

"Deliver their breakfast every day..." you finished for him, having heard him talk about it many times. "Yes, I know... You've told me when you've stayed over at my house."

Once again, the room became quiet as you tried to wrap your head around this turn of events. You could feel some tears of sadness and frustration begin tickling your eyes. You'd so badly wanted to believe the rumors about him were wrong. That he wasn't the conman everyone made him out to be. You desperately tried to not start crying as he turned back to you.

"... So, uh, kinda cold out, haha... Man, this is getting uncomfortable," he tried to make small talk but quickly gave up. "Um, okay, okay, I have a proposal-"

"Do you think of me as a friend? O-or as someone you can use for free housing?" you suddenly cut him off.

His eyes widened in surprise before he blinked a few times. "Huh? Why would ya ask that question in this kinda situation? Aren't ya here to bust me and get me arrested?" he asked in complete confusion.

You ball your hands into fists and press your lips together. Taking a deep breath, you look him in the eyes while a few tears roll down your face. His eyebrows were furrowed together in what you hoped was confusion and concern since you started crying. At first, you didn't say anything since the words kept getting caught in your throat. Like if you were to say anything, all the disappointment would come flooding out in the form of sobs.

"... Is this all because of what I said when I thought you were Norbert?" he asked with a small sigh. "Because if it is, that's pretty silly since what I said was meant for him. Not you," he quickly added with a slight chuckle.

You press your lips together and narrow your eyes at Sampo. You wanted to believe him, really you did, but you still were unsure since, in the past, he never even stayed at your place long enough to have a meal with you. That was something friends did together, right?

He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head. Then he suddenly brightened up and grinned like an idea popped into his head. Confidence began to ooze from him as he moved into your personal space. Before you could react, he leaned his face close to yours and brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek. With his other hand, he wiped away some tears with his thumb.

Immediately, your face turned bright red, and you tried to look anywhere in the room except him. You could hear your heartbeat hammering in your ears as you tried to calm down from having him invade your personal space. A shiver ran down your spine from his warm breath on your face. 

"Hey, hey, why you lookin' away?" he asked with a hurt tone. "Like I was saying before, I have a proposal for you! I'm sure you'll find it very reasonable," he began with his hands resting on your face. "I've been making a small fortune recently in the artifact business lately... I'd be willing to give a third of my earnings. How about that? In exchange, I only ask you, please don't tell the Silvermane Guards about me."

You swallowed hard and stared into his eyes. You soon glanced to the side and brought your hands to your chest. "If that's all he was going to say, why did he feel the need to invade my personal space?!" you internally screamed.

"I-I doubt they'd believe me if I said something like that... Besides, stealing and selling m-museum artifacts is illegal... a-and I work at the museum so..." you explained, keeping your gaze away from his eyes.

Feeling his sigh fan across your face had you jolting in surprise. You felt his hair tickle the side of your face while he moved his mouth to your ear. He chuckled and whispered, "Y'know something? You're not very subtle, sweetheart."

Your eyes widened in panic, and you went ridged. Did... did he know how you feel about him? Who are you kidding; of course, he would figure that out. The feeling of one of his hands moving from your face stopped your short train of thought. You took in a sharp breath as you felt him run his hand down along the side of your body until it came to a rest at your hip.

 "Maybe along with a few of my earnings... I can also pay up for all the times I've stayed at your place? Maybe something you'd enjoy doing with me? Hm?" he hummed into your ear.

"I-I-I, uh, um, I-I d-don't know this is r-really sudden-" you stuttered out while trying to back away, only to find your back bumped up against the door. A loud "eep!" was forced out of you when Sampo moved and stopped touching your face in favor of leaning against his forearm above you. He pulled away from your ear to have his lips close to kissing yours.

"Aw, come on, I've seen how you look at me. Your face turning bright red whenever you see me in public... heartbeat racing. Gotta tell ya, seeing you get so flustered every time you see me is fun to watch~" he stated with a smirk. Though, for some reason, this smirk felt more... sinister than other ones you've seen him wear.

He let out a breathy sigh and lidded his eyes. "We don't have to go all the way... Just let me give you one kiss~" he whispered despite how he was practically kissing you already. "Then later, I'll swing by and drop off the money. Maybe then you'll be more up to going all the way?"

The world around you spun as you tried to calm down from the onslaught against your senses. All of your senses were completely overwhelmed and filled with Sampo. The idea of kissing him had crossed your mind a few times (okay, maybe more than a few), but the suggestion of doing something more had you nervous beyond belief. He'd never show any sign of attraction to you. You could hardly believe that this was really happening. Your thoughts swirled around to the point you couldn't remember why you'd come here in the first place.

Taking a deep breath, you hesitantly moved your gaze back to look into his eyes. Your breath hitched in your throat from the burning passion in his eyes. You’re silent for a moment since all you can do is admire his green eyes. Suddenly, Sampo moved his arms so your head was caged in on both sides by his forearms.

"... O-okay!" you squeak while closing your eyes tight. "Y-yes, I want you to k-kiss me!"

"Finally," he sighed, and you could hear the smugness in his voice. He softly chuckled momentarily, then lightly pressed his lips against yours. "Keep your eyes closed~" he whispered against your lips.

Then, suddenly, he pulled away. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you waited for something to happen. You waited and waited and waited. It was only when you heard your phone buzz that you opened your eyes.

Sampo was nowhere to be seen, and the window had been left wide open.

You stared at the open window, trying to piece together what had happened. When the realization hit, you felt your heart shatter into pieces. You took a few steps forward, tears rolling down your face as you fell to your knees. You lifted up your hands and stared down at your palms for a moment before hiding your face in your hands as you sobbed. He used you. He used you and how you felt to escape arrest. Sure, you weren’t entirely blameless, but the fact he seemed to care so little about you shook you to your core.

Suddenly, you heard someone knocking on the hotel room’s door behind you. “Miss Y/N?” called out Pela, worry laced in her voice.

More panic flooded your system, and you stood up. Images and thoughts of how Pela would react had your hands shaking. If she found out you practically let Sampo escape, you’d be arrested for sure. You wiped away the tears the best you could, but more seemed to keep coming every second. Before you could tell her to come in, Pela opened the door with her expression full of concern. Her eyes widened upon seeing you, and she rushed closer.

“What happened? Are you alright? Did Mr. Cold Feet hurt you?” she asked while checking over you for any injuries.

You stood there, body frozen in place in a mixture of fear and shame. Slowly, you shook your head while tears kept rolling down your face. “Lier,” you bitterly told yourself. He had hurt you, but the emotional wound was still too fresh. Besides, telling Pela what really happened might get her arrested.

Pela didn’t look at all convinced but still nodded curtly. She gently held your hands to give you some comfort while glancing around the room in search of evidence of what happened here. “Did you get the chance to see what Mr. Cold Feet looks like?” she asked while looking back at you.

You stiffened up, unsure how to answer. The bitter part of you wanted to expose Sampo and make him pay for hurting and toying with you. Yet the fear inside you proved to be a much stronger force as all you could do was solemnly shake your head again. Pela stared at you for a moment, then sighed softly, holding your hands tighter.

“I… I’m sorry. You were right; this is no place for a civilian like you. I shouldn’t have asked you to do this,” she apologized, stepping toward the door. “Let’s get you back home to calm down before I ask more questions. Is that okay with you?”

You felt your heart ache even more. Lying hurt so much that you briefly pondered why Sampo lied so often. However, the thought of him had you wanting to curl in on yourself. You followed Pela as she led you out of the room and glanced over your shoulder to briefly look back inside the hotel room. “Y-yeah… that sounds great,” you weakly agreed, closing the door behind you.

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[cubicle-eyes]

Hey, I’m the anon that requested the last Crimson one shot! Ty for taking my request! I will gladly ask for more, as I’m still obsessing over him atm! Could you do some hcs of him with a socially awkward/anxious reader? It may be a bit weird but it would mean a lot! And pwease make him nice (to us) :3. Thanks! ❤️ 😈

Crimson Knolastname x GN!Reader Headcanonss

Also this reader is anxious, there is references to pulling your own hair, chewing your nails, biting your knuckles

TW because this us an 18+ show I'm writing about. It may include cussing, sexual themes, and more.

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Y/N sat on the floor underneath Crimson's desk, back pressed against the side where the drawers lay, writing in their journal to make scenarios and possible reactions. Most of them were either too obscure or made Y/N sound more confident, but it helped a lot. They glanced up at Crimson silently, watching him type on the computer, face unnaturally calm. Y/N scoot around so the side of their head rest against his leg, continuing to write as the typing slowed because one hand rest on

Y/N's head.

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- Crimson doesn't entirely understand the concept of deep-rooted anxiety or any reason for being shy other than lying

- it takes some time for him to understand but when he does he becomes very protective

- Y/N: live laugh love

crimson: bite maim kill

- he trues to make you laugh if he notices you getting tense, but sometimes it doesn't help

- he doesn't know what to do when you won't talk to him, sitting in silence and bouncing your leg

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Crimson gave up on trying to actually communicate and slid down the wall to sit next to Y/N with a sigh, taking his hat off and leaning his head against the wall. Y/N was messing with their hair, tugging and detailing the strands until they came out between their fingers. Crimson watched silently for a moment.

"You can't do that anymore, honey. You'll go bald."

"Maybe that's the point."

"It's not."

He reached over and took Y/N's hands away carefully. Y/N was prone to yank away violently when they were acting like this. There was a bandaid over several of Y/N's fingertips where they had chewed the nails down too far before Crim could stop them. He sighed, pulling Y/N closer, resting Y/N's hands on his knee.

"Where's your journal?"

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- he definetly learns little breathing techniques with you because Chaz used to make fun of you

- of course he can't anymore-

- but he likes it and catches himself using them when he gets over-angry at a stupid worker when shooting them doesn't help

- he notices you biting your knuckles one day when you're talking with a few of his colleagues

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Y/N nods absently, not really paying attention to the conversation as it happened. The attention was directed directly to them, since the conversation was about their bosses new lover, but Y/N felt more like an object then a person. They bit down particularly hard after a question about their sex life and winced, pulling their knuckle away in suprise. Crimson appeared immediately, wrapping a damp paper towel around it and glaring at the loan sharks.

"That's not a real appropriate question, is it fellas?"

A chorus of apologies and excuses were made, but Crimson paid them no mind. He shot the question asker and Y/N smiled faintly as the others scrambled quickly.

Crim applied more pressure to the bleeding knuckle and Y/N pulled away, recoiling.

"S-Sorry-"

"No, it's okay. I was a little too late to get that stupid finger out of your mouth."

"It's okay. I didn't even realize."

"You have a million little fidget things, you don't even use them."

The question was surly, but Y/N simply ignored it. They held Crimson's hand, using their thumb to play with his.

"I guess I just like your hands better."

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IDK WHAT ELSE SO I TRIED THANK YOU FOR READING H

💙

[michellemisfit]

Theme 27: 🫦 Smokey Shamey 🫦

I hope @gallacrafts will indulge my curveball take on the Smokey Shamey theme, as I rock up with some: Smokey Eye Make Up Looks

DEBBIE

To me Debbie will always be the little girl who never got that princess party she dreamt of, hence a pink smokey cat-eye, finished with pink glitter highlights.

MANDY

I am leaning into Season 6 Mandy, with a classic black liquid liner cat-eye and a matt grey smokey eyeshadow. Understated and classy, while still being playful and sexy.

KEVIN

There is nothing more durable than a smokey eye in brown, blended out to skin colour - one of my favourite make ups for a rainy day at the farm, because it will still look pretty decent by the end. Solid and dependable, just like Kevin!

IAN

I’m normally a big fan of contrast colours, but if you’re a redhead with pretty green eyes then you lean into that green as hard as you can!! We’ve got two shades of green (light on the lid, dark in the crease), blended out into a shimmery gold, green eyeliner on the lower lid, and black eyeliner & mascara on the upper.

MICKEY

And finally we have the OG black kohl smokey eye - perfect for our little trash panda! You want your black eyeshadow to be highly pigmented, and don’t be afraid to get a bit messy with it. You’re a Milkovich, not a Chanel model! On top of the black eyeshadow we have some black glitter, for depth. And of course it wouldn’t be a Mickey look without some characterful brows and chewed pink lips!!

And then of course post Season 4 we get Mickey ‘I Just Want Everyone Here To Know I’m Fucking Gay’ Milkovich, the bravest little thug muffin on the South Side, deserving a special rainbow smokey eye look in his honour!

Some make up ramblings behind the cut, for anyone interested :)

I get most of my make up from the cheap counter at whatever pharmacy I'm in - teen brands are great for cheap yet decent quality items! However I do have some preference in terms of performance for certain things. I love my EcoTools make up brushes. You can pick up a pack of 5 brushes for a tenner, but if you can find the set of 2 double headed brushes - Eye Enhancing Duo Brush Set - you've got all you need for a smokey eye look in two handy brushes! I've been using mine for years with no bristle loss or decrease in quality. Very very happy with those! Eyeshadow - I'm a slut for a MAC pallet. They're not all as good as each other, and occasionally you get an eyeshadow that barely leaves any pigment on your skin and it's infuriating! But 80% of their colours are great. And you can buy colours individually on their website / at a MAC make up counter, and then you can fit them into a non branded make up pallet you pick up at amazon or your local pharmacy for a couple of quid, allowing you to put together you're perfect personal pallet! Barry M does little pots of loose pigment in ALL the colours of the rainbow, called Dazzle Dust, and they are amazing!! Please do take a few days of experimenting if you are not used to working with loose pigment, as it can get MESSY lol A good trick is to go heavy on powder foundation under your eye prior to starting your eye make up, so any loose pigment catches on a layer of powder that you can then just brush off with a big powder brush.

I also have little pots of glitter (purchased from a craft store) in all the colours of the rainbow and a small bottle of stage make up adhesive. You will find there's a million different glitter adhesive gels and fix it sprays, some of them may be amazing, however many of them are going to work the exact same way as a simple application of some vaseline would. Depending on the effect I want I either use a small paint brush to very precisely apply glue and glitter pieces (glitter eyeliner, cut brows with glitter lines, individual glitter dots), or alternatively I use a lip gloss or similar sticky clear substance and sprinkle the glitter (for glitter blush, glitter temples etc.)

I have bought many a mascara promising many a thing (longer, thicker, fuller, rounder, magic in some way or other) and honestly, I have never been able to tell the difference between their performances. As long as it doesn't clump and go tacky after a week of use, it's fine by me.

For eyeliners - I have a few choice colours in MAC, but for the essentials I love essence cosmetics, which are one of the teen brands I mentioned above. Their liquid liner pens (24ever ink liner for example) are some of the best I've ever used, and they're like £2.50 each. Otherwise, I like eye pencils you can sharpen for the exact precision I desire, not the waxy sticks inside a plastic case that you operate like a mechanical pencil. Those are a big no no.

Okay, that's all I can think of on the fly.

Please add your favourite make up brands and tips and tricks in the comments! I love to learn from other people!

[toushindai]

I finished reading your latest fic and I have to say your character study of both Rauru and Ganondorf and their relationship to themselves and power made for a very interesting read! My question: what parts of Rauru do you enjoy studying and elaborating on the most? What parts of his character endear you to him?

Thank you anon!! And thank you for the question as well. Rauru is my favorite character in the sense that my brain will NOT stop chewing on him but I don’t know if I have ever felt endeared to him, per se. My firstest reaction to him—when the final trailer dropped—was one of suspicion. “Did you kidnap my princess so that I would solve your problems?!” This was mildly unfair. He didn’t kidnap Zelda. He sure does want me to solve his problems, though? So the feeling somewhat persisted.

He’s just sssooooo. Infuriating. In a way that I’m maybe 70% sure the devs didn’t intend? I’m almost but not quite certain that the game’s writers just want me to perceive him as a noble king whose justly founded kingdom was threatened by a scary evil man who had no real reason for his violence against Hyrule, whose courageous sacrifice of his own life is to be admired and emulated (never mind that Zelda doesn’t need to be told that it’s a ruler’s duty to sacrifice themself for their people, she already did that for a century). Almost, but not quite, and 30% is not a small amount of uncertainty, actually. And that uncertainty comes from:

The specifically called-out fact that he repeatedly reached out to the Gerudo in spite of a lack of positive response, whatever that looked like. Buddy that is ✨coercive✨

His cold, superior treatment of Ganondorf in the Show of Fealty cutscene. Which is even more potent linguistically in Japanese and, I am told, in French. There’s something very twisted IMO about treating Ganondorf as a technical equal whose rightful place is beneath Rauru. It makes my brain go brrrrrrrrr real hard (this is known) and it is too apparent for me to think I’m not supposed to find it a little sick. s-sorry I'm just thinking about it and my brain is going brrrrrrr again. give me a second. ok

And—shifting away from that cutscene even though I live there—I have been thinking recently about how much of the game’s message is that you are not alone and yet how heavily Rauru’s instinct is that he must face the Demon King alone. How he sets up Link, only, as Ganondorf’s eventual doom. It’s Zelda and Mineru who build the framework for the future sages to fight at Link’s side. Rauru’s not fully aligned with the theme of the game, and he grunts at his sister, miffed, when she points that out to him.

So was this intended? He is arrogant—the game names this as his fatal flaw, he names this as his fatal flaw—but how much of his arrogance does the game criticize and how much does it treat as his right? My brain will not stop chewing on this question so I make it the central question of his characterization.

What do I like about him. As a person? Not very much. He is kind and supportive to Zelda. He loves his wife. His ears are very expressive and that’s cute. List ends here, I think. I don’t even respect as a person his desire to be a good and just king because it is far too wrapped up in that “king” part.

But as a character, I like him as someone who showcases—if unintentionally on the game’s part—how ultimately insufficient good intentions are. And how solipsistic it is to think that good intentions are everything. I like writing him as someone who truly wants to be a good person, as good as he can possibly be, and who suddenly finds that he has desires and instincts that don’t support that self-perception at all. I think that happens to all of us, sometimes. We all have moments where our instincts are crueler or more selfish than our ideals. It’s how we chose to react to those instincts that matters, and part of that process is to look at them honestly and admit to them. But Rauru, as I write him, fails this step pretty hard. And what happens as a result? He is left in this morass of inner conflict, he is not able to deal honestly with his own desires. They keep building, and he keeps blaming Ganondorf for provoking them. He faces them for just long enough to act on the worst of them and then, horrified by what he has done, he looks away from them again. Not ideal! Not a desirable outcome! But not, I hope, outside the realm of his characterization. (Zelda tells him he will sacrifice himself and he says well that’s my duty but (A) of all you weren’t here before so things will be different! dw about it! And then when he realizes that no, to sacrifice himself is the only option, there is heartbreak on his face. My guy, you were warned. Did you convince yourself this wasn’t coming?)

He’s complex. Maybe on purpose or maybe because the game doesn’t realize how insidious the evils of empire and monarchy are--I think probably the former greatly exacerbated by the latter. I have made up so much about him but he would not be nearly as interesting if exported into an OC because I'd be starting with the premise "ooooh he's a lil fucked up actually" as opposed to my making this point about the game writing about a character the game (mostly, I think) wants us to think of as purely good.

gnaws on him some more. puts him back in the terrarium. gives the terrarium a good solid shake. what a guy

[uglypastels]

Can you write something about eddie dating a seemingly innocent reader but that she's actually just a little freak like him, much to the shock of his friends :)) i love your writingg and thanks

i had a very clear idea for what i wanted to do with this. did i execute it well??? uhhh not sure. but i still think its cute so enjoy <;3

warnings: banter with mention of sexual activities and themes, mention of asylums and hysteria. Eddie being slightly anxious, but its all good now.

Appearances could be deceiving. Everyone knew that. And the boys of Hellfire were a prime example of it. Just look at Eddie. People crossed the street at the sight of him and could probably never imagine him squealing in excitement at the presence of a puppy… He was the town's poster boy for evil, with an overlooked smile of gold. 

His friends knew better than anyone how this kind of prejudice could not be more wrong and how silly it was, really. 

And yet, when they saw you wrapped around in Eddie's arms, making your way to their lunch table, eyebrows were raised. All three of them were thinking the same thing: What was someone like you doing with a guy like Eddie? 

"Someone like you", being the kind of girl who chewed big pink gum bubbles and her hair done up with colourful accessories, arms covered in jelly bracelets. While they had spent their free time deteriorating their denim and stabbing it with needles and pins, you had bedazzled it with glitter, studs and rainbow doodles.  

'Hiya,' you waved excitedly at the table as Eddie offered you a seat on his lap. 'I'm y/n.' 

They all mumbled some form of greeting in return. The conversation that had halted at your arrival continued, however, not as smoothly, as everyone's attention was mostly on how Eddie kept on pulling you in closer to leave kisses all over your face, leaving you both giggling, utterly unaware of the disturbed individuals in your presence. No one had seen Eddie like this before, and his friends were unsure what to think of it. 

They pushed the conflict out of their minds and tried to continue their conversation once more. What had they been talking about, exactly? It had been a strange conversation, one of those you would almost expect guys like them to have. An article Jeff had read about mental institutions in Illinois had sparked up the topic, and they had tried to continue the discourse, but it was hard. They were self-conscious about you being there, sitting with Eddie at the head of the table, listening to each word they spoke. They didn't want to freak their leader's girlfriend out, scare her off for her to never return. 

But all those worries were for nothing, clearly, when you added your little piece of trivia into the mix. 'You know, vibrators were once used in asylums to cure women of hysteria,' you said, reaching for another mini pretzel that Eddie had stored in his lunchbox. You had said it so casually, so matter-of-factly, that the boys had barely registered the meaning of the words. 

'Excuse me?' Jeff blinked slowly, not sure how to respond to this factoid. 

You continued your historical anecdote while munching away on your snack. 'Mhm. They'd sit the lady down and basically torture her to an orgasm, which was supposed to cure whatever problem they, I assume, misdiagnosed. They used to do it by hand, but the nerds go tired if you can believe it.' You laughed, with very little amusement in your tone, but then Eddie leaned into your ear, and his friends watched your high-pitched giggle return as you slapped Eddie's shoulder back. 

'Eddie, don't.' You commented on what clearly could not have been anything appropriate that had come out of your boyfriend's mouth.

'Oh, c'mon, baby. You know you want to.' He reached with his mouth for the pretzel in your hand, which you fed him lovingly as both his hands were too occupied with hugging you. 

That is when you noticed the magazine on the table. 'Ooh, is that the new Heavy Metal? Can I see it?' 

Gareth handed it over to you, now even more confused than before. 'Yeah, sure.' He watched you flip through the pages, and not in the way someone would flip through a magazine in a waiting room. No, you were clearly looking for a specific page. 'You, uhh, read this stuff?' 

'Oh, she loves it.' Eddie answered for you, looking over your shoulder at the magazine. You nodded along until you found the page you were looking for, jumping up and down on his lap in excitement. 'Baby, behave,' he teased, and you rolled your eyes.

'Sorry, guys, my parents won't let me get the subscription, so I've been stealing Eddie's issues,' you said before going back to reading the pages with great attention. Your eyes following each word down the pages, taking it all in now that the opportunity showed itself. Eddie looked over at his friends in the meantime, knowing you wouldn't notice how he looked at them. He had tried to keep his nerves in check, but it had been hard for him to hide just how anxious he was about letting you all meet. Obviously, this– you and him– were not the typical kind of pairing one would see strolling around the hallways of Hawkins High. He knew how in reality, the two of you were like two peas in a pod, but that didn't mean you would be able to keep up with his friends or would be able to get along with them.

But yeah, their thoughts synchronised once more; you would fit in just fine. 

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[raquellemonsta]

SAKUSA KIYOOMI BEING A SINGLE DAD OF A BABY GIRL

PLZPLZPLZ

MY BABY SAKUSA WITH A BABY. he is such a girl dad. i thought of this more as headcanons because i couldn't think of a single specific direction i wanted to go with it, so there's just kind of everything. hope you like!

headcanons of single dad sakusa kiyoomi ft. reader

- we all know that sakusa isn't the biggest fan of germs and bacteria

-and babies are basically breeding grounds for the stuff

-so i feel like at first he would be hesitant to really get involved and have a kid at first

-plus it might be hard for him to find someone he'd like to have a baby with

-imo he seems like the kind who would adopt rather than be left with a kid via hookup or past relationship etc. for that reason

-it just makes sense to me that he would have a kid when he finally wants one and knows he will be able to take care of a child himself

-maybe some of his friends and teammates talk about their kids

-like atsumu brags to him about his girls and it starts to make sakusa really think about a kid

-especially having a baby girl

-he is soooooo girl dad

-does that make sense? like you can tell just from the everything about him

-so he basically started researching the adoption process and scheduled an appointment with a nearby agency to learn more

-plus he obviously has the money for adoption so it's no problem for him

-they matched him with a little baby girl that was left in a baby box and is a few months old

-he fell in love with her as soon as he saw her in person

-even though they aren't genetically related she coincidentally has dark curly hair (though smaller tufts due to how young she is)

-he would definitely have a room already completely ready for her when he gets home

-probably painted it a light purple and would theme it around flowers, even though he's not a big fan of them in real life

-he definitely disinfects everything (though it probably didn't even need to be cleaned in the first place), and babyproofs his house with socket covers and bumpers and things like that -has done a lot of research on parenting strategies -he would read to her as opposed to letting her watch tv or an ipad

-or if he was to have her watch tv it would be those educational baby genius things

-bathtime is his favorite time (and hers too), he has one of the small baby bathtubs and 

-he likes doing her hair and is actually very good at it

-big ponytail, pigtails and all that stuff

-when she gets older and does dance classes he goes to every concert and even some practices so he can dance with her

-he doesn't get embarrassed if its for his daughter

-but anyway back to baby

-he also has a very good support system

-he gets busy with practices and games, so he realized he would need someone to take care of her while they happen

-you offer to watch his daughter so that he doesn't need to go through the hassle of finding a babysitter

-not like you mind anyway, she's a total sweetheart

-you also take her on his days 'off' since they are very rare for sakusa, not that he doesn't love spending time with his daughter

-but this poor soul needs a break!

-if you're busy, he usually has one of his old msby teammates watch her

-i'm thinking it's usually hinata, since atsumu is already busy with his own kids and bokuto always has something

-you also bring a new toy for her every time (to her dad's somewhat annoyance)

-sakusa tells you you're going to spoil her but she's so cute you can't resist

-you guys will have 'family' dinners together to show how grateful he is to you

-even though you always joke you do it for her and not him

-you're basically her other parent anyway

-the two of you watch his games

-he gets her a mini version of his jersey

-he's not big on social media but he will post the occasional picture of her, like after his team wins a tournament and she chews his medal

-which also brings me to this \/

-he doesn't care about her germs

-like 10 years ago he probably would have died if a baby slobbered on him

-but when it's her it's okay

-'dada' 'papa' or any version of dad is definitely her first word and he literally cries the first time she says it

-moral of the story: sakusa kiyoomi loves his daughter more than anything

-he is best girl dad

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 2/6/2024

some weeks it's really hard to come up with a snappy little bon mot to put here

listening

Barbarella, by a fuck of a lot of people. yes i DID watch this movie this week! this is the single catchiest theme song i have ever heard. i cannot link the actual opening credits scene bc tumblr will censor that shit SO fast. spotify

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reading

Rebecca Roanhorse's Tread of Angels novella. this is an urban magic old west religious fantasy novella. VERY sangfielle friendsatthetable vibes, there's an old west mining town centered around the body of the demon Abbadon, which is being mined for its powerful properties. demons and angels have sort of interbred throughout the human population. there is some deeply nerdy catholic bullshit and i say that as someone who was in catholic school for fifteen years. actually let's just take Roanhorse's explanation

the setting and premise are not where the novella bites off way more than it can chew. the main character, a cardsharp, has a chanteuse sister being held accused of a murder and she's got 48hrs to prove her innocence. the time limit and general structure is good, and it uses its side characters wisely, there's just a fuck of a lot of them.

in general, this novella does not have the emotional room to make its emotional beats really count. for example, there was a second breakup with an ex after a night of passion that mostly just left me confused. more broadly, the main character has an oldest sister's selfsacrificing nature that has twisted into utter ruthlessness with regards to her sister, and i'm both impressed Roanhorse managed to convey that in so few pages and annoyed bc i really wanted to see more of that in way more detail. due to the nature of it being a novella, the series of escalating decisions she takes feel very jagged in their escalation. i hope that makes sense.

it's got really interesting ideas! i want to know more about the ideas! i wish this was a full book instead of a novella, so the ending hits a little better instead of a Well That Just Happened way. from this interview it seems Roanhorse also wanted it to be a full book, but it was sort of a "i need something short and sweet so i don't go insane while adapting my other book for TV" (which is very exciting!!!)

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watching

really a bizarre set of films. extremely unemployed energy in this watchlist this week. largely composed of "what's on my letterboxed watchlist and also available for free on tubi, with brief forays into hulu"

Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons (2013, dir. Chow). loved the overall visual design of the antagonists and the monsters, did not overall love this movie. it is a solid martial arts showcase and the first twenty minutes with freshwater JAWS are the most tightly plotted. it kind of flounders (lol) after that. can't find a gif i like.

INU-OH (2021, dir. Yuasa) genuinely healed my heart a little i think. queer (complimentary, not queer in the western massachusetts housing coop way) feudal anime glam rock opera. i am sooooooo picky about bad dads in movies as a driving force but this really soothed my daddy issues. stuck the landing on both storytelling and visuals.

Barbarella (1968, dir. Vadim) WOW Jane Fonda was hot. this was both sillier and less porny than i was led to believe (if we ignore the softcore porn opening credits). however horny this movie was it was not brave enough to have some girl-on-girl action with barbarella and the evil empress, even though the evil empress never seems to actually learn her name and just calls her “pretty” or “pretty-pretty”. shoutout to the one fic on ao3 that rectifies this situation. certainly a piece of scifi history, i wish modern scifi was as brave with its theatrical set dressing, i think one viewing is good enough for me bc i cannot stop thinking about how all the women on set might have been treated.

john philip law popped up and i said out loud to my cat “hey i know him from cowboys”

Flower Drum Song (1961, dir. Koster) got conned into watching this by the hotvintagemen poll bc i wanted to see what james shigeta’s deal was, and if he did have a sort of ratpack sensibility as the propaganda described. he does! however this movie is unrelentingly awful. it is so so so slow. all of its comedy is racism-based. it feels like a three and a half hour two-VHS set instead of two hours. i like to think i have a stronger stomach for older media and am able to consider things as products of their times but this is my upper limit i think. one brief fleeting moment of cool production with this triple mirror effect

Dirty Dancing (1987, dir. Ardolino). we were trying to find something to watch on either peacock or hbo max, and when i said "oh i've never seen that" out loud my my best friend said "that's insane we're watching it". i did not hate this movie, but i feel like i missed some critical window of development in which i would have had to see this movie to really love it. i had sort of an abnormal high school experience and i am a smidge too old to relate to bildungsroman any more. but it was cute! it was fine! i think patrick swayze’s jawline could cut glass. this film was made after Roe v Wade (1973) and i feel like the backstreet abortion b-plot has done this interesting 180 from sort of a historical novelty to a real threat and terror again. fun!

that’s it for the watching section i promise

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playing

im doing the thing where i play a game for ten minutes, put it down, and then pick it back up again, which is probably not terrific for the health of my elderly switch. but whatever. what have i been up to in breath of the wild?

not a ton of progress map-wise, but did make it up to zora’s domain.

i was planning on the camel being the first divine beast, to get that over with bc i had such a devil of a time in my last playthrough, but the thing about the desert is it’s really far away.

dicked around the dueling peaks stables for a while without managing to defeat that guardian and unlock that shrine. so it goes. i think i really need an actual guardian shield from one of the minor tests of strength shrines instead of a normie shield. this line and sidequest made me laugh— it wasn’t terribly hard to find this little cache but it was a tricky bit of gliding.

didn’t realize the horses don’t have that much vertical threat perception, just like real horses. this little band walked right under me and i failed to glide down and land perfectly on someone’s back, which did freak them all out.

i think my new favorite place in a game is this little grove clinging to the side of the dueling peaks. it felt very peaceful and cozy. nothing can get me up there and there’s more than enough room to make a little campfire and cook dinner and not roll off the mountain in a sleeping bag the middle of the night.

also fully kitted out my house bc i had a very successful mining expedition along dueling peaks. EXTREMELY forgiving and generous secondary opening area imo, thanks game

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making

i started this glitch sampler pattern by tumblr's own mathysphere (not @'d bc this is a fuck of a long post) at the beginning of the pandemic, june 2020, while thinking "eh let's give this friends at the table counterweight thing a shot" got most of the way through both counterweight and this piece, put it down bc i was so annoyed with all the confetti stitches (random one-off stitches of colors that aren't anywhere near other stitches of the same color. i think i resorted to fraychek at several points in the rover square) and then put it down so long i had to throw it out during the great moth debacle, bc it was partly eaten.

here's what it will look like finished, and a link to buy the pattern

i think this time around i am a much better technical stitcher (the first crack at this i didn't know the loop method of starting, or pin stitches, or really any alternate endings except running the tail under the last few stitches). i usually stitch with three strands bc i like the look, but i think the loop method with three strands is overly fiddly. i have not picked up cross stitch since mmmm 2021, but any mistakes or unevenness in this will simply contribute to the glitch effect. i'm going to go back and backstitch the four "frames" and key portions of the sampler to highlight portions of the glitches (eg the yellow and blue centers of the spiral galaxy, the interior of the eclipse, perhaps add an antenna to the rover).

still not my tidiest back, but hey. it's going to sit in a frame and not have any sort of friction or extra force applied to it ever

i am really looking forward to framing this in a deep shadowbox, i have an idea about how to mat it with little melty cutouts for the drips at the bottom.

[beevean]

Frontiers is bad and boring to play but I take it over Forces anytime of the day, first the gameplay plays the game for you half of the time why is Classic Sonic here? Other then Sonic Team being desperate? Why did Tails forget he could fly? INFINITE was wasted and his theme song is embarrassing. Why bother using Chaos if he wasn't even going to be a boss level? Sonic is tortured ? Okay sorry but atleast Frontiers had a better ost.

why is Classic Sonic here? Other then Sonic Team being desperate?

Most likely because 1) Forces was meant to be one of the 2 games for the 25th anniversary, even if they both slid forward one year, 2) precisely to connect Forces and Mania, 3) to piggyback on the success of Generations. Do you want to call it pandering? Feel free to call it pandering, by 2016 fans weren't as eager to play as Classic again, true. But then we can also call pandering the relentless references to the Adventure era in Frontiers, both in simple "hey this reminds me of X" and in general plot beats - now that game very much wants to win the Adventure crowd back more than Forces wanted to appeal to the Classic fans.

Why did Tails forget he could fly?

Do you mean when Sonic (Sonic the fucking Hedgehog) was getting his entire shit beaten out by a terrifying creature not even his Miles Electric could understand, plus clones of formidable enemies that included Shadow?

I don't know, I get the flak against "Sonic help me", but I don't blame Tails for not knowing what to do in that situation.

INFINITE was wasted and his theme song is embarrassing.

Opinion discarded. Infinite's theme slaps absolute ass and if you don't agree AND AFTER ALL THIS TIMEEEEEEE YOU'RE BACK FOR MOOOOOOOOOOOOORE

I agree that something happened to Infinite during development, as everything in the main game hinted at him being a fully artificial creature and not a rando still sore that he was beaten by Shadow lol. But dude was cool in my book. I really like that stage where he creates all sorts of creepy illusions to stop Operation Big Wave :P he could have had more screentime, but he chewed that little screentime we had just fine. better than the end, anyway and always.

Why bother using Chaos if he wasn't even going to be a boss level?

The game was most likely rushed, which sucks, no doubt about that. But somehow, only Forces gets treated like a piece of shit for being rushed, when Frontiers doesn't get nearly the same amount of disappointment for being pretty much a test game (and we know it was rushed because of the last two islands that are pieces cut from Kronos Island and for the weird way Sonic's corruption was handled). Hell, by this point, even '06 is getting apologism even though until recently it was the king of rushed games, and much worse about it than the previous examples.

Either you're equally uncharitable with rushed games that sacrificed content (so I'm not talking about game breaking glitches), or you cut them all some slack.

Sonic is tortured ? Okay sorry

Sloppy translation. And while Sonic looks chipper after being freed, and we can argue all day if that's IC or not, you can guess from things like him beating Zavok with his bare fists or the veiled death threat he gives Infinite that deep down he's actually pretty angry.

Now, Sonic being rescued by his corruption in Frontiers in a minute, undoing all of his hard work in rescuing his friends, and him being just as chipper after Sage, the girl he had just befriended, died in space, is not sloppy translation, it's the game getting rushed to hell (although I don't know why Flynn blames time constraints when it comes to Sonic not sparing a thought about Sage lol).

atleast Frontiers had a better ost.

I like both ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and Frontiers' cyberspace themes are clearly inspired by the Avatar themes in Forces.