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citrongarde · 1 year
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terminally online exclusionists when they find out that bi ppl and pan ppl and ace ppl and lesbians and gay men and trans ppl and aro ppl and nonbinary ppl irl are all hanging out and having fun and being friends and dating each other and walking together at pride instead of getting into pointless discourse and ripping each other apart over shit like flags and identities
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#neela speaks#//#gif#flashing lights#sorta....#ANYWAY. this is mostly abt aphobia/nbyphobia/panphobia#but like. specifically a weird wave of pan antagonism ive seen as of late that disguises itself as bi activism?#like. yes. bi ppl have a long history. bi doesnt mean 'oh just men and women'. bisexuality is trans/nb inclusive and has always been#read the bisexual manifesto guys. come on#BUT ALSO. ALSO. ill see a post like that & go 'yes! good! i agree' and then when i look at op's blog#they just say some RANCID stuff abt pan ppl! and its usually just repackaged biphobia/aphobia/nbyphobia LOL#and like. it disheartens me. like arent you guys cousins???#the way i see it. like. idk. blue is a colour right? teal is a shade of blue but it's not the same as blue#and insisting that 'oh blue is harmfullll use teal it's less problematic uwu' is dumb#BUT ALSO. saying 'all teal is inherently harmful and erases blue and anything 'teal' is actually blue. i am very intelligent'? ALSO uncool#but sometimes it just comes off as 'how can i make it look Progressive(tm) to hate on other members of the lgbtq community'#like. congrats! youve taken genuinely good points and weaponized them against your own people. want a fucking gold star 4 that#just UUUUUGGUGGH it feels like. ace 'discourse' all over again. good lird#remember when ppl would advertise themselves as 'proudly aphobic' and say that asexuality was erasing gay ppl and inherently homophobic? 😬#idk. uhhh ace exclus/pan exclus/nby exclus dont touch this post#and this post isnt abt b1 lesb1ans either. isnt the whole point of lesbians. yknow. Not being attracted to men#and not abt stuff like 'oh im a binary trans man but i can still be a lesbian uwu' like you Do realize thats a Literal t*rf talking point#also this isnt about 'transandrophobia' or whatever reactionary transmisogynistic stuff is just as terminally online-#-as the exclusionism. like Gah go talk to some lgbtq ppl instead of getting into reactionary online Disk Horse#might turn off reblogs/comments at a point. idk
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aquamarinebling · 2 years
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Day 3 - Bisexual Character
I had so so many characters to choose from for today, yet so little time to draw today !! I’m bisexual myself and having to choose just one physically made me explode like the gusher candies from Max and Ruby.
So miette cookie it is today . the woowoo, even , if you will .
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kisakis-boyfriend · 5 months
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can i request trans incubus Ran x top Male reader? and can you add a little blood play? ur previous Trans Ran thirst got me fluctuating
My boyfriend is an incubus! - Ran Haitani edition
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Pairings: Ran Haitani x reader
Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Ran, trans!Ran, incubus!Ran, blood play, blood consumption, biting, fingering, squirting, eating out, use of the term 'tdick'
Genre/Format: Smut; Scenario
Author's Note: Trans Incubus Ran is a combo that I never knew I needed until now...my god. Also....please imagine incubus Ran with his hair down 😳 I hope this is to your liking 💞
Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!
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Incubus Ran who's the most spoiled demon in any realm, period. And he's well aware of this too. Ran knows that he can get anything he wants if he just butters you up enough. While you're innocently sitting on the couch he'll saunter up to you and wiggle his way onto your lap, letting his long, silky hair fall around his face while he steals a kiss or two
Pretty eyelashes flutter closed when your tongue invades his mouth, already becoming turned on due to his demonic charm. He pulls away to breathe and compliment you, “You look extra handsome today, love. I just couldn't help myself...I needed a taste right here and now~” His velvety voice and honeyed words go straight to your dick as it hardens underneath him
Incubus Ran who will happily beg like a slut to get what he wants too. Humping your leg while his nails claw into the fabric like a good boy and begging, “Please finger me, sir! Toy with my pussy please! I need your touch down there~ ”
And when you do Ran is a screaming mess, with his face flushed and tongue lolling out and your long fingers stretching his glistening cunt. He just can't help himself! You're pumping your digits so fast that his brain can't keep up with it...and when you find that sweet spot? When you press riiiight there? Ran's delicious wanton cries echo around you, like music to your ears as your baby boy cums all over your fingers
Incubus Ran who craves the feeling of your nails dragging across his skin. Craving the way you dig into him hard enough to draw blood; the crimson liquid dripping down his back, his arms, or even his thighs while you devour his pussy ❤️
“Oooohhh shhiiitt~ Mhmm, harder~ ” He moans as you pierce his smooth skin, lapping up his blood as it slides down his thigh and mixes with the slick from your previous endeavor. Ran tries so hard not to squeeze your head or suffocate you, but the way you suck some of his blood out while stroking his tdick sends him reeling from pure ecstasy, unable to form a coherent sentence as his eyes cross
Incubus Ran who enjoys making you bleed just the same. Biting down on your shoulder because of one especially rough thrust into his pretty pussy, the taste of you flooding his mouth and making him hump your cock greedily, growling in your ear as his possessive nature kicks in
Ran needs you to say it; say that you're his precious human. Tell him who you belong to and he'll do the same, moaning your name over and over while you pump him full of your cum. “Yeeess—!! Fuck this little pussy, y/n!! It belongs to you, use my hole however you want~ ”
Incubus Ran who truly resembles a picture perfect demon right now; With blood smeared all over his lips and chin, his eyes glowing a dazzling purple in the dimly lit room, and his long, bi-coloured hair cascading over his shoulders and messily framing his face. Ran's fangs glint as he bounces on your fat dick again, keeping a relentless pace until he's whining and begging to cum. “Yesyesyes y/n!! I'm so close...gonna cum~ Can I cum, baby? Pleeeeaassee I wanna cum on your fucking cock~ ”
And how could you refuse him? With a shaky, “Y-yes...m-my love, want you to cum all over my lap...make it messy.”, Ran finally creams around your dick, squirting after he pounds his cunt down onto your cock desperately. Those pretty fangs of his cut into his bottom lip when he bites down too hard, demonic blood mixing with what was left of yours still covering his chin. He kisses you and makes you taste his life essence, swirling your tongues together and coating the inside of your mouth with it
And incubus Ran who talks so sweetly after it's all over. Singing your praises against your neck and giggling cutely when you praise him back, intertwining your hands while Ran rests against your chest for a while
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Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3
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gigglingtiggerv2 · 4 months
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Chapter Seven: Reunion
Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character (Neurodivergent)
Warnings / Tags: Jealousy / Teasing / Humour / Mild smut / Slow burn / detachable penises / Betrayal / Bad taste
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2.8k
Summary: In which Lex meets Grenalda... and her potential mother in law...
A/N - I swear there is one last chapter after this!!
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Traveling by Bi-frost was unlike anything Lex had ever experienced.  It carried with it the sensation of cool water entering the top of her head and pouring through every cell in her body before draining away from the soles of the feet.  
But this water was rainbow coloured.  
A rainbow so bright you could smell, taste and hear each individual color and every shade in between.
When her feet hit solid ground, she swallowed hard and then cracked open one eye, almost blinded by the bright gleam of gold surrounding her.
“Are you alright, Lex?” Thor ambled to her side and patted her gently on the shoulder.
“Goldbach's conjecture,” she whispered.
“What?”
“I… I almost had it… almost had a solution…”  Lex screwed her eyes shut as struggled to recapture the fleeting inspiration.  She almost had it, if she could just… but the knowledge slid away from her like rainwater draining through her fingers and she growled in frustration.
Large hands clutched at her shoulders and she raised her face to meet Thor’s alarmed gaze.  She must have sounded like she was gibbering.
“Are you quite well?  Do you need to sit down?  I can fetch you a drink from… from…. I-I can send someone to fetch you a drink, if that would help?”
Lex pressed two fingers against her breastbone.  Her hands were steady… her heart rate, calm, her thoughts had stopped racing and not a single jitter ran through her entire nervous system.  A smile cracked across her face.  She felt better than well, she felt amazing!
In stunned wonder, she clutched at Thor’s sleeve.  “We are going to do that again!”
“Well, yes… right after we rescue Loki.”
“Oh god, yes, Loki!”  Lex had momentarily been so distracted by almost solving the greatest math conundrum in existence, she’d nearly forgotten why they were there.  Nodding quickly to cover the lapse, she straightened and tightened her grip on the precious bundle. “So what do we do now?”
Thor tapped his nose and moved towards the gigantic figure in the center of the room, clad in gold and resting on a sword that was taller than Lex.  
Lex swallowed hard.  She really didn’t want to throw Richard at… at that!  He’d probably have the poor penis sliced and diced before it even landed.
And Loki might be a little miffed if that happened.
Clapping a hand on the giant’s shoulder, Thor beamed.  “I just need to have a quiet word with my old friend, Heimdall.  Explain to him the need for the utmost secrecy.”
Lex looked unconvinced, the giant looked unmoved and Thor’s smile slipped a fraction.  “We go back centuries.  I’m sure he won’t say a word about our arrival.  Right, Heimdall?”  Out of the corner of his mouth he whispered, “I will be King one day, remember!”
Heimdall leaned heavily on his massive sword and shook his head.  “My Prince.  I would it were within my power.”
“Come now, Heimdall!  Think of the times we have shared!  The drinking and the dancing… and the women…”  He raised his eyebrows suggestively.  “There is a bond forged between us.  The bond of men!”
“Indeed my liege.  But even if I were to keep news of your arrival to myself, how would you convince them to do the same?”  He nodded over Thor’s shoulder.
Lex turned to follow the gesture and her eyes widened at the sight of two dozen soldiers in full ceremonial armor lined up in the doorway to the celestial arrivals lounge. She half expected one of them to be carrying a small whiteboard with her name on it.  
Her shoulders slumped.  “Busted.”
The one wearing the fanciest headdress stepped forward and slammed one fist against his breastplate, with enough force to make Lex wince.
“Prince Thor, it is good to see you.  We have been sent to bring you and your companion straight to the Queen.”
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Lex was starting to develop a crick in her neck by the time they reached the main square.  Everything towered over her:  the people, the buildings, even the flowers!
Scurrying after Thor she tugged at his cloak.  “Is there a bag search before we enter the palace?  Because I’m not sure how I’m going to explain Richard.”
“Just say it’s a Midgardian custom,” he said with a shrug.
“To carry the severed penis of your lover?”
“You don’t have to say it’s Loki’s.”
“Oh, so we just carry any old penis around with us.  You don’t think they will find that strange?”
“Undoubtedly, but then we find so many Midgardian customs strange, it will probably be accepted without comment.”
Thankfully, however, they were escorted to the main throne room without incident or the feared pat down, and Lex hovered just behind Thor’s bulk, trying not to gawp, as he strode over the marble floor towards the golden thrones.
“You wanted to see me, Mother?”
“It always brings me joy to see you, my son.”  The beautiful woman rose to her feet and turned slightly, her gaze falling on Lex, “but I confess, this is the person I was anxious to meet.”
Lex cast a quick glance over her shoulder to see if Frigga could possibly be referring to someone else.  Greeted by the empty, cavourness hallway behind her, she reluctantly returned her gaze to the Queen.  “You mean… me?”
“Yes, my dear.  I have waited so long to meet you.”
“Loki… Loki told you about me?”
Frigga winced.  “Eventually…”  She raised her eyes to the heavens.  “I cannot believe I raised two sons who are so stubborn.  The things I have to do to get the truth from them are ridiculous.” Turning slightly, she addressed the redhead who was still lingering on the dias.  “I thought you were going to have to drag him all the way to the altar before he’d finally confess his feelings.”
The younger woman chuckled.  “I was starting to panic, just a little.”
Lex held up one hand, her re-tuned synapses firing back into life. “Wait… so you’re Grenalda?”
The woman moved forward and held out her hand. “Indeed.  And you must be Lex.”
Lex eyed the extended hand with suspicion.  Was she supposed to shake it, or kiss it?
Glossing over the potentially awkward moment, Grenalda took hold of her fingers and squeezed gently.  “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Lex.  I confess, my curiosity was starting to get the better of me.”
Gaze flickering between the two women, Lex wet her lips.  “So… so you knew?”
Frigga dismissed the question with one elegant hand.  “Of course I knew.  A mother always knows.”  She sighed, pressing the back of her fingers to her flawless brow.  “I have been hoping he’d bring you to visit for months now.  I’m not proud of the desperate measures to which I was forced to resort, but…”
“It’s Loki,” Lex replied, the beginnings of a smile twitching the corner of her lips.
“Exactly.”
“So this was all fake?  There was never going to be a wedding.”
Grenalda shuddered, “Oh good lord, no.” She quickly turned to Frigga, “No offense.”
The queen waved away her apology, “None taken.  Loki would challenge the most stoic temperament.”
Still unconvinced, Lex narrowed her eyes.  “You really don’t want to marry Loki?”
Hands raised in a placating gesture, Grenalda stepped forward.  “I love Loki like a brother, but there isn’t a kingdom big enough to make it worth being chained to him for several millennia.” She sighed, “Although there are several perks of being a betrothed princess that I will miss.”
Frigga patted her on the shoulder, “I’m sure we can come up with some kind of ambassadorial role for you.”
Grenalda perked up immediately.
Thor cleared his throat, “And how has father taken the news?”
Frigga gave him a puzzled frown.  “That the wedding is off?  That was hardly news.” She cast a sidelong look at Grenalda and rolled her eyes.  “This pair have been far from subtle in their attempts at delay.  He was content to let it play out until they ran out of excuses and he may miss the entertainment of trying to guess what they would put forward as the next obstacle to their nuptials, but he is not surprised in the slightest.”
“But what about the fact that Loki is dating a mere mortal.”  Again, his attempts at a whisper, echoed off the marble walls.
Lex folded her arms and glared at him.  “I’m right here, dude!”
Frigga gave an elegant shrug.  “I do not see any importance to that fact.  Like any father, he wishes to see his sons settled and happy.”
Thor’s hands clenched into fists.  “Oh, so it is just my choice of consort that was grounds for such outrage!”
“What outrage?  You’d barely mumbled her name before you fled the kingdom.”
“I stayed long enough to hear what he thought!”  He straightened his shoulders.
Frigga stared at him blankly.
“Do you not remember what he said to me, Mother?”
“Clearly, I do not.  Pray enlighten me.”
“He told me in no uncertain terms that no migardian would ever sit on the throne of Asgard.”
Frigga blanched and her mouth fell open.
“Exactly!” Thor said, “Now you understand why I left so abruptly.”
“You!”
As Frigga’s expression morphed from shock to outrage, Thor took a quick step back.
His mother followed him, one threatening finger raised.  “It was you who started that rumor!”
“What rumor! I was merely recounting the conversation.”
“That is not what he said, and you know it!”
Thor quailed beneath her furious gaze.  “It… it wasn’t?”
“No!  The Allfather said, ‘no Midgardian had ever sat on the Throne of Asgard.’ In truth, I believe he is quite intrigued at the prospect of breathing fresh life through the branches of our family tree.”
Thor stared at his boots.  “I must have misheard,” he mumbled.
As Frigga continued to give Thor a dressing down over his behavior, Grenalda gently touched Lex’s arm and drew her off to one side.  “This could go on a while and I have been dying to meet you.”
For the second time that afternoon Lex succumbed to the urge to point to her own chest and say, “Me?”
“Yes you!  The woman who melted Loki’s ice cold heart.  Trust me, the bards are already writing sonnets in your honor!”
Lex shuffled her feet awkwardly.  “Not sure there was much melting involved.  I think Loki’s heart might be guarded, but it was never cold.  And you know what he’s like; when he decides on something, he’s 100% in.”
“True.  Though I’ve never seen him quite like this before.” Tucking Lex’s hand into the crook of her elbow, she steered them away from the thrones. “Come now, we are almost family, so you must share your secrets.  Namely, how do you put up with his appalling mood swings?”
Lex frowned.  “Loki isn’t moody?” She jerked her head towards Thor as he ambled towards them, “You should see this one when we run out of pop tarts.”
Thor shrugged good-naturedly.  “Family trait.”
Grenalda ran an appraising eye over Lex, “But how do you cope when he loses his temper, you’re such a little thing?”
“Hey!  I’m not that fragile!” She glanced up at Thor for support, but he’d carefully fixed his gaze elsewhere.  Lex huffed.  “Fine, I’m just a pathetic, fragile midgardian and I have no idea what I’m getting into because I’ve never even seen Loki lose his temper.  What could I possibly know–”
“Wait!” Frigga joined the conversation, her eyes fixed on Lex.  “You have never seen Loki lose his temper?  Not once, in all the months you’ve been together?”
Lex suddenly felt very small and fragile indeed, but she straightened her spine and met the regal gaze.  “Never.”
Frigga’s eyes moved from Lex, to Grenalda before finally landing on Thor.
This time, the burly God stepped forward to offer his support, wrapping one large arm around Lex’s shoulders.
“It is true.  Loki has been calmer recently.  He seems to have lost much of his rage since…” He lapsed into silence, giving Lex a careful squeeze.
Frigga dabbed at her eyes with a delicate lace handkerchief.  “I always believed… and I hoped that one day, he would begin to believe it also.”
Feeling slightly awkward, Lex shifted her weight.  “So… so can I see him?”  The bundle under her arm gave a slight twitch.  “I have something for him.”
“Ah… yes… of course.” The Queen hesitated, her fingers fluttering with agitation. “However, there is one slight…complication.”
“Complication?  What?  Where is he?”
Frigga smoothed the front of her dress.  “He is currently residing in the dungeon.”
“Why!!??”  Eyes wide with outrage she advanced on Goddess, ignoring Thor’s alarmed flapping.  “You imprisoned him for the crime of dating a mortal??!!”
“Goodness no!”
“So why then?”
“When he discovered the ruse we had employed in order to get the truth from him, he was… a little out of sorts.  We have merely placed him in one of the cells for his own safety.”
“And the safety of everyone else,” Grenalda added, looking a little queasy.
“Can I see him?”
“It might be wise to wait until he is more… himself.” Frigga gave Thor a significant look.
He nodded, his expression one of concern.  “Wolf?”
“Wolf.” She confirmed.
Lex shook her head.  “I don’t care.  I want to see him now. Fur and all.”
“I know you do, but when he is in this form, he is not in full control of his actions.  And I know he would never forgive himself if he were to injure you in any way.  It would be best to wait and–”
“No.”
The goddess raised one eyebrow, in an expression that Lex was all too familiar with.  “No?”
Trying to remember her manners, Lex moderated her tone.  “He has seen me at my worst.  I think I can deal with him at his worst.” She swallowed hard and dropped her eyes. “I’d… I’d like to try.”
That appraising expression returned to Frigga’s face and then she nodded, signally to the guards.  “Perhaps you can.
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The journey to the dungeons took forever and Lex was starting to develop a stitch by the time they descended the final flight of steps.
When the guards finally came to halt in front of the cell, her jaw dropped open.  She’d seen Loki shapeshift before, he often did it, just to make her giggle.  
But never into something like… this…. 
The wolf form he had chosen was enormous, his powerful shoulder would have been level with the top of Lex’s head. And if that wasn’t terrifying enough, he seemed to be attempting to force his way past the hissing, spitting barrier of light through sheer brute strength.
Again and again he hurled himself at the glowing wall, only to be blasted back across the cell, his fur bristling and smoking from contact.
Hand flying to her mouth, Lex took a step forward.  
“Can he see me?” she asked.
“Not through the barrier in its current setting.  He normally calms faster without distraction.”
“Normally?  This has happened before?”
“A few times.  But it has never lasted this long.”
“Then I need to go inside.”
“That would not be wise.  In this state he might not recognise you… in time.”
Hoping her voice sounded more confident than she felt, Lex stepped closer to the glowing barrier.  “He’ll know.”
The silence that followed was so profound, Lex thought her eardrums had shattered, then Frigga raised one hand and nodded to the main guard.
Seconds later, the barrier dropped.  Not giving herself the chance to overthink things, Lex hopped over the divide, her hair lifting and crackling as the magical wall re-ignited behind her, sealing her in.
Sweat trickled down her side and she blew out a slow breath.  At least he’d have no trouble scenting her... unless...
… unless the trip by bi-frost had altered her on some molecular level.
Pushing that thought aside she forced a smile and took a step forward.  “Hey Loki,” she whispered softly.
The giant wolf backed up against the far wall, forelegs splayed in front of him as he dropped his head, his eyes fixed on her.
Lex took another step towards him.  “Your mom is lovely, and the Palace is amazing, but do you think we could go home now?”
The wolf twitched, then his ears flattened back against his skull and he gave a low, threatening growl.
“Loki?” Lex whispered, “You have to know it’s–”
Before she could finish the plea, his lips peeled back, displaying the gleaming length of his fangs and he lunged towards her with a howl.
Lex panicked and did the only thing she could think of in the moment and hurled Richard towards the snarling, slathering beast.
She missed.
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gabessquishytum · 5 months
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Hob works in a rich bitch cafe; it's not called that of course, but most of the restaurant clientele are women who don't have "jobs" and who can eat (and drink) lunch for 3 hours a day. Hob's not complaining - the tips are good and his ass only get pinched a few times a month.
The most interesting group of ladies who come in seem to be some kind of exs club; they all dated or were married(?) to this guy Morpheus. They have a litany of complaints as their monthly lunches get more lubricated -- he's so intense and smothering, except when he's busy and disinterested; the sex is good, when he wants it, but who can tell went that is; he's so moody; he looks better in couture that (we) ever did. The best they can agree on is he's pretty and the moneys good.
Hob kind of feels bad for this guy - these ladies don't seem to ever had respected this Morpheus guy. It's too bad, but it is a bitch club so maybe they are just venting. If Hob wasn't dating this absolutely fantastic guy, Dream (the sex is great, he's intense in a way Hob loves, and Hob enjoys just cuddling him when they both need some quiet time), he might have tried to look this Morpheus guy up -- just to see if he swung Hob way; Hob would have offered to blow the guys back out, at the very least.
Oh well.
It's the monthly Mimosas & Morpheus club 😭😭 and I fucking love it.
Hob watches on in amusement. He's got to the point where he recognises the ladies and even knows some of their Morpheus-related backstory: Nada, the college girlfriend who he proposed to after just one month and then refused to even look at her again after she declined. Titania, who is at least enthusiastic about the guy's skills in bed. Calliope, the ex wife who is perhaps the kindest but also the most savage. There are others who come and go. Hob almost looks forward to hearing their stories.
One day one of the women (Bast? Hob thinks her name is?) is like "I hear he's trying men now. For goodness sake, was it not enough to traumatise the entire female population?" And the girls all laugh, and some speculate that maybe Morpheus was gay all along (Hob takes mild offense at the blatant bi erasure but it's not his place to say anything).
And then he's distracted anyway, because Dream just swanned through the cafe doors! Hob is thrilled to see his boyfriend and greets him, giving him a big ole smooch when the manager's back is turned. Dream looks pleased, but then he looks over Hob’s shoulder and all the colour (not there was much) drains from his face.
Hob follows his gaze and sees that all the ladies from the mimosas & morpheus club are staring back, jaws on the floor. Calliope stands up and quietly calls out - "Morpheus? Is that you? What are you doing here?"
But the moment she speaks, Dream - Morpheus? Slips out of Hob’s arms and flees through the door. There are angry tears in his eyes, and Hob is halfway through following him before someone tugs him back.
"Let him have a moment." One of the women - Jo, Hob remembers. She doesn't come often, counts herself as a hookup rather than an ex, and never pays for her own booze - "He looks good. Better than he used to. Obviously he just needed to find the right bloke."
Hob smiles slightly. He'll go after Dream, anyway. There's no way he'd leave his beautiful boyfriend to deal with this alone. Hob tries to imagine what it would be like to walk into a room full of his own exes and nearly gags.
When he comes back with a reluctant Dream in tow, Hob finds that he still has his job, thanks to the mimosas and morpheus club. They've also bought an entire basket of pastries to apologise and made themselves scarce.
Dream buries his head in his hands. "No doubt you have heard every sin I have ever committed, in vivid detail."
"And I still love you. Even though you do leave your knickers on the bedroom floor for days." Hob grins. "You were just looking for the right bloke, love. I think you found him."
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steventhusiast · 10 months
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@steddie-week day 3: first kiss
<- day two
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as he sits on the edge of the quarry's cliff, steve leans back and lets out a content sigh. the moon looks a little pink as it rises into the sky, and the stars are visible now that most of the lights in hawkins are off.
after a few minutes of sitting there, steve hears the now-familiar sound of muffled metal music and the tired engine of eddie munson's van. over the last month and a half, after the world almost ended for a fourth time (that steve has witnessed), he and eddie have gotten pretty close. steve doesn't really know how to describe it, but eddie's got this magnetism to him. steve doesn't know a single person in the party that's not charmed by eddie's antics, himself included.
there's just something endearing about the metalhead, and steve finds himself fond and content every time they hang out. hence, their bi-weekly quarry hang outs. sometimes eddie brings weed with him, sometimes beer, sometimes snacks. and they just talk.
"hey stevie." the metal music gets louder as eddie opens the driver door and jumps out. steve doesn't bother to look over his shoulder, because he knows eddie will join him where he's sitting within a minute.
"hey munson." he replies only when eddie's finally sitting next to him, "you bring anything with you this time?"
eddie tsks to himself.
"are you implying my presence isn't good enough for you, king steve?"
steve gives eddie a very unimpressed look at his words, and eddie grins after a second and proceeds to dramatically pat at all the pockets on his person until he reaches into one pocket for a joint he already had rolled.
"i may have brought our friend mary jane along with me."
thirty minutes later, steve and eddie are both laying back on the ground, legs still dangling over the edge of the cliffside. steve finds himself very very conscious of how close eddie's head is to his, how their hands that lay on the ground between them are almost touching.
"i feel like i should have a better tolerance by now." eddie confesses, and turns his head to look at steve. steve's already got his tilted toward eddie, and is helpless to the way his eyes trail over eddie's face lazily now that it's in full view.
"why?" he asks, a little slow and a little stupidly.
"you know," eddie takes another drag, "drug dealer." and gestures at his person lazily. he then seems to decide they've had enough, because he puts out what's left of the joint, considers it for a second, and throws it over the cliffside.
"mm." is all steve can offer back, because he's kind of busy committing the exact colour of eddie's eyes to his memory. no time (or space in his brain) for real conversation with eddie.
now that everything's a little hazy, steve has no problem admitting to himself that he likes eddie. he's not put too much thought into what that means for him (he knows people can like both, but he's never liked a man until now, so what does that mean for him? is he just eddiesexual?), he just knows that when eddie smiles at him he feels shy, and when eddie's looking at him with his intense big eyes his cheeks get warm. like every other aspect of eddie, being the centre of his attention is a lot. overwhelming in the best way.
"earth to stevie."
steve blinks harshly a few times, coming back to some sort of reality to see eddie fully turned onto his side to look at him now. his brows are furrowed, leaving a cute little bump in between them. steve's helpless to his own wants, and lets himself reach out a hand to gently boop in between eddie's brows.
the frown fades away into an expression a lot more bewildered for a moment, and then that melts away into eddie's smile again.
"what's that for?" eddie giggles as he asks this, and steve doesn't think he's imagining things when he notices eddie's cheeks look a little more pink than they did a minute ago.
"you should frown less. your smile is much prettier." steve confesses, finds that he doesn't want to lie. he's been noticing that eddie maybe feels a similar way about him recently, and he thinks (hopes) it's safe to indulge himself a little. eddie's a self-proclaimed freak, so hopefully the worst he'll do is reject him.
"high steve is very complimentary." eddie says after a moment, looking very much like he's resisting the urge to cover his shy smile with a handful of his hair.
"high steve is braver than sober steve. and he- i can't talk in third person right now, my brain is not working enough."
eddie's eyes widen a fraction.
"you flirtin' with me, stevie?" steve thinks he sees hope in those pretty brown eyes.
"so what if i am, hm? whatcha gonna do about it, eds?"
it's quiet between them for a few seconds, eddie's eyes darting all over steve's face. it's like he's looking for something in steve's relaxed expression, a signal for whether steve's joking with him or not. steve offers the man a tiny smile, and where he knows their hands are laying next to each other, makes the effort to link their pinkies together. eddie's eyes stop their searching of steve's face, and he glances toward their hands. steve's definitely not imagining the blush now.
"what i'm gonna do," eddie starts, and somewhat clumsily props himself up on one elbow so he can lean over steve. he seems to lose a bit of confidence once their faces are inches apart, but steve gives their pinkies a little jostle in nonverbal support of whatever eddie's about to do, "is kiss you. if.. that's okay with you."
eddie stays leaning over him, waiting for a verbal signal this time. steve lets his eyes flicker to eddie's lips and back up to his eyes. he doesn't know how much time has passed since they stopped smoking, but he's glad to say he feels a little closer to sober. he wants to remember what's about to happen.
"that is more than okay with me."
eddie wastes no time after that, leaning in to kiss him and letting his free hand come to rest on steve's hip. he's practically laying on top of steve, but steve doesn't mind. he can feel eddie's smile against his, and he never wants this to stop, doesn't think he'd be able to be the first one to pull away.
eddie really is magnetic.
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-> day four
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steamberrystudio · 4 months
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19/11/2023
Hey everyone! Time for the bi-weekly tumblr update for Steamberry stuffs!
Summary
Finished writing all routes up through the end of chapter 9
Started working on editing for now
Added in-game achievements
Received some new BG art
Ramble
Okay, so writing-wise, I wrote Yren's content up through the end of chapter 9. Also revamped my end-route summaries for Yren and Raif.
The current word count is 426,000 words.
But I decided to hold off on finishing the endings for the four remaining routes. The main reason for this is that I have planned a lot of early-story changes that are going to shift the trajectory of the route endings. And I was really struggling with how to construct the route endings with those planned changes in a more nebulous state.
I usually try to avoid working out of order because I find it is not conducive to forward progress. But there are some points when you have to break the rules and go back to make important edits because you need them there in order to be able to move forward.
I'm kind of at that point.
So I decided I would fully edit Asher's route, which will allow me to inject all those planned changes into the story which will make it much easier to construct endings that call back to that earlier foreshadowing.
So writing-wise, that's what I've been doing this week. I am currently up to Chapter 6 in the edit (which means I'm a little less than half through the route).
Other Stuff:
I have received new BGs of course. Those are coming in at a fairly steady rate of 1.5 - 2 weeks each.
I also have decided to add in-game achievements to WSC. I've been thinking about it for a while but putting it off since I know that one more screen (like an achievements gallery) means more tweaks to the UI. But I finally sucked it up and did it anyway.
I've also been playing with a colour slider for Wil's sprite. I'm not going to go into detail about it here because I've talked about it more in depth on Patreon and will continue to post most of the details there.
But the idea is that instead of choosing from 3 skin tones and 2 hair colours, there would be colour sliders allowing for a much greater range of selection. One of the big concerns with colour sliders is whether or not the recolours can be made to look as good as recolouring manually - which has always been why I've stayed away from them. 
The more complex shading styles have always struggled with colour sliders. But a developer friend - Feniks - has made a really cool and dynamic shader that actually can recreate even painterly or non-outlined art styles with incredible accuracy.
Using a slider is really useful because it increases the variations the player gets while *reducing* my work load. Instead of having to recolour manually, I would actually only need to colour everything once in grey scale.
Of course, it's not as easy as just dumping in the code and art. It requires some experimentation and learning but right now it is looking like I will be able to make it work. So I may be able to show off some examples in the future.
Screenshots:
None this time...
Upcoming Weeks:
I am currently editing Chapter 6 of asher/common routes and there are some pretty substantial edits I have to make.
It's always tricky to estimate what I will get done editing wise because editing does not flow at a more or less even pace like writing. Chapter 5, 6, and 7 had (and will have) major updates and changes so it may take a while to get through them. Though I'm already through with Ch 5. So...that's one of three.
Anyway.
And I'm also working on the GS lore book, still (LoL. 🙃). Someone today reminded me that I still need to go through all the deleted content to see if anything is salvageable for the lore book too.
😭
Thank you so much to that person (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. And you need to answer for your crimes, my friend.) 👀
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mrsaltieri-real · 3 months
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Good Boy, Meeks (Mickey Altieri X Randy Meeks)
Words: 2.8k
Warning/s: language, smut, slight dom/sub dynamic, handjobs, blowjob, teasing, cum eating, cum play, filming/sex tape, hair pulling, Randy’s a nervous wreck, Mickey’s a teasing ass, implied stalking, frenemies to fuck buddies.
A/N: SO this is my first fic that is two canon characters. No reader insert, no OC. Just Mickey and Randy. The Film Bro’s™️. This was ridiculously fun to write, I’m definitely going to do stuff like this more often. I love them so much. Thank you @bisexual-horror-fan for beta reading and editing! You’re such a massive help dude!
I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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Mickey had always found Randy sweet.
In a lot of ways, they were the same. Film geeks with an unfiltered passion for cinema and the art surrounding it, constantly looking for a deeper meaning, both there and in real life. Then again, they were more different than similar.
Randy was a small town boy still reeling from the series of murders that rocked him a year back. He never showed it, but he lived in a constant state of unease, glancing over his shoulder and never letting anybody but Sidney in. Even then, he couldn’t talk to her about this stuff. She was healing, getting better. He was happy for her, but when she began dating Derek, he realized that he truly was all alone.
Mickey, on the other hand, was from the city. Eager, outgoing, confident. He wasn’t scared about people finding him arrogant or full of himself, he lived his life with no regrets. He was being bankrolled through college by Billy Loomis’ mother to help her finish the job he and Stu Macher couldn’t. Mickey was violent, in more ways than the obvious. His ambition made him all the more magnetic, especially to Randy.
They had a fun frenemy vibe going for a while, though they both knew it was more affectionate than anything. Mickey liked Randy, he thought he was simply adorable. Randy liked Mickey, he enjoyed arguing with him even though most of the time he knew he was just saying opposing views on cinema to get a rise out of him, like when he’d sat in front of him and blatantly said that Superman 2 was better than Superman 1. Randy could see the amusement in his eyes as he argued back, but decided to roll with it.
Anything to stretch out the conversation.
Randy wasn’t gay. He knew he wasn’t gay, he’d been in love with Sidney since before he even knew what love was. But sometimes, just sometimes, he’d glance over at Mickey in class or in the cafeteria, watch his head tip back as he laughed, the dimples in his cheeks. His eyes would drift to his strong, muscular arms, watch his huge hands run through his hair or drum against his thigh, and it was almost impossible to look away.
But no, he wasn’t gay, he wasn’t bi, he was straight. Right?
“Randy!” Fingers snapped in front of Randy’s face, and he blinked, shaking his head before his blue eyes tentatively met light brown. “You okay, man?”
“Fine, why?” Randy cleared his throat, adjusting himself in his seat and looking down at his paper. He and Mickey had been paired for a project on cinematography in horror, and it bugged Randy that the moment their names were spoken out one after the other by their professor, he’d felt his heart flutter a little.
“Well, I was talking to you and you were just… Staring at me.” Mickey’s tone was light, almost playful. He didn’t look away from Randy, his grin spreading wider as he saw the rush of colour flood to the boy's cheeks. How cute is that?
“Fuck off, Mickey, no I wasn’t.” Randy scoffed, shaking his head. “Stop fucking around, what were you saying?”
“C’mon, Meeks! Tell me what you were thinking about.” Mickey leaned forward in his own seat, his hand reaching out and playfully pushing Randy’s shoulder. Randy swatted at his hand, only making Mickey chuckle and hold his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay!” He shook his head, still smiling as he grabbed his camera from his desk, flipping the small flap open and holding it up. “Don’t wanna tell me? Tell the camera.”
“Mickey, I swear to God, fuck off.” Randy held up his hand, turning his head to the side and burying his face into his shoulder. “You’re such an ass, dude.”
“Aw, I know.” Mickey didn’t drop the camera. His eyes were fixed on Randy through the tiny screen, his head tilting just slightly to the side. His smile had changed into a somewhat affectionate half smile, watching as Randy peeked up at him. “What?”
“You like me, don’t you?”
The question took him by such surprise, Randy let out a laugh that was a little too loud, a roll of his eyes that was a little too dramatic and stood to his feet, pushing the chair back a little too hard. Mickey watched the ordeal with an amused expression and a cocked brow, the camera still focused on Randy, “I think you’re a dick.”
“And I think that you think I’m blind and stupid.” Mickey retorted, finally looking up from the small screen, his eyes settling and Randy’s awkward stance. “It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone. I wouldn’t do that.”
Randy looked away, as he says, “I don’t like you. Not like that.”
Mickey presses, “Like what?”
“Like- Oh, shut up.” Randy muttered, beginning to walk toward Mickey’s bathroom.
Before he could get past him, Mickey’s large hand that Randy had so often admired shot out, wrapping around his forearm easily and holding him next to him.
“Don’t make it weird, Meeks. We can fuck if that’s what you want.”
Mickey said it so matter-of-factly it took Randy a little by surprise, his eyes shooting to Mickey, who still gripped the camera in his other hand, the band around his wrist and his arm resting beside him.
“But you’re not…” Randy’s voice trailed off and Mickey let out another laugh.
There is that infuriatingly dazzling smile as he asked, “I’m not what? Gay?”
Randy stumbles over his words as he responds, “I mean… Yeah. I’ve seen you with girls and stuff.”
“Yeah, so? What, you're a film major and think people can’t branch out a little?”
Randy frowned, this isn’t as simple as making a movie in a different genre, at least not to Randy. His eyes darting from Mickey’s hand wrapped around his arm and to his face. He couldn’t deny, when Mickey touched him, he felt an uncomfortably strong wave of arousal flow through his body and stab him straight in the stomach.
Fuck, he hated that Mickey made him feel this way. Fucking Mickey Altieri of all people. It was no surprise really, though. Randy had seen first hand, he could pretty much fuck anybody he wanted. He was outrageously attractive, magnetic and just downright charming. He couldn’t deny he was attracted to him, and had been for a pathetic amount of time. And now, here he was, telling him he wanted him.
Randy didn’t move, caught in a hesitating limbo, so Mickey helped him, tugging on his arm and pulling him in front of him.
He had no idea what he was doing. He’d thought about this, this moment more times than he cared to admit whilst he was fisting his cock in the shower, thinking of Mickey. His hands, his arms, his smile, his cock, and more often than not, his lips. He was always filled with guilt after, wondering how Mickey would feel if he knew that Randy touched himself to thoughts of him on his knees with Mickey in his mouth.
This was fucking unbearable.
Mickey’s brown eyes were fixed on Randy’s torn expression, watching the vast array of emotions pass over his face. Suddenly, it wasn’t so amusing.
“Nod if you want me.” Mickey said, his voice unnaturally soft and tender.
Randy’s final thought was simple.
Fuck it.
He nodded his head, eyes, watching as Mickey released his arm and gently palmed over himself. Randy hadn’t noticed before that he was already half hard. Did he know? This entire time that Randy wanted him this much? Did he want it as long as he did, too?
Mickey didn’t speak, but he stood to his feet, placing the still rolling camera down on his desk, the lenses facing them, a light smile on his lips as he leaned forward, his hand moving from his own aching bulge in favour of Randy’s. The two of them were wearing sweatpants, and Mickey smiled in satisfaction at how fucking hard Randy was for him. He could feel his heat, feel the throbbing before he even made contact.
Mickey’s other hand cradled Randy’s flushed cheek, finding it sweet how panicked Randy looked, as if he was afraid this was all some big joke to his expense. But this wasn’t, Mickey wanted Randy, had done since the first day the little geek challenged him in film class.
Randy found that focusing on the beauty spot just beside Mickey’s eyes calmed him down slightly, humanizing the other boy a little more.
Mickey wasn’t going to kiss Randy first, however. He felt like that was something Randy had to do, and it didn’t take him anywhere near as long as he expected.
The minute Mickey’s head ghosted over him, Randy bit the bullet, closing the space and pressing his lips against Mickey’s with a passion that took Mickey by surprise. Randy let out a shaking moan into his mouth, pushing himself greedily against Mickey’s hand in desperate need for friction, to which the other boy eagerly obliged, his hand moving to frail his fingers down Randy’s happy trail and slipping smoothly into Randy’s sweats and boxers, eagerly kissing him back as he did. Mickey tasted like mint, his lips were unbearably soft and something about them seemed like home, the rough feeling of Mickey’s stubble scratched against Randy’s face, so satisfying and just how he dreamed it would.
The moment Randy felt Mickey’s well worked hand wrap around his cock, he was worried he was going to cum then and there. His hips thrust a little as he gasped into Mickey’s mouth, feeling him smile against him as he did. Randy’s hands were fast and eager, but he was stopped sharply by Mickey, who pulled back, shaking his head.
“Oh, God I- I’m sorry, fuck, I-“
Randy began rambling, his face flushing a deep red. Mickey simply rolled his eyes, bending down to pull Randy’s sweats and boxers down before pulling his own shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. “Shut up, I thought it would be easier this way, no?”
This was the first time Randy had seen Mickey shirtless. He momentarily marvelled at the hairs on his chest, his toned stomach, and swallowed thickly.
Before Randy could reply, Mickey kissed him, deeper and with more vigour than last time. Randy’s leaking cock pressed between both of their stomachs. Mickey’s hands gripped Randy’s hips, pulling him even closer to him and forcing him to grind against him before he pressed him firmly up against the wall, his lips beginning to drift from Randy’s lips, to his jaw, to his throat.
“F-fuck.” Randy’s moan was unsteady, his hands unconsciously moving to knot in his thick dark hair, his hips beginning to grind against him by themselves. The friction felt incredible, but what felt even better was Mickey’s hand beginning to slowly pump Randy’s cock as he kissed his neck, the sensation making goosebumps rise on his skin.
Mickey used Randy’s pre-cum as lube as he allowed the boy to messily thrust against his hand, his simpering whimpers and moans fucking music to his ears.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you like this, Meeks.” Mickey breathed into Randy’s ear, twisting his hand expertly and relishing in the gentle whines flooding out from Randy’s lips. “A leaking fucking mess just for me.”
“Just for you.” Randy echoed Mickey’s words, his hands gripping his hair even tighter as his pace began to steadily increase.
The feeling of his rough hand gliding up and down his shaft, his messy cock aching and throbbing, it was nothing like he’d had before. His first and only time with Karen Kolcheck back in Woodsboro seemed pretty much laughable compared to how Mickey was making him feel right now with just his hand. Randy knew he was close, his balls were aching, and he could feel himself ready to unload all over Mickey’s stomach, but he didn’t want to. He knew that once he did, it would be over.
Fuck, he didn’t want this to be over.
“You gonna cum for me, Randy?” Mickey asked. Randy let out a soft whine, flinching in effort to avoid doing just that.
“N-no.” He groaned out, the grip on Mickey’s hair tightening.
Mickey let out a breathy laugh, his hand slowing to a gentle pump. “Why not?” He asked.
Randy didn’t answer, his head falling forward, so his forehead pressed against Mickey’s shoulder.
Mickey wasn’t having that. He pulled his hand away from Randy’s sloppy cock, knocking his arms out of the way so he could pull Randy’s head back before gripping his chin between his long fingers.
“Why not?” He asked again, his tone a little harder.
“Because I don’t want it to be done.” Randy blurted out. He felt Mickey cock twitch against his from the confines of his sweats and briefs and felt an overwhelming desire to touch him too. Mickey looked at the hungry expression on Randy’s face and smiled affectionately, releasing Randy’s jaw and sliding his hand into his hair.
“Okay, on your knees then.”
Before the words were completely out of Mickey’s mouth, Randy was on his knees, pulling down Mickey’s remaining clothes.
Randy had only seen his own dick and dicks in porn. No pornstar cock would ever compare to Mickey’s. The only word that came to mind was mouthwatering.
After Mickey spent a little time talking Randy through it, Randy took him greedily into his mouth, moaning at how delicious he tasted, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Fuckkkkk.” Mickey groaned, his head tipping back and one hand still resting on the top of his head. He glanced at the camera, picking it up and focusing it down on the adorable sight before him; Randy greedily sucking his cock as if his life fucking depended on it. Randy made a sound of disapproval at the sight of the camera, but Mickey shook his head. “Thought you might want to watch this back when you fuck yourself thinking about me.”
A brief thought of how the fuck does he know I do that? Crossed his mind for the briefest of moments before he forgot all about it, focusing on the feeling of Mickey’s thick, heavy cock in his mouth. He bobbed his head obediently, feeling Mickey begin to thrust harder, pushing his way down Randy’s throat.
“Yeah, good boy. Look up into the camera with my cock in your mouth, Meeks.” Mickey instructed, voice heavy and dripping with arousal. Randy did just that, feeling Mickey begin to twitch in his mouth as soon as he did. “Mm. You wanna get off?” He asked, smiling at Randy’s muffled yes. “Go on.”
Randy quickly took his own sensitive cock into his hand, realizing quickly his pre-cum had dropped onto Mickey’s hardwood floor. Mickey angled the camera, zooming in on the sight and watching it intently, his hips snapping against Randy’s face urgently.
“Fuck, I’m close.” Mickey grunted, halting his movement. Randy’s nose pressed against Mickey’s skin for a moment, beginning to splutter slightly as Mickey began to release hot ribbons of white down his throat, before pulling back to fill up Randy’s mouth.
The delicious taste, along with Mickey’s gorgeous expression, his head back and his chest heaving as he came, sent Randy into a convulsing mess, cumming all over his own hand, stomach and the ground beneath him. Mickey pulled out of his mouth quickly, relishing in the sound of Randy’s gasping moans as he finished.
It was silent between them for a moment, Randy trembling on his knees, not looking Mickey in the eyes. Mickey still had the camera rolling, looking fondly into the small window of it, before he glanced down at Randy pointedly.
“You made a mess, Meeks.”
Randy let out a sigh, relieved at the broken silence, before he asked, “What?”
Mickey nodded down beneath him at the cum staining the floor. Randy blushed, moving to shakily to stand up, only to be stopped by Mickey’s large, grounding hand.
“Clean it up.”
“I- I was going to. Was gonna get some paper towels and-“
“No, Randy.” Mickey cut him off, the cheeky smile back on his face as he knelt down in front of him. Mickey’s finger dipped into the impressive pool of white, before he raised it to his own mouth and licked it. Randy watched intently, his once softened cock twitching at the sight. Fuck.
“On your hands and knees-“ Mickey stopped, moving the camera and angling it down at the mess. “And clean. It. Up.”
Randy stared at Mickey for a moment, before nodding his head, and doing exactly what he was told.
He got on his hands and knees, dipping his head down, and began to lap up his own cum from the hardwood floor. Mickey watched through the camera, teeth sinking into his bottom lip at the sight.
“Good boy, Meeks.”
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hirik0 · 5 months
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Back to you part 2
part 1
Makarov/Yuri
Makarov worked through the whole night with a peacefully sleeping Yuri right next to him. He can't look away till he feels happiness spreading through his body, causing a strange feeling in his stomach. He brings his laptop back to the office before he goes in the Gym to start his morning routine. Trying very hard not to think about the sleeping Yuri in his bed and how that make him feel and telling himself that this is a one time think and it don't means anything. A voice in his head is wispering bi panic sounding oddly familiar. Triggering a very old memory from back in university.
"For someone that is straight you're looking very jealous at Yuri and his boyfriend", Milena says while standing next to him looking at the dance floor of the party in some fellow students home party room. "I'm not jealous, I just hate Jack that's a diffrent", Makarov hisses back, giving her a angry side eye. "So you didn't had a bi panic the other day at the lake over Yuri in swim wear?", Milena ask him not convinced by his explanation. Answering the side eye with a dont bullshit me look "I did not", Makarov answers her angry, he's not bi he like woman and if he pays a bit more attention to the eye colour now, than that's nobody's business but his.
He pushes the punshing back a bit harder then he needs. Hating that Milena was right all this eyars ago, that he had a 'bi panic' over Yuri back then and is having a revival now. He's not panicking, because there is nothing to panic about, because he is not bi and if he would be he was not intressted in his former best friend. Not now and not back in University. He is just happy to get Yuri back in his life nothing more. Deep down he knows hes lying to himself, but he pushes this thought down so deep it will never reappear.
Yuri wakes up when a wet piece of fabric is landing on his face. What the fuck, is going on. The first think he realises when he removes the towle from his face is that he is not in his own bedroom. His eyes end up on a nearly nacked Makarov. Freshly showered, water drops running down the muscular and tattooed back. Oh, oh no, what happened yesterday? Makarov disapers in to a walk in closet and Yuri is trying to not lose his shit. He looks down himself being still fully dressed, good, that's good right? Maybe it would have been better if he would have had sex with Makarov, because he remebers crying his eyes out in Makarovs office, more specificly against Makraovs chest. Yuri wants to disappear this is embarrassing. "Ah, you're awake", Makarov says when reapers from the closet, his very expensive looking button up still open giving Yuri a good look of his muscular tattooed chest. Yuri has the feeling that this picture is trying to burn itself to the inside eyes, Makarov looking a bit tired, hair still weat from his shower, still not fully dressed. A wet dream or in Yuris case a nightmare. "Yes", Yuri stammers our trying to keep on the last droplet of dignity. Trying to explain his reaction with the fact that he has a quite long dry spell and Makarov is atractive and Yuri is still half asleep. His eyes clued to Makarovs fingers slowly closing his dress shirt, hating how its runing his sight on Makarovs nacked chest. Makarov trys his best to not over analyse Yuris reaction, having to push down his thoughts again. He cant help the satifcation that is flodding him, how Yuri can't take his eyes of him. He is flaterd by Yuris unapologetic ogeling and Yuri in his bed, dangerous image. "Breakfast?", Makarov asks having to do something before he needs another shower. "You can cook? When we meet you could barely use a microwave", Yuri says confused, if Makarov wants to kill him, he could atleast have mercy and not do it with what ever he claims to be 'cooking'. "Yes, I can cook by now. If I cook myself I can't get posinent this way", Makarov explains rolling his eyes, things changed in the last 5 years, the other could really show some more trust. Yuri is unsure if he should say that he can eat something on the way back home, his stomach is not used to eat in his opinon bio weapon 'meals' Makraov made back in universety anymore. Yuri stands up from the bed streaching himself before following Makarov in the very mordern kitchen. That is only separate from the gigantic livingroom with a half wall that is used as a counter. "Still black coffee?", Makarov ask, while looking in the fridge. "Yes", Yuri answers trying not to look at Makarovs ass, the pants making this very hard. To save himself from another arkward situation he looks at Makarovs livingroom. A big black leather couch, a gigantic flat screen, some shelfs and a very big painting that look oddly familiar to Yuri.
He takes the coffee from the counter and again looks at the painting. "Something with wrong with the painting?", Makarov asks while cracking some eggs. "Is it from a French painter?", Yuri ask him, trying to get his mind if a nacked Makarov. "Don't know was a present from a buisness deal", Makarov answers shruging, he never spared a second glance at the painting since getting it. Yuri slips down the barstool he sat in to get a closer look at the painting and oh the painting is from the French painter he thought of, should he tell Makarov? "So you are intressted in art know?", Makarov asks him from the kitchen, trying to find a way to keep Yuri ins his life this time. "No, was at a art gallery show casing this artist ones, that's why I asked. Must be one of her older works", Yuri explains hasty trying to find somethingelse to look at. "How do you know?", Makarov asks looking at the painting seeing nothing but a nice landscape. "Oh, eh her eh more recent works are more eh complex I guess", Yuri stammers his vague answer, blushing a bit. "Yuri", Makarov says annoyed, clearly having picked up he's hiding something. Yuri drinks his coffee trying his hardest to ignore Makarov staring at him. "Yuri", Makarov repeats himself angry its just a painting whats to hide about it. "Yes?" Yuri fails to sound inoceny instead of stressed, very wasy for Makarovto pick up on. "Spit it out", the orders comes from the kitchen. "Eh.. Just look her up", Yuri trys to talk himself out of this he made it this far no need to risk to get killed over a stupid lewd painting. Makarov having even less patience for bullshit like this after working all night is throwing an apple at Yuri, hitting the back of Yuris head perfectly. Who rubs his head, before picking up apple from the floor, taking a big bit out of the fruite in a attempet it to stall time. "Yuri", Makarov growls as a last warning, sounding very sexy Yuris brain is registering. "It's just she's very famous for turning nude photography into landscape paintings", Yuri finally says, making Makarov nearly drop his cup of coffee. "What?", he asks into the room, while Yuri slowly moves back to the barstool. "You have hiden porn in your livingroom", Yuri says before biting in the apple again to not having to say more for a while. "You're joking right?", Makarov says holding a butter knife towards Yuri, who is just shaking his head. "I think I would know if porn would hang in my own fucking livingroom", Makarov tells him, nearly burning part of the breakfast, because hes distracted.
Yuri eats the appel shrugging and mentaly preparing to eat what Makarov is making. It at least smells eatable, but he thought that before and was sick for 3 days. "What do you do for work now?", Makraov asked before flipping the omlett. "Freelancer work, have a good reputation in IT", Yuri answers vaguely not ready to tell Makarov about his littel cyber crime buisness. The other man is shrugging at this fair point he would also not tell Yuri more details about his job. "You think the divorce will get over with fast?", Makarov asks, trying to get a feeling for when to ofer killing Jack and how much time he needs to lure Yuri back. "Forever", Yuri answers knowing Jack will only sign the papers when he has no other choice. "Want a permanent soultion?", Makarov asks, getting a laught from Yuri who probably is thinking this is a joke. "No, unhappy spouses are on the very top of the list of suspects for your permanent solution", Yuri answers amused, rolling his eyes as if Makarov would really kill Jack for him. "Well you dont even live in the same country anymore, how are you supost to do it?", Makarov points out, putting the omlett on a plate. "Hired someone of curse, you know with ties yo organised crime will be way to easy for the pigs to figure out", Yuri says rolling his eyes before he takes another sip of his coffee. "I think I know someone how would do it for free", Makarov says before making some fried eggs for Yuri. "Nothing is for free Vlad", Yuri tells him, especialy Makarov knows this all to well. "Okey a non money payment then", Makarov purrs, getting Yuri to blush again. Yuri is glad that Makrov shows mercy and gives him foot he can actually eat with out fear of getting food poisining. "God Yuri, my cooking was not that bad", Makarov coments Yuris inspection of the food, rolling his eyes. Yuri just gives him a very pointed look before eating the piece of egg on his forge. Makarovs phone is ringing saving Yuri from having to give a verbal answer. Makarov walks away towards his office to take the call and Yuri, bravely steals a bit of the omlett from his plate. And he now confidently say that egg dishes are something Makarov can actually cook by now.
Makarov returns a few minutes later clearly looking pisst at what ever the call was about. Yuri knows better then to ask, eats another appel. "So, you plan to return to the pit?", Makrov asks giving Yuri a deadly gaze when he notices part of his omlett is missing. "Oh common it was just the corner", Yuri defents himself knowing that Makarov hates sharing his food and you will die trying stealing some of his food, if he can stop you. "The pit", Makarov reminds him, letting Yuriget away with being a thief for now. "Could get hard with out a entery card", Yuri points out the obvious, what causes Makraov to slit something towards him. A credit card, that Yuri picks up and inspects carefull, realising this is not a credit card, but a VIP card for the pit and the more luxirous clubs Makraov likely owns, odd doppel use. Yuri plays with the card lost in thought. Giving Makarov the time to finish half of his breakfast in quite and peace. "Vlad?", Yuri suddenly asks sounding angry, getting a humm as answer. "Did you give me one of your whore cards?", Yuri asked him, the question lets Makrov drop the forge. Its not like that Yuri is wrong this is what the card is mainly used for, to get whores to hangout with him in the clubs, taking one home from time to time, but thats not why he is giving Yuri the card. He just wants to give Yuri a way back in and not to get Yuri in his bed. Liar, a small voice is wispering in his ear sounding like Milena. "I.. no...", Makrov stammers not even knowing what he should answer. Yuri finishes his coffee, slips down the barstool having a smirg on his face, clearly enjoying a speachless Makarov. "Well dont know what I expected from a guy that has porn hanging at this livingroom", Yuri says winking, putting the card in the back poket of his jeans and walks towards the exit. Makarov, fells his face turning warm if he would look in a mirror his could see how his cheeks are turning pink. "Its only a whore card if you give it back", he shouts after Yuri, stapping his omlett when he hears the door closing, Yuri didnt even gave him any reaction. "FUCK", Makarovs screams angrly, but Yuri took the card that must be a good sign.
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firecooking · 6 months
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A fun piece that took me WAY too long to complete!
I wanted to draw out the Z stacks for my humanoid au and do something fun with the outfits and the posing. I almost always draw them in some form of work uniform or in their formal gear and while that's pretty accurate for most situations they also have non work good clothes, of course in shades of Zero Marine Bigg City approved browns and blacks.
I also wanted to highlight more personal styles with them as well as keeping the context of the 1920s in mind! I also gave them all weapons for fun!
Zip has a VERY stylish youthful way of dressing for the 1920s, his bow tie would be seen as rather formal in contrast to his outfit which would be very youthful and in matching, shorts don't match with sweaters, boots don't match short sleeves, young men often dressed 'eclectically' to 'stand out'. Zip Carries a rather standard hunting rifle, he doesn't much like to use it, but it lets him stay away from danger while protecting himself. He's a small guy and doesn't like to be in the action, the gun lets him keep his distance, and he quite likes that. He does know how to use it and will if necessary.
Zug wears a pretty average day suit, it's pants cut is a little big and the coat is a sport cut, he'd been seen as basically a lousy dresser, sorta like a used car sales man. Zug carries a Tommy Gun, he's a small guy and it gets the job done.
Zorran dresses in a modern for the time business suit, the cut is straight on the pants and jacket and the bi coloured pants and jacket would be seen as a more relaxed choice and he's forgone the vest of old. Winged saddle shoes complete the look, he would be a snazzy dresser in the eclectic sense like Zip. Zorran is a resourceful man and will fight with anything at hand, but a good old fashioned lead pipe is easy enough to carry and conceal and even easier to ditch without suspicion
Zebedee forgoes convention, instead going for comfort and a relaxed fit. The Zoot Suit is still two decades out but the smoking suit is making its debut, considered a wasteful use of fabric Zebedee is on the cutting edge of fashion, even if he just wanted something comfortable. He is a fan of brass knuckles, if he has to fight he'd rather brawl fair and square
Zak, like Zorran, forgoes a piece of the standard business suit, However his piece of choice is the Vest, which sets him firmly into casual. With a dark grey shirt and matching tie, pants, hat and shoes, Zak is scrubbing against the grain of fashion conventions of the time, Zak would be kicked out of a fancy restaurant on sight in such an outfit. Zak keeps a switch blade on him at all times, he's a big fan of stiletto style knives, they make quick work of any target
Zaffre opts to forgo feminine dress but doesn't abandon women's wear. The Blazer is in its second decade as women wear, note the lack of collar notches on the blazer and the single button, and the loose fitting light fabric pants are the trend with young flappers for day wear. Her shirt and tie are what step back into men's wear but are not unheard of anymore. She's young and a great example of a second generation suffragette, the right to vote is just the first step, you know. Zaffre hasn't opted for any weapons yet, the hat pins and batons of days past are not needed when you are ready and willing to beat someone to death with your bare hands. Maybe she'll find something someday
Also have a high chart because I am terrible at drawing them to scale, by 1920s average heights they are all pretty average, Zug and Zaff being extreme but not unheard of, by today's average heights literally all of them are average and below with Zug being unheard of as a 'normal' hight
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Azriel x Reader | Imagine: Service
request: okay, but here me out. Reader getting az ready to go to church. Like making him brush his hair, were colourful clothes etc. And he acts totally miffed and all, and the IC all make fun of him. But he puts up with it because he loves you:)
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Azriel and you are about to attend a service from the priestesses in the Library. And Azriel…well you thought, since it is a service for the beginning of Spring, he could actually put on some colour.
Azriel is not really having it. But he loves you and would practically do anything for you. So it is the light blue shirt with the small details on it. Azriel…he isn’t really amused about it, having much rather donned one of his black shirts. But the light blue one just so perfectly matches your dress. You love it. A grin spreads from one ear to the other when you watch the two of you in the mirror. Azriel tugs on the sleeves of it when you wiggle a brush in front of his face. “Need to comb your hair, neat and tidy.” “My hair is always neat and tidy,” Azriel grumbles but reluctantly takes the brush from your hand.
“Yes, it is, but not neat and tidy enough. You have just flown in, one can see that.” “You like my hair like this,” Azriel argues, and you shoot him a warning glare. So he brushes his hair back neat and tidy.
Cassian whistles when moments later Azriel and you appear in the family living room of the House of Wind. “Azzy, colour looks good on you,” the Illyrian general hollers and claps his hands. Two pink splotches appear on Azriel’s cheek and he turns to you, eyes going wide with a half-glare and half-reprimanding look. You just giggle at his miffed expression, the light crease of his brows. The shadows dance around him, obviously amused about their owner.
“Shut up, Cass,” Azriel grumbles and shakes his head at his brother. Cassian just winks at him and then turns to you. “Great job, Y/N. Make him wear colour more often from now on.”
“Will do,” you happily say and interlace your fingers with your mate’s, giving his hand a soft squeeze. Azriel pulls you to him, leaning into you, his lips brushing your ear. “You are really lucky that I love you so much.”
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will80sbyers · 7 months
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This is a big reach, I know so don't take me seriously because I'm not saying this is proof of anything and it could be a complete coincidence because the colors look good together BUT I just noticed that Karen has the bi colours + yellow on her in the scene when she interacts with Mike here
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Pink over the shoulders, purple in the middle and blue in her arms making it look like the flag
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wooiamamess · 2 years
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H20 mermay redesign
So in honour of mermay, and my rewatching h20 a couple of months ago, I did a redraw of the characters from h20 with my own head cannons and some explaining of my redesigns of course (: I really think that an animated reboot (not the one Netflix did) would be perfect for this show, and I wanted to convey my ideas. I also did try the make the designs resemble the actors at least a little bit.
Ricky
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I love Ricky with all my heart, she’s definitely in my top 3 characters from this show. I’m obsessed with her hair in season one, especially when she puts it into braids. I kept her red motif from the first season as well. I want her to wear very early 2000s-esque grunge clothing. In terms of her mermaid look, I changed her colour to this orange/red-ish colour, and added details to make it look like flames.
I know a lot of people like to headcannon her as a lesbian, but personally I don’t. I think that she’s definitely pansexual with zero preferences and would go by she/her pronouns but would be ok with they/them.
Cleo
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I honestly had so much fun with Cleo’s design. She has a bit of a bohemian style in the first season, but I decided to trade for a little more preppy look that I think reflects her character more. She’s sweet, caring, a little naive, but good spirited. So I put her in a trendy outfit with some cute patches to keep that homemade look. For her mermaid look, I wanted it to look like lace to mirror the patches on her skirt, and of course, it had to be purple.
My asexual ass has to headcannon her as ace and heteromantic. She’s also got the purple motif so that just adds to the ace-ness. She/her pronouns.
Emma
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Emma’s design came really easily to me. I wanted to give her a kind of periwinkle colour scheme to match her ice. Her human design is simple, but I really wanted to keep it modern and trendy. Athleisure with high socks and bicycle shorts (and of course a sparkly top). Her mermaid design also came really easily to me, as I gave her sharp sparkly edges to resemble ice. Is it difficult to make a blonde, ice-themed character not look like Elsa? Yes
If anyone in the main three is a lesbian in my eyes it’s her. She’s hella gay with she/they pronouns.
Charlotte
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Lol I don’t think I have anything positive to say about charlotte but damn I had so much fun drawing her. I really wanted her to look soft and sweet but give her the nastiest attitude ever. I put her in a preppy school girl outfit with soft pastel pink to make her look unassuming (at least to Lewis) and of course the necklace that the other three girls have.
She/her, straight.
Will
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Threw a curveball at you didn’t I? That’s right, this is where my head cannons start, along with my inability to draw abs. Rewatching season 3, it only made sense to make him a mermaid instead of Bella, and I honestly feel like it could’ve been more interesting. Imagine him as a diver who got just a little too curious around Mako, and accidentally turns into a mermaid. His dreams of become a diver are ruined, however he got to be happy doing what he loved (exploring the ocean). It just makes more sense in my opinion.
For his main colour, I changed his motif of blue to green. I wanted to keep the blue colour for Emma and Lewis, and I honestly just felt like it suits him better. In terms of his powers, maybe the ability to control plants? Idk
He’s probably straight, maybe bi-curious. Goes by he/they but wouldn’t object to any pronoun. The chillest dude.
Bella
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Bella was probably the hardest to adapt just cause I don’t love her character in the show. I decided to make her not a mermaid, and instead a love interest. I felt like it suited her better. I wanted to keep her colour palette soft and muted, and put her in sweet, bohemian style clothing. I feel like she would become a good friend of the main trio after the betrayal by charlotte. She would be an excellent friend and totally keep their secret as well as fall in love with Will.
Definitely bisexual, not opposed to a flirtationship with Emma (I just want them to meet) She/they.
Lewis
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Look at this disaster man. I put him in messy clothes cause he probably couldn’t give two shits about what he looks like. He really does just want to go fishing.
Biromantic asexual (yes I am in fact projecting onto these characters). He/him.
Zane
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I personally love Zane. I know he’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I love characters who are shitty people and even when they’re on “the side of good”, they continue to be shitty people. Just more focused and positive. When I was a kid I was 100% on board with his relationship with rikki, and honestly a part of me still is. So for my headcannon, he doesn’t cheat on her, the cafe doesn’t get in the way of their relationship, and he treats Rikki so much better. Cause they had fantastic chemistry and I don’t want it to go to waste.
For his design I gave him two looks, a casual motorcycle riding outfit, and of course a business suit. I made his main colour black, but I had to give him dark red accents as a nod to Ricky.
Heterosexual, he/him.
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The love interests as mermaids. This is not a part of my headcannon (yet). In terms of powers I have a couple ideas that do, in fact, include Lewis being able to talk to marine life. Poor boy will never go fishing again. In terms of Bella’s powers i really hate what they gave her, so I was thinking wind or bubbles or something air-related. As for Zane? He’s definitely the hardest to pin down for powers but I’m thinking either shadow manipulation or storm related powers (like lightning). Maybe a combo of both.
Well I’m done writing this all out and mermay is over so fuck me I guess. That’s what I get for making this post with 20 minutes left of may. I hope you had fun reading my post and looking at my art. I probably won’t draw more of this headcannon but idk I do what I want
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As you might know if you saw my review the other day, my December felt very slumpy even though I read a lot of good books. I suspect this is because of book hangovers and working a busy Christmas retail season. (I also didn't write much because I kept coming home too wiped to think.)
But it was a good month! I managed to get to a couple new releases that I really wanted to, and I knocked a lot of books off my physical TBR because none of my ARCs looking interesting. I did have a DNF again, though, of a book that I was really hoping would be great. Isn't that always the way?
I also had two rereads! One because sometimes when you're at a loss to read, you pick up Pratchett, and one because I'd promised myself I'd get to it this year and dash it, I was going to! Weirdos of the Universe, Unite! was one of the most seminal books of my childhood, and it wasn't until I reread it that I realized just how much it was. I saw a lot of my personal attitude to life in Maddy, it was probably my first true urban fantasy even though there's a whole act on a spaceship, Baba Yaga is there as a very cranky but practical sort of witch…
As for my book haul, I just want to say that it was Christmas and I didn't actually buy anything? My parents came through with some really oddball picks, as I'd expected, my sister gifted me one of her favourite reads of the year, and friends helped feed my T. Kingfisher addiction. (More on that in my yearly wrap-up.)
But the book I'm most excited to have gotten is Hogfather, and not because of the pretty cover though that's a bonus. It is, in fact, the most astounding misprint I've ever seen and I couldn't pass up a chance at a free copy. I mean, how many times do you find a beloved book in which the entire thing is bound backwards?! Thank goodness the publisher didn't want it back, is all I'm saying.
And that's probably about it! I have no idea what book I'm going to start 2024 with, because I sort of read 200+ pages of Persepolis Rising last night so I could knock it off my list and now I'm recovering from the binge.
And now without further ado, in order of enjoyment…
A Power Unbound - Freya Marske
Jack, Alan, and their friends must find a hidden artifact and foil a plot. This would go better if Jack and Alan got along.
8/10
🏳️‍🌈 main characters (gay, bi man), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (gay, bi woman, lesbian, genderfluid) 🏳️‍🌈 author
All the Hidden Paths - Foz Meadows
Velasin and Caethari are still feeling out their relationship when they’re summoned to the capital and almost immediately find themselves targeted again..
7.5/10
🏳️‍🌈 main characters (mlm), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (mlm), mute secondary character, cast of colour, 🏳️‍🌈 author warning: anxiety, aftermath of trauma, dubious consent
Last Chance to See - Douglas Adams with Mark Carwadine
A bumbling science fiction author travels the world in search of endangered animals.
7/10
Illuminations - T. Kingfisher
Rosa wants to help her artist-magician family, but instead she accidentally releases a creature bent on destroying them!
8/10
Lovecraft Country - Matt Ruff
Two Chicago families in the 1950s become caught up in a world of cults, ghosts, monsters, and magical danger. Fortunately, they’ve had lots of practice at mistrusting white folks.
7.5/10
primarily Black cast
warning: depicts Jim Crow-era racism, including slurs; also abusive family dynamics
Persepolis Rising - James S.A. Corey
Thirty years on, the system has achieved a new normal. So of course one of the colony planets decides it’s time to shake things up.
7.5/10
very racially diverse cast
Remarkably Bright Creatures - Shelby Van Pelt
A cleaner at an aquarium mourns her losses. A young California man seeks his absentee father. The resident octopus tries to bring them together.
7.5/10
Jamaican secondary character, Korean-American secondary character
Ragnarok - A.S. Byatt
A child in wartime discovers Norse mythology, and the ways myths and the world reflect each other.
7.5/10
warning: animal cruelty and injury
While Idaho Slept - J. Reuben Appelman
Four students are murdered in a single night, and what came before and after.
7/10
warning: violent murders
Monstress, Volume 3 - Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda (illustrator)
Maika finds temporary refuge from the people chasing her, but the local leaders want a favour in return.
7/10
one-armed protagonist, cast of colour, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (sapphic), Taiwanese-American author and Japanese-American illustrator
Reread
Weirdos of the Universe, Unite! - Pamela F. Service
Mandy and Owen get assigned a mythology paper, but then the characters they pick start coming to life and insisting they have a great purpose.
Black secondary character, Indigenous secondary character, Chinese secondary character
warning: somewhat lazy depictions of Indigenous and Chinese people
The Unadulterated Cat - Terry Pratchett with Gray Jolliffe (illustrator)
A humourous celebration of all things cat.
DNF
The Undetectables - Courtney Smyth
Someone’s committing Occult murders and a crack team of Occult investigators has been called in. Or, they’re totally going to be the crack team someday, at least.
main character with fibromyalgia, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (lesbian), fat secondary character, Chinese-British secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 author
Currently reading:
Music from the Earliest Notations to the Sixteenth Century - Richard Taruskin A history of early written European music, in its social and political contexts.
The Penguin Complete Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle Victorian detective stories
major disabled character
warning: racism, colonialism
Stats
Monthly total: 11+1 Yearly total: 128/140 Queer books: 2 Authors of colour: 1 Books by women: 6 Authors outside the binary: 0 Canadian authors: 0 Off the TBR shelves: 7 Rereads: 2 Books hauled: 8 ARCs acquired: 2 ARCs unhauled: 2 DNFs: 1
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wylanlupin · 1 day
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parents!wolfstar mini story 1k fluff fem!sirius
Remus loves to run his fingers through it.
It's curly, some days extremely curly and others just wavy. The way Sirius styles it.
She has always tried to grow her hair long and has avoided hairdressers since she moved in with the Potters at 16.
Remus loves to braid Sirius' hair and create the most beautiful hairstyles.
Teddy also loves to style his curls. They have the same stubborn curls as Remus. Teddy likes to experiment with colours, but they never wanted it longer than their chin.
So Sirius was all the more pleased that Stella, their daughter, loves growing her black hair just as much as her mum.
Stella has the same black hair as Sirius.
For some years now, Sirius has favoured expressing her femininity through her hair. They are incredibly important to her and she only allows the most expensive and best hairdressers to work on it and only ever to cut the ends.
Mary set up her own hairdressing business two years ago and even in her apprenticeship, everyone had to put up with it, everyone except Sirius.
Lily only let Mary cut it, but everyone else had to suffer.
Teddy and Mary love to play with their curls together and try out new things.
Peter, James and Remus have had to put up with everything from the weirdest hairstyles to the most hideous colours.
For a (very short) time, Remus had the sides cut short and his locks dyed pink. Mary wanted to give it a try. What his students found particularly funny.
James had to grow his hair long so that Mary could practise better with his hair texture.
Peter, with his blonde hair, was the colour experiment.
Lily had to have her long red hair cut into a bob, she also had fringes and extreme layers.
Dorcas had the best time, Mary was good with her afro and practised, but the worst thing was three months of purple hair.
Emmeline wouldn’t allow her hair for a long time. She wouldn't give up her long black hair for anything in the world. But in the end, she couldn't resist her fiancée either.
Emmy ended up with slight bangs and layers, as well as purple streaks, later green and currently blue.
Marlene was her favourite to practise. From the time Mary started her apprenticeship to the present day, Marlene really has had it all. Any colour, any hairstyle.
Long, short, bangs, layers, buzz cuts, blonde, brown, black, white, purple, colourful, blue, green and everything in between.
But Sirius never let her touch her hair. In all those years, she wasn't even allowed to cut their tips.
Remus knows that Sirius isn't quite so worried about Stella's hair and that's why Mary is coming to cut it today.
But all he knew was that Mary wanted to cut Stella's hair a little shorter. That was all he knew.
Remus was all the more surprised when he came home this Thursday.
He opens the front door and immediately hears ABBA and smells cinnamon and chocolate.
"Daddy!" little mini-Sirius shouts and comes running towards him with his arms outstretched. He immediately wraps his arms around his daughter.
Her previously long black hair now curls around her head, around her ears and stops before her shoulders.
A pink hair clip holds back her curls so that they don't fall into her eyes.
"Look!", the little toddler jumps up and down excitedly and points to her hair. "Mary did this! Now I look like Teddy!"
Giggling, she runs back into the living room, from where Mary and Sirius' voices can be heard.
"Dad!" Teddy appears in front of him out of nowhere. Teddy's previously turquoise hair is now a little shorter and a different colour.
"I've got the Bi Flag on my head!" they announce just as proudly as their little sister. Laughing, they run their fingers through their curls. "Looks cool." As he passes, Remus gives his child a kiss on the head.
Nobody could have prepared him for what awaits him in the living room.
Mary is clearing away her scissors and his wife turns to Remus.
Sirius.
Sirius has had her hair cut.
Remus stands still, frozen. He just blinks for a few seconds.
Sirius has a bob. A bob and bangs. She's had light bangs before, but now she has a full on mom-bob.
"Hi, babe," she greets him, coming up to Remus. "Your hair“, that's all he can get out. It's been over twenty years since he's seen Sirius with hair this short.
"You look like a mom."
Giggling, Sirius presses her lips to Remus' and without thinking about it, he returns the kiss. "That could be because I am one."
Mary proudly crosses her arms and stands next to Sirius. She shakes her head slightly and runs her fingers through her now short hair.
"Do you like it?"
Let's be honest, Sirius could be bold and be the most beautiful person in the world, so Remus really doesn't care about hair.
but
"Yes," Remus breathes out, swallowing hard. His children are here, God damn it! Get a grip, he tells himself.
The length emphasises Sirius' face shape and makes her look really grown up, but also cheeky. And Remus loves his children, more than anything else in this world. But right now, he'd rather they were anywhere but home.
Sirius has never looked so hot. She always looks hot, but just now Remus has fallen in love with her all over again.
Grinning, she turns to Mary and winks at her.
"Good!" Mary announces loudly, "then finally the father of the family."
Quicker than Remus can say "hair", he's sitting in the chair and Mary has her scissors in her hands again. "And do you like the way I've done your family's hair?"
His family.
Remus' heart beats faster every time he thinks about the fact that these three wonderful people are his family. "Yes."
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hello I absolutely adore Imogen as a character and I'd like to talk about her a bit.
CW: Heartstopper spoilers for seasons 1 and 2
okay so Imogen's character's really interesting to me in the way that she sort of parallels Nick (mostly in season 2 but a bit in season 1 also).
in season 1, she's shown to be more popular. she's good friends with Nick and most of the rugby players and I'd assume probably has many friends at Higgs also. I see her depicted as a 'bad' person (more before season 2 was released than after) simply because she's one of Nick's love interests and it's odd to me?? it isn't like she really did anything wrong, excluding lying about being with Nick to Tara, Darcy and Elle. like yes sure she's friends with Harry, his lot, and later on Ben, but she's honestly not that bad. when she tells Tara and Darcy she's an ally (this is one of my favourite bits) she genuinely believes that she's doing the right thing. I'm not saying they have to be grateful or anything, but she doesn't know any better and she really is an ally.
sure, she can be a bit annoying, maybe a little overbearing but keep in mind she is sixteen years old. she has a crush, or at least she feels like she's supposed to, on a guy she's friends with. she asked HIM out, HE said yes. she didn't ambush him or anything, in fact I believe she didn't really want Harry and the rest of the group there when she asked Nick out. it wasn't her fault he felt pressured to say yes.
when Nick tells her he doesn't feel that way about her, she doesn't get angry with him or try and convince him to be. she accepts it, regardless of how much that has to hurt, and moves on. she doesn't even tell their friendship group that it's Nick's fault it didn't work out, she says SHE can do better. and she can. I love Nick, but she fully deserves someone who genuinely loves and is attracted to her as a person.
in season 2, it's shown that she's still good friends with Nick! she's moved on, she doesn't try and pressure or force him or anything. granted, the guy she develops a crush on isn't great, but she doesn't know that. when Nick tries to tell her, she (understandably) gets upset and I do not blame her. she believes Ben, the same way Charlie believed him when they started kissing and stuff, and that's not her fault. Ben is shown to be really good at manipulation.
when she ends up realising Ben sucks and hanging out with the 'Paris Squad' it's shown that she's much happier. I think my favourite part of this, however, is how close she grows with Sahar.
her breaking up with Ben was my FAVOURITE thing she's ever done it was such a good scene. it also shows how much she's grown as a person to be able to recognise she really does deserve better and needs to turn her focus back on herself.
her and Sahar help me circle back to when I said she parallels Nick because the situation is a bit similar. she and Sahar start off as friends. she believed Sahar was straight, and when she said so and Sahar got upset, you can see the confusion and panic on her face because she really does feel guilty for assuming and feeling like she's hurt Sahar, and it's shown that she follows her offscreen (showing she HAS been working on herself, btw). it's after that initial realisation that she starts looking at Sahar a bit differently.
the biggest one though is when she sees Sahar on stage (sort of like Nick with Charlie and his drums in the orchestra) and the bi flag coloured lights flash across her.
I think it just parallels nicely with Nick and Charlie's relationship because of the similarities (l cba to list them) in how their relationship began and how her's and Sahar's MIGHT begin (if we get a season 3 and thats a storyline Alice wants to pick up)
overall I think she and Nick are very similar (she also is very golden retriever ish) and she's such a good character and I'm glad she's in the show. she creates conflict (like the date in season 1 and Nick being anxious about telling her in season 2) but not so much that she can't be redeemed or loved as a person/character.
also!! I love that she did the ally to (potentially) queer person pipeline because that's a very realistic queer experience and it brings me a lot of joy to see that depicted onscreen.
dunno I've rambled enough and this honestly probably doesn't make much sense considering I've not slept but I hope you enjoyed this 🫶
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