#oh yeah my pearl plushie is with me too. say hi

[loud-whistling-yes]

Hi. This is my offering for the mechanisms fandom. I come in peace.

Also music notes under the cut

[san8ny]

Clerks ‘n Cunts

an: what if the guns n roses band name was uhh freaky and involved vaginas and gas station workers, how scary would that be.. / a draft i scrapped

Ellie Williams.

This was a bad idea.

Lewdly agreeing to hook up with the gas station clerk because you couldn’t pay for gas— genuine hoe shit.

You scruff out a few profanities as you climb over the counter, the lanky woman eyeing your short-shorts as you do so, smiling like this was the highlight of her shitty job

“Don’t give me that look, i’m not the one with an empty tank.” She snickers, calloused hand already finding itself sliding into your tresses as you kneel, “Now, be a good girl and open wide, yeah? I’ve had a rough da—aay..” Her words trail off, head tilted back in a breathy gasp when your wet tongue meets contact with her plushy lips, swollen clit hidden underneath like it’s asking you to come find it.

That’s one way to shut her up

You could tell with the mouth on her, she got no play. Just all bark, and no bite in return

“O-oh, ah! ah! ah..shiiiit..” Ellie whines as she rocks her groin onto your lips, her body at one point slumping forward, planting her hands flat on the counter as you suck, no—eat her soul out. How did this feel so good?

You didn’t let up on your assult either, wanting to make every second of this moment good for you.

To further the humiliation she’d unknowingly inflicted herself upon, the front door swings open, a customer.

A scruffy old man with a beer belly walks in, grease stains on his wifebeater as he throws a wad of cash onto the counter, “Pump 7, toots.”

Ellie’s eyes scrunch together as she tries to verbalize a quick-witted insult, instead, a meek moan quivering out when you begin tongue-fucking her, nose prodding up at her clit as you take more of her pussy into your inviting mouth,

The man looks confused, not understanding just what was happening due to the front counter’s concealment of where you kneeled

“A-allergies.” She mutters, taking the cash and pathetically counting it. Her legs were threatening to give out at this point from how much cum and spit were running down her inner-thighs. She wonders if he could hear your slurps?

Viscerally fed-up with her snail-like speed, he makes his way to the door and just leaves without the change.

Maybe she’d employ that method from now on?

“F-fuck, baby, i’m gonna cum..” She noises, looking down at you, beautiful face all wet and your cheeks hollowed out each time you apply suction to Ellie’s pearl, “Ahh..all in your mouth too? Hm? Give you a run f-oor your money?”

You nod, pulling your lips from her cunt and rubbing your pretty painted nails over the sopping mess, “Give it to me? Just really want my car to run..” You say, eyes tearing up from the pull she had on your hair, “Might let you finish on me too..”

Ellie doesn’t spare another moment, shoving you away and pulling down your top, “If i finish, I ‘wanna finish on your rack.” She heaves, slithering a hand down and beginning to draw figure 8’s on her cunt, all while you sit there with a smile on your slutty face, “U-uhnnn, so closeee.. ‘cmere doll..”

You press your soft breasts together, tilting your head up to watch the nasty scene as Ellie uses your tits to get off, perky nipples rubbing up on her slicked pussy giving just enough of a sensation she spurts cream all over them, fluids splashing on the cold marble floor and some on your face.

After a beat of silence and her slow breathing, you run a finger down your supple cheek and bring it inbetween your lips, “Pump 3, toots.”

Safe to say you left with some snacks, a filled tank and a phone number.

[fleursbending]

THE TAILS OF TSU'TEY AND TONOWARI. | 18+

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : do you see that pun ?? isn't it so funny ?? ^^ hahahahaahahahahahha.. okay here u go whores have sum headcanons 🙏🏼‼️‼️ (i was gonna link the jake sully one but i think everyone and their mom has seen it). this filthy asf i did not hold back. my mind ran and fell out of my ass. edit / ok the bullet points were glitching out for wari but i'm hoping it is okay now!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : MDNI, nsfw, UHMM seggsy times with blue big ass aliens idrk what else to say ?!?!? choking, overstim, brief degrading, mention of somnophilia & oral (f! receiving).

✰ 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐈 :

wari knew you were drawn to his tail, for a differing amount of reasons. one of them being that it made you feel really good

and he'd be so consumed by making you feel good, because you're his girl. your pleasure tops everything for him

like his tail is so thick in and the width of it is so girthy lord

"take it like the good girl you are." he'd say as he forces you beneath him and lets his tail gravitate up your leg to where you need him most

i just see his tail acting before he can even fully think of what he was about to do

whether it is in his possessive nature, or just watching out for you

he'd totally use the width and thickness of it to his advantage come on. probably would let it lay in between your plushy thighs and press it against your throbbing clit.

"ahh" he'd say, as he would spit in your mouth - making you swallow it as you grind down on his tail.

I'm not sure how sensitive the metkayinas tails would be considering how different they've adapted to their surroundings, but i'd like to think

if you were to tug on it, it'd still elicit a deep guttural grown from tonowari

he'd fist your hair and smash your lips against his, nibbling at your bottom lip

"yeah? is all of this mine?" he'd growl, hands groping your ass and squeezing it.

wari would whisper such filth to you as his lips hover right over yours, basking in your whines and moans that waver in differing octaves.

"what's wrong, sweetheart? can't take anymore? why? oh...-" he'd let out a low chuckle. "is that it? i don't care. keep going."

his tail would be like. undeniably smooth.. so imagine thigh riding but switch thigh with tail lol!

some of y'all gonna be like wtf!! but dont lie to me ik some of u guys are eating that concept up

like him gripping your hips and pulling you up and down, other hand trailing down to press his thumb on the pearl of your clit and gently just rubs

or when you've made him fucking angry he'd use his tail as some sort of fuck toy until your legs are too sore to keep going.

like he'd give you such a condescending glare, "what? you're spent? when did i tell you to stop?"

tonowari is a beefy man, and with all that strength lordddd you're all gonna be going at it for quite some time !!

like ik for a fact he'd make you use his tail to get off until you reach the point of pure exhaustion

he'd let out a booming laugh, making you comfortable as he just towers over you

"guess it's my turn now"

and his cock would just be so ready for your cunt

and he'd coo at you as you let out something akin to a scream and a cry as your poor lil hole is finally filled with himmm and his balls would just smack at your skin lorddd

there'd be instances where you'd go on midnight swims and his tail would just curve into your waist pushing you closer to his proximity.

he'd have a wolfish grin as your chest presses into this, hands palming at every inch of your skin.

and as things get more heated, more desperate. you'd begin to tug him back to shore, to head to your shared mauri.

but he'd insist with a shake of his head, grasping below your thighs and wrapping them around his waist.

his head would dip down then, hovering over your ear. his breath making the hairs on the back of your head stand.

"how about i just take you here?" like! ok yes pls-

i can just imagine his tail sometimes pushing the ends of your hair back so he could have access to your chest, kissing you everywhere.

like not to deter but tonowari is such a boobs guy like he'd fr suck on your nipples while bucking into you real deep.

mans has such a high sexdrive like, he's going to crave you constantly. especially if he didn't have a successful hunt, or people in the clan are way to up his ass that day.

either he'd fuck you into oblivion, or just sit back and let you use him however you wish.

his tail swishes ever so slightly at the mere thought of you, that's the affect you have on him.

he doesn't know if it's possible but the next thing on his kink list is to definitely somehow choke you with his tail as he fucks you.

you'll have more than enough time together alone, (especially on your night escapades) for him to really test those, so be ready

✰ 𝐓𝐒𝐔'𝐓𝐄𝐘 :

let me just say. he'd be gripping your throat as his lips are so precise with the way they kiss yours in that very moment

and you wouldn't acknowledge it at first as he leans in closer to you. not even realising his tail that trails up your leg

but then it would tug at your loin cloth. once to check how tightly it is on. two to check the waters. 3 to rip it right off of you.

and you'd gasp in shock as the cool air hits your already wet pussy

tilting his head, a coy smirk graced his lips as his forefinger ever so softly dragged through your folds

"ah, what have i done to already make you this wet. do tell."

your hips would jolt then, desperate for more friction, for him to fill you up

the smirk would drop, tsking at you as one of his large hands would push down on your lower tummy to keep you settled

you'd take a deep inhale of breath, both your eyes following the tail that once again trailed up your leg

this time it'd wrap itself around your breasts, squeezing. it was pure erotic, back arching and everything.

the smoothness and how sleek it was, the way it pressed down on your chest - had your eyes closing in pure utter ecstasy

"that's right, use it like it's my cock. there you go, baby. yes." he'd urge you when you are having sex

he'd be very watchful of your reactions, solely just wanting to please you and make you feel good

like can you imagine at a bonfire one night, tsu'tey had gone off to get your food

you're just happily waiting for him when suddenly another man from the clan approaches, trying to seduce you to follow him to the forest

you'd respectfully declined, knowing that of his true intentions behind his words - but he wasn't seeming to go without staking a claim on you

did he live under a rock? oh no tsu-tey

tsu'teys hands are preoccupied, anger making his posture stiffen ever so more as he quickened his pace over to you

"i am taken, i have a mate. please leave before he-"

he makes himself known from behind you, balacing the food on his hands as he uses his tail to smack the wrist of the mans hand that was trying to make its way to your face

"you heard her, leave. before i take out all your teeth and beat you to-"

"tsu'tey!" you'd hiss, arms wrapping around his waist.

he'd snap out of it, glowering at the pathetic excuse of a man as he scampered off.

your cheeks flush as you realised his tail now seemed to wrap itself right above your loin cloth - an action he'd do unintentionally when feeling possessive

after your meal,, let's just say he was still starving for some more

the way he'd restrict your hand by his tail, or how the swishing motion of it would tenderly linger on your legs when he'd devour your pussy

"shhh, don't want the rest of the hunting party to you hear you. unless you do?" he'd say as he had you against a tree and completely having his way with you

i can see his tail having a mind of its own while he's asleep sometimes,, like he'd be having quite a vivid dream of you

and suddenly his tail would just be pressed against you, in a tired haze you'd try to ignore the pressure

but with tsu'tey spooning you and now unintentionally rutting against you, his tail seems to be growing in sensitivity as it curls against you

the feeling of the fur at the end of it brushing your upper thighs is what would finally jolt you awake

i can just imagine his tail trailing down the dip in your spine as you ride him, or the best part

when you'd surprise him by tugging on it

it'd happen at those times where its your turn to take control during your nighttime charades,, yk y'all like to switch it up

just a lil tug is all it takes sometimes

he'd harshly bite down on his bottom lip, "y'n" he'd let out in a low growl that makes you clench and squeeze down on his cock even more

eyes rolling to the back of his head, jaw and thighs clenching in sheer pleasure as the feeling of it equates to that of him teetering over the age of bustin

he'd definitely use his tail to choke you out when you're about to cum

i just feel like tails can do so much more than depict the emotions he is feeling at that very moment

he'd honestly use it however way you wish for him too as long as you're fine with it and it makes you feel good

like him fucking you from behind as his hands grip at your ass and his tail wraps around your hair and tug on it...??? damnnn

𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

⤷ feedback and reblogs are always much appreciated ! feel free to ask through my inbox if you would like to join my nsfw taglist. ♡

also i am sorry if this is bad </3 she was written at like 3am last night!

[stray-kids-react]

Spring Showers & Autumn Breezes

Pairing - Felix x Noona Reader (By a year)

Genre - Fluff, Smut, Friends to lovers.

Warnings - Suggestive Dialogue, Virgin reader, Slight spit kink, Mostly vanilla, Female receiving oral, Soft Dom Lix, I got hella carried away.

Masterlist

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6 months ago

You were always a perfect student who never had time to focus on making friends or hanging out with people after school. You always had your nose in a book thanks to the constant orders to only focus on studying by your parents.

You graduated early and inherited your father's business, becoming one of the youngest business owners in Korea. This intimidated many people, some of your customers and employers not even being able to look you in the eyes.

But one day when you took over as cash due to an emergency a pregnant employee had. The song God's menu played across the speakers in your store, you enjoyed Stray Kids' music it made you feel free and not have to build up any walls.

You were bouncing along to the Chorus in your 6 inch heels, restocking the bottles of perfume behind the counter.

"Excuse me?" A familiar deep voice called, the freckled idol smiled at you once you turned around.

It was Lee Felix from Stray Kids, holding two of your personal favorite colognes in his hands. They were your favorite ever since your father first let you sample them when you were thirteen. They weren't strong and one smelled like a cool autumn breeze while the other smelled like spring showers.

"Just the two?" You asked, bagging them gently in a paper bag.

You hoped that the idol didn't notice your awkward and stiff dancing as you stocked the shelf behind you. But the soft smile that stayed on his lips said otherwise.

"Aren't you the owner of this business?" He asked, looking at your name tag which was the only one with a last name...the same last name that matched the businesses.

"Yeah, I inherited it from my father. I'm covering for a cashier at the moment. But I don't mind, it's rarely ever busy in here." You answered, adjusting the already tight ponytail you've kept up for the whole day.

"This store is actually one of my favorites. I love the plushie selection here, they are all relatively cheap." Felix

You softly chuckled at his love for the child like items, secretly knowing that he had a love for plushies. Felix was your bias, his sunshine like and free spirit personality always caught your attention. You knew it was due to the fact that you were the complete opposite of him.

"My personal favorite is the No Face plush we have on the top shelf." You reveal, catching his bright gaze.

He shyly grinned at your gaze, almost as if he was waiting for you to finally open up a bit and relax. Felix has visited the store many times, only seeing you come out of your office once or twice... And each time you had a cold expression and had this unapproachable wall built around you.

"Would you like your receipt with it?" You asked, slowly beginning to crawl back into your shell.

"No, but I would like to see you more often." Felix murmured, sliding you a piece of paper with his number scribbled on with a pink pen.

Before you could even reply, the bright younger idol already had a foot out of the door. You had just gotten your biases number... What the hell were you going to do or say if you even called or texted him.

Two months ago

"Lee Felix, is that my coat?" You question, a serious gaze in your eyes as you crossed your arms.

"I'm sorry Noona... It's just so comfy." He whines, tucking his cold hands into the pockets of your VERY expensive coat.

Ever since Felix has been beginning to visit you, he always seems to either steal your clothes or your snacks. You weren't too fond of his new habits and wanted your clothes returned since you barely had any left in your closet.

"Okay okay okay... You can have the coat but you must return my Hello Kitty hoodie tomorrow." You demanded, ruffling his chocolate brown locks.

He rested his head on your lap as you sat down next to him, his arms latched around your waist as he snuggled in closer. You weren't used to affection at all, the closest thing you got to it throughout your life was a pat on the back and a high five.

"You're such a pain sometimes." You sigh, cautiously raking through his hair which caused him to smile.

"Two things, you wouldn't invite me over if I was such a pain. And how am I a pain if I just cuddle you the whole time and chat." He countered, a sly glimmer brushing over his tapioca pearl eyes.

"You steal my stuff all the time." You explain, pointing at your coat which he was currently wrapped in.

"I don't steal everything."

"Name five things."

"Fine, your cat."

"You have joked about stealing him."

"Your food."

"You do all the time Lix."

"....... Oh! I've got one! Ha!"

"Fine, tell me then... I'm sure you're wrong."

"Your sex toys."

You gasped out loud, slapping his arms countless times as he laughed by how red your face turned. He never told you knowing you'd get embarrassed, but he found your bucket of toys last time he visited when he was searching for your extra fluffy blanket to take a cat nap in.

"How many did you see?" You asked, your tone much softer and bordering on shy sounding.

"Enough to know that you're a sub who has a lot of kinks." He teased, winking playfully as he was adoring you bashful state.

Felix found himself admiring your bashful state a bit too much, almost finding it cute by how blushy you were from the topic. He felt an urge to kiss your flaming cheeks, but held back not knowing if you'd take his feelings too well.

"I'll let you keep the Hello Kitty sweater if you never mention my sex toys again." You reason, slightly taken aback when you realize how long he's been staring at you.

Felix nodded, feeling slightly bad for making you so shy. But he made up for his teasing with a soft yet tight hug, still smelling of the cologne he bought when you first met. This time it was just the autumn breeze, which brought you a wave of comfort you weren't used to and never felt before.

1 week ago

You've found yourself admiring everything Felix did, to the way he pouted playfully when you rejected a hug or to the way his tone changed when you were feeling down. Everything about this man made your heart go into a frenzy, and you had no idea anyone was capable of doing this.

You've grown attached to Felix and feel lonely when he isn't with you, you've even considered asking him to move in with you.

"Hello? Earth to y/n." Felix commented, breaking you out of your lovesick gaze.

"Sorry, I'm just really tired from work." You half ways lied, truthfully tired but secretly just admiring the natural beauty of your close friend.

He smiled softly, brushing away some of the loose strands of hair that covered your face. His hands were always so warm and gentle, acting as if your were made of glass that could shatter at any moment. Any time he touched you it either warmed your heart or created a small pool in your panties.

"Why don't I tuck you into bed, and we can watch something till you fall asleep." Felix reassured, a hushed voice but the deepness still present during certain words.

You were in an oversized shirt with small lacy panties, Felix admired your beauty but didn't see it as sexual tension or sexual period. He just found you gorgeous no matter what you did or what you wore. And has even felt sexual tension with you more than once, but that was a different time and place than it was at the moment.

You didn't need to watch anything to fall asleep with Felix wrapped behind you. His voice alone was enough for you to completely destress and feel the hard work you've been doing finally catch up to you.

You were passed out asleep so you didn't notice Felix placing fluttering kisses all over your cheeks before he fell asleep wrapped around you. His head completely nuzzle into the crook of your neck, every hot breath he let out fanned onto your skin.

You woke up the next morning cold, not realizing you were missing a warm presence you never knew was even there. The moment you opened your eyes you were met with a warm dish of pancakes and a small note

'I had to leave for work but I didn't have the heart to wake you up. Enjoy the food - Felix.'

You giggled into the pillow next to you, fully aware that you were head over heels for the younger Aussie. You never thought you'd be attracted to someone younger until you met him, but you didn't mind since it was only by a year. You smushed your blushing face into his pillow, taking in the scent of the spring breeze cologne.

Now

It was hot outside, so much so that you thought you were going to melt into the couch. You didn't think Felix would be home until tomorrow when it was supposed to be cooler outside, so you stayed in your underwear and bra while sitting in front of the fan. Your hair and body were soaked from the cold shower you just took, and you knew if he walked in it would look rather... Sensual.

"Y/n, I know I'm home early but I brought cak-" Felix exclaimed, stopping mid sentence once he saw you and nearly dropped the cake.

You would've covered yourself with a blanket if it weren't for the fact that all of them were in a basket in your room since it was so warm out. You weren't in any lingerie or anything fancy, just a pink bra and cute heart panties. Which somehow made it worse for Felix.

"Why do you always do this?" Felix sighed rushing to the kitchen to place the cake in the fridge.

You were confused as to what you did, knowing you rarely ever show skin on purpose unless it comes to a situation like this where you would pass out from the heat if you wore something too thick. So you followed Felix to the kitchen, not really caring that you still had bare minimum on.

"What do I do?" You ask, your tone was serious but on the inside you were worried you annoyed the man you secretly adored.

"You tease me." He retorted, still confusing you since you again... Never purposely do.

"What do yo-"

"Y/n, you're in your underwear with wet hair and still slightly wet skin while sitting on the couch squirming in front of the fan. And yesterday you bent over me so your chest was literally in my face when you were reaching for a book you wanted to read. I like you a lot... And it takes every ounce of sanity in me to not take you right then and there. And when you cuddle into me during movie nights, or call me Lixie, or laugh at the lamest joke that no else is laughing at, or the way you scrunch your nose when you are annoyed... It makes me want to call you mine and I just want to kiss every inch of you and dose you in love. And it's hard when I truly don't know if you feel the same. "

"Lix I-"

"And you are so damn hard to read, one day you're all over me and the next you barely even give me a glance. And plus you probably don't want to date someone who's younger than you, your friends have even told me that and listed the men you have been with... Which have all been older than you. "

"Felix-"

"But it's hard to stay silent and act like I don't see you as a goddess who I want to be with and be called her boyfriend. Especially when you always wear strawberry chapstick and apply it to your already soft lips. And when you let out a sigh and completely let go whenever I hug you. Or how you can never sleep without holding onto something so you've gotten used to holding me, Instead of your stuffed No Face plushie that I bought you the day after I first met you.

"Yongbok-"

"Goddammit I love you, I love you so much and if I'm being honest I don't know if I can keep pretending like I'm alright just being you're friend or-"

Before he passes out from ranting so much you shut him up in a very satisfying way. You kissed the lips you've been craving for the past six months, and they felt better meshing with yours than you ever imagined. His hands were shaking for all of the built up emotions he just let out seconds ago, but you didn't stop kissing him until he got to calm down and realize you loved him too.

"Lixie, I love you too. And I would love to be your girlfriend." You murmured in a hushed tone, only inches away from his face as you both were still holding onto each other.

His eyes flickered down to your lips, a small playful glint sparkling in them when they reconnected once more. But a new wave a confidence was in this kiss, he cornered you against the counter as he began to nibble on your lip.

You've been with many guys before, but none of them have ever seen you naked or had sex with you. The farthest you have gone with someone was with your ex boyfriend Jaebum, who was your first makeout session and taught you how to use your tongue like a professional porn star.

Felix began leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw line and neck, only stopping to suck and bite on sensitive spots of your flesh. Painting purple and red marks along your neck and collarbone. Just as his lips were diving into the valley of your breasts, he stopped himself and looked up at you.

"Are you okay with this. Because we can stop at anytime." He reassured, brushing away the wet pieces of hair that stuck to your face.

Everything felt fast and many people would think it was too soon, but you felt so comfortable with Felix and have had feelings for him since you first met. So it felt right, and your heart didn't feel any bit of anxiety when it came to letting Felix take you.

"I'm alright with it, but can we go to the bedroom?" You teased, not wanting your first time to be a serious fifty shades esc time.

He beamed you a kind smiles, lacing his hands with yours as he guided you to your bedroom. Which was lightly messy but still comfortable and tidy enough to not be considered gross. Felix detached from your grip to shut the dark curtains and close the door behind you.

"B-before we continue... Can I tell you something if you promise not to tease me?" You ask, a bit ashamed that your a virgin even though it wasn't uncommon for someone your age who is still considered quite young.

Felix nodded gently, his hands stroking up and down your arms as he waited for you to confess what you were hesitant on telling him.

"I'm a virgin... I haven't even been eaten out before." You sigh, not looking up at his eyes even though he didn't find it lame in the slightest.

"Don't be ashamed of it y/n, it just means I'll have to make it more special." He whispered, his lips pressing soft fluttering kisses to your cheeks as his hands roamed your back.

With that knowledge in mind, Felix rushed to the bathroom to steal the candles and rose petals you always store for your saturday bubble bath routine. He lit two on each bedside table and sprinkled a few rose petals across the bed and pillows.

Felix took your hand as he sat on the edge of the bed, guiding you onto his lap as he grinned at your softly. His tongue peeked out of his lips to wet them, before he pressed them against your once more. This time it still had the same confidence but it was much softer and slower. As if he wanted to take his time with you and make it memorable.

You bit his bottom lips lightly testing the waters to see if you were allowed permission, he groaned as your hips grinded against his growing erection. You didn't even realize what you were doing to him until he pushed your core closer to his clothed cock. The bulge in his jeans grinding against your clothed clit deliciously.

Your tongues were clashing in each other's mouth messily, you would suck on his tongue briefly as his licked striped on the roof of your mouth. You were whispering in the kiss, beginning to rut against him to enhance the euphoric feeling that made your clit begin to throb.

"Do want to feel something even better sweetheart?" He teased, bucking his hips into yours making you fall into him.

Felix flipped you over, stripping away his shirt and jeans. You've never seen him shirtless before, and truly was a heavenly sight with his gorgeous slim yet very toned body and matched with strong dancer thighs. Before he could ask for permission, you sat up slightly, unbuckling your bra and throwing it onto the floor. You both went in for a feverish kiss, both of you groaning and whimpering as you rutted against each other like bitches in heat.

He began to kiss down your neck, reaching the valley of your breasts until his lips hovered over your right nipple. He spit a small drop of saliva onto the erupt bud, before he engulfed it with his lips. Swirling it in circles it his tongue before letting go of it completely with a small pop.

You could feel the wetness in your core begin stain your panties. You moaned airily, running your fingers through his hair as he payed the same attention to your left nipple. He softly grazed his teeth across the very tip of the erect bud only to chuckle softly as let out a desperate moan that went straight to his throbbing bulge.

Felix began kissing his way down your tummy, sometimes switching between giving small kitty licks as he reached closer to where you needed him most. His fingers hooked under the fabric of your panties, pulling them down your legs until you were completely nude in front of him.

Your heart pounded in your chest as the realization that you were about to be eaten out hammered itself in your brain. So many worries slipped into your brain, did you shave enough? What if you smelled? What if you tasted bad? But all of it left when hit tongue first flicked against your clit. All you could see was stars as he sent you into euphoria.

You've never felt such pleasure before, it was almost intimidating by how good it felt. You were on the brink of screaming when he began to sickle on your clit and dark his tongue harsher into it. Small shrieks left your mouth as he lapped your pussy, switching his attention between your leaking hole and throbbing clit. When you were beginning to murmur how close you were, he decided to take the next step and stiff your hole with his fingers. He let them scissor you so that you would eventually get used to the stretch, he sucked on your clit harsher to try and distract you from the stretch of his two fingers.

You got use to his fingers and your loud shrieks of pleasure returned as they began to slowly dark in and out of your leaking hole. The sinful noises of slurping and squelching only making you come closer and closer to your orgasm.

"I-I'm cumm-" You couldn't even finish your seltence before he drove his fingers in and out of you sending you into an intense haze of pure pleasure.

Your legs shook as you came down from your high, Felix pulling you closer to his body as he calmed you down from your first actual orgasm.

"Do you want to stop here?" Felix whispered, stroking his fingers through your hair completely ready to ignore his needs and take care of you.

You shook your head softly, knowing you could take at least one more orgasm before calling the quits. Plus you truly wanted to see the man you've fallen in love with naked, but you would be very bashful if you admitted to it.

"I want to go the full way." You whispered, playing with his boxers causing him to moan rather loudly. Surprising both of you when it it happened.

This just proved how hard he truly was and how thoughtful and gentle he was with you, completely subsiding his own aching needs just to make sure you were okay and got what you wanted.

You pushed him to the bed, smirking confidently as you shimmed his boxers out from under him and threw them to god knows where in the room. Felix was about to protest on you riding him, wanting to take control and make sure your needs are met. But it was too late, since you were already sinking onto him.

The stretch was bearable, it was definitely a feeling that took time to get used to. So you sat there on his lap completely filled to the brim with his dick, Felix sat up wrapping his arms around you and letting you you slump into his body. After a couple of minutes he began to guide you up and down his length slowly.

The pain was beginning to mix with pleasure, before the pleasure completely took over. You began bouncing up and down his shaft with a faster pace, Felix now beginning to fall into your body as the pleasure was catching up to him.

You were so tight and so warm, it was nearly impossible to keep his composure when you felt so good. You were both holding onto each other as you both chased your highs, your hips experimenting by grinding down fully till you were full and swirling them around softly.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he mumbled absolute nonsense. His hand went back to your overstimulated clit, drawing rough circles, making you scream in pleasure as tears brimmed your eyes. Your clenching became tighter and more frequent, you increased the pace until you had to stop from the intense pleasure you were feeling. The the tight clench around him made his chase his high only seconds after.

Felix pulled out before spaying white ribbons onto your thighs. Both of you shaking and sticking together from the sweat you have both created due to the body heat.

Felix laid you back down onto the bed, grabbing a tissue from your nightstand as he ruffled rose petals out of his hair and swiping some off of his shoulder. He softly wiped his mess off of your thighs, and took a different tissue to wipe the rest of the remaining cum that was pooled in your core. He rubbed your legs reassuringly when you twitched at the sudden constant, too stimulated and finding it a bit much.

"Are you tired?" Felix asked, noticing the way you cuddled into your pillow.

You nodded without saying a word, but yet still smiling like an idiot. The thoughts of finally losing your virginity, and losing it to a complete angel of a man who you've been doting on for months. It was all so exciting and you couldn't stop the smile on your face even if it began to hurt your cheeks a tiny bit.

He pulled on a fresh pair of boxers before pulling you up to lift his shirt onto you, his lips leaving a small kiss to the tip of your nose by how cute you looked in his clothes. He cuddled behind you, rubbing shaped onto your tummy as he pressed kisses to your neck, jaw, and cheeks. All of the energy that was drained from you along with the calming presence of your new boyfriend made you fall asleep in an instant.

Felix looked at you one last time before he fell asleep, smiling to himself knowing that you were so special and were going to be the one for him.

[honey-milk-depresso]

Meanie (Azul Ashengrotto x Reader) (2)

Die with me please I need serious help-

My drafts are scaring me-

But ehhh, hope you enjoy!

Part 1, 

Part 2 

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8 (END)

“Hey! Rise and shine Mr Octopus!”

He groaned in annoyance and tiredness. 

“Go away...”

“Hey! You said to come to your room when I wake up!”

“Later..”

“Come on!!”

Azul isn’t an early bird when it comes to the weekend. You knew that, but he promised you.

“Okay fine, listen. Once you wake up, go to Ramshackle with me. I got headmaster’s permission to go explore other shops Twisted Wonderland has! And I’m not talking about Sam’s Shop. I’m talking about huge stores and many market places and stuff-!”

“Okay, okay I will. I’ll be there at 9. It’s 7 in the morning, y/n, not now. Geez..” he grumbled.

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you be. But don’t keep me waiting~”

And you went out.

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“Are you ready?”

“Yes I am.”

You and Azul were in casual clothing as you prepared to go into the mirror.

“You two remember to contact me, I’ll bring you back!”

“Thanks, Headmaster!”

Taking Azul’s hand to which he blush slightly at the sudden contact, you made a running start as you jumped into the portal with him.

“Slow down!”

“Okay, okay!”

You stared in awe. This looked like a real town.

Cobblestone pavements, many boutique shops ranging from bakeries to shoes to blacksmiths. Rose bushes and trees along the road together with the street lamps. Cottages and houses of all different sizes, the town brought about a tranquil presence.

“Woah..”

“Hm. So he brought us the Rose Kingdom.”

“Wait! Rose Kingdom?!”

You took his hand again and started trudging to the stores.

“Hey! What are you-!”

“Let’s find Trey’s family bakery, and other things to buy, too!”

“You’re lucky I brought my wallet...”

“Don’t worry, I’m paying!”

He jerked to a stop, which halted you too.

“Wha-”

“Didn’t you spend on going to the VIP room yesterday?”

“Yeah, and I did pay right?”

“You have enough money left?”

“Well, I mean, enou-”

“Forget it I’ll pay.”

“Wahhhh! Hey, Azul! You don’t have to pay! It’ll make me feel bad!”

“Feel bad then.”

“Meanie!”

He sighed.

“Don’t waste your money, y/n.”

You sighed in defeat. “Alright, alright..”

You walked around the wide variety of stores.

“Ooh! Azul, look!”

He turned around to face you as he walked over to you, your eyes glued to the window of a store.

“Look! Isn’t that pendent pretty?”

There lied a pendent with only one of its bead, the center of attention, a white pearl carved into a spiral shell, a small diamond placed in the very middle of it. It gleamed under the light.

“Yeah, it is.”

“Ooh, how much is it??”

You looked down to see the price label.

“Irk?!- $200?!?!”

You sweat dropped and sulked. Of course something so pretty would be expensive. 

“Never mind... let’s find something else..”

Azul glanced at you and looked back at the pendent.

“Alright.”

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“Wah! Trey’s family is so nice!”

Finally found the bakery, “Clovers’ Bakery”.

His mother knew who you are since being friends with him, Trey talking about you over the phone with his mother. His entire family welcomed you and gave you and Azul a free drink of your choice. You got hot cocoa, while Azul got a hot cup of coffee.

“This coffee’s not bad.”

“I mean, Trey is a good cook on his own. What makes you think his family can’t do better?”

“Not necessarily.”

“Hmmmm. Anyways~”

You gulped down you drink and ate the last piece of your sandwich. 

“You ready to leave?”

Azul sipped his coffee. “Yep.”

“Alright! Bye Mrs and Mr Clover! Take care all of you!”

Azul stared at your huge cheerful grin as you waved goodbye to the Clovers.

Wonder how you’ll react to see his own family.

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“Oh my shit, Azul. Look.”

Azul turned around to see a booth stand, children throwing rings, hoping to get them into the bottles.

“ $2 for 10 rings?? To win an octopus plushie??? That’s like 10 times more than that pendent.”

“100 times.”

“I’m lazy to math, it’s the frickin’ weekend.”

“It’s basic math, y/n.”

“Come on let’s go!”

You dragged him to the booth as the vendor smiled at you both.

“Hmm? Oh my! What a cute couple I see here!”

You and Azul blushed in embarrassment. “Oh, we’re just friends!”

The vendor sighed. “Aw. You’d two would be great together though. Ah well. 10 tries?”

“Yep!”

Azul paid the vendor as she passed him the rings. “Good luck!”

Tossing and tossing, you landed at least 4 rings. But... you only had one left.

“Hmmm I’m scared... One more ring in the get the plushie, but if I didn’t..”

“Don’t stress it, y/n. 10 rings for $2, remember. I can pay for another round.”

“Didn’t you always say never waste a cent.”

That’s true, he’s always been cost conscious, but....

“I won’t charge you or ask you to pay me back, okay?”

“Hmmm, alright! But eh, I don’t want to waste my luck here. And I don’t want to restart so....” you passed him the ring. “I put my faith in you soldier,” while playfully saluting. 

“Oh shush. And you don’t have to rely on luck.”

Azul closed one eye, concentrating. You held your breath as he planned.

Finally, after some meticulous calculation and planning he threw the ring.

It landed.

“YES, AZUL YOU DID IT!”

“DON’T HUG ME LIKE WE WON SOME MARATHON!”

“BUT WE DID!”

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“Hey, y/n, give me a moment, I want to get something from a store I saw was interesting.”

“Alright! I’ll wait for you here!”

He got up from the bench he was sitting, leaving you alone.

You looked up to the sky as you licked your ice cream he bought for you in one hand, and another to clutch your octopus plushie.

Honestly, it felt kind of embarrassing to be spoiled by your best friend. Well, at least you thought he was your best friend, you hoped he felt the same way too.

You also felt a bit guilty he’s spending money on you and all you do is drag him to other places. But... you wanted to spend the most amount of time with him and all your other friends as... well... you were going to die. 

With a severe Huntington’s disease, you couldn’t think straight. The doctors in your world and twisted wonderland had been doing their very best to make sure they could manage your condition. You’re afraid that in two weeks time, you wouldn’t be able to walk, because you would forget how to.

 You were scared to tell your friends, especially Azul. You wanted to, but deep down you felt like death would really do each others friendship apart. You couldn’t tell him directly that you have problems remembering and doing simple math sums worse than Deuce.

You hated your incurable disease, but you learn to live with it and find joy in every thing in life the best you could.

The staff of NRC knew this, excusing you from gym classes, giving you extra help on homework, exempting you from examinations. You honestly felt like an oddball most of the time and just wanted to live a normal school life.

You stared at your plushie. What if you forget how to feel too? You don’t want to lose your romantic feelings towards the octopus.

“Y/n.”

“Hmm? Oh Azul!”

“Here .”

He handed you a box and opened it. You gasped.

It was the same pendent you saw early in the morning.

“I- Azul, you didn’t have to buy it!!!”

“Well, I’d be seeing you sulking all the time, would I? And I’ll look like a terrible friend.”

You rolled your eyes and smile.

“Whatever. Thanks a lot though!”

He smiled. 

“Your welcome.”

For now, you wanted to cherish the moments you spent with him.

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Part 3 anyone???

Or just me trying to get rid of many drafts as possible-

[captainillogical]

Home Ch.3

The domesticity of living with an alien who hasn’t quite had the chance at a normal life.

Distant Lands sequel.

Spinel/Reader

collab with my lovely wife @firstofficertightpants​

Chapter Rating: Explicit

A/N: I’m sorry about the previous version guys, wasn’t my intention to write it that way, and thanks for all the feedback. Changed some things, added another thousand or so words, and re-wrote some dialogue. Thank you Star for all your help p:

This chapter is NSFW. I’m pretty sure one of the people that sent me shit was a minor, so I’d like to say this again, ya’ll. No minors.

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"Why do 'ya seem a little out of breath? You run up the stairs?" Your girlfriend asks, raising an eyebrow.

"No reason," You lie, she doesn't need to know of whatever that was. It was probably nothing, anyway. You're just paranoid. "Met another human that lives a few floors down from us though."

"Another human lives here? Huh," She answers, interested. She's got half your boxes open, and has already stacked most of the books inside your bookcase in the living room. It's.. it's stacked like a fire hazard. You don't know what you were expecting. "Bismuth did say that more humans were starting to live in this area. Was he nice?"

"Yeah, he did ask me a lot of questions about you though."

She gives you a particular look. "Why'd he ask about me.."

"I might've mentioned I was living with my girlfriend." You say sheepishly.

"Aw jeez," She groans, wiping her face a bit dramatically with her gloved hand. 

"Am I supposed to keep quiet about it?"

"No! No. I just haven't had the chance to tell any of our neighbors about it yet." She replies guiltily. She pushes a twintail over her shoulder, getting it out of the way as she digs into an open box.

"Spinel!" You hiss out.

"What! I've been busy!" She wails. "And also, two of the quartzes on this floor are such huge gossips that I've maybe avoided the conversation with them! They've pried SO much already about my past and it's kinda 'irritatin. I know once they figure out that you're livin' with me, they're gonna bombard me with even more questions."

"Ugh, okay, you get a pass today."

"Today," She repeats, deadpan. "I should get a pass whenever."

"Nah, you're not special enough." You chuckle, grabbing some of your books to restack them into something actually resembling a bookcase.

"I am to you," She pouts a little, which is really endearing. 

"Ehhhhhhh," You start, sarcastically, until you feel a pinch on your ass and you cut off mid sentence to yelp. You whip your head around to glare at your girlfriend. "Spinel!"

"Deserved it." She grins, peering at you from the side. You contemplate throwing a book at her, but your stomach rumbles instead.

"Can you finish opening all of these boxes? I'm gonna make myself some food real quick," You say, finishing restacking that one shelf and walking into the kitchen. "I wanna be completely unpacked tonight if possible. I hate moving for this reason."

You hear her make an offended noise from the living room. "Was how I stacked these not good enough for you?!"

"I hate to break this to you, but like," You pause to open your fridge, rifling through what you bought earlier. "Pretty sure they were one bump away from being all over the floor."

"Looked fine to me."

"Have you ever had to organize anything, ever?" You take the ingredients out to make a sandwich, plopping the contents on the counter.

"..I think I'm more of the fun type, personally." She answers, and you hear her toss an empty box off to the side. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, and opt to ignore it for a little bit while you feed yourself.

"Yeah? You think so?" You snicker, adding an extra slice of cheese to your ham sandwich. "I thought you were more of the 'village idiot' type."

She sputters, and you walk out of the kitchen with your sandwich in hand to see her glaring at you non-threateningly. "That's more of a you type."

"No way! You don't even have any proof." You take a bite out of your food in hand, watching her pull out some of your cute plushies that Steven has gifted you over the years. Sandwich is a bit dry.. shoulda put on more mayo. Oh well.

"Are 'ya fuckin' kidding me?" She stares at you, deadpan. Her left eye is twitching. "Why don't we revisit everything that happened on Golgotha? Hmmmmm?" 

"Okay that's not completely fair," You take another bite, and chew it thoughtfully. "It's not like I asked for that to happen to me. It was all self preservation. Besides, it's not like you made it easy."

She opens her mouth to retort with something just as an arm comes out of your hair - she screams, making you drop your sandwich.

"W-WHAT IS THAT!?"

You grab the arm, and yank Steven out of the portal he's created through your hair. He tumbles to the floor, groaning and rubbing his butt.

"You could just, like, I don't know, knock?!" You hiss out at him, patting the side of your head. That was.. uh. That felt weird.

"Maybe you should read your texts sometime!" He groans, flopping on the floor, arms out. "My poor back.."

"My fucking sandwich," You sigh, feeling sad for what could've been your life had you been able to eat the rest of it. "You owe me another one."

"I'll make you twenty if you help me not embarrass myself in front of Connie's mom again." 

"Deal." You grab his hand, helping lift him off the floor, and throw the rest of your destroyed sandwich into the garbage bin.

"Am I 'gonna get an explanation for that or are we ignoring it." Spinel says as she stares at the two of you like you've each grown another head. 

"Oh, he can just do that now that he pink’d me.” You answer quite bluntly, and Steven opens his mouth in offense.

“Don’t call it that! But she’s technically right.” He gives you a tired look, and it makes you feel a little gleeful that you can still get this kind of reaction out of him whenever you want. “I can do it with Lars too, but he’s taken to threatening me whenever I do it now.”

“You interrupt him in the bathroom again?” You grin at him, and his cheeks color slightly.

“No!” He says all too quickly. 

“Wait,” Spinel lowers her eyes to you, getting a strange expression on her face. She walks closer to you. “He can do that just whenever?” 

“Yeah, I mean, I’m sure he’ll ask beforehand, but yes,” You reply to her, watching as she lifts a hand to your head. “What’re you-”

“-does that mean I can?” She jabs the side of your head with her gloved hand without waiting for an answer - you slap her hand away as Steven laughs.

“No,” You sigh, Spinel only looking a little put out. “Steven’s the only gem who can. That would be a nightmare otherwise.”

“Anyway, I also came over to give you an update.” Steven clears his throat.

“For what?” You ask, now concerned. “Couldn’t you have just texted?”

“What, so you can just not look at it or text me back?” He shoots a pointed look at you, and you only feel a little bit guilty. “No, I needed to change your schedule specifically to fit around two others, so your first lesson got moved up to a bigger slot. It’s tomorrow. I’m sorry for the short notice.”

You stare at him, unsure of what to say.

“If you’re not ready, I can have Pearl take over for the time being-”

“-No! No. It’s fine, I just needed to mentally adjust to it.” You shake your head vigorously, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. You feel the anxiety swirling in your gut, but you manage to push most of it down for now. “I’m basically done with all my prep for it, anyway.”

“Only if you’re sure, Y/N.” He looks at you like he’s waiting for your face to betray you of something, but you ignore it. “Because you can talk to me if you’re-”

“It’s fine, Steven.” You cut him off. “You worry too much. Besides, you’ve got bigger things on your plate. Y’know, like Mrs. Maheswaran’s divine judgement.”

“Ugggggghhh, thanks for the reminder.” He wipes his hand down his face dramatically. “She wants me to come over for dinner this weekend so she can talk to the two of us about something. I’m not even sure what.”

“Buddy, you know she’s gonna grill you about your future.” You reply, and peer into the open box to the left of you. It’s full of kitchen supplies.

“That’s guaranteed.” He sighs, grabbing some of the items from you and putting them away. Of course he’s helping without any kind of prompt. “I don’t mind it, but I’d like a single dinner with them where I’m not feeling like I’m putting on some kind of performance.”

Your anxiety is still at the forefront of your mind.

“It can’t be that bad.” Spinel turns to him, breaking down the empty box in her hand. 

“You’ve never met Mrs. Maheswaran.” He retorts, placing your tea infusers into the silverware drawer and shutting it with a clank. “You have no idea what it feels like to talk to her. Sure she’s nice, but it’s like she’s always watching you under a little microscope..”

Spinel gives him some kind of snide response and snickers, and you hear Steven chuckle and holler out something in reply to that - but you had somehow tuned out the words as you opened the box to your bathroom supplies. 

“Give me a few, I’m gonna put all these away real quick,” You manage to say to them before ducking into the bathroom, neither of them seeming to notice your brief change in mood as you leave the door three-quarters closed.

You can still hear them making jabs at each other while Steven talks to Spinel about all the pressure Connie’s mom has put him under the last few years, and you set your box down on the toilet.

Uggghhh, okay. You can deal with this. You have no idea why something as simple as moving a lesson up two days is fucking you up this much, but you’re gonna have to deal with it anyway. Why the fuck are you so nervous? You’ve dealt with worse. You have your lessons ready - they’re basic things anyway. It’s easy. Sure, there’s a big crowd for attendance which is a little unheard of, but maybe more gems want to befriend and understand humans than you had previously considered.

You grab your box of hair ties and scrunchies, and shove them under the sink. You don’t need extras right now. You can still feel the anxiety there, under your skin. You pick up your blow dryer and straightener, placing those down as well. Why did Steven seem like he was expecting you to back out?

Does he think you’re incapable of handling this? Is this some kind of test?

You pull out your phone to text Amethyst.

[21:42] Y/N: Quick question.

[21:42] Y/N: You think I’m capable of teaching those classes?

You set your phone down after hitting send, and grab all your soaps to put away as you wait for a reply. Spinel’s voice rings out from the living room, and you focus on the sound of it for the time being. You reach into the box again, and pull out all your hair dye supplies from a while ago.

Huh. 

You turn the container of bleach around in your hand.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, and try not to wince at the reflection. You probably couldn’t.. right? You don’t think that your hair would take any kind of bleach or dye now. The utter irony is that you’ve experimented with every single other color for your hair before this, claiming you would never try pink to Steven.. and now it’s.. permanent. 

Your phone buzzes on the counter. You pick it up.

[21:44] Amethyst: uhh.. yeah?

[21:44] Amethyst: the fuck you asking for?

Okay, well. Now you just seem paranoid.

[21:44] Y/N: No reason..

Your fingers are hovering over the keyboard, and as you’re figuring out what to continue to type, she shoots a text back nearly instantly.

[21:45] Amethyst: :/

You put your phone back into your pocket. You don’t really feel like asking what that face is for, because you think you know the answer.

You finish putting away the remnants of what was left in the box, and walk back out into the living room where Steven and Spinel are now talking about how he met Connie. You throw your empty box off to the side, and look at all the stuff you have left to unpack on the floor. It’s not much left, you’re well over two-thirds done at this point, and ohhhhhhhhhhh you forgot about your laundry.

You let the other two know that you’ll be back in a few - Spinel shoots you a look that you ignore, and you head downstairs.

Your mind wanders nervously the entire way down, and the laundry room is empty when you arrive to get your clothes. Amethyst texts you again, asking you if you're okay, and you shoot her a quick 'yup just peachy'. You get your dry clothes, placing them into your hamper, and you scurry back to your floor to avoid any weird confrontations.

When you get back inside, you manage to catch the tail end of a quiet mutter from Steven to Spinel before he quickly runs his sentence into something else, and at an increased volume to avoid suspicion. You opt to pretend you didn't notice, and you easily slide back into the conversation as the three of you finish what you had set out tonight to accomplish.

Steven ends up leaving the normal way after you and him have a heavy discussion laying on your living room floor about his dinner problem, and he gives you an especially hard hug after letting you know he'll drop by after your lesson tomorrow to see how it goes with lunch that he now owes you.

The door in front of you closes with a click, and you lock it for the night. Not that you're expecting anyone to barge in, but force of habit. 

You're weirdly mentally exhausted. 

"I think I'm gonna take a shower. I feel kinda gross." Is what you hear coming out of your mouth, and you move to grab fresh laundry out of your pile that you left on the couch.

“I’m gonna try to finally figure out how to work this TV, then.” She replies, and you make your way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

You place your clean clothes on the toilet lid as you turn the shower on, letting the room fill up with steam as you take off your clothes and kick them into the corner to deal with later. You don't really wanna take a shower in silence, so you opt to put some music on in the background.

You pull the curtain back, steam rolling out and hitting you directly in the face as you step inside the tub. It's so scaldingly hot that you barely manage to hold back a scream as you adjust the temp and stand away from the stream. 

After a couple seconds or so the water finally gets to a more reasonable temperature and you stand underneath it to let it soak you. It feels nice.

You look down to grab your shampoo, but instead see the gnarly scar on your stomach, and stop. You stare at it a while. The raised skin along the outer ring of where you basically got hole-punched feels weird. It's also a slightly darker pink than the rest of your skin, which you're still not really used to when you get a glimpse of yourself.

You remember the feeling of being pierced, and decide to stop thinking about this all together for now. 

You grab the shampoo bottle and pour some into your hand, rubbing it into your scalp. You feel your muscles relax.

The door to the bathroom opens and closes, and all of a sudden you hear the shower curtain being pulled back. 

"Do you MIND." You slap your arms around yourself self consciously, still having soap in your hair. You can't see shit but you know it's Spinel.

"Pfft, 'ya act like I've never seen you naked. Anyway, I just wanted to know how to turn on the TV? I can’t figure it out." She asks, letting the colder air of the bathroom in, and you can hear some water hitting the floor.

"Will you close the curtain," You reach out, grabbing the edge of the vinyl liner, just as Spinel opens it wider to step inside with you. "-what the fuck are you doing?"

"Oh, the water’s warm? This doesn’t feel too bad," You rinse the rest of your shampoo out, just to see her fully clothed half a foot from you, hand reaching out to touch the stream of water. Your heart is beating wildly - but you find yourself at ease with her presence in here, oddly enough. She’s watching you curiously.

"What, you can't figure the TV out yourself? And you thought I took cold showers, really?!" You scoff at her, unfazed at this point by her antics. "The fact that you're in here with clothes on kinda says everything about you."

"I can take 'em off." She says to you, like, duh Y/N, don't you even know me by now? You glare at her, which isn't hard since there's water being sprayed onto you and into your eyes, and she phases off her clothes, shoes and all in an instant. "Better?" She asks, like she’s doing you a favor.

"Gems don't need to take showers." You deadpan at her. "And weren't you trying to figure out the TV?"

"Just because I don't need to doesn't mean I can't. Also, I could help 'ya." She says cheekily, grinning a little.

"I don't need help bathing myself," You roll your eyes at her in jest, water starting to drench her hair. You think it’s really cute that she offers, but you’re sure she just wants a chance at messing around with you. Not that you’d really mind right now, and well.. you school your face into one that isn’t obvious to what you’re currently thinking about. You try not to focus too much on her gemstone in the middle of her chest, or her breasts, or those soft looking shoulders, or the rest of her naked expanse of skin - you need to stop before you get carried away. "..but I bet you would."

“Are ‘ya saying I can’t figure out something as simple as bathing? Something I’ve watched you do? Wow. I’m hurt, Y/N.” She feigns offense, looking around at the bottles of soap and shampoo products you have in here, picking them up and starting at the labels.

“Then try it.” You watch her eye a bar of soap, and then pick it up with her wet hands. It almost shoots out of her hands at you, and she barely manages to keep it within her grip hilariously enough.

“See, I know what I’m doing,” She says stubbornly, bringing the bar up to her nose to smell it. She rubs a bit of the suds off, wiping it on her palm curiously. All of a sudden, you get a really good idea.

“Yeah, and if you actually did, you’d know that that’s what I use to clean the inside of my mouth.” You raise your eyebrows at her, begging your own face to not betray you. 

“Wait, really?!” Her eyes widen, giving you a slightly disturbed look. She peers at the soap, bringing it closer to her face. “I mean, it smells good and the shape is right..”

She licks it, and immediately gags. The look on her face of utter disgust is the best thing you’ve seen all week.

“AUUUUGH,” She wails, pushing her face into the water to scrape off the remaining soap, and the laugh that comes out of your mouth is so loud it echoes throughout the bathroom. “Y/N!”

“Gullible.” Is all you can say between laughs, and she musters a glare at you.

“I trusted you!”

“That was your mistake.” You retort with a grin. “I don’t eat soap. I’m surprised you believed that.”

“Never AGAIN.” She gags one more time, and you grab for your bottle of conditioner.

“Here, lemme show you.” You step outside of the constant stream of water, and trade places with Spinel. Once you’re done rubbing the conditioner into your own hair, you grab your shampoo for her. You look at her drenched in water, watching you closely. You won’t lie when it makes your heart flutter in your chest, and it feels a little like falling. “Can you take your hair down for this?”

“Oh, sure,” She makes quick work of undoing her hair, and yeah, you’re definitely staring at her now. You’re having a really hard time hiding it. Getting some shampoo in your hand, you have her step out of the water for a moment and start rubbing it into her scalp. She relaxes so much into your touch that you feel your heart start to beat a little faster. “Y/N?” 

“Hm?” You answer.

“You seemed kind of off earlier.” She says, and you quickly rip your gaze from her. She definitely notices. “I could just.. tell.”

“It’s nothing, really.” You sigh, rubbing small circles into her scalp. You were kind of hoping she’d brush it off, but noooooo. She has to be observant.

She grabs your hands to still your motions momentarily, giving you a more serious look. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Nah, I’m just anxious about tomorrow, I’ll get over it.” You meet her eyes again, and hers waver between yours as if she’s searching for a different answer. Like she doesn’t really believe you, even though honestly, that’s all it really is. You feel a little something there in your chest when you realize that she’s only like this because she actually cares about you. “Don’t worry about me.” You insist, not really wanting to overthink the day you’ve got ahead of you. 

“Want me to come to the lesson?" She offers as she drops your hands, tilting her head in question; a glob of shampoo suds run down the side of her neck. The sight is weirdly enticing.. or maybe you’re just a little pent up. Being here alone with her after what feels like forever, and naked on top of that has your brain thinking of things you probably shouldn’t be thinking of right now. 

You’re only a little ashamed of yourself.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Spinel. You’ll just give me performance anxiety.” You resume massaging her scalp, managing to get some shampoo also into her ends. You briefly have a passing thought about not wanting to dry out her long strands, because split ends at this hair length fucking blow, and then you remember she’s a gem. That doesn’t even matter. You feel a little jealous that she doesn’t have to put these kinds of thoughts into her daily routine.

"I wouldn't do anything, promise. Maybe a comment or two, but that's it." She retorts as she brings her palms up in feign offense, and you push her gently back by her shoulders under the stream of water to rinse out her hair, careful to not get her eyes. She sighs as you run your fingers against her scalp, eyes nearly drooping she’s so relaxed. "This feels really nice.." She mumbles, and the way it has your heart feeling like someone’s dropped pop rocks into it..

"I know you have work to do tomorrow though, so don't shirk your duties.” You’re basically caressing her head at this point, and she’s totally leaning into it completely. You have a feeling if you dropped your hands from her head, it’d slam into a wall. “I'll ask Garnet to sit in since she offered."

"Y/N." She looks at you, water running down her hair and face, cascading over her small shoulders. The marks beneath her eyes are strikingly dark in this light, and her pink irises are locked onto yours. You're barely listening to the lofi song playing in the background as it's mainly drained out by the white noise of the shower. She's pretty, in a way that you probably think she's never considered before, and sometimes you wish you could say this out loud without feeling like you'd combust on the spot instead. She then opens her mouth almost hesitantly, like she's finding the proper words to say. "If 'ya need me, I can be there. But.. you're kind of the bravest person I know by a long shot, so.. I know you'll be okay. You've got this, doll."

You feel your face burning at the pet name and her words, and you find yourself avoiding her eyes again. You can’t even think of a reply, and feel like you might have a heart attack.

"Are you blushing?!" She grabs your forearms in glee, and you feel your face scowling just to cover up the fact that she can have this kind of effect on you. No one has this effect on you, and goddammit you’re not about to start showing it now.

"No, idiot. It's just hot in here.." You retort, and she leans right into your personal space, about an inch from your face. Your heartbeats feel so INCREDIBLY loud in your ears.

"Liar." Her grin gets wider, and you can see her canines right there at the edge of her lip. WHY is she so attractive?! This should be illegal. "I can keep talking 'ya up if that's what you need."

"Not necessary, or needed, really.." You trail off awkwardly, knowing your face is still beet red and pretending it’s from the heat of the shower. 

"Did'ja know that you're also the funniest person I know? And the smartest? And the sexi-"

"-SPINEL." You cut her off with a choke, voice coming out all strangled.

"You've got 'ta be the most stubborn person alive, I swear." She lowers her eyes, gaze lingering on your lips. The way some of her water-logged hair clings to her skin has your eyes glued to her chest, and the gem that sits upon it. 

"You should spend a few weeks hanging out with Pearl." You try to play it off cool, and you’re anything but. 

"Why, when I'd rather spend it with you." She retorts with an eyeroll, and like, you know that the both of you have your affections laid out on the metaphorical table already, but you still find your face burning at her being so clear with it. “If it’s not compliments ‘ya want, I can be a distraction?” She asks, and then blinks several times rapidly in succession very comically, and you can’t help it but laugh.

“Yeah? And how?” You ask stupidly.

“Ohhhh, remember earlier in the kitchen?”

Your eyes snap to hers. Is she..

"Wait, you’re talking about doing it in the sho-"

She yanks your arms - pulling you forward into a kiss, and your foot slips so hard on the tub floor that you have to catch yourself on her shoulders. Her laughter rings out through the bathroom.

"Oh stars, Y/N falling into my arms? I never thought-"

"Shut uuuuuuuup," You groan, glaring at her. The thought of the two of you, here, fucking in the shower is swirling inside your head. Both of you are wet and pressed together, and you are screaming internally. "You're the one that caught me off guard, asshole."

"Maybe I just wanna see you swooning, for once. Or squirming. I'm not too choosy." The grin on her face mixed with her words has you feeling some kind of way, and you try to still your rapidly beating heart. She wants to see you squirm?! You're flattered, and also embarrassed..

"I don't swoon, Spinel. You know me better than that by now. And if you couldn't make me squirm before all this, when we weren't even friends, then good fucking luck with trying that out now that I'm familiar with you." You spit out, hoping the nervousness in your voice doesn't give you away. She doesn't need to know that you like it when she's a little aggressive and grabby. That would give her too much power.

Her eyes flicker across your face, catching onto something within your expression; her grin widens.

"Then why do you seem so nervous now?"

"Uh," Your heart jumps into your throat, and you feel the red creeping back onto your cheeks. Curse your now-pink complexion. "Pffft. What? I do not! Why the hell do you think I'm nervous!?" You lie, and it comes out of your throat an octave higher you think, which is fucking embarassing really.

"Well," She chuckles briefly, and then her face drops considerably into an expression you'd deem nearly sinister if you didn't know her. 

"Um-"

She pushes you back against the shower wall behind you hard - a squeak comes out your mouth - as the air leaves your lungs, her hand splayed out on your chest into holding you there. It feels almost like silence has filled the room, when it's quite the opposite actually - the sound of the water hitting you both is quite deafening as you stare at each other. You think she can feel your heartbeats. Like, her hand is RIGHT THERE. Her thumb even rubs the skin there a little.

"I'm starting to think you like it when I manhandle you." She says, voice low. Her fingers are pressing into your sternum.

You take the time to breathe in some air, and try to blink like a normal person. A droplet of water runs down your lower spine and you fight off a shiver. Are you really that easy to read!?

"Your silence is speaking volumes right now." She chuckles, eyes watching you like a hawk.

You have no idea what your face is displaying, but it's probably something similar to mortified shock - how can she keep hitting the nail on the head?

"Oh, shit, am I hurting you?" She quickly pulls her hands away, nearly looking frantic as her face twists into worry at your silence.

"No, of course not-" You stop, getting a weird look on your face. "-I died, remember? You can't, pfft, - I mean you can, but. Spinel." You try not to laugh, because her being worried about this is extremely endearing, and you love her so, so much. "You're not hurting me, and if you were, I'd make sure you knew."

"Okay, good, because I was really worried there for a second that I had-"

"It's fine." You reassure her, and she's looking at you intently. "Seriously."

"Like, you know that I'd rather poof myself than ever put a finger on 'ya, right?"

"I'm aware, and you know that I trust you, yes?" 

"I was 'kinda worried, but, it's clear now." She's so very close to your face, and she's warm. Her eyes take in your features as if she's burning them into her memories, and you can't help but stare back. 

She kisses you again, wet lips pressing against yours so easily - it's as if she had been coordinating this as soon as she stepped into the shower with you. Or maybe this was her entire reason. Bastard. 

She slides one of her legs between yours - yeah, okay, she was definitely planning this - and you find yourself groaning into her mouth; hot water spraying onto the both of you. You tear your face away from hers momentarily to take in a gasp of breath and she grabs your jaw, her vibrant pink irises locked onto yours.

"Breathe through your nose." She demands, not giving you any kind of opportunity to get away as she kisses you almost roughly. You feel like your entire body is on fire. 

Her body's pressed against yours; and at this angle you can see her gemstone shining in the light above you, glistening with water. She slides her knee up to put pressure between your legs, and as to not make it so easy for her you attempt to slam them shut - only making the situation worse for yourself. 

You moan as you feel her pressed against your clit, and you feel her grinning against your mouth. She slides her tongue in then, and the combined sensations has your head feeling a little light. It actually irks you enough to attempt to push her off of you to get some kind of leverage over her, but she clearly anticipated some kind of fight because she growls against your mouth in resistance, and uses both her hands to slam yours against the wall behind you with an iron grip.

What a brat.

The harder you struggle, the more she presses all of herself against you. Her grip on your forearms get a little tighter; and you find that this just makes all of your current problems worse. She rips her lips away from yours to give you some kind of smug, shit-eating grin. "You're really trying this time, aren't 'ya doll. I'll give 'ya that."

"Why won't you let me touch you?!" You spit out, but it comes out all breathily and not at all aggressive like you'd hoped.

"If you're good, maybe." She laughs, and you wish you could disappear on the spot at will. "But this is your turn."

"IF I'M-" You hiss out, Spinel switching her grip so she's got the both of your hands in one, making the other completely free to grope your breast. Her palm rubs over your nipple. "You are such a shithead!!"

"You knowwww, if you don't like it you could always tell me you wanna stop," Her eyelids lower enough to still see her irises glued to your face, and she leans in to whisper into your ear. "But we already know that you want this, Y/N."

You snap your mouth shut and she chuckles darkly, and you would like to die now, thanks. If there's a god out there, you hope he's merciful and smites you on the spot.

She immediately attacks your neck, and she doesn't give you any kind of say about it either. She's using so much teeth this time that you're worried you're going to look like a spotted leopard tomorrow, and oh god, you almost forgot.

"Leave any marks and I'll attempt to poof you myself, Spinel." You shudder as she sucks hard near the crook of your neck, hot tongue against your skin, and when she looks at you her eyes have some kind of suspicious glint to them. 

"Wear a sweater." Is all she says before going right back to your neck, and the only thing you can really do is bite back a moan as she continues. You're going to kill her for this. You're going to find out how to embarrass her in front of her new friends, or SOMETHING. How the fuck are you going to cover up these marks before your class tomorrow?! The several shades of pink blush you picked up from the drug store a few days ago from your previous shenanigans barely managed to cover the lighter marks she left last time! 

You feel her slide a hand down your torso to reach between your legs, and with the last of your strength you try and slam your legs shut just to make this difficult for her.

She chuckles into your neck, and her warm breath lights your nerves on fire. It's so steamy in here now, and some kind of jazz oldie is playing that you can kind of hear over the sound of running water. And then she drops your hands just to grip both of your thighs and spread them apart forcefully, and there's nothing you can really do about that. You know that you're heavily aroused, and you hope it isn't too obvious to her.

Holding you open, she presses her palm against you, tips of her fingers hesitating at your entrance. Like she's waiting for something.. your legs start to tremble, then she slides two fingers into you and you slam a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from moaning.

"No one's going to hear us, 'ya idiot." You hear her say, and you nearly laugh. She immediately curls her fingers upwards, and you're seeing stars at the edges of your vision.

"You think I care about being loud? I just don't want you to think you can drag anything out of me too easily," You say in between breaths, and she makes some kind of displeased grunt in reply.

"Asked for this.." Is what you hear from her before she adds a third finger; you take it quite easily, embarrassingly enough, and starts to really finger fuck you as she watches your face. 

A strangled moan comes out of you, and you see the corner of her lip curl enough to show her teeth. You hate that she can do this to you. Your hands are free though, and you think you can fuck with her a little as payback. One of your hands shoot out to touch her gem, and she lowers her eyes to glare at you and the offending appendage.

"Whaddya' think you're 'doin, Y/N?" She asks, lowly. There's a darker pink that bleeds onto her cheeks quite rapidly here, and you swipe a thumb over her center facet in spite.

"Whatever I want." You reply. Her eye twitches.

"I don't think so." She hisses and slams her lips against yours - roughly pushing your hand away from her gem, like how dare you have the audacity to even think about touching her right now. She presses you against the wall with her own body, and you moan into her mouth.

Your thighs are shaking, and the hot steam mixed with the noises of her roughly pounding her slick fingers inside you makes it apparent that you're actually not going to last like this at all. She drags moan after moan from you relentlessly, unable to stop herself from biting down into the crook of your neck like she's trying to claim you for herself. As if you'd let anyone else touch you like this.

And then she lifts up her head enough to warmly whisper something about how much she loves being in the middle of your thighs like this into your ear, and you start to see stars as your orgasm violently wracks through your body.

She holds you, watching your face as you come down, leaving small kisses upon your lips.

"Was that okay?" She mumbles the question, looking at you to make sure you're alright. The water is starting to lose heat, which means both of you should finish this up soon.

"I'm going to make you regret ever taking me as a hostage." You answer with a grin, and her eyebrows shoot up into her hairline. 

"Are 'ya sure about that?" She replies, withdrawing her fingers from you ever so slowly. 

You think you're in the clear, and then she slides them back in, and you can't cut the gasp that comes out of your mouth. You slam a hand on her shoulder, glaring at your girlfriend.

"I'm sensitive, you jerk." You spit out at her, and she grins cheekily. She then actually pulls out her fingers for real, and you really, really want to make her pay for this. "Let's finish this up, the water is getting colder by the minute."

The both of you quickly finish your bathing routine, and you're almost annoyed that Spinel can just vanish water from her completely while you're still soaking wet, and trying to dry yourself with a towel.

You put on your sleepwear and drag your girlfriend to bed, where you pay her back tenfold. You honestly hope the walls aren’t thin.

You're tired, and sleep comes to you easy with thoughts of what tomorrow will bring. 

[arwenkenobi48]

The Fiend and the Fugitive Character Profiles: Stardust, Drakon and Smokey

I found the traditional format for these character profiles a little too taxing, so I’ll simply describe each of these characters with a little bit of prose and dialogue, then include trivia relating to each of them.

Stardust

He removed the crash helmet and goggles from his head, revealing two small conical horns upturned on his forehead, with two smaller ones aligned vertically on the bridge of his nose and between his eyebrows. The young man swished back a rich crop of hair, the colours of which were most striking, starting out with a deep purple and ending in an electric turquoise. The area around his eyes and halfway down his cheeks were marked by what appeared to be some sort of ritual tattoos, a rich crimson in colour, forming abstract shapes closely resembling crescent moons, only more angular. His bright purple eyes sparkled happily as he adjusted his parka, bowing modestly from side to side as the crowd cheered. “Thank you, thank you all, thank you very much,” he beamed, his voice rich and cultured. There was no doubt about it; this eccentric figure was indeed Robin’s childhood friend, albeit going by a different name. How on Earth did he manage to earn so much money? Surely not by becoming a human snowball every time he went skiing.

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“Mephistopheles, hold this for a moment, will you?” Stardust placed a large object in the demon’s hands, so heavy he nearly dropped it, then calmly took it back and placed on the now immaculate shelf. “Thank you, old chap,” “What was that thing?” Mephisto demanded. “Oh, just a giant cosmic pearl gifted to me by a relative,” Stardust replied casually. “Why, whatever is the matter, Mephisto? You’re looking awfully peaky all of a sudden!” “I think it drained my dark energy,” Mephistopheles gagged. “Well, that’s certainly something else, as they say. I’m sure it’s not as bad as that. You know those things absorb energy like spherical sponges,” “I didn’t know that,” grumbled Mephistopheles, who now felt like he had just been cured of a cold, but in the worst way possible. As much as he felt bad for his rival, Stardust couldn’t help feeling rather amused that what dragons considered medicine had made a demon sick.

Stardust is one of my oldest OCs

His name is actually an English translation of the Draconic name Esrah, which quite literally means “essence of the stars”

Stardust is demisexual and panromantic

He’s a philanthropist who protects dragons that have been made homeless and have suffered discrimination from humans

Many assume that Stardust’s odd appearance is due to body modifications, but he is actually half dragon and can shift between human and dragon forms. This is technically called a Dragon Angel

Stardust’s only relative that he’s in contact with is his grandfather, Mitsuo, who is a 1000 year old Japanese water dragon

The only thing Stardust and Mephistopheles can healthily bond over is table tennis. Regular tennis is out of bounds after Mitsuo got knocked out during a rather heated match (quite literally, the ball was going so fast it was gathering heat)

Despite having sold his soul to Mephistopheles, Stardust repents and is able to retrieve it. He has already proven himself to be a good person after donating his riches to support his fellow dragons

Stardust enjoys listening to heavy metal and opera

Drakon

The dragon was around the same size as a Shetland pony, but at first glance nowhere near as cuddly. The dark blue scaly skin contrasted with an armour-plated golden underbelly, the curved horns, spines and barbed tail also indicated that this was a creature you wouldn’t want to mess with. Although he had sharp, owl-like claws, his hands and feet were bizarrely humanoid in shape and the powerful muscles seemed to indicate that this creature could be both bipedal and a quadruped, although being an all fours appeared to be the more comfortable of the two. His golden eyes peered up and his nostrils flared. He was clearly trying to appear intimidating as he stretched his wings out, but he somehow failed in spite of himself. “Now, listen ‘ere, human,” he warned in a voice with a strong regional accent. “I don’t know exactly what you’re up to, but let’s get one thing straight, yeah? You don’t wanna be starting any fights, especially not with me!” He bared his teeth, but they didn’t look as though they were capable of doing damage to anything other than a shawarma.

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“Eh, who am I kiddin’?” Grumbled Drakon, sinking to the floor like a depressed panther. “I let you down. All cause I got the collywobbles seein’ them humans all at once. I wish I didn’t scare so easily, Smokey,” The baby’s reaction seemed to indicate that he not only understood his guardian, but empathised with him and wanted him to feel better. Even in his sadness, as a lump formed in his throat and a tear in his eye, Drakon couldn’t help but smile.

Drakon’s name is the root word of “dragon” in Greek

Drakon and Smokey are implied to be brothers from different clutches but with the same mother, although nobody knows for sure

After his cave was destroyed by humans mining for gemstones, Drakon resides in the House of Stardust. He thinks highly of Stardust and considers him his best friend. The feeling is mutual and they frequently protect one another from the cruelty of humans

Drakon loves shawarmas to the point that he put on quite a few pounds and now has a build similar to a bear

The inspirations for Drakon came from the Cowardly Lion in the book version of The Wizard of Oz and Captain Haddock from The Adventures of Tintin

Drakon hates trumpet music. Whenever he sees a trumpet he will do everything in his power to destroy it (and by that he’ll usually yell at it, stamp on it or at worst, set it on fire)

Smokey

With a loud whine that sounded like a cross between a baby bird chirping and a kitten mewing, Smokey came galloping down the hallway. His round body was shaped like a squashed pear and his limbs were short and stubby, although he could function perfectly well. He clearly still had a lot of his baby fat, but despite that, he was surprisingly fast. His mottled skin was so dark grey it was nearly black, although a bright red belly and round eyes resembling those of an owl stood out from this. His wide yet snub beak gave him a strong resemblance to a potoo bird and his wings hadn’t matured yet. The most striking feature of this infant dragon, however, were his floppy, comically lopsided ears, which flapped around like ribbons as he galloped along. He didn’t speak, as he was much too young to learn how, but simply uttered his trademark “nee-nee-neesh!” noise as he hugged Stardust’s leg.

Smokey is five years old in human years, but that’s closer to two years old for his subspecies

He can’t breathe fire yet, but manages to sneeze out a fireball to protect his friends from the forces of Hell

Being so young, Smokey cries very easily. Possibly as a result of losing his parents, he also gets upset whenever someone leaves the room, as he thinks they won’t return. This results in him running after them and clinging to their legs while ‘neeshing’ loudly.

I was originally doing to give Smokey some dialogue, but decided against it, as I felt he’d be much cuter without it and his actions would speak louder than words

He gets his name from the fact that smoke always blows out of his ears whenever he tries to test his fire breath

Smokey hates Mephistopheles and can sense his evil aura from a mile away. Whenever he sees him he makes a noise like an angry teapot coming to the boil

Despite being little more than a newborn in dragon years, Smokey is capable of great empathy and comforts his friends when they’re feeling down

His favourite album is Shepherd Moons by Enya

Smokey was based on a plushie I use for emotional support

His favourite food is Greek honey cake

Apologies for the absence again; mental health really hasn’t been great at all, but I was still determined to deliver some of the content I promised. I realised that there was nothing stopping me from writing the first draft of The Fiend and the Fugitive, so I made a start on that and I’m looking forward to officially beginning the project in September!

[lu-undy]

(Hey it’s anon from spicy gone wrong) while Lucien’s gone Sniper does something incredible dumb that causes lu’s brand new expensive suit to be ruin (like like there is no fixing that suit it’s just gone like look at the stains and tears on it-) and everyone is just counting the seconds. Scouts laughing But inside is terrified-, medic and the others our planing his funeral, some debate on wether to call miss Pauling for this one, sniper is having pearl write his will and testimony.

Here we go, Mundy destroys a suit and fears for his very life (lol)! I hope you’ll enjoy! :D

The telephone rang in Spy's suite. Sniper ran to it and in his rush, he bumped the coffee table and a glass tumbled, spilling its content. But he was too preoccupied with the phone call to notice it. 

"Hello?" 

"Mon amour?" 

[My love?]

Lucien's voice was a delight to hear but when he called Mundy "my love", and in French at that…! Ooh…! Shivers…!

"Yeah?" 

"I'm afraid it will take longer than expected, I do apologise."

"Oh," Mundy's smile disappeared. "Ok, it's fine." 

"I am very sorry, I will get back home a bit later than expected…" Lucien apologised at the other end of the line. 

"Alright… It's fine, uh… Just be safe and uh…"

"Mon amour?" Lucien interrupted.

[My love?]

"Yeah?" 

"I miss you too, terribly so." Lucien said softly and Mundy relaxed, sighing as he longed for his lover. 

"How long do you think you'll be?" 

"Half an hour more and count another one to come back to the base."

"Alright…"

"Do you think you will survive an extra hour without me?" Lucien asked. 

"I can hear yer smirk…"

Lucien chuckled. 

"But yeah, I'll try. Love you, darl'."

"Me too, with all my heart." 

Mundy and Lucien hung up and the Aussie turned. 

"Oh bugger…" He froze and his blood turned to ice in his veins. "Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger…!"

Mundy realised he had dropped a glass of wine on Lucien's brand new suit, the one he would use to go to the opera that weekend with him. But that wasn't the worst part. The Aussie ran to the kitchen and filled a sauce pan with water. He ran at the coffee table and splashed it on the tuxedo: the wine had flowed and the flames of the fireplace had surfed on the wine to gnaw on the precious suit. 

Mundy managed to extinguish it and took the tuxedo in his hand. As all of Lucien's suits, it was tailor-made and cost a fortune and a half. As such, it was a unique model… 

"Bugger, how am I gonna fix that…?" His eyes darted left and right. 

"Meow!" Perle exclaimed.

"Engie!" Mundy answered and he took the suit in his hand, rushing to Engie's quarters. But the Texan wasn't there. "Where is he?" 

"Meow." Perle had trotted with him out of her master's suite. 

"Ah yeah, it's almost lunch time, he must be in the kitchen." 

A few seconds later, Mundy erupted in the kitchen, the burnt tuxedo in his hand and Perle on his heels. 

"Engie?" 

"Hey pardner."

All the mercenaries were there and their eyes turned to Sniper. 

"What the fuck is that?" Scout asked. And the mercenaries gasped as their gaze followed Scout's finger pointing at the ruined tuxedo.

"Engie, you gotta help me fix this, please…" Mundy laid the suit on the table, on the plates and cutlery.

"Well, Sniper, uh…" Engie scratched his bald head. 

"Please tell me you can fix it, he's gonna kill me when he gets back here!" 

"You did that?!" Scout asked. "Oh man you're dead, you're so, so dead!" He slammed his hands on his mouth, trying not to burst out in laughter. "He's gonna kill you alright and God knows if we're gonna find your pieces!"

Sniper's eyes never left Engie, his only hope. 

"How did that happen? Did you burn it?" Engie asked. 

"I didn't do it on purpose o'course but uh… yeah, and I had to put out the fire, that's why it's drenched…"

"Man it looks so expensive, he's gonna gut ya!" Scout exclaimed as he touched the fabric. 

Sniper's sweat was visible on his brow. 

"Listen, Sniper, uh, with all my PhDs, I can't fix that. I'm good with machines, robots, cars, mechanics and electronics in general. But that…? Nah, that ain't my thing… Sorry…"

"Bloody hell…" Sniper put a hand on his face. 

"Mein freund," Medic started, "simple burial or cremation? Please accept the burial, I might then as well harvest two or three things before we put the rest of your body six feet under the ground." 

"Gosh…" Sniper collapsed on a chair, his hand still on his face in shame and panic. 

"God bless your soul, Sniper." Soldier saluted his colleague. "We will say goodbye the true American way: trumpet and shots in the air. You were good son, real good, maybe even the best." Soldier removed his helmet and held it against his chest, his head low.

"Here laddie, ye might as well need some of that." Demo put his bottle of scrumpy on the table in front of Sniper. "Actually, wait…" He took a swig off it and put it back. "There." 

"Mmph! Mmmmph!" Pyro entered the room and put his balloonicorn plushie on Sniper's lap to comfort him. 

"I… Ugh…" Sniper left the kitchen and went to hide away in his den of a van. 

He locked himself up, sitting on the floor, his back on the cupboard under the sink. He was hugging the ruined suit as if life had been once there and left. Despite his colleagues trying to humour him, Mundy knew how strict his lover was on his suits. Hell, he remembered the first time he had tapped on his shoulder, it had been all friendly, at the end of a match, to congratulate Spy. But the Frenchman had spun on his heels and locked Mundy's arm behind his back with one hand while with the other, Mundy felt a blade on his throat. 

"Meow…" Perle brushed herself on him, purring to try and bring a bit of peace to him. But Mundy was still anxious. If Lucien could put a blade to his throat for touching his suit, what would he do if he had burnt and stained one? 

"Meow…?" The fluffy white cat jumped on Mundy's lap and stood on her back legs to brush her head on his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her as if it would be the last time. She purred. 

Meanwhile, Lucien had parked his car and went to his room. 

"Je suis de retour, mon amour."

[Honey, I'm home.]

Lucien got welcomed by silence. He raised an eyebrow and called. 

"Mundy?" 

No answer. The Frenchman started looking around and it only took him a minute to notice the stain of diluted wine on the carpet next to the fireplace. 

"Mundy?" He frowned and called again, but no answer. "Perle?" 

No one came trotting at him. He could feel it in his bones, something was wrong. He left his suite and headed for the living-room. 

"Gentlemen, have you seen Sniper by any chance?" 

The mercenaries froze. 

"Uh… No…" Scout answered and Spy smelled the bad lie. 

"Scout, clearly you have. Where is he?" 

Scout blushed beyond his ears and looked at Soldier and Demo for some help.

"God Bless his soul…." The American patriot removed his helmet again. "He was a good private. Strange accent for an American, but a very good comrade." 

"What are you talking about?" Spy frowned. 

"Look, lad, uh, w-we don't know where Sniper is…" 

"Why do you all look like that? Has something happened to him while I was away?" Spy asked, trying to hide how worried he was. 

Seeing his colleagues lower their heads and not answer drove him mad. 

"Answer me!" He shouted. "Where is he?!" 

"We don't know, ok?!" Scout answered back. 

"Imbéciles!" He shouted as he slammed as he slammed the door shut and ran out to the van.

[Imbeciles!]

He banged the door. 

"Mundy?! Mundy, are you here?!"

Mundy felt the heat of the shame make him melt in a pool of sweat and he held Perle closer to him still. He felt as if those were the last minutes of his life. Lucien banged on the door repeatedly again. Mundy's legs were jelly as he translated the impatience of the hard bangs of his lover as his rage… 

"Meow!" 

Lucien's pupils retracted to a dot. 

"Perle?! Ma chérie, tu es là?! Papa Mundy est avec toi?!"

[My sweetheart, are you in there? Is Papa Mundy with you?]

"Meow!" She repeated and Mundy felt betrayed by the fluffy white cat. She slipped off his arms and went to scratch the door with her claws, meowing repeatedly. 

On the other side of it, Lucien was dying of concern for his lover and why he wouldn't open his door to him. Was he that ill? Was what Soldier said to be taken literally? Had something terrible happened to Mundy while he was away? 

Lucien was not going to let any door stand between him and his lover. His professionalism came back to him in a flash of consciousness. He went to his cigarette case. He flipped it open and retrieved the pins concealed there to pick the lock. He eventually burst into the van, drowning the narrow dark space with the sunlight behind him.

"Mundy!" 

Lucien saw him sat on the floor, his head low and his arms wrapped around his legs. He threw himself at him, on his knees, paying little to not attention that his trousers might be ruined. 

"Mon amour! Is everything alright, look at me? Please!"

Lucien threw away his gloves and balaclava to better hold Mundy in his arms. 

"Mon Dieu, what is wrong with you? Are you hurt? Did something happen? Say something! Why are you alone with Perle here in the dark?!" 

"You're gonna kill me." A muffled voice answered. 

"Non! What the hell are you talking about?! I would never do such a thing! Tell me, mon amour, please, whatever it is, tell me…!" Lucien pleaded and Mundy raised his head. He was pale, more pale than Lucien, which was quite a feat as Mundy's natural skin tone was caramel because of the sun. 

"Promise me you won't be mad." Mundy looked up at Lucien who was crouching on the floor, his hands each on Mundy's cheeks. 

"Of course not, whatever it is, I won't get mad…" He answered, imagining the worst. "Y-you are seeing someone else? You want to leave me?" Lucien enquired, his voice slightly breaking. 

Mundy shook his head, still between Lucien's hands. 

"What is it then?" 

He pointed at the ruined suit on the floor next to him. 

"My suit for the opera…? What about it…?" 

And Mundy buried his head between his chest and his knees again. Lucien took the tuxedo in his hand and quickly saw the burn and stain. He smelled it and he connected it with the stain of wine he had seen in the living-room. 

"You spilled wine on my suit? But what is that? Why is it burnt? Did you get burnt? What happened?!" 

"P-promise me." Mundy implored. "Promise me you won't get mad." 

"I promise! I promise that and everything that you need and want now please, for the love of all that is holy, tell me!"

"I… When you called me, I knocked on the glass of wine and it spilled between the fireplace and the suit that was on the coffee table. I was talking to you and didn't realise things had caught on fire until I hung up… But it was too late… I-I'm sorry, love, I'll repay it to you, or-or I can repay it however you want, I swear I didn't do it on purpose… I-I'm so sorry…!"

"Oh mon Dieu…!" Lucien sighed in relief. "Oh you had me seriously worried, you and the rest of the team! Soldier seemed to say you were dying!"

"I was and I am! Cause you're gonna kill me for it!"

"Non! What the hell are you talking about! Mundy?" 

Mundy raised his eyes and Lucien cupped his face again. 

"Is that why you thought I was going to kill you?" 

Mundy nodded. 

"Mon amour, I love you more than any piece of fabric! I don't care about it! Mon Dieu I was so scared something terrible had happened to you…!" Lucien held Mundy so hard against him, he managed to pull him slightly off the ground. 

"Y-you're not mad at me?" 

"I'm furious!" He answered. "Never do that to me again! Never let me believe something bad had happened to you! You're… You're everything I have left with Perle…!" 

"So, you're not mad at me for destroying your suit?"

"Not half as much as I am for you worrying me that much!" Lucien slithered his fingers through his hair. "I will get the suit made again, that is no issue."

"I'm so sorry." 

"Forget it. The suit is immaterial and irrelevant." 

They stayed a few more minutes on the floor in the van, just enough for Mundy's skin to get their caramel tint back. 

"Je t'aime, mon coeur. The suit can get burnt as long as you are fine."

[I love you, my sweetheart.]

"Love ya too, darl'." 

They managed to stand up and share the hug they both needed. 

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you (if you want !! 💛💖)

Wow I rambled a lot with this but i can't add cuts bc I'm on mobile rn DHSISHSJ sorry :"))))

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1. Ik Ik "haha how cringe are you" of me to say, but honestly? Homestuck. Homestuck helped me in a time of need and when i so desperately wanted something to latch onto. Finally, I caved into my friends telling me to read it-- and it's been a blast!! The epilogues / hs^2 make me feel kinda sad though, because so much of what I loved about the original was yeeted through the nine circles of hell and into the trash. I love Y/ffany's (I call her Yippi tho) design, the art is really pretty at times, Harry is a major dork, I LIVE for seeing Vrissy bc honestly?? Her design is 10/10, very early 2000s emo style and I also live for that. Tavros is cute and a nerd and I think that's swell!

But in terms of story and how any of this happens, it makes me sad to see it happen. If Vriska could return as Vrissy, why not OTHER beta trolls? Where's my Eridan fish man, writers?? Give me the boy or perish by my fury.

2. Also super "haha how cringe are you" but,,, murder cats (Warriors), esp the early 2005-2015 amvs and stuff. I remember watching Flightfootwarrior's "I Will Not Bow" Scourge amv for HOurs and having no clue what was happening, but all these edgy kitties were KITTIES! It's introduced me to a lot of music I still listen to to this very day (Imagine Dragons, Young/the entirety of Hollywood Undead, Breaking Benjamin). And yknow what?? This new arc is absolute chaos, but in the good way.

I'm an "OG Fan". I prefer the first arc, The Prophecies Begin, to almost any of the other arcs. I just could never get into the other arcs-- not to say I haven't read them, I HAVE and the Fire Scene was probably one of my favorite moments beside grumpy Jaypaw, god complex Lionblaze, and fear the gods Hollypaw. I thought the build-up for it was SUPER satisfying. Gray Wing is my baby and I fully embellish in the Gray Wing is Silverpelt theory.

This new arc is definitely something new for the universe. While I didn't read aVoS (but I may do that if i can find the files for it), and so I don't know the major events of it other than what I've seen M.A.P.'s (Multi-Animator Projects, for clarification,,, bc unfortunately that term is also something disgusting). There's fucking cat possession and all the Clans questioning their belief system, yo. Shit be on fire.

Also the Imposter is 100% Ashfur, that's canon now, yeah??? Also im sorry but fuck Root x Bristle that's the dumbest shit I have ever seen. Give me Root x Shadow or face the wrath of my dragon plushies.

RiverClan is my Clan and my gov assigned warrior name is Fireshell 🌟🌟

3. As much as I hate the author,,,,, Harry Potter. It's been a major part of my life for as long as I can remember. I can never really remember why, but I've always just loved it- the movies, the books, the extra little merch that would pop up in my local Walmart. Of course my favorite character is Draco Malfoy. I could go on and on and ON about how I think his character arc was SHIT and JKR didn't have the balls to make him a confident gay man that was always implied through the text (at least, my lesbian ass thought it was implied but i may just be projecting, idk). I could ramble about Draco for HOURS and what I think his character SHOULD have been and how his parents are horrible (more specifically, Lucius bc Narcissa [?] Actually showed a few good moments), and a child should never have to pay for their parents sins.

Oh noo, Draco's a villain because he's a victim of major abuse and peer pressure? He's a villain because a literal child can be horrible and they'll always always always stay as a horrible little fiend?? Fuck that. He's a child.

Unlike manchild grease pan Snape, who was a racist piece of shit and shouldn't have became a fucking school teacher but it's okay because he was ~~~in love~~~. No, fuck you, he was a creep. James Potter n Co may have been a little posh bitch to you, Snape, but that's no fucking excuse to continue to bluntly be a little cunt all the way into adulthood. You're an adult who flatly changed your PATRONUS to imitate Lily's. You have no excuse. And Harry went and named his child after you LIKE JESUS CHRIST, DID RON'S SISTER NOT HAVE A SAY IN THE NAMES TOO?????

I also fully adore the idea that Muggles can run into Hogwarts and their patronus can 100% be a made up, fantasy creature. Imagine you learn the patronus spell and suddenly fucking ARCEUS comes from your wand. Imagine learning the spell and CHTULU (i did not spell that right but im so tired) comes from your wand-- an entire ass fucking Lovecraftian, Eldrith horror is just the embodiment of you. What if it was a fucking Homestuck character like Vriska? How fucking METAL would that be?? Hskajssowjjsjs get on it fandom.

4. Hee hee very evident by my url but Pokemon is another major thing of mine. While vespiquen isn't my favorite (that title goes to Hydreigon), it is definitely up there!

I've ALWAYS enjoyed the idea of Pokemon. You run around, training up these fight monsters and collecting them. I remember playing my sister's Ruby version on her flip-up Gameboy. I couldn't even read but I ran around catching god only knows how many of the same pokemon wherever she was. Apparently, I had fought for hours in the same area and leveled her Blaziken up to lvl 50 something and left her lvl 30s in the dust LMAO.

I got my first game when it was Pearl/Diamond. It was Pearl, and it still holds a very fond place in my heart. I could barely read, I could barely write-- I had named my Turtwig something along the lines of "MmorpHy" and my player boy "ZbsibJ". Yes I remember the names slightly. I really didn't get far-- I barely got to the first gym but I was just so happy to play it.

I eventually lost the game, as a 5 year old would do, but I can still vividly remember what was happening when the game arrived. I had just came back from the dentist and was quite tired from fighting the dentist bc I was super scared. Mom suddenly handed me a box and said it was mine-- my overseas (at that time) dad had bought me Pearl and my sister Diamond, because I lost my shit about it when he visited one time.

Well, tdlr, I played it for about five minutes while struggling to stay awake against the loopy gas they made me take. I fell asleep listening to Twinleaf Town's soundtrack. Every time I play a rom of Pearl and I get to where the player's house fades in and I hear that first tune of the song, I get a huge smile on my face and cry-- as.. Weird as it sounds.

A few years later, I had gotten Pokemon Black bc I liked Reshiram on the cover. Now, this one I could actually READ when playing, but I don't remember a lot of things about it. I probably lost this one too, as a 8/9 year old would do. I DO remember, I chose Snivy and my sister chose Tepig (hrmm there's a theme here of grass/fire goin on......) and vibing to the music. I was so amazed by the sprites moving, I just kept getting into encounters to see the sprites move (oh boy, no one tell younger 7-9 y/o me about Zelda......oh wait....)

Playing Pokemon NOW, as a 17 year old """gifted""" chick, I stil have very fond memories. I recently beat Pokemon Black again and GOD the OTS SLAPS. I fucking adore the soundtrack-- the track that plays when you battle a trainer, the low health dings being turned into a legit song that also slaps, the battle! gym leader themes-- and oh my gOd, the legendary theme is amazing? It really tells you just how glorious these pokemon are supposed to be. It's not intimidating like Groudon/Kyroge/Rayquaza's themes. It's not action packed like Palkia/Dialga's is, it's not filled with tension like Giratina/Arceus's is-- but it radiates the GLORY that the beasts portray. And I live for that. (Also, Kyurem's version is my favorite because it glitches in the beginning and that's rly cool)

P/D/P and BW/BW2's stories, imo, are some of the greatest ones. Yeahhh, US/USUM's is cool and I haven't played XY nor SwSh-- but the ones I can find memorable are PDP and BW/BW2. I love N. I love Barry. They're my sons. Ghetsis is fucking terrifying, Cyrus needs a hug. Giratina scared the piss out of me when I was younger, which was NOT helped by Giratina and The Sky Warrior.

I think my favorite movies are the gen 4 ones. The Rise of Darkrai having a tear-jerking theme for such a mysterious pokemon (i still tear up when i hear Ocarion), Giratina being spiteful is a mood and Shaymin was cute, Arceus being angry is also a mood. Yeah, Pokemon 4Ever made me cry my eyes out over Celebi, Mewtwo Returns made me again cry because Mewtwo accepting who he is, I remember how vastly different the BW movies are-

I just. I have a lot of memories with the series, even if Gamefreak and Nintendo kinda do the series dirty a lot (your top-grossing thing and you made That monstrosity for the Switch? How dare you.). It's comforting to be stressed and pull up my roms for the games and to play them. Mystery Dungeon is incredibly fun to play, Pokemon Ranger is really fun with the concept (Shadows of Almia continues to kick my ass to this very day and FUCK the Jungle Relic, I hate the Water Challenge fucking gyarados bullshit). I remember the pokemon I got for MD (I got Time, my sis got Darkness) was Mudkip, if that is any help.

I love my little fictional pixel monsters.

5. Yup, someone told tiny 7-9 y/o me about console games. The legend of Zelda. My first Zelda game was Twilight Princess on the Wii and BOY did I play the fucking SHIT out of that game.

Honestly, looking back and looking at playthroughs now-- I still love TP. Twilight Princess is still one of my top favorite Zelda games-- yes, even after playing OoT, Majora's Mask, Wind Waker, Skyward Sword, the anniversary four swords edition for the DS where you could play by yourself (Nintendo pls bring that back, I don't have friends to play it with ;-;), Phantom Hourglass- ect.

Something about Twilight Princess grabbed me by the head and yeeted me into the world. I can remember playing it for hours with little to no breaks. I, a tiny 9 y/o, had gotten the hang of the controllers and managed to get past the tutorial quite easily. And then, I was launched into the game and I wasn't stopping for NOTHING. Mom and Dad would have to force me to save and get off to go and eat dinner. THAT sucked.

I had done everything on my own up until the first temple, the forest temple. Not where/when you saved the dumb kid, but when you were saving the spirit's light. Theeeeeeennn I got stuck on the fucking Forest Temple for deadass six months straight. I'd play for hours, running around in circles, unable to figure out where to go, and because I didn't grasp the temple's purpose of being that way- I'd get angry and get off. It wasn't until dad looked up a walkthrough and talked me through what I was supposed to do that I learned how to get through temples.

I had gotten to the last little fight with Ganondorf before the Wii broke and i could no longer play. Despite the Wii being broke and we got rid of it, I was ADAMANT on keeping the game, and I kept that game for YEARS. It was an original copy out of a sealed box, and I eventually lost it when I left it accidentally at my now ex-friend's house.

She had a Wii and I went "hey I have a Wii game!" And I brought my Zelda over. Worst fucking choice of my goddamn life. Mom called me to come home and said I couldn't sleep over like the original plan was, and that was it. My ex-friend stashed my Zelda and I never saw it again. And, even if I wanted to-- I couldn't get it back, which makes me upset. We had a BAD falling out. She likely doesn't even remember it's there, or sold it to the local game junkie kid who buys ALL games.

But I still love the game. Midna was amazing, and I loved how snarky she was and she has a very cute design! The game's OST is fucking phenomenal. Midna's Desperate Hour makes me cry bc goddamn it really sells how serious that situation is. I love Hyrule Field's theme in this game. I love the Twilight Realm's song. Zant was fucking hilariously scary. Ganondorf's design in this game scared the piss out of me when I was younger.

Midna and this game's Link and Zelda are def my favorites. Yeah yeah, Sheik is cool and all I Guess but dhsushwishs Midna holds the special place in my heart. She was totally my gay awakening BUT

For other game antagonists, I adore Ghirahim-- let's go you funky little queer-coded villain. Skull Kid was great, I love the entire dynamic of him. Prankster lost soul stumbles upon Majora's Mask and the mask makes him act out due to powers-- which, I actually took very heavy inspiration from for one of my OCs. The moon falling to Hyrule was a fucking terrifying looming threat.

But the game series holds a place, and I've yet to be able to play BoTW-- although, I'm fairly certain I'll like it. The playthroughs I've watched of it are all fairly decent! I just. Gotta save up enough money to buy it haha.

Dang guess I gotta go watch a Twilight Princess playthrough again.

Honorable Mentions:

Avatar: the Last Airbender, specifically Book 3

my OCs definitely make me happy, they're my children and I'd ramble A LOT longer if given the chance WHEEZE

My friends, but I didn't add them here bc it's more fictional stuff, I presume

Baking. I love to bake cupcakes.

Painting is fun. I'm an artist and goddammit im going to use painting as an excuse to make a mess.

Fire. I rly like fire, down to a pyromaniac level. However, i hate the fires that happened to my home town, the Great Smokey Fires of 2016-- THAT pissed me off. How dare you burn mountain landscapes to the ground. Perish.

History. I'm a history nerd.

I'm also a science nerd.

But fuck math, I cannot comprehend math to save my life.

For some reason, I rly like learning how the human body works??? like did you know, organs are actually sticky when touched by a bare hand?? Did you?? How fucking cool is that.

Bakugan. I love Bakugan, esp the DS game. I love my Darkus Leonidas. Give me back the online world, you peasants-- I want my Darkus Dragonoid. (Also fuck all my friends from when I was in kindergarten- my theory that Alice was Masquerade was somewhat correct.)

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Imprint Zine: New Creators’ Spotlight

This is my full article for the twewy @imprintzine!!! There’s still digital copies available of the full zine, and some merch left too!!! It was a blast to write and work with the other participants!

If you like this and wanna chat with me about it hit me up here or in my twewy discord!!!

Ao3

NEW CREATORS SPOTLIGHT

Hello again readers, and welcome to this month’s New Creator Spotlight! We find up-and-coming artists of all types to highlight! From fashion, music, and art, we know how to find the hidden talent in Shibuya and illuminate them all for you to see!

Mr. Mew Creations

First up is Mr. Mew Creations, a new fashion brand led by the fabulous Eri and Shiki Misaki. This duo has taken the fashion scene by storm with their innovative ideas and inspiring designs. From dresses to bright three-piece suits, these two push the boundaries of how we define outfits.

The star of their debut collection is a marvelous dress suit! It’s a dress, and a suit, combined into one! The top half is styled as a silken tuxedo jacket in bold fuchsia, with a pale lavender undershirt and iridescent pearl buttons. The bottom half, however, is a skirt designed to evoke the image of an elegant ball gown. The slip is comfortable enough to wear all day, while providing a backing to the outermost layer, which is a cascade of feathers dyed a stunning cobalt blue.

They have a myriad of other pieces in this lineup, going beyond the binary while staying fashionable and comfortable. From a simple purple shirt with embroidered orange foxes along the hem, to a yellow sweater with a detailed pink squirrel on the front, there’s a wide variety to choose from!

We sat down with the girls for an interview in their studio to talk about their threads, and they had a lot to say!

Thank you for interviewing with us. Could you both introduce yourselves for our readers?

Eri: Yeah sure! Thank you for interviewing us! I’m Eri, the lead designer of our two-person team, Mr. Mew Creations! I do most of the conceptual work, putting ideas down on paper and seeing where that gets us. Shiki definitely helps with that, but her talent shines in, well-- She can tell you!

Shiki: Hah, yeah! I’m Shiki Misaki! I’m the seamstress, so I made all the outfits you can see here in our workspace! Taking what Eri gives me, I bring our ideas to life! We’re both good in each other’s field, but together it feels like we’re unstoppable. She’s handed me some amazing designs to work with, and some I never thought I’d be able to turn into reality. The star of our show, the dress, was one of those. It almost ended up in the trash on more than one occasion, actually. We had to completely redesign it multiple times because we’re both perfectionists, and because someone sees the laws of physics as a challenge to beat. Eri likes to see how far we can push things past their limits, but we work best together because I can reel her back in if it goes too far.

We’re glad you two make such a good team! What led you to make the half-dress, half-suit outfit?

Eri: We wanted to design something that ignored gender norms. Something that defied them, without defaulting to a vaguely-masculine, androgynous look. The fact that clothing is gendered is ridiculous, and there’s this idea that men’s clothing is the default when you want a “gender neutral” item. We decided to go in the opposite direction, and add as much gender as we could, without being limited to one gender.

Shiki: It, like most of our line, is inspired by one of our friends. This dress was originally designed for him, before we decided to use it as part of our lineup. Gender is weird, and the society we live in makes navigating it more confusing than it needs to be. To be able to wear what you want, without worrying about the perception others have of you, without worrying about the way you’ll be labeled? That’s the ideal we strive for, and we hope our work can make a difference.

You said your friends inspired your line. What can you tell us about your creative choices?

Eri: Our friends are unique individuals, and we are too, so we know how to take a look at what people want, and what they need. Not everyone has the perfect model body. Not everyone wants to wear the high-fashion bling, or keep up with all the latest trends. The trick is to find what people want to wear, and design that, instead of chasing what’s trendy. If it’s stylish, people will want it, but it has to look nice and fit right.

Shiki: Just because something is comfortable, doesn’t mean it can’t have style. People are going to notice if you’re not at ease in the clothes you wear, and that unease ruins otherwise perfect appearances. We custom make everything here, and as the seamstress it’s my job to take what Eri gives me for the design and bring it to life. Doing that, while taking sensory issues into account, and ensuring nothing irritates the person who will be wearing it, is of the utmost importance.

Can you tell us a bit about  yourselves and your brand? How you got started, or where your mascot came from?

Shiki: Oh! Our mascot, Mr. Mew, was the first thing I ever made. I still have the original, and I carry him around with me. My quality of work has improved a lot, but he’s a big comfort item. He helps me face all the big scary monsters of the world, and I want him to be there to help others too.

Eri: We met when we were younger, back in middle school. I’ve always been good at making friends, but Shiki was a lot more shy then. Actually, we got in an argument, once when we were 15. I was so worried, I thought I was going to lose my best friend forever over a misunderstanding. Thankfully, we worked it all out, and here we are now! She’s a wonderful seamstress, and all of our friends are so supportive, so it’s nice. I don’t think we’d be where we are today without each other, and the help of everyone in our lives.

 It’s clear that these girls put lots of effort and dedication into what they do!

These girls offer more than some great threads! The namesake of their brand, Mr. Mew, is an adorable cat, and you can get merchandise of him too! Show off your love by picking up one of their plushies, cat ear headbands, and more!

Check out their full line at https://MrMewCreations.Com

 Neku Sakuraba

The artist of the month is none other than Neku Sakuraba! If you’ve taken a walk around Shibuya, you’ve already seen his stuff! This graffiti expert has been gaining a name for himself with stunning displays of color and intricate designs. If you frequent 104 or Molco, you’ll have seen his stylish bold lines on ads for some of the stores!

He first started making waves in the art world last December, when he put up a mural in the Miyashita Park Underpass. Dubbed Hachiko’s Guardian Angel by the public, it features a glowing figure standing over Hachiko, with white feathery wings stretched out over Shibuya’s night-time skyline. There are people at the base of the statue, and musical notes fill the outer space. We reached out to Sakuraba himself for commentary, and managed to secure an interview in his studio!

The space was big, half-finished paintings and sketches scattered across the room. Cans of spray-paint, colored pencils, and charcoal were everywhere. Interestingly, we also spotted a couple Mr. Mew plushies laying around. A second guest, a friend of Sakuraba’s who insisted on being called Joshua, was also in the studio.

But without further ado, the interview:

Thanks for welcoming us to your studio! Can you give us an introduction?

Neku: Right, hi, thanks for interviewing me. I’m Neku Sakuraba. Music geek, CAT fanboy, unwilling follower of fashion trends. That one over there [he gestures toward his friend] is Joshua. Please ignore everything he says. He decided to be here for “moral support,” but I think he just wants to tease me.

[Joshua, at this, gasped, and said, “I would never!” but as requested, his further commentary has been cut from the interview.]

Got it! What inspired you to start making art?

Neku: I’ve always been a doodler. My mom has artwork from back when I was six. The big moment of inspiration for me, when I went, I want to do this, was when I saw CATs art. Looking up at the mural in Udagawa for the first time, back when I was ten, I felt a spark, and I haven’t let go of that feeling since. It’s been rough, I’ve struggled with mental health issues, but art has always been a solace in the dark. I never thought I’d make it this far, or get as much recognition as I have. It’s amazing, and wonderful, and terrifying all at once.

You first got popular because of the mural you put up last December, in the Miyashita Park Underpass. Can you tell us anything about it?

Neku: Oh, yeah! It was the first mural I’d ever done, and I drew a lot of inspiration from Shibuya. In my head, I’ve nicknamed it Shibuya’s Composition. The piece is loosely based off a dream, if I’m being honest. The glowing white figure in the center, with the wings, is meant to be a guardian of Shibuya. Someone who helps the city grow. Meanwhile, the people at Hachiko are waiting for their friend to show, but he can’t, because he’s watching from above, protecting them from afar.

Fascinating! Do you feel like there’s a story you can make from that, one you might tell in the future?

Neku: I don’t think this is ever going to be a story or comic, unfortunately. It’s more of a personal piece. A few years ago, I only had one friend, my first friend, but I lost him. When he died, I isolated myself, and it took a lot from some special people to draw me out of that shell. Even now, I wish I could see him again, and the idea of him still being out there, watching over me and my new friends, comforts me when I miss him the most. I guess I’m like Hachiko, waiting for a dead person to come home.

I’m sorry for your loss. Can you tell us anything about your other artwork?

Neku: I do a lot of graffiti-style works. There’s no other big murals out there by me yet, but I’m working on a few designs right now. People have commissioned me to do stuff ranging from tattoo designs to album covers and store promotions. One of my favorite things to do when I make art, though, is to take the mundane and re-imagine it as something mystical. Why can’t you make foxes purple? Who says there isn’t danger lurking in the shadows? What’s stopping me from adding fire and lightning as weapons, from creating fantastical fights?

Another big source of inspiration is Shibuya. I’ve grown up in this city, it’s my home. If I can look around and see things others don’t? Then I can put that down on paper. Whether it’s as simple as catching the neon lights illuminating the Scramble, or the leaves falling around Hachiko, I can see that, pull it apart, and let my imagination run wild.

That’s pretty cool. You mentioned doing album artwork earlier, so can you tell us what it was like to design the cover for the latest album by The Albatross?

Neku: It was fun! I can’t tell you anything about them, obviously, but it came as a shock when they asked me if I could take on this project. In hindsight, it makes perfect sense. But what I can say, without getting myself vaporized on the spot, is that it was enjoyable, and they’re fun to work with. Even if they’re kinda a priss. The amount of artistic freedom I had was nice, and I think we collaborate well together. So there might be more partnership between us in the future, but nothing’s certain yet.

Wonderful! With that, one last question: what motivates you to create?

Neku: Art has always been an escape for me. It can be pretty, or loud. It can shout your thoughts from the rooftops or disguise them under the rustling of leaves in the wind. You can influence others with it, if you’re lucky. I create art for myself, first and foremost. But if I can provide a glimpse into my own secret garden, and let others see pieces of who I am in my work? Then I’m glad. I want to share it. I want to make my mark on the world, and provide others with the escape I once sought.

 This up-and-coming young artist is going to be a big name someday! With his talent, dedication, and heart, Neku Sakuraba might just be the next CAT!

If you want to support him, you can find information about him, his store, and his commission prices at https://nekusakuraba.com

 The Albatross

Our final creator of the month, someone a bit less new, but never interviewed, is The Albatross! Their first album, Noise, featured CAT artwork on the cover: an albatross in flight, with TV static cutting through the image. These two are a mysterious duo, but The Albatross takes the title of most elusive. Despite gaining fame from fans latching onto CAT art, The Albatross has never given the public a single word.

Until now, that is! With their second album, Pulse, set to release in a couple of weeks, they have consented to an interview for the first time!

The album artwork was done by Neku Sakuraba, and it features a feathered white wing, sprouting from the right-hand side of the image. Some of the lower feathers have been replaced with graffiti-like designs.

As for the music itself, their first album featured orchestral tracks, heavy on the violin, alongside electro-punk tunes! Some were instrumental, while others had lyrics. Pulse is looking to be the same style, but rather than the dark themes of Noise, it contains brighter, more hopeful songs.

We went through a lot of paperwork, involving multiple non-disclosure agreements, and the interview took place over a call while they utilized a voice changer, but it was worth it! And we’re happy to share what we’ve learned with you!

Thank you for choosing to have your first interview ever be with us! Can you give us an introduction? Nothing too personal is required!

Albatross: You were the only ones I felt were trustworthy, and the only ones completely willing to honor my anonymity. Also, a friend may have bribed me into it with promises of ramen. As for introductions… I am The Albatross, composer of music, avid Tin Pin fan, and a nerd when it comes to all things Shibuyan. History, culture, the trends. I thrive off her, it’s like the city’s got a pulse that matches my heartbeat.

Shibuya is amazing, we agree. Can you tell us why you chose your alias?

Albatross: There’s a lot of symbolism in the albatross. The bird can be a sign of good luck for sailors, historically. In the poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, though, one of the sailors kills an albatross, and thus it becomes a curse. He bears the burden as the other sailors hang the bird around his neck, reminding him of how he’s doomed them all. I’ll let fans keep speculating on why I picked it, though. I can’t give away all my secrets here.

Of course. We wouldn’t want you to spoil all the fun! How do you make your music?

Albatross: It’s amazing what you can do with technology! I know how to play the violin and piano, so any parts in my songs with those are actually me playing, but for the rest I use a few different music programs! For vocals, I outsource it to Shibuyan singers, but all lyrics are still written by me. In the end, I weave everything together, and finagle it so it fits.

Sounds like a lot of work. Where do you get your inspiration for it all?

Albatross: From Shibuya! This city has a life of her own. Feet tapping against pavement, voices reaching through the air, all the beeps and honks and the myriad of noises that resound in every corner; it all creates a rhythm, it creates music. Sometimes I’ll sit and let it all wash over me. The city holds so much, a million stories fighting for attention. They echo in my head, begging to be told, so I write them. I turn them into music in the hopes of expressing their messages for everyone to hear.

The tone between your first and second album has changed a lot, from what the previews are showing. Is there a reason for this?

Albatross: Yeah. I’m going to be blunt. When I wrote and released my first album, I was suicidal. Completely isolated from the rest of humanity, with no friends or good experiences to fall back on for comfort. My only outlet was music, and because I was so depressed and misanthropic, my work reflected this. I saw the world as poisoned, felt like people would never change, and thought my existence contributed to the negativity.

But now? I have friends. Someone entered my life, not quite of their own free will, but they stuck around. They dragged me into the sun, undoing all my self-sabotaging attempts, and they helped me grow. Helped me learn to see the good in humanity again. Shibuya is full of life, full of creativity, of people trying to do their best and help others. I wasn’t able to see it before, vision clouded with my own preconceived notions, but they… Removed the tinted glasses from my face, so to speak. And this is why my new album is more hopeful and lighthearted.

You mentioned mental health, just now. Are you able to elaborate on any of that?

Albatross: Mhm, I can. It’s not pleasant, but… Mental health isn’t talked about enough, even though it impacts so many people. I’ve had depression for years now. I still do. Some friends and a few bonding experiences doesn’t magically cure everything. There is no magic cure. What helps is finding people you can rely on when things get tough. If I lock myself in my apartment, I used to hide away for weeks. Now, though? One of them comes knocking after a few days, with ramen and orders to shower. Sometimes it can feel like you’re going to shatter into a million pieces. But instead of falling apart in secret and cutting myself on the shards of glass, I have people who hold me as I break, minimize the damage, and help me piece myself back together.

Recovery is not a straight line, and there’s no end to the winding trail you take. What’s important is having friends there with you. People who help you stand up when you stumble, who help you make camp when you need to rest. Find someone who makes you feel safe enough to fall apart. Someone who can be there to pick up the broken shards, and help you create something new and beautiful with the pieces.

 The Albatross is still a mystery to us all, but hopefully their words and music have reached those of you who need to hear them!

They don’t have an official website, but you can find The Albatross on your preferred music streaming service, or head to a local music shop to pick up their stuff! Don’t forget to pre-order their newest album, Pulse, and if you haven’t grabbed Noise yet, be sure to snag that too!

And that’s all for our New Creators Spotlight this month! Be sure to get next month’s issue for all our latest stories, and to discover the up-and-coming talents of Shibuya!

[avengingnomad]

Day 19- Crafts

Steve walked the snowy streets of New York. He wasn’t going anywhere in particular, just...walking. He needed to get out. There had been a pretty intense blizzard going for a few days, so he and the other Avengers had been cooped up in the Tower together. And he felt suffocated. Not by his team, in particular, just being indoors for too long made him go crazy. So once the snow had died down enough, he got out. He had said he’d be back later, to no one in particular. Bruce, Tony, and Natasha had been in the kitchen when he left. He assumed someone heard him.

He walked, and walked, making random turns. Left, left, right, left, right, straight...

Eventually, he found himself in some kind of lot. It had tables and booths full of...stuff. There was one that sold wooden figurines. There was one with an older woman who was surrounded in puffy pillows. She was selling them for ten dollars. There were candles, paintings, sweaters for dogs, cats, and people. He was surrounded by homemade crafts. Every new turn brought new surprises.

One booth that drew his attention was one that had little homemade ornaments of things from pop culture. There were Star Wars characters, wands from Harry Potter, and Jack Skellington was everywhere.

“Steve!”, someone called out. He turned toward the voice. It spoke again. “Over here!”

And then he saw a flash of red hair from the corner of his eye. Natasha. “Nat? What are you doing here?”, he asked her.

“I followed you.” She said nonchalantly, and shrugged.

“Oh” is all he could think of saying.

“Are—”, she hesitated, then started again, “are you okay?”. She looked...wary?

“Yeah. Why?”, he said a little too quickly.

Natasha gave him a knowing look. “Steve, We’ve known each other for almost ten years now. You think I don’t know when you’re acting?” She still wore a worried look.

He breathed out a sigh. “This time of year can be a little difficult for me, sometimes”, he confessed.

Natasha nodded knowingly. “Me too.” Her smile was sad. “I find that having a friend helps, though.”

“Are you saying you want to be my friend, Nat?”, Steve teased.

“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate.

“So how does a friends help another lift their spirits?”, Steve asked his friend.

Natasha looked around her at the booths that surrounded them, and she smiled wickedly at him. “Shall we play a game?”, she raised an eyebrow at him.

A memory flashed before him: He and Natasha were in the secret HYDRA base, during the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. They were near a dusty computer...explosions, holding her close to protect her...carrying her out of the rubble. He remembered feeling her limp body in his arms, her arm wrapped lazily over his shoulder. He was terrified that she was seriously hurt. Natasha didn’t get knocked down easily. He could still hear the way his heart pounded in his ears as he got the two of them out of sight. He also remembered how Natasha fit in his arms so perfectly...

Steve smiled at her. “Tell me about this ‘game’ you have in mind.”

Natasha rubbed her hands together, like a cartoon villain. Steve couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright, here we go: the goal is to find the most hideous craft. The tackier, the better. Once we both agree on one, the person who found it, wins.”

Steve grinned wide. “And the person who didn’t find the craft, has to give that craft as a gift at the gift exchange.”

“Absolutely. Yes, I like it!” Natasha bounced on the balls of her feet, as of she was warming up for a race. “You ready, Steve?” Natasha grinned at him.

Steve nodded, “On your mark...”, he lowered himself into a running stance, “get set—”

“Go!”, Natasha finished for him and took off running.

“Hey!”, Steve laughed and followed her with long strides. He caught up to her. The he called over his shoulder, “On your left!”

He turned right, and then slowed. Natasha had taken a left turn, and now he went to searching. He saw all sorts of things around him. So. Much. Glitter. Creepy sock puppets stared up at him with button eyes. Feathers, beads, and ribbon were stuck onto baubles. Pearls, lace, and rhinestones galore.

Some were okay. Some were great. There were tons of Star Wars figures. Yoda, Darth Vader, and Luke Skywalker were made of yarn, some were crocheted, complete with lightsabers. There were Grinch plushies, the Peanuts gang carved out of wood. There were Doctor Who socks, sonic screw drivers, mini TARDISes carved out of wood, with insane detail. They were paintings of all kinds. Some of dogs, and cats. There were even a few of the Avengers.

“Wow”, he whispered to himself.

He wasn’t alone though. Natasha was beside him. “Crazy, huh?”, she said beside him.

“Yeah, crazy”, he shook his head. He turned to her. “So let’s see it. Where’s your winner?”

She held out a cartoon avocado that was completely covered in gems. It was wearing a Santa hat, and a candy cane. He nodded in approval.

“And what about you? What did you find?”

He held out his find: a angel that was made out of...

“Is that a paper plate?”, she asked him.

“Sure is.” He handed it to her to inspect.

“How much did you pay for it?” Natasha inquired.

Steve cleared his throat, “That’s not relevant.”

“Oh yes it is. How much, Captain?”

“Fifteen.”

“Dollars?”. He nodded once. “Seriously? You paid fifteen dollars for this?”

She held it up again for inspection. It really was just a paper plate. She couldn’t hold it in. She laughed loudly, clutching her stomach, and arching her back, tilting her head up.

Steve couldn’t help but join in her laughter. “I guess I should get this thing home, so I can wrap it.” He turned it in his hand.

“Right, the exchange. Who did you get, anyway?”, Natasha asked.

“Tony”, Steve suppressed a laugh.

“Oh my god, that’s fantastic. I can’t wait to see his face.” Natasha grinned up at Steve.

They turned to leave, and Steve stopped. “Oh yeah. I got something else, Natasha.” He fished something out of his pocket and presented it to her.

It was a charm bracelet. It was silver with six dangling charms. She recognized them at once. It was the Avengers. Six small charms with each of their logos hung off a small chain. Iron Man, Hawkeye, Hulk, Thor, Captain America, and her Black Widow symbol hung off the main bracelet. It was made nicely and with care, she could tell.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Steve”, she was a little embarrassed.

“I know”, he said simply, “but I wanted to. You mean a lot to me, Nat. And I know the team means a lot to you.”

“You mean a lot to me too, Steve.” He helped her put the bracelet on her wrist. His hand held hers for a second and then squeezed.

She rose on the tips of her toes, and hugged him close, burying her face in his shoulder.

[upsettlspaghettl]

Empire City Con 2019

I can say with confidence that this has been the best weekend of my life. People will be so quick to say that the Steven Universe fandom is one of the most toxic fandoms out there, but in all my years of going to conventions, this has been the most welcoming and friendly by far. Now, this could be because it’s a convention based on one singular fandom, as opposed to the mishmash of fandoms that gather at other conventions, but even Bronycon was nowhere near this level of welcoming. Then again, I only got the chance to go to 2 Bronycons so I don’t know if I can say much.

The flight to North Carolina was surprisingly not that bad. I’m very prone to getting lost, but I left 4 hours in advance and I didn’t even need those 4 hours. But this was my first time ever flying somewhere completely alone.

I got the chance to meet Deedee Magno Hall, who signed my Guide to the Crystal Gems. Now it’s my goal to get all the character pages signed. But it’s got all the fusions of season 1, so chances are I won’t ever get the chance to get Sugilite’s page signed. Oh well, a fan can dream, right? Just kind of a bummer because she happens to be my favorite fusion.

She also validated my OC ship with Yellow Pearl which was super cool of her. Deedee is a really sweet person. While waiting in line to meet her I made friends with a kid, and he was fanboying like crazy. Later on we met somebody else, and we all did karaoke together. Then they got to do a group Karaoke with Deedee, which I was unfortunately too nervous to join. She said she would try do one with me but we never got the chance, but either way I’m so grateful. She’s a really kind person and I hope I can meet her again!

My part in the karaoke was still really fun though. Me and my 2 friends were having a hard time figuring out what song to do, and since the instrumentals were live, the people playing only had a limited number of songs they could play. Eventually we agreed on Stronger than you. But the instrumental team couldn’t play that one, so one of my new friends asked everybody to sing along and be inclusive. I got to to do the Peridot rap onstage too! Only me and 1 other person in the audience did that though so it was really scary and I fumbled a lot... but I’m still so happy that I got to because it was just such a good time for everybody.

There was actually a garnet cosplayer who’s act was right before ours and they were still by the karaoke lineup, so one of my friends asked them to come join us. Toward the middle of our act, this same friend spotted a Jasper in the front row, dragged them up on stage, and we had an adorable fake fight scene. I had to hop off stage right before the song ended to hug somebody in the front row who was crying. I was relieved to hear that they were tears of joy. In the end, they invited my group to sit in the front row with them.

Right, and Garnet’s act! They actually sang the original SU opening in German which was super amazing. Toward the end, there was a Pearl cosplayer in her Mr. Greg tuxedo who sang It’s Over isn’t it with Deedee, and a Yellow Pearl cosplayer who did an amazing Yellow Pearl-y take on Do it for her. So yeah the variety of acts was fantastic and the whole thing was just so feel-good all around.

At the very end of the karaoke, after everyone had gotten a chance and we were all just hanging out in the karaoke room, I was given a Spinel promo pin by a Mystery Girl. Not literally a Mystery Girl cosplayer, but somebody who I thought was just... well, somebody. They mentioned having extras from the movie screening in CA, and were handing them out to Spinel cosplayers. Of course I was hopping up and down being super thankful to an awkward degree, like I normally do.

That night, I told my roommates what happened, and they told me just who that Mystery Girl was. None other than Mackenzie Atwood, creator of the Pearl’s Secret Rap Career series. My facial recognition is terrible, so I didn’t realize at the time. I was lucky enough to run into her again the next morning during breakfast in the hotel lobby, so I got to thank her personally in the end.

Speaking of Mystery Girls, there actually was a Mystery Girl cosplayer who was especially awesome. Not even ten minutes after arriving at the convention, I see 2 Spinels who welcome me into their Spinel group. A Mystery Girl cosplayer is with them, and they hand me a pair of shoe squeakers. They look like tiny clear whoopie cushions, and Mystery Girl was handing them out to all the Spinels. I don’t know about everybody else, but mine drew a lot of attention from other con-goers because I was super happy and energetic at this con so I ran everywhere I went. People were always laughing and it made me so happy that I was able to make people smile. I’ll definitely be using them again in my future Spinel cosplays.

One of the people I shared a hotel room with was a Spinel cosplayer on the first day, and they were carrying an amazing Spinel plushie that I remember seeing a photo of on Deviantart, and later showed up for sale on Etsy. It was super expensive and I remember wanting it, but I couldn’t be jealous because I know I was super lucky to even see the thing in real life!

On the second day, I met a sweet little girl who seemed to think I was the real Spinel. She drew me a picture of Baby Spinel, and I gave her my drawing of Baby Spinel which I’d made earlier that day in the quiet room. Later on, one of the convention organizers was holding a game session, and this kid crushed me in a round of Gem Gem Clod... which is Duck Duck Goose, but better. Note to self: playing games that involve running when wearing pink high heeled boots probably isn’t gonna go well!

After some games, we made some meep morps. Somebody started a trend of drawing Lion on the little canvases we were given, but my Lion wasn’t coming out quite right, so after I finished drawing his head I just. put it on one single leg. You’ve heard of Leg Pearl, now get ready for Leg Lion. I was super happy about that too because I made everybody laugh.

Once we ran out of canvases, the organizer offered to take polaroids of some of us, so now me and this adorable little kid had matching photos, which we put in tiny pink frames and put a Spinel gem on each.

oh also! the game organizer had a tattoo on their leg of a bunch of anime characters, mainly the cute “squad mascot” archetype. There was Hawk, Happy, a few other characters, and Keroro! I totally freaked out over Keroro because it’s a relatively obscure series, and it was the first show that really got me into anime! I’ve always loved things like Pokemon and Naruto, but Keroro Gunso was my gateway to the anime community as a whole.

At around noon, I spent a little more time in the room where the games were held, which had some board games of its own, books, and art supplies and overall functioned as just a room to hang out in. There I met a Pink Diamond cosplayer in a pink schoolgirl uniform and an Uravity hat (really cute outfit!), and a goth Spinel cosplayer. The Pink Diamond cosplayer was a great artist and drew a really cute magical girl Steven. These 2 people also taught me what a vsco girl was when they were joking about the fact that Pink Diamond would totally be one. I was super confused but it was really funny after they explained it.

There was a cosplay fashion show much later in the day and I made friends with a Ruby and Sapphire while sitting in line. They were a couple irl and went on stage together and they were adorable! They were also both Hazbin Hotel and Harry Potter fans, so we had a lot to talk about. We kept talking while we waited in line for the Sadie Killer and the Suspects concert too, and a few other people joined us. I’d only just met these people but I really felt surrounded by friends.

Earlier in the day, while I was waiting in line to meet Kinetic Cosplay, I ran into an amazing Sour Cream and Buck Dewey. I got their photo, only to later see them on stage as a part of the real life Sadie Killer and the Suspects. Jenny Pizza was also on stage, but I didn’t see her before that.

While the convention was great, something also happened that scared the hell out of me. At NYCC just last month, I bought some very tiny stickers, one of which was Froppy from BHNA. When I got home and unpacked, it was gone. I thought maybe it fell into the fabric of my backpack, and if it did, there was really no way to retrieve it unless it decided to fall out again. However at the convention... I was at the registration table, decorating my con badge. I pick up my phone, and suddenly the Froppy sticker falls out of nowhere. It looked like it came from the phone, but I can’t imagine where it would have fit and gotten stuck. It kinda just fell out of the void. Either way I’m glad to have it back.

Lets see... I also got some pictures of the real life Mr. Universe van... and later on I ran into the owner of the van in full Mr. Universe gear.

The Garnet cosplayer was Cotton Candy garnet on the second day and I still can’t get over how sweet and nice they were.

There were some family cosplays. On the first day I saw a Yellowtail carrying a baby doll dressed as Onion, and then on the second day the same person was with a Vidalia cosplayer, and an actual child dressed as Onion.

There were also a pair of parents dressed as Connie’s mom and dad, and their kid dressed as Connie.

On the first day there was a Mr. Smiley which was super cool and unexpected, and then on the second day they were Bismuth. There were actually 3 Bismuths in total at the con which was surprising because that wig looks super difficult to make. Anyone who can pull that off is amazing!

The last day only went on until about noon, but my flight didn’t leave until the next day. I didn’t book my hotel room for that night because I wanted extra time in case I got lost on the way to the airport. Turned out there were free shuttles. I ended up in the same shuttle as that Pink Diamond cosplayer and her dad, and she showed me this adorable RPG game app called Wholesome Cats. We took some snapchats together and now I know what I’d look like as a boy...

Since there was a shuttle to the airport, that meant I was super early for my flight. Super early as in, almost 12 hours early. After going through security, I was planning to just sleep at the gate, but my gate number wasn’t on the screen. So I asked an airport employee, and he told me that I wasn’t even supposed to be let through security until the next day, which was when my gate number was supposed to show up... whoops. It wasn’t so bad though, either way I’d just be hanging out at the airport for the night. I decided not to sleep though, just in case. It felt weird late at night, when the airport was more or less completely empty. It was so nice and quiet, and the Starbucks was still open so I had a super yummy dinner of pumpkin bread and cheese danishes.

I think that’s about it? If you wanna see pictures, I’ll be posting them all to a public album on Gnomie Leviton on Facebook, and I’ll also select a special few to post on QueenGnomie on Instagram.

If you add me on FB please tell me your url! I only add people who I've talked to before.

In conclusion!

This was by far my favorite convention I’ve ever been to, because you could literally just go up to someone, start talking, and you’d immediately have an awesome new friend. I’ve never been to a con before where every single person was so approachable. It really felt like everybody there was one big family. I already have a potential roommate for next year, so I really hope to get back on my feet soon so I can go!

[minijenn]

The Answer Preview

Ahhhh boy time to show off a glimpse of my incredibly awkward mashup of the Answer and Steven’s Birthday imo my anxiety is through the roof cause of this chapter but whatever I still gotta get back into the swing of things when writing UF so here’s some cute shit or whatever fluff is all I seem to fucking know how to do anymore in UF laksdjalsjdlaksjdlkda

While the barn had recently been designated as a “drill work zone”, an air of clear festivity hung over it today as the Gems busied themselves decorating for the upcoming party. Balloons had been blown, streamers streamed, and even a banner hung, all to celebrate their youngest member’s birthday. It was a party that had been in the planning stages for weeks now, and even though everyone had taken up shop at the barn to work on the drill, it was a party that they had no intentions of canceling or rescheduling despite its newfound off venue.

“I can’t believe its finally my birthday,” Steven noted to the Gems as he helped Amethyst tie up a handful of balloons. “You’re sure its ok that we’re taking a break from the drill like this?”

“It’s fine,” Pearl assured as she tied a colorful ribbon to the barn’s entrance. “Peridot will keep us on schedule.”

“Yo, Peri!” Amethyst called over to the green Gem as she passed by, clipboard in hand. “You sure you don’t wanna get in on all this?” At this, the purple Gem inflated a green, triangular balloon, only to fill it with too much air to the point of it inevitably popping. Peridot simply sent her an unamused scowl before she headed back into the barn to continue working on the drill.

“We should celebrate our progress,” Garnet said as she placed an affirming hand on Steven’s shoulder. “We should celebrate your progress. You’ve grown a lot this year.”

“He certainly has,” Pearl agreed with a proud grin.

“Yeah…” Steven said, initially not completely convinced until he realized just how much had happened over the past several months alone. Both good and bad, everything he’d been through over the course of the summer seemed to be a growing experience in some way, shape or form, and that indeed, was something to be proud of. ‘’Yeah, I guess so!”

This exchange was soon interupted, however, but the sound of an incoming car horn. Sure enough, a familiar red car pulled onto the scene, one that Steven didn’t hesitate to run over to as soon as it came to a stop near the barn. “Dipper! Mabel!” the young Gem exclaimed happily, pulling both twins into a tight hug the moment they stepped out of the car. “I’m so glad you guys could make it!”

“Well, of course, we made it, Steven,” Dipper laughed as their embrace disbanded. “We already told you yesterday that there was no way we were gonna miss out on your birthday party.”

“Speaking of which…” Mabel’s already abundant smile widened as both her and Dipper presented what they were each holding behind their backs to the young Gem.

“Happy birthday, Steven!” the twins exclaimed in bright unison as they offered up their gifts.

“Aw, you guys!” Steven gushed, stars in his eyes as he took Mabel’s wrapped present first. “You shouldn’t have! And—OH MY GOSH THIS IS AMAZING!” The young Gem’s jaw dropped as he pulled an unmistakably pink stuffed lion out of the box. It was small, yet soft and plus, carefully knitted with almost fuzzy pastel yarn meant to mimic Lion’s own fur.

“Yes! I knew you’d love it!” Mabel exclaimed excitedly. “I knitted that baby up myself. It was my first time sewing up an actual plushie, and it was kinda tricky, but it was more than worth it for you, Steven.”

“Then I’ll treasure it always,” Steven smiled, hugging the plushie close. “Just as much as the real Lion!”

The trio got a good mutual chuckle out of this before the young Gem opened up Dipper’s present next, one that delighted him every bit as Mabel’s. “No way…” Steven gasped, awestruck as he flipped through the small, yet expertly-bound notebook. ‘Dipper, is… is this?”

“Yeah, its… kind of a guidebook to all things Gem-related?” Dipper shrugged with a bit of a flustered grin. “All of the Gem stuff you have to deal with all the time can get… kind of confusing sometimes, I get that, so I just took all of the notes about Gems and everything even remotely related to them from the journal and summed it all up for you in there. Maybe it might end up coming in handy for you someday. Who knows?”

“Are you kidding? Of course this will come in handy!” Steven grinned. “And did you draw all these pictures in here yourself?” Though still somewhat embarrassed by his rather humble present overall, Dipper nodded. “Then that makes it even more special!” the young Gem said readily. “Thanks so much, both of you! These are some of the best birthday presents I’ve ever gotten, hands down!”

“Pfft, seriously, kid?” Stan interupted as he lightly shoved his nibblings aside. “What these two pipsqueaks got you is small-time birthday material. Get a load of this!” The conman presented the young Gem with a rather haphazardly-made card, one that he took and looked over with apt curiosity. “Now, don’t say I never got ya anything, ok?”

“Oh my gosh!” Steven exclaimed as he pulled out the small, crumpled piece of paper stashed away inside of the card. “Is this what I think it is?”

“You better believe it is,” Stan smirked knowingly. “That’s a 100% official coupon for 5% off anything in the Mystery Shack. And by anything I mean anything in the clearance section. And by clearance section I mean that dusty old box that sits in the corner full of busted-up merch that I can’t seem to give away to most folks.”

“Whoa, a whole 5% off!” the young Gem said, duly impressed with the rather unimpressive gift. “I’ve had my eye on that cracked snow globe in the clearance section for a super long time, so this is just perfect! Thanks, Mr. Pines!”

“Heh, don’t mention it,” Stan crossed his arms, proud of his measly present.

“Oh, honestly, Stanley, you couldn’t have even bothered to get the boy an actual gift?” Ford asked with a huff as he joined the group. “Well, I suppose my present will just have to make up for your lousy one. Happy birthday, Steven,” the author’s scowl turned to a smile as he presented the young Gem another wrapped box. Steven was absolutely stunned by the small, yet beautiful spyglass contained within, one that was simple, yet classic in design, and absolutely pristine in every way. “I must admit that I’m not… particularly well-versed in what the ‘youths’ are into nowadays, but Pearl did tell me that you enjoy stargazing every now and then, so I figured one of my own prized spyglasses from back in the day would be suitable enough of a gift.”

“Oh, its more than suitable, Mr. Ford,” Steven quipped as he already began to put the spyglass into use by glancing around with it. “Its amazing! I can use this thing to look at so many stars even from so far away! Its like tiny telescope, I love it!”

“Hm, well, thank you, my boy,” Ford grinned warmly before sending his brother a brief triumphant grin. “It certainly tops a mere coupon after all.”

[delicrieux]

lowkey jealous [ eggsy x reader ]

warnings: chavs, cussing

words: 1914 (oops)

prompt:  May I request an imagine for Eggsy Unwin from Kingsman? Preferably before he was recruited into kingsman and he was living with his mum. Could it be where him and the reader are friends and are deeply in love with each other but don’t want to say. Eggsy takes the reader to a club for a night out and he gets extremely jealous because other men try it on with Y/N, leading him to tell her how he feels? Sorry it’s a bit vague. I absolutely adore your writing and I love you ❤️ (anon)

a/n: anyone know kelly from misfits???? it’s her!!

MASTERLIST KO-FI.

“Oh c’mon, (Name),” Her hand lands on your naked knee and squeezes reassuringly. “One smoke, yea? Nothin’ will happen from one bloody smoke, promise.”

Underground rave clubs are not exactly your favorite, but you suppose they do have their own kind of charm, and this one specifically called ‘Hive’ is the closest to your neighborhood so your good Christian mother can be sure her daughter is at the very least close by. The walls are littered with graffiti, sticky from smoke and sweat as the deafening chatter and booms of music rattle your bones and eardrums before you actually get used to it. Smoke. So much pink and neon smoke, bright lights that create mirages on the ceiling and on people’s skin. Girls trot around either with dresses barely covering their Gucci coochies or wearing a simple shirt and trousers not giving a single fuck about how they look. One cannot even reach the bar at this point – it’s merely a crowd of unruly teens and young adults that want either what’s on the counter or what’s below it.

You sit in one of the quieter corners of the Hive, eye the dancing crowd and grip your drink in your hand tightly. Your friend with hoop earrings and a dress that reveals too much for such cold weather, Kelly, squeezes your knee again and tries to catch your gaze. You avoid it. You try to avoid her, too. Not that you don’t fancy her company, you do, really – the two of you have been friends since middle school and she is the influence of every bad decision you have ever made (and you are immensely grateful for that) – but you came here with Eggsy and he had gone to the loo about twenty minutes ago. Perhaps if he was simply one of your guy friends you hung out with at times, this would not be a problem. But life has a funny way of fucking you over, and now you sit on a plushy couch that no doubt some high couple screwed in, imagining how your crush is receiving a blowjob from some random girl in the men’s bathroom.

“I’m not in the mood, Kelly.” You tell her. She, however, doesn’t even plan on backing off. Her eyes trail your somewhat sad face and then shoot to the ground of happy people. She notes some chick’s making out in the crowd, evaluates the situation before turning back to you.

“Listen, yea? He’s a fokin’ prick. He invited you, yea? And where’s he now? Hmm? Hmm?” Finally, your eyes meet and your throat squeezes tightly, “He’s a fockin’ loser, I told you, yea? What did I say when I first saw him? Git. Now I’m not gonna sit here and watch you start crying over Eggsy fokin’ Unwin.” Her hand leaves your skin to take out a lighter and a pearl white cigarette from her purse. She offers one to you, “I have somethin’ stronga’ if you wanna.”

“No, no…” You shake your head to emphasize, “Listen, yea? If you see ‘im, tell ‘im to—“ Before you could finish someone slid into the seat next to you and you immediately snapped your head to the side. With a happy jump you recognized the figure to be male – Eggsy?! – but soon your hopes are crushed, almost like the time when you realized this wasn’t a date, merely a friendly outing. An unnamed chav took a seat by Kelly too, except she looks way more open to the idea of possibly making-out. Kelly’s Chav slides a hand over her shoulder and whispers something in her ear, she laughs and smacks him playfully before taking a puff of her cigarette. The one next to you is much more gentleman like – minds his distance, appears just as uncomfortable in this situation as you do, but you know people like him. They only appear friendly and harmless, when in reality, when you glanced up at him you saw nothing but pure hunger in his eyes as he appreciated the curves of your body with notable awe.

“Wassyoname, love?” He leans in so you could hear him better.

“Good.” You state, grabbing your purse, “Last name Bye. Now excuse me while I kindly fuck right off.” You say and stand, having had completely enough of everyone’s bullshit today. Mostly Eggsy’s, though. Yeah, definitely Eggsy’s.

“Oi, (Name), where the fuck are ya’ goin’?” Kelly calls after you. Your chav stands up to follow; his fingers grasp your hand and with a harmless laugh he turns you around to face him.

“Woah woah,” He says. You try to jerk your arm away from him but he doesn’t let go, “I was only goin’ to offa’ you a drink, love.”

“Take your hands off her before I fucking break them.”

You almost wanted to scream his name right there and them, from joy of course, but then you recalled how he basically left you on your own with Kelly so you frown instead. Your chav’s interest shoots over your head to glare at the slightly shorter pottymouthed boy your age. He pushes you out the way, and doesn’t do so gently either; you stumble to the side and nearly plop back down on the couch.

“Yea, and who the fuck are you?” The chav inquires.

Eggsy doesn’t back down. His face distorts into anger and in the dark room with such violent lights he appears even scarier, “Her fucking boyfriend, bruv, so I suggest leaving before I make you.” With an easy motion Eggsy’s palms ram into the chav’s chest and push him. The chav takes a step back.

“You wanna fokin’ go, kid?”

“Eggsy.” You call him, but it falls on deaf ears. Kelly’s chav stands up, cracking his knuckles. This is a situation you have been plenty of times, namely because of Kelly, but this is the first time you see Eggsy so genuinely pissed off—

Wait. You blink. The world stops for a split second along with your heart; the music drowns and becomes a distorted beat, the lights glimmer brilliantly as Eggsy raises his fist, ready to plant it straight into that dickheads face before kicking his friend in the shin. Did Eggsy say…That he’s your BOYFRIEND?! The world falls into motion and you release a scream when Eggsy does punch the chav and kick his friend and the two tumble.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Egi?!” Kelly screams. Eggsy looks at you whilst the chav’s collect themselves and their pride from the dirty floor. Hurriedly, and making sure to hold your purse tightly, you sprint forward, grab him by the hand and bolt into the dancing crowd that welcome you with open arms. Hot. Unbelievably hot and at least nine people are squeezing you from all sides. You try to move forward but it’s hard to push through; you hear shouts somewhere behind you and you pale in horror, quickening your step and praying that no one will accidentally grind on you, or vice versa. Eggsy’s hands land on your waist and you feel his chest on your back, his breath on the side of your neck as he gives you a gentle push forward to keep you moving. Scratch that, perhaps grinding on him specifically wouldn’t be the worst idea. If you weren’t scared shitless that some arseface will pull a knife on him, you’d probably be turned on.

Thanks to Eggsy’s tactical maneuvering skills, you are finally able to take a deep breath of fresh air as the metal door of the club shuts behind the two of you. With the back of your hand you wipe the sweat from your forehead and the arch of your brow. Eggsy seems in a similar shape. Once your eyes connect he grins cheekily, no doubt recalling how skillfully he knocked that loser out. Cigarette smoke greats your nostrils and you are reminded that you’re still in a danger zone. With a tired huff you shake your head; Eggsy releases a dry chuckle and his arm snakes around your waist. With that, the two of you turn to the direction of your house and start pacing.

It’s silent for a short while, at least until the club is in a safe distance and your thoughts of how nice his muscles are and how he referred to himself as your significant other takeover. You suddenly turn to him. Curious, he asks “You alright, (Name)? That dickhead didn’t touch you, did he?” His first worried tone turns harsher as it springs with anger.

“What? No, no, I just…” You stop walking. Confused, he stops too. “Where the fuck were you? Like, you disappeared for almost an hour…”

“Oh…” He blinks, “About that…” He scratches the back of his head and your heart tumbles to the pit in your abdomen, “My mate Charlie was thowin’ up all over the bathroom floor. Tried to help the bastard.”

“Oh.” Is all you can utter. You bite your lower lip and conveniently don’t notice as he laser focuses on it. Well, BJ’s were within the realm of possibility; after all, Eggsy’s a really good looking guy. “Well,” you finally squeeze out, “thanks for saving me, or whatever…”

He smiles, a smile that gushes with pride, “Anythin’ for you, love.”

“Anything?”

You never thought you’d see the day when Eggsy Unwin is thrown off by something you had said; his expression stiffens, that cocky smile fades as he stares at you hard, unwilling to say anything even if he wants to or not. You gulp. The air feels hot again, hot in ripples that splash on your skin. The growing urgency for action – either to say something or do something – is becoming almost impossible to subdue and you start getting anxious. You hadn’t expected your question to be met with such stunned silence. Eggsy finally catches himself, the wolfish grin returns to his face and he ticks his head to the side, “That’s right.” He says, making sure to look you directly in the eyes, “Anythin’.”

“As like, in a friend way—“

“Do I look like a fucking friend to you, love?” He cuts you off, “What am I? Kelly?”

Still unsure, you let a hopeful smile slip on your face. “Then-“

“Honestly, (Name).” He leans in - “’Thought it was pretty obvious.” – and finishes with a kiss that tastes somewhat of alcohol and mint bubble gum. You respond without a second thought; the whole world fades into the back of your mind as the only thing real is him. His touch. His scent. His hands roam around your body, unable to stay at the same place for too long as if afraid he won’t have enough time to map out your skin perfectly. The kiss loses whatever innocence it had, if any, and turns raw and passionate and you realize this was the kind of kiss you could tell no one about. The kind of kiss that made you realize that you were never so happy in your life.

When you do part for air – it is you mostly gasping and your fingers pulling playfully on his hair, - in a raspy voice you ask, “Is your mum home?”

His iris, dark and subdued with hunger, searches your face for a lie before a smirk pulls on the corner of his lip and he replies, “No. Why? Plans of stopping by?”

“Do you like sleepovers?”

“Only if you’re the one sleepin’ over.”

requests are open!

[kentuckywrites]

It’s a Miran Christmas, Santago!

Merry Christmas, Pongo.

December 24th. 5:36 PM.

Another successful year had passed for the human race. It seemed like so long ago that they had landed on Mira with no inkling as to what their future would hold. But two years later, humanity was thriving. The Lifehold Core had been restored, humans and xenoforms were interacting peacefully, and there were few run ins with the Ganglion. Humanity had much to be grateful for.

And there was no better time to celebrate that gratefulness than during Christmas. The excitement for the holiday was most certainly in the air. Humans, Ma-nons, Nopons, Orpheans, Prones of all standings were gathered in the commercial district for their last minute shopping. This was a time to celebrate each other, to recognize all that they’d done to keep their city safe.

In the administrative district, the festivities hadn’t yet begun. BLADEs were still BLADEs, and they had jobs to do. Elma understood perfectly well that, despite it being a holiday, there were plenty of things that needed to be taken care of. The Ganglion would never take a vacation, so she wouldn’t either. However, today was her lucky day. There were hardly any missions available; it would seem that every hostile threat had taken the day off too. So she decided to visit Lin, who was most likely preparing dinner for the night.

And she was right. Elma stepped into the barracks and smiled upon smelling Lin’s special concoction of the night: chicken pot pie. She recalled that it was Pongo’s favorite and wondered if the raven haired Interceptor was here. As she walked into the kitchen, she asked Lin about him.

“I thought I smelled chicken pot pie. Is a certain someone here to enjoy it?”

Lin, who was standing near the fridge, turned to face her. Tatsu bounced up and down on the counter beside her. “You bet! He’s in his room getting settled in. He’s staying with us for the holidays!”

Elma chuckled. “That’s good to hear. I’m going to go say hello.”

She nodded and got back to her work while Elma went around the kitchen. Their sleeping quarters were linked to the holofigure room. Pongo’s holofigures were still on display: three chimeras that were each named Lugalbanda, a man in light Skell wear standing over some stuffed lobsters, and a shirtless flexing H.B.. She didn’t understand the last one, but it was Pongo. He couldn’t be understood, sometimes.

Elma opened the yellow door leading into their sleeping quarters. Inside there was only one light on, but it was enough to brighten the room. There were three beds, one of which was a bunk bed. Elma had the pleasure of claiming the single bed while Lin and Pongo got the top and bottom bunks, respectively. Pongo was lying down on his bed, back faced towards her. She frowned as she realized he was mumbling something and decided to listen to what she could hear.

“What would he want...he has way too many golden Ares, I doubt he wants another...would he? It has to be something he really wants, something physical - money? He has a lot of that too, plus it is not genuine enough…”

Elma grinned softly. Already she knew exactly what he was up to. This would be his second year masquerading as Santa Claus. It was sweet of him to want to gift the entire human race, but with the addition of several xenoform races to the city, she wasn’t sure how he would pull it off this year.

She closed the door behind her. “Planning for this Christmas, Santa?”

Pongo rolled over, his grin getting wider. “Elma!!”

He stood himself up and jumped over to hug her. His embrace was warm and calming; Elma found herself hugging back almost as soon as his arms were around her. As he stepped back - all too soon, she thought - Pongo folded his hands in front of him. “I mean, ah...well, yes! The list of gifts to get is almost done, just have a few I need to think on. I want all these presents to be as genuine as the ones from last year!”

“It always amazes me how you know what makes people happy.” Elma commented. “Just make sure you leave some time for yourself too, okay? No doubt you’ll be tired after gifting everyone.”

Pongo raised an eyebrow. “Time for myself? I do not think that is possible. More people in the city means more time spent delivering gifts. Besides, I want to work to make everyone else happy. If that means sacrificing my own time, my own happiness? Well, that is fine by me.”

Elma’s smile turned sad. He did this to himself last year too. It couldn’t be considered fair, how Pongo put aside his own wants and needs for others expecting nothing in return. Sure, Santa always did that. But, as much as it was fun to believe, Pongo wasn’t Santa. He was a human, a BLADE, that deserved a little recognition for his hard work.

It was in that moment that she thought of a grand idea. She knew exactly how to give back to him. It would take a good amount of planning, but it would all be to thank him for being - well, Pongo. For now, she folded her arms across her chest and said, “If you’re okay, then I won’t question it further. I trust you to at least get some coffee to keep you going.”

Pongo nodded a few times. “The new Christmas cookie latte came out yesterday and it has basically been integrated into my bloodstream.”

Elma laughed at that. “Alright. And if you need help with that list of yours, let me know. I can ask around for whoever you need.”

He put a hand to his chin in thought. “Well, actually...do you know Sydney?”

“Unfortunately.”

“What do you think he would want?”

“Something gold, I would assume. The man cherishes himself and his money more than anything.”

That response made Pongo look down. It wasn't too hard for Elma to notice after knowing him, watching him, for this long. There weren’t many times where Pongo was disappointed, but now was one of those times.

“I will come up with something.” He simply told her. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Lin is making you some chicken pot pie, by the way.” Elma said as she placed a loose strand of crystallized hair behind her ear.

Pongo’s smile went wide. “She is?! Oh my goodness I love chicken pot pie!!”

“She knows! And it smelled like it was almost done when I walked in, so come out soon. Otherwise…” She smiled mischievously. “I’ll have a few extra helpings.”

“You would not dare.”

Elma turned around and started to head out. Ever since she started to get to know Pongo, she felt more comfortable making small jokes. He had brought out a side in her that she wasn’t used to, but she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed it. She just felt comfortable with him.

As Elma left the room and entered the kitchen, Lin met her gaze. “It’s almost ready! Is he coming out?”

“Not yet.” Elma answered. “He has some...work to finish.”

It occurred to her that she should tell Lin about her plan. Lin and Pongo were like siblings - they could tell each other anything, they brought out the best in each other. Nothing could ever break the two of them apart. It was only fair that she tell Lin about what she had in mind, but how could she tell her without spoiling the great Christmas secret - that Santa wasn’t real?

“Hey, Lin?”

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“I want to do something special for Pongo this Christmas.”

Lin raised an eyebrow. “Did you have something in mind?”

Elma let out a small breath. “He doesn’t want anything for Christmas. I don’t have to ask him to know that. He’ll just want to see everyone happy.”

“Sounds right,” She nodded, “Pongo never wanted anything physical except for his hug stand.”

“So what if we gave him a different sort of gift? One that wasn’t necessarily physical?” Elma suggested.

“I don’t think I’m following.”

“I want to get all his friends together. Irina, Gwin, Doug, L, everyone, for a Christmas gathering in his honor. I want to give him the best present of all: family.”

Lin grinned softly. “That’s a great idea. Like a surprise party, except Christmas!”

“Exactly.” Elma said as she took a seat at the bar, her arms resting on the surface of the countertop. “But we have to do this quickly. Once he’s out working, we’ll spend some of tonight decorating the barracks and getting his friends here. No doubt he’ll be surprised once he gets here.”

“All in one night?!” Lin exclaimed, “How on Mira are we gonna get everything prepared so fast?!”

She had a point. Lin would want to go to sleep so Santa could bring her presents, so they would have less than the full night to prepare everything. And what if Pongo’s friends already had plans? There were too many things to consider.

But in the end, Elma simply smiled to herself and told the young Outfitter, “If Santa can deliver gifts to an entire city in one night, we can decorate the barracks in a night too.”

~

December 24th. 10:06 PM.

“Go over the list one more time.”

On top of BLADE Tower, Pongo paced back and forth in front of his Skell, a Lailah Queen named Eros. L stood before him dressed in an evergreen colored elf costume, complete with a vest, red bell shoes, and a hat with a pom pom on the end. Normally the lack of pants that accompanied the elf costume would make Pongo flustered, but tonight he didn’t pay L’s spandex any mind. He was stressed enough as it was.

“This is the third time we’ve read aloud the list of gifts,” L told him, “We believed Sandy Claws only read this list twice?”

“I just want to make sure I got everyone,” Pongo explained, “I would hate to miss someone. Everyone has been so nice this year, they deserve to get presents.”

“Alright, then. Ready, my comrade?”

“Right, yeah.”

L took a deep breath and scanned over the list. The paper was rolled up at his feet; it was long and they wouldn’t have time to read it again.

“New earrings for Rosetta.”

“Got her pearl studs.”

“An Ovis plushie for Christie.”

“They were thirty percent off at the toy store, got it.”

“Cool rocks for Meep.”

“I collected some myself.”

“For Astra, new clothes.”

“I got her a dress. Red and black and strapless to show off her arms.”

“A new guitar for Sunel.”

“Got him a new Fender, cherry red.”

“Art supplies for Danny.”

“Got him a mix of paintbrushes and pencils and a new sketchbook and paints.”

“Schwarzer, snow.”

Pongo grimaced at that one. “Gosh that was tricky. He said he wanted to see snow so I got him a snow making machine. Do you think that will be enough?!”

“Not to sound brash, but you have asked us this question three times. Each time we have told you it will be more than enough.”

Pongo sighed. “If you think so...alright, keep going.”

“A telescope and Miran star map for Orion.”

“She loves the stars. I got her both of them.”

“Nice flowers for Reyne.”

“Got a good assortment out on the field. I hope they are not allergic to any of them…”

“For Blue you put anything?”

“Scrap metals. He likes eating it for...some...reason.”

“Well then...a new camera for Scarlen.”

“He wants to take pictures of his friends! Got him a high definition one.”

“A new leather jacket for Sergio.”

“Got him a nice one. Hopefully he likes it enough to not launch me into Mount M’Gando again.”

“New sheet music for Cain.”

“Night on Bald Mountain. A classic on Earth, really long, really cool sounding.”

“Teddy bear for Athena.”

“She wanted one like what she had on Earth. I think I got one in its likeness.”

“A left handed guitar for Thorne.”

“Gosh those are hard to find! But I got one, I hope he likes it.”

“New tea ingredients for Draco.”

“Done and done. He loves making new blends so I got him some sona herbs and muneria flowers, hopefully they work out.”

And so the list went on, and on, and on. Pongo didn’t realize how long it had taken to get through it until he looked down at his comm device and saw that a full half an hour had passed. And L was still reading.

“Last one. Sydney.”

Pongo bit his lip. “Right…I know what I will do. But I can...I can skip him for now. This has to be done in person, while he is awake.”

L looked confused, but he simply nodded. “We understand. Now, minutes are being thrown into the disposal! Hurry, Pongo!”

Pongo smirked as he turned towards his Skell. On its back hung a large Dunlap bag, identical to the ones he’d seen in all the depictions of Santa Claus. He was even wearing a close resemblance to his outfit, a red and white furry suit complete with the trademarked Santa hat. No beard for this year, though. Pongo didn’t think a white beard would go well with his black hair.

“Alright, L’Cirufe. I wish you a Merry Christmas. Thank you again for your help!” Pongo called out to him as he stepped into the cockpit of Eros, sat down, and started the engines. The purple lights flickered on and in moments Eros had taken flight, off to its first destination. The night would be long, but it would all be worthwhile to see the city full of smiles and happiness.

~

December 25th. 8:24 AM.

Pongo had done it. Every present had been delivered, all in one night. Eros was low on fuel after so much flying, so he had driven it to his own barracks to get it filled back up. It felt weird, knowing that it was powered with the same stuff he was made of. Miranium really was a miracle mineral.

After changing out of his costume and into warm winter clothes, he turned to leave the garage. He was walking out when he heard someone call his name. Turning his head he saw Elma waving over to him. Already he was smiling, and upon seeing her he smiled even wider. They met up in front of the door to the barracks.

“Elma, hey! Happy Crisis - I mean CHRISTMAS!” Pongo said.

She giggled. “Merry Christmas. I only wish it was snowing.”

“It might later tonight. I will see what I can do.”

Hearing that, Pongo noticed her grin started to disappear. “You can’t control the weather Pongo. Even if you could, you’ve done a lot for the city already.”

He understood where she was coming from, to an extent. But there were still ways of making people happy and he would find out what to do, no matter what the cost.

“So...how did you like your gift?” Pongo asked innocently. He knew that Elma had wanted a simple necklace that they’d seen in the window of a shop. It had a small purple gem in the middle that shone in the same manner that her hair did when it caught rays of sunlight. It wasn’t cheap, but it didn’t stop him from buying it the day after their trip to the commercial district.

Elma’s grin returned. “It was beautiful. It’s a Christmas miracle that Santa was able to get it.”

Pongo chuckled awkwardly. “Right. Christmas miracle.”

“Such a shame, though. Santa never gave himself any presents back on Earth, even though he worked so hard.”

“He did what he did for the sake of others, right? That has to be a gift in its own sense.”

“Either way, I decided this year would be different. I’d like to thank Santa for giving to all the people in NLA.”

Pongo frowned. “Elma, you really do not have to -”

“But I do.” She interrupted. “Follow me. Your gift is in the barracks.”

He was hesitant, but in the end he decided to follow Elma inside out of pure curiosity. He had never expected anything in return for his actions - hell, even if it wasn’t Christmas he would think the same way. But if she truly had something for him, then he would be rude to turn it down.

Elma opened the door to the barracks and the first thing Pongo noticed was that all the lights inside were off. He stepped inside and let the door slide shut behind him, hand cautiously sticking to the railing to his right. “Um, Elma? Why are all the lights off?”

“You’ll see.” Was all Elma said.

She found the light switch and flipped it on. Almost immediately a chorus of voices yelled, “MERRY CHRISTMAS PONGO!!” - which scared the living heck out of Pongo, who jumped up in surprise. As he focused more on the scene he realized that the barracks was decorated head to toe in Christmas decor. Lights hung from every part of the ceiling, wreaths hung on the walls, he could even see a mistletoe near the mission debriefing console. But above all else, what he saw were his friends, all smiling and laughing as they watched his reaction.

No doubt Pongo was shocked. He was only capable of standing there, mouth open with no words coming out. Elma turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“The best gift I could think of was family. You deserve to spend the day with them - with us. It was the least we could do to show our appreciation for you.”

Pongo continued to stare at them, at a complete loss for words. They were all here...for him? To celebrate him? But that wasn’t what Christmas was about!

...no. He realized it now. They were trying to celebrate family. And he was just as much their family as they were his. They had all come together not for the presents, but to be together. That was the greatest present of all.

And they were giving it to him.

Pongo clutched his heart; the tears were already streaming down his cheeks. His smile was wavering because there were so many emotions flooding his system all at once. “Y-You guys…” He stammered. “I...t-thank you…”

“No, Pongo.” Elma said. “Thank you.”

~

December 25th. 6:17 PM.

The celebration was long over. Pongo had enjoyed his time with his friends - no, his family - until the very last minute. He had forgotten how long it had been since he’d gotten to see them all.

So he stood atop BLADE Tower now, staring down at the city he was proud to call home. The first snow flurries had begun to fall, and he stuck out his tongue to catch some of the stray snowflakes. As one hit his tongue it melted almost instantly, but it was refreshing, even if for just a moment.

The year had been a good one. Pongo closed his eyes as he recalled how many adventures he’d been on, how many friends he’d made. He had overcome his fears, gained a little confidence, gotten to try new things and see new places. He had loved, he had hated, he had been victorious, he had fallen. And no matter how many bad memories resurfaced, the good ones always triumphed over them.

Wasn’t that the way of life? There would always be high moments and low. There would always be times that he felt like he couldn’t go on. There would always be times that he’d feel so close to dying, and times that he wished death would come to him because it would end the pain. But those moments were in the past. He had overcome them. His friends had stood by his side and helped him up every time he was on his knees. He stood for them, and they stood for him. Pongo was so grateful to know them all, and he had confidence in saying that they were his family.

His eyes opened. He spoke, and his words rang out over the city.

“Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night.”

[definitelyameatbag]

Meet the Roommates 2/2

Another chapter for the college AU by @drawbauchery!

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The inside of the spaceship looked truly awful, painted cardboard and tinfoil decorating the one or two boards of flashing lights they had. One of the men in silver jumpsuits was moving his hands around a ‘free-motion interface’, which helpfully saved on having to build or buy a control console.

“Gorgak, you must come here.”

“I don’t wanna play House anymore, I wanna play Fireman!”, whined Perri beside Bell, turning her already nasally voice to eleven.

The camera cut to a closeup of another, equally stone-faced man in a silver jumpsuit, square-jawed and gelled black hair, who managed to visibly move about two muscles on his face.

“The Earthlings approach the satellite. They do not sense danger. They are as foolish as they are primitive.”

Pearl dropped a few octaves to match the voice of the dub. “Hello. I am Peter Graves, and I am from the planet of Minnesota.”

Perri giggled, before taking a gulp from her hot chocolate. She turned to Bell and whispered, “You ok, Bell? You’ve been pretty quiet.”

Bell shifted up closer to Perri. “It’s alright, Perri, I’m just tired. I should’ve gotten some tea when they did nothing but fumble about in that forest for ten minutes.”

Perri cringed in pain, “God, don’t remind me. That was just unsalvageable.”

Bell snorted, “Well, seeing you lose your marbles helped get me through it.”

Perri flushed red with an angry frown, but it quickly turned into a smile. “Well, however I might be of help.” She took another sip, and set her chocolate on the table. “Listen, Bell, I wanted to tell you--”

“Exterminate! Exterminate!”, yelled Yana, her legs dangling over the arm of her chair. Bell and Perri looked back at the TV, the ‘aliens’ having donned something embarrassingly close to white gimp masks.

“Surely, it’s the Cybermen they remind you of?”, questioned Pearl.

“Bah!”, exclaimed Yana, “Nerds!”

“Anyway...”, continued Perri, “I just wanted to say that I really appreciate that moment in the library.”, she blushed even redder and started fidgeting with her hands.”

Bell placed a hand on Perri’s shoulder, “Ah, Perri, there’s no need, sure anyone would’ve done the same thing.”

Perri snorted. “Umm, yeah. Well, I’m not the most graceful person, I fell over plenty of times both as a kid and growing up. Especially when I--” she laughed to herself, “I had these paint cans that I would wear as stilts to try and be ‘taller’. Those led to a lot of cuts and bruises. And mamma and pappa, they...”, she scratched her arm, “They said early on that they didn’t want to teach me that cuts and bruises means hugs and attention, so...”, she looked up into Bells eyes, “I can’t really remember someone doing that for me.”

Bell pondered on what she saw in those big eyes. Gratitude. Pleading. She looked down, and reached for Perri’s right hand, sandwiching it between her own and bringing it up to heart-level. “Then I’m happy to provide that memory, Perri.”

They heard a snort come from Pearl, and they saw that the scene had changed, to the white-suited jerk from the club scene before, walking down a very, very long hotel corridor. Pearl spoke to the beat of his stride. “Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I’m a womans man, no time to talk.”

The man then turned to one of the doors and proceeded to bang on it.

“Julie! Open this door!”

“Wilma!”, hollered Yana, banging on the arm of her chair for full effect.

The woman opened the door and the camera cut inside.

“What is it, baby?”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, sweetcheeks, I’m here to find out what the hell that was at the club.”

“What was what?”

“You swinging your pretty little keister at that Frankie bozo!”

“Charming fellow, isn’t he?”, Bell quipped, starting to think she was getting the hang of this concept. She supposed she saw enough court dramas in her teenage years to know a good mobster accent.

“Hmm.”, mumbled Perri, now sitting still and looking at the TV.

“You worry too much, Al, you just keep your eyes on the guns, and I’ll make sure their eyes are on me.”

Julie tried to walk away with a smirk, but Al grabbed her by he arm and pulled her back. Bell heard Perri take a sharp breath in. “Perri?”

“You forget, Julie, that you are my girl!”

“That’s odd. I was starting to think you were mine.”

Al responded with a nasty grin, lasting long enough for Pearl and Yana to share an ‘Ohhhhhh!’, but then raised his other hand and smacked Julie to the ground. Perri nearly jumped, squeaking in surprise and turning away from the TV.

“Perri?”, she leaned in to the woman beside, now shielding her face, “What’s wrong?”

“You little rat! Think I spent so much money on you to disrespect me?! I own you! I own every part of you! So don’t you ever think you belong to a man who isn’t me! You got that?!”

Bell put an arm around the shoulders of Perri, who had retreated into a ball, hiding her face behind her knees. She was trembling, and her breathing was getting faster. She shook her head, muttering “No...no...”

Pearl straightened from her relaxed position on her chair, noticing what was happening on the couch. “Oh no, Perri...”, she scrambled for the remote in front of her, turning the TV off.

“Hey, what gi--”, began Yana, before seeing Bell and Perri too. “Oh.”, she responded, all the snark gone from her voice.

“Perri, it’s alright, you’re safe.”, Bell linked her hands in an embrace around the women, now slowly opening up into a foetal position. As her face emerged, she could see tears forming in Perris eyes, her face frozen in terror.

Bell tried to make her voice as soft as possible. “It’s ok, Perri, it’s me, Bell. Nobody will hurt you.”

She wasn’t quite expecting Perri to dive into her chest, wrapping her arms around her and squeezing as tightly as she could, but Bell returned the embrace all the same. The smaller woman cried into her shirt.

Yana looked shocked, and didn’t dare move, but Pearl was more collected, if still the face of heartbreak, getting up and walking around the table to kneel beside Bell and Perri, rubbing a hand against Perri’s back. “It’s all alright, Perri, take your time, we’ve got you.”

Bell looked at Pearl, betraying a curiosity in her eyes that she immediately felt shame for, she felt it rude to sniff for the details on the personal lives of innocent people, but she felt itself a deep anger, a fire that fuelled a conviction to bring harm to an ill-doer, the fire that had one day convinced her to become a lawyer.

“Perri was...hurt, back from where she grew up.” explained Pearl, still rubbing her back. “She’s escaped it, but she gets...reminded of it, from time to time. She doesn’t like talking about it.”

Bell looked down at the sobbing woman in her arms, and squeezed tighter.

Soon, however, she was finished, and calmed down enough to pull away from Bell. Bell felt a bit of moisture from the tears on her shirt. Perri sat back on her seat, rubbing away the tears from her eyes.

“I’m sorry about that. I’m such a baby.”

“No.”, said Bell, placing her hand on her shoulder again, “Don’t think you’re being a burden on me. I respect whatever why you choose to deal with it, and if you think I can help you with anything, either as a legal professional or as a friend, don’t be scared to ask me.”

Her eyes were still red, but she gave Bell a smile. “Thanks, Bell. I was just...caught with my shields down. I’m fine now. Let’s watch the rest of the movie.”

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‘Al’ ended up getting obliterated by a laser gun. That was a satisfying moment, thought Bell, a thought that returned her to full consciousness enough to see the end credits of the second film they watched, one about gigantic radioactive bees. She looked around the room, and saw both Pearl and Yana asleep in their chairs.

She looked down to check her watch, but the first thing she was was Perri, asleep on her lap.

She seemed calm in her sleep. At peace, it seemed. Bell wondered how often that was the case for her.

She reckoned that it was around the time for Yana and her to head home, but first she had to get Perri somewhere she could have a good nights sleep.

She gently lifted Perri off her lap, pulling herself off the couch and quickly substituted her lap with a cushion.

Bell quickly decided it wasn’t good enough. And she didn’t want to wake her up, either, and risk her returning to sleep thinking about the ‘moment’ rather than better things.

That left Bell with only one choice. And she wasn’t sure what she was going to do if Perri’s bedroom door was closed.

Sliding her arms underneath Perri, she scooped the woman up. Her parents had a German Shepherd, a massive one at that, and she tried to remember how she held it back home. She made a sort of bucket, in which Perri sank into but not through, her head resting against Bells arm.

Her arms and ribcage already felt like they were burning, so Bell opted to get up the stairs quickly.

Soon, she came across a door with a Little Green Man, guessing it was Perri’s. She pushed the door open with her foot, unveiling a bedroom that was...well, not a complete mess, but wasn’t exactly as well-ordered as the rest of the house. She had some shelving that was brimming with figurines, old cheap books and comics, and the wall was covered in posters, of pulp sci-fi covers, of bands that she recalls Yana talking about endlessly, and of...she supposed they looked like women from those cartoons from Japan, but their clothing was...marginal.

Anyway, the bed was before her, and the duvet was peeled away. She walked in, kneeling before the bed to gently place Perri down, fighting to keep inside the moan encouraged by the relief to her arms.

Wiping away the sweat on her forehead, she helped Perri to roll into a more comfortable position, on her side and wrapped in the duvet. She heard Perri mutter something.

“What is it?”, she said, far too quietly to really be asking a question. She saw her eyebrows furrow in irritation, and her hands instinctively try to grab at something.

“Oh.”, Bell muttered at the sight of the plushie next to her, a green alien with a top hat. She reached over, picking up the alien and sliding it into Perri’s hands, who pulled it into a tight hug and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

Bell delicately pulled off Perri’s glasses, noticing her eyes ever so slightly opening and closing. She gave Bell a, nearly, unconscious smile.

“G‘night, Mamma...”, Perri muttered, before letting out a quiet snore.

Bell felt a warm tingle in her heart, nearly tearing up as she placed Perri’s glasses on her table.

“Goodnight, Perri.”