#the silver in her hair and clothes tho

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Can you write a Cregan Stark x Targaryen wife where she is readying to go to the battle since she is the rider of Cannibal and he is with her nervous and makes her promise to come back to him and before she leaves he tells Cannibal to take care of her, he is nervous the whole time that she is away only calming down when he sees her and Cannibal come back.

omg i love this 🥹 wc: 1.7k

warnings: reader is a targaryen (parents and family are unspecified), cannibal's rider, ooc cannibal, cregan loves his wife and will never stop, reader has silver hair and is shorter than cregan (its okay tho he's huge)

After being away all day, the only thing that Cregan wants is to be in your arms. He searches around Winterfell, looking to find a glimpse of silver hair. He finds you in your chambers, hunched over the small desk by the window.

The candle you had lit was almost gone and you didn’t hear him enter. He stalks over to you, noticing your riding clothes on the settee by the bed.

“Did you go out today, my love?” He leans over you from behind, kissing you on the cheek.

You are hesitant to respond, just staring at a message that had arrived this morning. Cregan takes a knee beside you, trying to read the message that has taken all of your attentoin grasped in your hands.

My dearest kin, the Hightower usurpers have taken the lives of the Prince Lucerys Velaryon and the Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, along with their dragons. The Rogue Prince and his dragon still remain to be of any help in our time of war. The Queen remains cautious and Vermax is still much too young to be of great help. Baela is doing the best she can on Moondancer, patrolling the East ends of the Riverlands and the Reach, but we need more. My mother has recruited mongrels to ride Seasmoke, Vermithor, and Silverwing. We need you and Cannibal, here, on Dragonstone at once — a command from the Heir to the Iron Thone.

Cregan freezes. You rub a hand over his knotted hair. He reads over the message again, and again, and again. You were going to war, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He stood from his position, making his way over to the settee where your clothes were layed out. He cleared his throat, pushing out the feelings he was having.

You followed his actions, standing from your place at the desk.

“I must go.”

“I know,” he wouldn’t look at you, running his hand over his face.

You sauntered closer to him, “Cregan, look at me.”

He turned his body and his head, but his eyes were still focused on the floor of your chambers. You walked to him, pressing your body against his and taking his face in your hand; you could feel the beginning of a beard forming.

Pushing his face, you forced him to look at you, “Talk, please.”

“I do not know what you want me to say. You must go. It was a command, so it is final. They need you.”

His tone was soft and quiet, much different than the harsh and commanding tone he usually had. He held his hands on your waist.

“When shall you go?”

You take a breath, “I shall leave at first light.”

He brought his head down to rest on your shoulder. You pull him further into you, holding the back of his head tightly.

You pull from him, getting in your shared bed. You pat the spot next to you, asking him to come to bed with you. He discards his pelts, weapons, armour, outer clothes, and shoes, and gets into bed with you.

He lays against the headboard, you lay against his chest. He wraps his large arm around you, rubbing circles into your bicep.

“Rickon…” you began, thinking of the son you had become a mother to when you and Cregan had wed.

“Rickon will be cared for only by me and any hand maids of your choosing. He will have the best education and training - your name will be spoken highly at every meal and at every sleep—”

You sniffled softly, thinking of your boy, “I do not wish for him to forget me.”

Cregan felt his eyes get hot with tears, he pulled you closer into his warmth, “He will not forget you. I will make sure of that.”

Your breathing started to stable and your grip on his arm faltered. As you slept, Cregan could not find any shut-eye, worried about you.

He watched you the whole night. Watching as your chest rose and fell, and how your silver locks were splayed across the feather pillows and across your face.

It was nearly sun-up when your husband woke you. Your eyes fluttered open, you blinked roughly a couple of times to adjust your vision. Cregan paced around the room.

Instead of your handmaiden, Cregan, himself, helped you to dress for battle. You stopped in your son’s chambers, only waking him for a second to say your farewells. You kissed him back to sleep, tucking him in tightly; tears only fell after you closed his chamber doors and headed out to your dragon.

Making your way out of the walls of Winter Town, you found Cannibal in a large field dusted with snow. At your arrival, he huffed out to greet you, trying to rub his head over your chest.

You smiled, brushing over his scales with your hand. Cannibal awaited your mounting as you turned to your husband.

Grabbing his hand, you looked at him solemnly, “My lord husband, if the Gods decide I have served my time and served Westeros well… and I do not return,” you paused to take a breath, “I want you to take another to wed. Do not spend your life grieving over me. Rickon deserves a mother and you deserve more heirs—”

He grabbed both sides of your face, “I do not want to take another to wed. I do not need more heirs. I only need you,” he shakes his head roughly, the morning light hitting his features majestically.

“I will not even look in the direction of another. I will not take another to bed or wed. I will wait at the gates of Winter Town for your arrival. I will pray every sun-up and sun-down for your safe return. You will not be forgotten and there will never be another.”

“Cregan—” he cut you off with a kiss.

“Promise me you will come back,” his brows were furrowed, his face still close to yours.

You nodded to all of your extent, “I promise. I promise.”

He kissed you feverishly once more, finally letting you go, “I will send thousands of greybeards after you. They will meet you at the battle.”

Smiling, you sighed, beginning to mount Cannibal when he called out your name loudly. You turned your head one last time towards his booming voice, “Fight hard. Like a Northerner!”

A single tear ran down your face as you took off. Cannibal screeched, his sounds filling the Northern air. Cregan waited until you were out of site before he turned back to Winterfell.

-

He kept his promise; that night he began his prayers in the Godswood, dragging Rickon along with him.

After your departure he became cold and distant from his people and his men. He would spend many weeks at a time North of the Wall, trying to distract himself from you, but never forgetting his prayers.

His bastard sister was chosen to care for Rickon, and even as his sister, he could not stand seeing another woman care for him.

After the first year, he began bringing the young lord to Castle Black with him, though he was only about 4 years old.

He would occassionally get ravens from wherever you were in battle, but after a while, the messages lessened, eventually stopping. He did not want to assume the worst, thinking you were too busy to write to him.

After tireless pleas of his advisors telling him to remarry, he had killed nearly all of them for even suggesting such a thing. He had never been tempted to take another to bed; the only thing that kept him going was thoughts of you.

He grew his beard out in those long years you were away, his face seeing many harsh winters.

His eyes were sunken, he had become someone he no longer recognized in the mirror. His son had blossomed into a strong young lad, becoming great in battle at his ripe age of seven.

Rickon and his father were very close, only really having one another. They prayed for you every morn and night together, they prayed for you over every meal, and Cregan told many stories of you to his son.

Your memory never faltered, almost as if you were still in the North.

Nearly 5 years after your departure on that cold, dark morn, whispers in the wind had said the Blacks had succeeded in taking back the throne. The realm had lost the Prince Regent, the Usurper King and his wife, the dowager queen, and the youngest hightower prince.

The Starks were at supper when Winterfell’s guards yelled from every tower and station, “Dragon!”

“Dragon!”

Cregan and Rickon immediately perked up, sharing a look and sprinting to their horses. They raced to the gates of Winter Town, shouting at everyone on the streets in their way.

Almost jumping off their horses, Cregan and Rickon watched you and Cannibal land in front of them.

You looked a lot older, your silver hair was much longer and braided up, you held a stoic and stong look on your face. Cregan could tell you had been changed by the war.

You dismounted, running through the snow to your small family. Cregan grabbed you tightly, breathing into your hair, tears overflowing.

You kissed him hard, crying through it. You held his face and smiled through your tears, “Look at this beard!”

He laughed softly, “Five years and that is the first thing you say to me?”

You notice your son standing not too far away, turning to him, you cried more. He was so grown, standing at almost 8 years of age now. You knelt, holding out your arms, “My boy.”

He ran into your embrace, squeezing you tightly. Cregan knelt with you, taking both of your bodies into his arms. Cries and sniffles surrounded your family as you reunited.

Rickon finally broke the silence, wiping your tears, he held onto your shoulder, “Tell us stories about the war! Father told be the same stories of you for years, now we have more!”

You laughed, looking at your husband, “I will tell you all about my adventures tomorrow, but now I just want to be with my family again.”

———

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[apollosgiftofprophecy]

immortal apollo kids headcanons!

this is specifically for the rrverse versions of Apollo's immortal kids! but feel free to think about it in the mythology context too! :3

Hymenaeus

still has a room in Apollo's palace

still sleeps in it

but he also has a room in Eros's because he's an Erote

this makes for some awkward situations when Apollo and/or Eros have to go to the other's place to grab him for something or other

they basically share custody of him

divorced dads behavior

when he was little he tried to get people to marry his dad because he reeeally wanted to plan his dad's wedding

technically, he succeeded, because he was the one who made Apollo/Cyrene's marriage official XD

his hair is fluffy like a sheep's fluff. also somewhere between strawberry-blonde and a very light amber. and reaches to just under his chin. don't forget the floppiness tho >:3

has his dad's bright blue eyes

LOVES his dad's swans. and corvids. he loves birds.

probably because he also has wings

wings are brilliantly white with a soft pink and gold flush

never looks older than 16

many of the other Erotes find Apollo hot. Hymen is distinctly horrified to know this.

Himeros: Your dad's a DILF

Hymen: a what?

Anteros: don't you dare-

Himeros: A Dad I'd Like to FUCK-

Hymen: *much screaming*

Ialemus

also still has a room in Apollo's palace

as a matter of fact, he still lives in said room

his room is also in apollo's basement (he wanted it there)

he is the emo kid. but he's also not necessarily antisocial

he just likes his solitude. and honestly, mood

imagine dragons is a favorite band. and hozier. he likes "slower" songs as well as sad ones

has Apollo's long hair, but in a very dark brown

has vivid green eyes. like radioactive ones.

likes ponytails

cows are his favorite animal

they are calm creatures he can ramble too so he likes them

knows a lot about things. comes with listening rather than talking ;)

WILL infodump

Apollonides

these girls are the PARTY KIDS

they are the ones throwing parties in their dad's house at 2 am

they also still live in Apollo's palace

frequent clubs and discos; can be seen at concert venues and are in many of the big city concerts (ie, Las Vegas, Madrid, Vienna, ect.)

Borysthenis is the 'oldest' (Hypatē - the lowerest & first string on the lyre); has curly brown hair and dark green eyes

Apollonis is the 'middle' (Mesē - the middle string); has Apollo's blonde hair, but straight, and dark eyes (crow-like, even... >;3)

and Cephisso is the 'youngest' (Nētē - the highest string); has poofy black hair and silvery-blue eyes

Hypatē has a comfy sort of style, such as sweaters and sandals

Mesē likes to wear aesthetically dark clothes with silver accents

Nētē wears blouses and loose jackets

one time they highjacked the sun chariot and got away with it by pulling the puppy eyes

they have demigod children in CHB

Asclepius

the baby

died at 15- still treated like he's 10

snuck onto the Argo mission at 13

Idmon and Orpheus played pass the babysitter with Jason

He kicked Heracles in the shins once for "trying to steal my dad's stuff!!"

Atalanta and Asclepius were buddies

The Boreads played games with him to keep him occupied

went on the Calydonian Boar Hunt to make sure Atalanta didn't 1) hurt herself; or 2) kill someone

he grew up in the beginning stages of CHB

in 'camp' with him were: Jason (the oldest), Atalanta (raised by bears), and Hippolytus (it was his boarding school).

Theseus dropped by sometimes and Asclepius was able to smuggle his way into his belongs so he could visit Athens. just because :)

Jason and Atalanta freaked out and they and Hippolytus went on a 'quest' to find him

Phoebe the hunter is his favorite sister

he befriends snakes quickly

he died at 15

his death pushed Phoebe into distancing herself from her other siblings

when he was resurrected, he wasn't allowed to see Apollo

his only visitors in his prison medical school is his wife and children. he hasn't seen or heard from his father or any sibling in centuries.

has his mother's shiny black hair but his father's curls as well as his bright blue eyes

Aristaeus

the REAL baby

has anxiety

severe imposter syndrome

pov: all your siblings are great and wonderful and accomplished people. and you made cheese and honey :)

mom and dad were very proud of u ofc but you feel like you didn't even do much

especially when your cool older brother went on the Argo mission even though he knew he would die (RIP Idmon)

gets easily defensive over agriculture (specifically the innovations and how they have taken over the Good Ol' Days's way aka his way)

(he got that from his dad <3)

he also got his dad's blonde hair, but in a honey tone. his skin tone is also darker and closer in shade to Cyrene's

makes really good charcuterie boards

hangs out in the Midwest

visits his mom in Cyrene, Libya (he is a good son ty)

(ironically) mice are his favorite from his dad's sacred animals

he hates locusts though

don't u love it that apollo's number is 7 and he has 7 immortal kids...

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the tiny exception - express crew

summary; there's only one exception to the few rules that the express crew have...

genre/extra tags; fluff, family dynamics, pompom is the softest rabbit thing in the universe i love them, papa welt (real), auntie himeko iykyk, the rest of the gang are the siblings, caelus learns abt the world with you :'), your honor they're just trash raccoons, selective mute! caelus

[platonic] [child (7-9)! reader]

[warnings; reader implied to have a tough life before getting taken in, trash digging mentioned/j]

word count; 608

a/n; whoops i made another hsr fic and it's another family fic :) im watching blue lock rn and it's definitely passed some expectations and i like it so far so that's good, there's some silly little guys i like (it's the crazies unsurprisingly) maybe i'll write something to test the waters for blue lock. this show wildin tho

i use caelus for hsr so im writing caelus, sorry stelle enjoyers

[rule 1; no touching pompom]

caelus learned that one after attempting to comfort the conductor. and yet,

"you're so squishy, pompom!" a pure as snow giggle rings in the train as the trailblazer watches you cuddle pompom. "so fluffy!"

"oi! don't hug me too hard!" they squirm, trying to loosen your grip.

"sorry!" you smile innocently as you look up to see the silver-haired trailblazer, watching you. "hey caelie!" you let go of pompom, running straight to him.

he's quick to pick you up as you stretch your own arms out towards him. he looks at you with curious eyes and then glances at pompom who is cleaning their uniform.

"i wanted to hug pompom! and i did!" you cheered. it earns you a silent chuckle from caelus. much to pompom's relief, he takes you away and to the passenger rooms.

[rule 2; don't drink mr. welt's coffee]

that rule was interesting. it was set because of you really. you tried the coffee once and almost cried. turns out you can't handle the bitter taste unsurprisingly.

"i know you're gonna do it, y/n." you freeze in his lap as welt continues to answer caelus's questions on the phone.

"but what if it tastes different?"

"it's still coffee, dear." you rest your cheek on welt's shoulder, face squished as you stare at the cup of dark liquid. welt doesn't say anything after that, a gentle sigh leaving his lips.

"did auntie himeko make it?"

"no, she didn't."

"then it will taste different." you reason but it doesn't sway the tired father figure. you reach to take a sip. you look up at welt as if expecting the male to stop you but he doesn't.

he knows. he knows what's going to happen and he's not going to stop it. (he does have a different drink on hand, ready for you.)

you take a sip.

and you cry. "papa!" he sets your favorite drink down, moving the coffee towards him. "why do you drink that?!" he guides your favorite drink towards you and you immediately drink it.

"i drink it because i like it."

"you have bad tastes, papa." you stick your tongue out at him.

"and yet you keep drinking it every time."

[rule 3; sleep on time!]

another rule in place for you. did you ever follow it? sometimes.

but you were only a kid.

"but i don't wanna sleep!" you tugged onto dan heng's clothes as if he would help.

he does not.

"you need to sleep. you're going to be all sleepy in the morning."

"but i want to stay with you guys!" dan heng picks you up into his slightly awkward hold. "please?" you drag out your pleas in hopes of convincing your older brother figure to let you stay up with the trio.

"sorry, y/n. but i don't think welt would allow that."

"but i'm not ti.. tired!" you yawn between your last word, your hands reaching to rub your eyes.

"you totally are, y/n." march cooed, taking you from dan heng's arms. "let's get you to himeko or welt, hm?" the trio is gentle to bid you a goodnight and a pat on the head (and kiss on the cheek from march) while you're taken to rest with himeko.

"there's the sweetie. awh, you must be exhausted." you're laying in himeko's arms, feeling sleepy with her warmth wrapped around you. "thank you march, have a good time with the others." march waves her goodbye before leaving with the trailblazer and dan heng.

"but i wanna go..." you frown, twisting and turning in the redhead's arms.

"how about you spend sometime with me, welt, and pompom before bed?" himeko suggests.

"are we gonna read some stories?"

"we'll let you pick."

"okay."

you fell asleep about 3 minutes later before you could even hear a story.

[sh1-n0bu]

hii ☆

totally random question

which is your favorite hsr character and what headcanons do you have for them? :3

ITS THAT ONE JING YUAN LOVER HIII!!! HIIIIIIII!!!! HIIIIIIIII!!1!111!!!1!!1!1!!

but for now my favorite hsr character is blade (still). i really don’t have much headcanons unless it’s smt very popular the fandom agrees on. most i have for blade is

a found family trope with the rest of the stellaron hunters. kafka, silver wolf and firefly braids his hair, paints his nails and has weekly self care routine with him. at first he is grumpy abt it but learns to accept it

runs errands for the girls, hes an honorary girlie(●’◡’●)ﾉ has memorized their tampon, pad sizes, preferences and favorite snacks when going for emergency errand runs. tho sometimes calls them to ask “what size pussy is it again?” cuz hes an old man😔

the new recruits or rookies of the stellaron hunters are afraid of him bc he looks so scary and is always glaring at everyone. tho they all look on from the sidelines and gawk when they see traces of the girlies marks on him. kafkas pins, silver wolf drawing on his bandages, soft teal ribbons in his hair etc etc. maybe he isnt so scary after all?

hates anything to do with the xianzhou alliance, it makes his former lifes memories come back and with it, his mara flares up. refuses to accept any mission that has smt to do with the xianzhou alliance but sometimes accepts them if he can get to kill dan heng or be killed by jingliu

wants to fulfill silver wolfs wish and play games with her but his hand hurts whenever he tries to hold a controller. but the two managed and found games they could play together without putting strain on his hand AKA dance games etc

lets the girls choose his clothes when going for a mission that requires him a change of clothes. although he dislikes suits for it kinda takes away his mobility, he lets it be since the girls chose it for him

soft for kids!!! hopes that he doesnt seem too scary when one stands beside him. if the kids are brave and asks him for it, he will let them play with his hair. if it gets tangled, thats fine, hell just chop it off. thanks to his super fast regeneration, his hair grows very quickly too

isnt very keen on acting on his crush or romantic interest bc he will soon die and he doesnt want to leave his lover behind all by themselves. tho he is terrible at hiding his infatuation and the girlies has to play as the ultimate wingmen to set him up for a date with you

cant ask you out for a date for SHIT. he wants to ask you out for a date, any sort of date, but he just doesnt know if he can or what to say

“uhmm… [name]? dinner?”

thats the most you will get from him after a mission, surrounded by corpses the two of you just created. bro is bad with his words, hes more of an action speaks louder type of guy so keep a close eye on his actions instead

always looking out for you even before you got into a relationship. injuries? strange, there are painkillers and bandages on your doorstep. hungry? he has a ration bar in his pocket. and look, its your fav type too. shopping together? let him hold the bags. dw its not heavy, he holds a 1500kg sword on the daily after all

TOUCH STARVED!!!! wants to be close to people or to even hold you against his chest but is afraid that he might scare you away or his mara would ruin the moment. he wants to be soft, genuinely does, but at the same so scared of his own self. when it cones to a relationship, you would have to take the lead. hold his hand, give him a hug, kiss his cheek, but take it slow or you will spook him away like hes a scared cat

speaking of cats, a cat person. you will even find him playing with one of the strays or patting the felines gently

lets you put stickers into his scars at times. finds it adorable how he is such a scary and tough person but has hello kitty stickers decorating his scars and body. the type to let you draw hearts on the back of his hand and say that its childish but refuse to wash it out when in the shower. like that one meme picture where the person has his hand out in the shower

kisses your forehead or cheek after you fall asleep. hes still not quite comfortable with the relationship he stepped into but he is easing into it. just give him some time and maybe, one night when youre pretending to be asleep, you might hear him recite love poems from his home to you in the xianzhou language. is a bit old fashioned so definitely expect yourself to be called “qīn’ài” (my beloved)

[samme-wunder]

Still thinking about ISAT so I made designs for them for a few years after the game's events. Slight spoilers for ISAT below? Not really tho. Captions: Picture one: Siffrin and Beau's bonding earrings. They shaped them to look like shooting stars and reminiscent of Isa's old earrings. Siffrin has a star-shaped scar under his eyepatch. I don't make the rules! I also gave Siffrin a cape. I imagine Isabeau gets super into fashion and Siffrin becomes his model and muse. Whatever he thinks will look good gets slapped onto Siffrin; their outfits are ALWAYS changing and they adore it. But they won't wear super heavy clothes. Picture two: Isabeau and Bonibelle! Isa is rocking an undercut and started growing out his beard a bit. He, like Mira, incorporates the change symbol into his clothes as he keeps his devotion to the Defenders. Boy is in his fashion designer era though, so many changes to the outfits happen. Bonnie's maxed out the cooking skills! They've gone back home to Petronille and are very active outdoors, always finding new interests. They've gotten into drawing and etymology, and those often come together! And in their pocket, they keep a gift from Siffrin: his silver coin. (It's definitely a joke that it's a symbol of Siffrin's eye and Bonnie gets to keep it.) Picture three: The ISAT girlies! They have the least changed about themselves but it's very symbolic. Odile has always been comfortable with her style, but she's started getting into writing novellas. After their journey, Odile's knee started going so she uses a cane and orthopedic shoes, but it doesn't slow her down much. If anything, it's only made her reach longer. Mirabelle started taking design courses with Isabeau and her Stylish classmate. She loves wearing flow-y dresses, and dressing like Euphrasie. She loves to change her hair and experiment with her hair texture and what she can make it into, but otherwise, Mira's stayed true to herself. And she's out of the dating pool, for sure, but that hasn't stopped her from picking up teaching classes at Dormont's house. (Also, her ears are pierced, but she's stopped wearing them.) Both girls send letters often back and forth for book club. And on the side, for Siffrin, they've been researching into the country North of Vaugarde. Anyway, honestly? I'm just having a lot of fun daydreaming about them and what they're up to. I REQUIRE a second ISAT about Siffrin's country. It'd be Neat (◐‿◑)

[tan1shere]

can you do a part 3 to film wife where after you finish a make out scene with miko for her new music video, y’all go back to y/n’s trailer to see that miko laid out a ton of roses and asks you to be her gf ends in smut obviously 🎀

Film Wife pt 3

Young Miko x female reader !

A/n: sure can, bow anonie <3 might be the last of this series unless yall come up with an idea I'm truly vibing with !! - sorry if this is short 😅

Warnings: this is so much more fluffy, soft sex, just sweetness tbh :) tribbing, eating out, pet names, swearing a lil, that's about it tho

Pt 1 , pt 2

Masterlist

It was the norm now. You'd always do scenes with her, everyone loved it. Everyone also assumed you were together. But that wasn't the case... Just yet. Little did you know she had something in mind tho.

4 pm in the afternoon and you had finally finished this one part of her new song. "That's a wrap, you two nailed it!" The director called. You smile at Miko. "You did amazing as always." She tells you, making your smile widen more. "Why thank you." You go over to grab some of your things, slowly turning to realize she was staring at you. "You ok Miko?" She gives you a smile. "Think you can stay around a bit longer?" The curiosity in you increased. "Yeah sure, what for though?" You ask intrigued. "Just come into my trailer in a few minutes yeah?" She starts to back up, heading out to her trailer with a smile.

After clearing up a bit, you make your way over to her trailer, knocking and entering. "Miko?" You didn't see her at first but all you saw was candles and a few flowers. You let a tiny laugh escape your lips. "Miko? What's all this-?" She suddenly is in sight smiling like crazy. "I feel like it's about time I ask you a certain question." You knew. You starting smiling just as much as she did. "Will you be my girlfriend, Y/n. My forever wife?" Your eyes lit up so much, nodding. "Yes ofcourse María." She thinks she just fell inlove with you right then and there. The way you said her real name. Her arms extend out for you to walk into. You wrap your arms around her torso, resting your head against her chest. Her chin sat atop your head, staying there for a moment before she kissed it.

"In the few months we've known each other I never want to spend it with anyone else." Your smile was so wide, your cheeks started to hurt. Her words made your stomach do so many flips. She soon begins to lean down and kiss you, backing you up and onto the small bed in there. Falling onto it gently, the kiss remains. Slow but passionate. Sure you've had moments like this with her but nothing this special, it was about time she asked the question. Her lips move to your jaw gently. So soft and tender. It truly made your heart melt at this specific moment. "Youre beautiful." She mumbles against your skin. Everything about this was so delicate, her words, her voice, her touch. Your hands go to grab her face. "All you." Staring into one another's eyes.

Clothes were gone in a second, not too eager but also not as slow. You wanted this to last forever, her lips move down your chest. Moans fell from your lips, feeling her kisses go lower. "María.." You breathe out, and this woman almost cums immediately just from that. The way your voice was so fragile. The way you say it makes her brain go completely fuzzy. It was her new addiction. "Say it again.. please?" You bit your lip a tiny bit as you feel her hot breath above you. "Mmm- f-feels so so good, María.." Everything about the way you said it was intoxicating her brain completely. She almost forgot what was going on. Her lips danced around your thighs gently for a bit. Taking her time with you, but you currently didn't mind. The intimacy was comforting. Her lips finally met your cunt, making your hands grip her hair softly.

You let out another breathy moan as her tongue slides up and down. Raking your hands through her soft silver hair. The feeling of it on your fingers made you go crazy, her tongue added to that. Moving at a faster pace. "P-please.." You sigh out, feeling that sweetness coming. "I got you, come on baby." She says against you. Sending vibrations all throughout your body. Increasing that burning pleasure, as her hands roam your naked form. Her movements sped up, immediately feeling that coil begin to snap inside you. Releasing right into her mouth. She ate every last drop of it, before licking her lips, with a subtle smirk. You admired her tattoos, it turning you on to the max. Reaching out to grab her arms, and bringing her closer. "No strap.. please." And how could she ever deny that.

Her smile was growing yet again. "Ofcourse angel." To which she soon lined up with your pussy, slowly and gently lowering herself. You both let out breaths and moans at the feeling. Grabbing her face with your hands, bringing her down to kiss you. You could taste the lingering sweetness of yourself on her lips. Instantly moaning into the kiss. Her movements were strong, still carrying that same passion. "You feel so good mama." She then whispers near your ear, making your breath go rapid. "S-so do you.. fuck!" Your brain goes crazy. Feeling it spin with insane pleasure. You grab her bicep, getting her to look into your eyes. "Together, please.." Your voice was nearly angelic. She swears you just came down from heaven. She even thinks she has too with the way she's feeling.

Almost euphoric. "So close mami.. know you are too." You nod at her words, letting your head fall back into the pillows behind you. Your grip tightens on her arm, letting her know you're just about there. "There you go, that's my girl." Just like that you're cumming in an instant. Her following shortly after. Pants, moans, breaths filled the small trailer. Her arms bring you in close as she lays down. "I love you." You say. "I love you too, wifey."

[fulgurbugs]

another doll post!

they cut me from work early, so i had time to stop by my walmart and see if catty was in. she was! i picked her up with some birthday money for 24.99.

forgot to get a pic of her in the box. here she is unboxed tho! she has saran with microbraids around her hairline (be careful, these come undone easily.)

initial thoughts: while her outfit is cute… it’s missing a littleeee bit of flair. some shoe paint, or maybe a jacket, like in her concept art? these little shoulder things are kind of horrendous. (and they kept coming unvelcroed under her pits.) might look into making her something.

now, there’s a reason i i got excited about catty when i was previously unenthused about her. and that’s her new body sculpt! let’s cut to the chase, that’s what we want to see.

here she is! she is now the biggest MH sculpt, by quite a significant amount. luckily she can still fit on this stand, but it has to grab her right at the underboob at her thinnest point.

it doesn’t photograph well, but she has a pink-tinged iridescence to her body, that could read like shiny fur. it looks great, and makes her look very glittery and dimensional.

wide and back views. i love that she actually has a bit of a tummy, and she also has a much thicker tail than toralei. (i wasn’t able to yank the tail out, tho i think it’s supposed to come off.)

here’s some comparisons with some of the other ghouls. she’s a medium height girl, and i’d say she’s slightly thicker in the body and thighs than abbey, though the way she’s proportioned give her a fatter body type compared to her.

it’s more evident when they’re turned to the side. draculaura only has larger thighs, so if we specially compare to abbey, you can see cattys even larger thighs and her stomach compared to abbeys flat one.

she has smaller feet (same as draculaura’s size.) her hands are also standard size.

back to the doll with her clothes on. here’s her boots, as is mh doll tradition

cool sculpt, definitely need paint. probably a pretty simple project to do, but all those buckles and chains are just begging for a layer of silver. only a teeeeny bit got silver paint, which i think is a shame. allegedly most of the budget for catty went into developing her sculpt, so her outfit definitely is a little lacking….

face card. i adore ADORE her makeup, the little stars…. the side glance… augh. my favorite part is her lip paint, though. the gradient looks absolutely lovely.

the accessories. since this is catty’s core doll, she comes with some of the core staples: her phone, a backpack, her pet cat amulette, and some sunglasses. in addition, she has a mic, a broken hand mirror, a water bottle, and some sheet music

here’s inside the backpack and her sheet music open. (the sheet music is literally just a little piece of paper lol.)

here’s her with some of her accessories! i decided to restyle her hair a little bit as well, i saw a cute restyle that took her micro braids and made a little side bang with them, and that was simple to replicate, so i did that too. i also made her ponytail higher, which i think looks a lot cuter. i think i wanna give her a little ponytail accessory or something tho… maybe in black? dunno. i also think she looks cute with her glasses on her forehead, so i’m leaving them.

obligatory .5 shot.

and that’s catty noir! (lagoona foot jumpscare). i think she’s a lovely addition to the g3 lineup, and i really, really can’t wait to see what they do with her in another line. her reception (at least in the spaces i lurk) has been so overwhelmingly positive that i think when we see her next, they can really go all out and give her a gorgeous outfit and a fun theme (maybe a skulltimate secrets doll?) it felt appropriate to put her with my monster fest girlies, so she got center stage (sorry cleo and frankie) thanks for reading this far!

[daemonsdivorcerock]

THE RED QUEEN || d.targaryen

IN WHICH: six years after the driftmark incident, (name) and daemon targaryen receive word that lucerys velaryon’s claim to the driftmark throne is being challenge so they return to king’s landing to vouch for baela’s claim to the throne. to make things worse, viserys is dying and his last words are misinterpreted.

REQUESTED: yes/no

PAIRING: daemon targaryen x fem!targaryen reader

AUTHOR’S NOTES: part three in the shrew of king’s landing series!! reader is described as having silver hair. rhaenyra is kind of a bitch in this, love her tho.

WARNINGS: death, incest, targaryen!incest, angst, shenanigans, dysfunctional family, mentions of cousin marriage, otto hightower, usage of the word bastard, pregnancy, reader is pregnant again.

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THE SIX YEARS BETWEEN THE DRIFTMARK INCIDENT AND THE RETURN TO KING’S LANDING HAD PASSED BY RELATIVELY SLOWLY, that’s how it’d felt. Slow. The years had drolled on by, six of them in total.

The styled “Heir Who Never Was” found herself going through a series of recollection and deja vu as she took in the sight of her chambers. It was like she had never left. Her bed was made. The fireplace was roaring.

Everything was exactly where it had been the day he left. With the exception of rummaged clothes, shoes and books. It pained her to gaze upon her tragically empty bookshelf, which was her pride and joy before she claimed Meraxes from the Dragonpit.

Her household and supporters all adorned the deep shade of rouge, declaring their support to (Name)’s claim to the Iron Throne. She had gained some supporters in the Red Keep, including Otto Hightower, Alicent Hightower, Aegon Targaryen, Helaena Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen and Daeron Targaryen.

Rhaenyra had seldom supporters in the Red Keep. Dressed in a well-fitting crimson dress, (Name) rested her hands on her swollen stomach, round with her ninth child. Six years following the death of Laena Velaryon, a myriad of events had taken place.

Harwin and Lionel Strong had died when Harrenhal caught fire. Corlys Velaryon had an accident at sea and was presumed missing. Rhaenys Velaryon was raising Baela and Rhaena to lead Driftmark. Laenor Velaryon had died. Escaped, some said. (Name) did not blame him.

Daenerys had wed Aegon, bearing him two children, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Aemond had wed Rhaenys and the two had a daughter, Alysanne. Helaena was happily married to the son of minor Lord.

There was talks that Aemma and Daeron would be betrothed. Then again, there was also talks that Aemma would be betrothed to Lucerys Velaryon. The Reds had been summoned to Court to deal with the matter of the Driftmark Succession.

It was elementary. Baela should inherit the Driftwood Throne. She was Corlys’ eldest legitimate grandchild. It made sense. Lucerys Velaryon, despite bearing the Velaryon name, had no right to the throne. Anyone with a brain could see that. Anyone except her father.

She glanced over at Daenerys, Rhaenys and Helaena sitting talking, Jaehaerys, Jaehaera and Alysanne playing on the floor with (Name)’s youngest children, Aegon the Younger and Viserys.

Daemon sat on an armchair by the fire, with Rhaella on his lap. Rumours were flying that Rhaella would be betrothed to Joffrey Velaryon. Over my dead body, is what crossed (Name)’s body.

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The Reds and Blacks were assembled in the throne room, like characters on the chessboard. Each side shot glances at each other. Vaemond Velaryon was arguing how he should be considered as heir to the Driftwood Throne.

“I shall say it if nobody else will,” Vaemond spoke, glaring daggers at Rhaenyra, “Her children are…BASTARDS! And she is a whore,”.

The room was stunned with silence, briefs whispers darting to and fro. In his weakened state, Viserys unsheathed the same Valyrian Steel Dagger that had scarred (Name)’s face all those years ago. She felt an odd chill running down her spine.

“I’ll have your tongue for that!” Viserys had growled, before a slow clapping at filled the room. All eyes darted to the figure of (Name), who slowly clapped with a mischievous smile on her face.

She laughed briefly. “Thank you, Vaemond,” (Name) uttered, walking forwards, “What? Oh, Father, do not look at me like that. Somebody had to say it. If you cannot accept the truth, then I shall have to convey it to you. Rhaenyra’s children are illegitimate. I am sorry. Everybody knows. The whole fucking Seven Kingdoms knows. Laenor Velaryon did not father those children, Harwin Strong did. Your blatant favouritism towards Rhaenyra has gone on for long enough. Seven Hells, I have had enough!”.

“If Mother was alive to hear you saying such slanders-“ Rhaenyra began.

“If Mother was alive, Rhaenyra,” (Name) icily spoke, glaring at her sister, “Then she would agree with me! Those boys are barely Targaryens, half at most. And you have no fucking right to sully her name like that. Where were you when she passed? I shall tell you where I was. I was by her side, holding her hand as the Maester cut her open. I heard her screams. When our father decided that two daughters wasn’t enough, and that a child that barely lived a day was worth that more than the woman he loved! You have played this charade from long enough, the boys know the truth. We all do. It is time to stop lying,”.

The court room was immersed in whispers. “What will you do now, father?” (Name) whispered harshly, glaring at him, “Banish me? Exile me from Westeros? Execute me? Do your worst. As long as my bloodline endures, you will never be rid of the Shrew of King’s Landing,”.

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The family supper was tense. Aemond had called Jace, Luke and Joffrey “strong boys”, making (Name) snort with laughter. Vaemond Velaryon had been executed. After the Driftmark issue was settled, in which Baela was named heir, (Name) had decided to leave King’s Landing with Daemon and her family, to live in Volantis, with her great aunt, Saera.

She decided to visit her father that evening, a final goodbye. He had been rushed out of the supper, due to his illness. She and Rhaenyra had played civil for their father. She entered his chambers shortly after the Hour of the Owl.

“Father?” She whispered, looking through the billowing white drapes on her father’s bed. He looked terrible. The room smelled pungent, the scent of rotting flesh invaded her nostrils, almost making her vomit.

Viserys’ breathing was raspy and laboured. He would not make it through the night. She knew this. Rhaenyra and her sons has returned to Dragonstone during the evening, shortly after dinner.

“The Song of Ice and Fire…” Viserys murmured, tiredly, “The Princess that was Promised…I was wrong. I should have named you my heir…(Name)…I am so sorry for how I wronged you, my daughter…Aegon’s prophecy. I am coming now, Aemma…”.

With a final breath, Viserys’ body stilled and breathing stopped. (Name) felt tears spilling for her father. She had witnessed her mother’s death in childbirth and now her father’s passing in the night. It stunned her momentarily. She was in shock.

The King was dead.

[y0url0verb0y]

Evan Rosier Headcanons Pt. 1

Appearance/Physical

Evan is light-skinned half-Argentinian half French

He's got heterochromia (right eye pale blue, left eye jade green)

His hair is a natural light blond and it's probably a mix of 3A and 2C

I like Trans Masc Evan especially if he's twins with Trans Femme Pandora but I think we're rlly sleeping on intersex Ev. (Cis Evan works great too. Depends on the context for me for any gender Identity.)

He's got so, so many freckles. Barty likes to trace them with his tongue.

He has broad shoulders and a naturally slim waist, and he used to be super insecure about it (especially when ppl would call him a girl for having a slimmer waist) that he took to baggier clothes. But do not get me wrong he never showed his insecurity to anyone (minus panda) anyone who made fun of him was hexed, if not by him then by Barty or Reg.

I don't think he's exactly short, probably around 5"9 - 5"11 depending on the context, but next to (my) Barty literally anyone looks like an ant sooOOoOoOoOOoO.

He has long lashes, Mary is jealous when she finds out and he tells her she can have them.

Pandora accidentally charmed his hair ginger once and he kept it for like a month because he didn't want her to feel bad and he insisted he loved it. (Barty sure liked it, but he was glad to see blond Ev back when the time came.)

Evan has a phatty and it jiggles when he walks fucking fite me....(Barty sure appreciates it. Especially since his ass is all bones flat mf.)

his aesthetic falls on like a mix of skater boi and dark academia

He's got Barty's name tatted on his lower back (and snakes on his hips), and you'd think Barty would want to brag about it but no. Barty is the only one who sees it and the only one who knows.

He and Panda have matching tattoos. (Idk what tho so tell me what you think)

He wears silver jewelry only

that's all I've got rn, lmk if you've got any more :]

[ripleylove]

Solo tu y yo,y nadie mas.

pairing: santos escobar x fem reader.

genre: suggestive,not any actual smut tho

summary: seeing Elektra being all over Santos,ignited a feeling of jealousy inside you,and you wanted to have your revenge.

A/N: couldnt find any santos escobar content so as always i took the matter in my own hands. (as always)

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You were fuming.

You were just one breath away until you destroyed anything that came into your vision from the jealousy.

Your beloved (hell nah) Elektra Lopez was just hugging and touching Santos,and the worst thing is that he isn't even saying or doing anything about it.

And you,his girlfriend,were right in front of them.

You weren't sure about how smoke didn't come out of your ears like in cartoons,because you were mad.

But,you wanted to endure it.

Your revenge would be served on a silver plate,so you let him enjoy the moment,before everything would be done your way.

What does that mean?

Oh,you wanted to give him silent treatment.

While Elektra was still all over him,you put an indifferent espression on your face to fool people,while you were burning from jealousy inside,and you made your way to the catering,where you saw Angel.

"Oh,hi Angel! How are you doing?" You asked,while picking up a bottle of water inside the little fridge in the catering.

"Oh,now that I got to see you,I'm definitely doing better than before." He said with a flirty smirk,and you awkwardly nodded with a smile.

Before you and Angel had the chance to talk more,you heard Santos entering the catering room.

"Dios mio,ma. I thought you disappeared! Why didn't you tell me you were here?" He said with heavy breath,since he ran all the way here.

You didn't tell him anything,and you just walked past him,making your way to his locker room to grab your things.

Obviously,Santos was confused as hell, and he looked over to Angel,who just shrugged his shoulders.

Your boyfriend followed you like a lost puppy.

That's why you decided to give him silent treatment: because he's the clingiest person you've ever met,and he couldn't survive without having you close. So,ignoring him would hopingly teach him a lesson.

"Mi amor?" He asked,hoping that you would answer,but you didn't. You just kept on walking,your destination soon approached by the both of you.

You pushed the door open,making Santos flinch.

What happened? Why didn't you talk to him? Did he do something wrong?

Those were the questions that spiraled in Santos' mind,but he couldn't manage to give himself any answer.

While he spaced out,you started to put your things in your black bag. You put your hair in a ponytail, ready to change your clothes before leaving.

You turned around facing Santos,and you gestured him to leave the room. "Go outside,I need to change." You said,your tone cold without any expression or without any sweet word.

This made Santos feel worried: him bring in the same room you were changing in never bothered you.

He frowned,and he walked towards you.

"Mamacita,why aren't you talking to me? What did I do? Please tell me,baby,I can't stand being ignored by you." His tone was pleading,while he turned you around to look in your eyes.

You chuckled, "Oh,you really don't know? You didn't notice the way your dear 'friend' Elektra was being all over you in front of me?"

'oh shit' Santos thought.

"C'mon,ma. You know I love only you. She won't stop even if I tell her." Santos said while wrapping his hands around your waist.

"And you think this is a good reason? Oh,Santos you're so wrong."

"Mi amor,please forgive me. I know that it isn't a good justification, but I promise you're the only one in my life. Let me show that what I'm saying is true." He said while kissing your sensitive neck,and you couldn't not give in his antics.

"You better show me I am,papi." You smirked,pressing gently your hands in his muscular chest,while ha picked you up,giving your neck some red and purple marks with his skillful mouth.

"Oh,claro que si,mama. Solo tu y yo,y nadie mas."

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[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

A short comic about the AU

Big ol long text fueled with pieces of the AU's story under the cut! ( THE LORE)

The Golden age

In the early days of house of Mickey entertainment, when the business was still run by a handfull of  people, the first chosen characters to be put as the face of the pizzeria were: Bambi, Pinocchio, The Good Fairy, Monstro, Dumbo, The Hippo ballerina, Chernabog, and Snow white. The newly built animatronics were barely a mechanical structure with vinyl external shells, with prerecorded voicelines, sounds and movements that singed from a stage. At the time it was enough to inspire tons of little fans to arrive and join the fun in the pizzeria. It was the 40's.

There was a supposed incident happened around the Snowhite animatronic, but no text or information about that survived to our days.

The Silver Age

Leaving behind the doll-like era of animatronics, the Silver Age desired to create much more durable robots, for the time and fans to come. Resistant to time and usage. The characters were built with lighter metals and hard plastics for the external shells, and the endoskeleton enhanced with steel. These are the heaviest animatronics that house of mickey ever created (after Chernabog ). To balance the huge production costs, some parts were left uncovered by the external shell, leaving out the bare endoskeleton.

The line was sadly famous for the tons of problems it gave to the technicians and whoever adult crossed their space. Although they did not possess advanced technology (like later generations), these animatronics seemed to possess primordial specks of personality , which often hampered the work of anyone who had to repair them. They seemed to favor spite only for adults, while not giving any signs of aggressiveness towards the childrens.

The Bronze Age

Their production was followed by a new creative team that wanted animatronics to reach a new level of realism. Newer endoskeleton technology, enhanced realistic movements and augmented mobility of the facial plate through silicone for upper part of the face capable of more complex emotions. (As always for economy, the parts that would have been covered by the clothing were not made of premium vinyl and weren't textured.) Freshly out, the bronze age line was greeted with enthusiasm by the visitors, with a positive decrease of children getting frightened by them. Barely a month after their debut tho, some parents begun to report complaints for the uncanny-ness brought by characters, one parent in particular said to have accidentally mismatched the Sykes animatronic for a friend till this one fully faced her, scaring the lights out her. These reports, weren't considered in the least by Mickey’s entertainment until the event that caused the animatronics decommissioning in block. One day, during the birthday of a little girl were requested as guest stars some Oliver and company animals characters. In the middle of the party, the girl began to show signs of respiratory distress and minor rashes that quickly alarmed the parents, due the little girl's only allergy were to cat hairs, and inside the establishment were sure to be none. The fact got silenced, and shortly afterwards the Bronze Age characters were put aside, bringing back to the stage the Silver age animatronics. Some independent newspapers tried to spread the incident, with vain results. There were rumors from an anonymous interview of a ex former visitor whom witnessed a fairly morbid event, happened during the re-enactment of the "Black Cauldron" before the models were decommissioned. "(...) that day i noticed that some of the Horned king’s teeth were missing, and i thought it was due to a pure aesthetic choice (...)  at the end of the performance when the stage floor cleared, i noticed something strange on the ground. I gave a further look because my eyes fell there and... my god. It were teeth. Actually human molars."

The Renaissance

This was undoubtedly the most advanced line of animatronics in terms of performance and technology for their times. Advanced mobility to the point of being able to almost perfectly emulate the movements of their cartoon counterparts, plus some rather special effect for few of the characters (Ariel and Ursula being water resistant, Quasimodo and Tarzan huge athlete like ability to climb, etc etc).

The enlargement of the company brought more wealth into the pockets of the production, allowing the decrease of the unpainted parts in the body of the animatronics. The only flaw of these models was that to increase the movements, the outer vinyl shell was sacrificed through the partial removal of material nearby the joints making the endoskeleton rather visible. ( To prevent children from squeezing their fingers between the joints, House of Mickey entertainment decided not to allow this lines of robots to attend parties as guest stars but only appear on stage or in meet and greet booths.) . The others most surprising news about this line, was the technological growth of the animatronics ' artificial brains. While the Bronze Age ones had a basic idea of being just copies of cartoon characters that acted in fake environments (sometimes even by forgetting to be robots), from the Renaissance onwards the animatronics were totally aware of their state of being "interpreters" under the command of a company. Some robots have shown signs of sharp increase of cynicism and sarcasm after this update.

During the 1990s, House of Mickey built a bigger space for the pizzeria, becoming the huge structure known to this day. There are six major themed zones, that become the home of our beloved heroes, henchmen and villains for them to get back to, for whenever they are not busy doing shows on stage or greeting fans around the pizzeria. Have you already tryed Tarzan's jungle of sliding tubes? Esmeralda's mirrors-maze? Bolted climbing with Mulan?

Post-Renaissance

With the arrival of 2000, the new animatronics began to comply with tighter safety laws. The new line of robots was made with safer external shells without openings to the internal endoskeleton parts (safe from the risk that small fingers may remain closed inside), removal of cigarettes, cigars and pipes from some characters (Mrs Packard, Hades, John Silver, Toon patrol etc etc), and the closing of some of the attractions in the themes areas considered dangerous as : Clay pigeon shooting with Clayton, Hide-and-seek in the elephant cemetery with Scar and Hyenas (contrary to popular belief, the attraction was closed because too many children stumbled on the scenery forcing the animatronics present to stop the game to calm down the childrens. ), Archery and javelin throw with Philoctetes, Self defence class with Maggie and Buck , and Jim's Solar flying jumping in the vertical wind tunnel (mourned by many fans and also Jim animatronic). History of first aid class with Dr. Sweet was just upgraded to a formative experience rather than a historical show and tell of the 1900's medical procedures after some parents lamented that watching a dummy's femur being saw in half could be horror inducing in a child. (Alas the kids loved it).

Non-textured parts are practically absent here. The technical department has however decided to save in accessories and partial clothing, deciding to make it part of the aniamtronic's outer shell.

Rumors said that someone in the animatronic programming department was so determined to make animatronics realistic that they filled their artificial brains with terabytes of all the possible notions that character could canon-ly know. Although Milo’s animatronic would gladly help you doing your history and languages homeworks, House of Mickey entertainment would rather wish you didn’t. To anyone that is continuely asking to the Vinny Santorini animatronic to be taught the process of making a bomb, you are warned. Next time you'll be reported to security.

Memo for the reader : Animatronics cannot harm in any way our lovely fans! Each character is equipped with advanced facial recognition, capable of distinguish between invited guests from external subjects. Your kids will rejoice to know to being kept in check by our heroes and villains watchfull eyes! Visitors should't ever be found crossing the private or prohibited areas. In case of incident, injury, death, or burning Mickey's entertainment will be not responsible of such accadiments.

[divinemare]

Cruel Cauldron

✎ᝰ┆azriel x oc

ᝰ┆part one

part two

this has been literally on my mind FOREVER, to give you a little introduction, an arrange marriage between an oc princess and our lovely shadowsinger, where they ofc hate each others guts.

disclaimer: english is not my first language, so i apologize for any mistakes in advance!

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When her feet touched the ground, Karina felt the racing urge to throw up overcome her.

“Don’t disappoint me any further, Karina,” her mother’s words echoed in her mind, making her stand extra tall and keep her chin up even tho the female could not see her now.

“I’m gonna make you pay for this, mother,” she thought to herself, feeling her blood run hot and her breath catching as she took in the whole situation of what her life had become in the last weeks.

And all for a stupid, Cauldron-fucking-damned bond.

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Three weeks ago…

Anthra was one of the mightiest kingdoms in all the Continent, yet not the mightiest. And that had always been a bother to her mother, Queen Verena Basdearg of Anthra. A ruthless female who had always been jealous of the mighty Hybern and Prythian realms.

Anthra, her homeland, consistent of three principal lands:

The Black Land, was where the finest clothes, and the most delicious crops would come from.

The Silver Land; it was known for its concentration of mines: the rarest, most precious jewels came from there, as well as the gold and silver and bronze.

And finally, the Red Land. Where all the most terrible, brutal soldiers where forged in, hence the name; red as the blood staining its floors.

And all three of them answered to the Imperial Queen. 

Which, also happened to be her mother, one of the most feared females in the Continent.

Princess Karina Basdearg of Anthra, Second Daughter, Princess of the Valley and the Silver Land. Was anything but what a princess was expected to be if only when…: gracious —if only while her mother stared her way—, polite —whenever she actually liked the person she had to treat with, or her mother was in ears length. Not to mention that breathtakingly gorgeous as well —that she always was—, or so the lords and nobles always loved to tell her whenever they were so desperately trying to get her favor.

Now she was getting ready to humor them again, in her mother’s monthly grand dinner with the lords of the three lands. Brushing her brown black hair and testing which color of tint would best suit her dark olive skin tone.

Two soft knocks on the oak doors of her room made her stare into its direction from her mirror, and so she only bothered to mutter a ‘come in’, before a female poked her head into the room.

“Are you ready?” Her sister asked in the soft cool tone of her voice.

Before her was Princess Arisa Basdearg of Anthra, First Daughter and Heir to the Imperial Throne, Crown Princess.

They shared several physical aspects; like their hair and their skin and their button noses. Yet Arisa’s features were sharper, more grown, either for 200 years of difference between the two of them, of the burdens it carried that Karina would never understand. As well as the gemstone green eyes that had once belonged to their father, unlike the honey amber eyes Karina had inherited from their mother.

And then there was also the fact that, Arisa was everything Karina was not; actually polite, actually gracious, actually fit for a Queen.

Arisa was the success, while she was always meant to be the disappointment. But that never actually bothered her tho, it took one look at her big sister to know she never wanted to carry the burdens Arisa did.

“Not yet,” she replied with a sigh, brushing her thick eyebrows with a little brush.

Arisa smiled playfully through the mirror, and Karina lifted one of her now perfectly brushed eyebrows at her sister.

“Maxon came to visit.”

Karina’s eyes instantly sparkled at the mention of the name, but keeping her best composure in front of her sister, she left the brush calmly on the table and turned to look at the female with an unbothered eyebrow up.

“Did he, now?”

Arisa nodded, and with a smile, added: “So did Bastian and Fiona,” at that, Karina didn’t have it in her not to smile, and she jumped out of her sit and ran out of her bedchamber, and into the long halls of the palace. “Karina, wait, don’t run!” Her sister’s voice echoed behind her.

She only stoped running once she was at the entrance of the dinning hall, where every month the grand dinners were held. Karina gathered some air and fixed her dress just in case her mother was already inside. She gave a look to the guards, and they, ever so discreetly, nodded their approval before opening the doors.

The oak cracked as the dinning hall’s chandelier lights greeted her entrance, and all heads already present turned to look at the Princess who had just arrived.

Karina’s eyes, tho, only looked for three specific pairs once it was obvious her mother was still not there, and when hers found the browns she had been looking for, her smile stretched and she ever so gracefully nodded to the lords that made a curtsy for her, then walked as fast as she could without looking too un-mannered towards the already opened arms and bright smile of Maxon Hatchett.

“Your Highness,” the male inclined his head, and as soon as he was up, Karina threw her arms around his neck in a hug.

She had missed his brown eyes and dirty blond curly hair, his dimpled smile, his sun-kissed skin, his strong arms and wide shoulders. Maxon Hatchett was truly a male that attracted looks everywhere he went. But mostly, she had missed her best friend, and the only guy that made her heart jump with excitement.

Maxon laugh lowly, the sound brushing Karina’s shoulder, and then murmured, in a soft, low voice:

“I’ve missed you too.”

“Liar,” she said in a whisper. “You would’ve written if that were true.”

“I’m afraid that was my fault, cousin, I kept him rather busy,” when Karina parted from Maxon’s hug, her smile immediately grew at the sight of Bastian Basdearg.

Karina hugged the male with the shoulder-length black hair, the one with whom she shared their olive dark skin and honey amber eyes, who towered her for over a foot for how tall that motherfucker was, her cousin Bastian, as tightly as she had hugged the male before him, and then pushed him away to eagerly look for the auburn hair of…

“There’s no way you’ve grown this much,” she laughed at the sight of the little Fiona Basdearg already not so…little.

Both females smiled and hugged each other, while Karina complimented her other cousin over and over again.

“What are you all doing here, I thought you two were busy in the Red Land.”

As part of the Imperial family, and the only other one in the line of success since her father died leaving her mother with no more heirs, Bastian had inherited the Red Land from his mother: her mother’s only living sister. While Fiona, even tho she was still too young to formally become Princess according to their laws, was to inherit the Black Lands from her father: her mother’s only living brother.

There had been 6 siblings in her mother’s line, now there were only three. Karina had heard of one of them, the other two; she hadn’t even bothered to ask.

“Well, we were, but…” Bastian started, but the words got cut off from him when the oak doors of the dinning hall opened again with their loud creak, and inside came Queen Verena Basdearg.

Everyone instantly curtsied, and Karina couldn’t help but raise her eyes to meet her mother’s cold stare.

That’s why she hated to have her mother’s eyes; while honey amber was supposed to be such a warm color, Verena Basdearg made sure to turn it colder than any icy blue.

Arisa came trailing their mother’s back like the good Crown Princess she was, and Karina gave her sister a questioning look when the room filled in with more tension than usual, only for Arisa to advert her gaze from her, telling Karina she —and, mercifully, Fiona too—, seemed to be the only one left in oblivion there.

But when her mother opened her mouth, when the venomous tongue rolled to spat sharp words, Karina fell in absolute shock with each and every sentence.

“I hope someone here is ready to tell me why has Prythian declared war, and what are we gonna do to wipe them off of this Continent if it so happens to be the case.”

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Karina almost dropped the glass liquor cup she had just grabbed when she heard her mother’s statement.

Prythian had what? And they were going to do what?

On a normal setting, Karina would’ve struggled not to laugh, because even tho they had one of the most powerful armies in the Continent, that their soldiers were known for their brutality and efficiency, and they counted with a large amount of wealth and powerful people, they had always been some steps behind Prythian, behind the powerful High Lords and the great Seven Courts.

But now, after they had gone into a war with not other than Hybern…

The repercussions of a war could leave the strongest of kingdoms in vulnerability and danger, and Prythian, as of right now, wouldn’t survive another war with another powerful and healthy enemy.

“What, in the name of the Mother, is going on,” she asked in a low whisper to Maxon when everyone else was sitting at the table, discussing the supposed offense Prythian had committed against Anthra, while they stayed in a corner watching everything unfold. Fiona sat at their feet with a bored look on her freckled face, and the curls of her red hair falling in her soft olive skin.

Maxon was the second son of the Red Land Lord, she was the second princess, and Fiona was not even a princess yet, they weren’t needed in the big discussions yet, leaving them at the sideways at all times.

It had been why Maxon and Karina had gotten along so quickly centuries ago, they both understood each other, as they both lived under their siblings shadows.

“You can thank this all to my wonderful cousin,” he sighed, shaking his head, while Karina furrowed her eyebrows together.

“What does Yvett have to do with this?”

“She got killed,” he said it so nonchalantly that it took Karina a moment to actually process the words, and almost spit out the liquor in her mouth when she did.

“What?!” She murmured loudly, cleaning the few drops that fell on her chin with her wrist.

“Remember that guy I told you she ran away with?” Of course she remembered, it had been the biggest scandal in court for months.

“Yeah, what about him?”

“Well he was just as awful as her. The son of an apparently really importar member of the Court of Nightmares. She got in deep shit trouble and got what she deserved at the end.”

“That’s…” Karina stared at the male with a frown. “The most vague explanation I’ve ever heard.”

“I didn’t asked for much detail,” Maxon lifted an uninterested shoulder, and Karina rolled her eyes.

The death of Yvett wouldn’t have presented such a big conflict if she didn’t happen to also be the daughter of the Queen’s Alhara; a group of the five most rewarded and trusted soldiers of the Imperial Guard. And her mother’s oldest —and only— friend.

“Fucking hell,” she exhaled a long breath, and Maxon nodded with a sigh of his own.

“Fucking hell indeed.”

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“Please tell me mother is not going to do something outrageous,” once dinner was over and everyone was sent to their chambers to rest, the Basdearg sisters instead made their way to the palace gardens for a late night walk under the beautiful moon.

Arisa sighed, giving Karina a bad impression already.

“It’s…complicated.”

“Complicated? It’s not, really. You and I both knew Yvette, outside this lands that protected her for her mother’s rank, sooner or later she was going to get herself killed, that bitch was despicable.”

“Karina!” Her sister reprimanded, but did not corrected her, as she knew her words were true.

“What? It’s the truth.”

“You know mother,” Arisa said with another sigh, and Karina clicked her tongue in response.

“Mother has been looking for an excuse to put a spike on half of Prythian High Lords to put us above them.”

When Karina finished spitting her words, she looked at her sister and noticed the tiredness and wariness in her eyes, and sighed putting her arm around the female’s. Her sister was constantly working, constantly worrying, and Karina hated to see her so worked up.

“How’s Taj? Haven’t seen him today.”

Taj was her sister’s husband, they had been together for already 400 years, and were one of the only marriages in the history of their family that had been actually out of love.

They had been lucky when they met centuries ago in one of her sisters political trips around the Continent, he was a noble from another kingdom, and they had fallen madly and annoyingly in love.

In other words, they could be described as the perfect royal love fantasy, a happy, thriving couple. Now that Karina did envied.

Their mother had been so proud Arisa had secured a strong alliance, yet another thing she did unintentionally perfect. While the only person Karina had ever wanted had been never enough to please her mother. Even if Maxon was the son of a Lord, he wouldn’t give her mother more power, and that was enough for the Queen to disapprove of any kind of affection her daughter felt for the male.

“He’s…busy, organizing a trip,” Arisa said without looking at her.

Karina lifted an eyebrow, noticing the faint shimmer in her sister’s green eyes and smiling sideways.

“Aha…”

“And…” The Crown Princess sighed.

“And…” Her younger sister repeated.

Arisa stoped walking and took a deep breath, when they were face to face, Karina noticed the actual glow on the other princess’ eyes that spoke loudly with hope and excitement.

“We want to try to have a baby again.”

They had been trying to produce an heir for 300 hundred years now. And a century ago her sister had finally gotten pregnant, only to soon after have a miscarriage and lose the baby. They had stoped trying since then, recovering from the heartbreak.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, sis, but doesn’t your husband have to be, you know, here, to try for that baby?” Arisa laughed melodiously, and grabbed her sister’s arm again to resume their walk.

“He’s been busy finding Emeraya, have you heard of her?”

Emeraya was a very, very ancient healer who dedicated her life to helping fae females to have babies, since for them it was more easy to live 500 years than to have a baby in that time.

“Oh, Ari,” Karina hugged her sister tightly, while her heart murmured a prayer to the Mother and Cauldron to give her sister what she so much deserved. “You’ll have a family soon, I know it.”

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“Anything,” Karina smiled, leaving her sister’s embrace to look her in the eyes.

“We want to leave in three days time. But mother wanted me to go to Prythian to reunite with the High Lord of the Night Court. Apparently he requested an audience, maybe to try and make peace with our mother.”

“What a fool,” Karina snorted a laugh.

Of course she knew Rhysand. And some other High Lords of Prythian. But, as Rhysand was her mother’s least favorite of all seven of them, Karina had made him her favorite.

“You want me to go in your place?” She sighed, lifting a knowing eyebrow.

“Please?”

Rhysand was fun to be with, other members of his Court? Not so much. That male named Kier was one of those males you couldn’t help but want to throw up just thinking about him. And that Shadowsinger? Mother above, what a total waste of that much beauty.

“Ok. I’ll go,” she smiled tightly, but her wariness wore off when she saw Arisa’s bright smile.

“Thank you so much, Karina,” the oldest hugged her little sister, and Karina swallowed her sigh.

“Oh don’t think this is free, sis, this is going to cost you. Big time. I expect retribution after all this, in pretty dresses and shoes,” Arisa laughed, and took Karina’s hand to guide them both back to the palace.

[thepringlesofblood]

so. dimension 20 did a collab w heroforge and gave us this:

so OF COURSE I had to try and recreate these versions of the bad kids. looking at d20's minis and recreating them in heroforge is a favorite pastime of mine, and I've already made several iterations of the bad kids in heroforge. I'm interested to see how they compare!

for reference: the special items HF made for this collab are

Kristen's staff of doubt

the elven battle sheet

aguefort letterman's jacket

adaine's jacket of useful things

the infaethable bass

the infaethable wah-wah pedal

gorgug's artificer bandolier

The Ball's briefcase

2 decals - the aguefort A and a question mark

everything else goes beneath the cut bc no one should be subjected to the amount of detail I am about to go into without full consent

Riz first!

Pretty much the only thing I couldn't match was that the decals for those runes on his gun in the picture aren't actually available for that gun (at least not in vanilla HF).

notes

he has "elf ears" which is bonkers considering HF has many goblin & goblin-adjacent ears

yes, The Ball's briefcase is just the normal briefcase model with TB on it, but hey they tried! I think they wanted to make a thing for each character, and they made 2 for both Fabian (the sheet and the jacket) and Fig (the bass and the wah-wah pedal) so they went light on Riz since his gear is pretty well-represented by stuff already in HF.

I couldn't get his eyes to look as dead as they do in the announcement, but I think it's close.

this is one of the new face presets - "Strong Steady Features". I don't care for it, both in general and for Riz specifically.

compared with (my recreation of) Riz' actual mini for FHJY (made way way before these features were added and before the new faces were added as well)

same hair, same gun, same shoes, same pants, but the ears? "fey ears". none of this elf shit. fascinating.

Gorgug!

now he DOES have "half-orc ears", but his pants? "bard's pants" 0.0

not one of the new faces, but "heavy face" with a bunch of new edits applied

compare to (my recreation of) Gorgug's actual fhjy mini

the funniest thing is that at first glance it looks like they have the same shoes but the actual mini has the "beat up" version of the HF announcement shoes lol

Fig!

fig ALSO has "elf ears" despite technically being half-elf, but I'll forgive it this time. this jacket though...there is a leather jacket in heroforge. it rocks. but they chose instead to do the 'apogee crop jacket' (a sci-fi vibe) and just. color is all black? ok.

yes they put the wah-wah pedal in the update but you can't see it in the announcement

though they do have the fishnet pattern in HF, there is no decal for the kind of fishnets you see in the announcement.

she also has vampire teeth. make of that what you will.

she has one of the old face presets - "elegant features"

compare to (my recreation of) Fig's actual fhjy mini

at first I 100% thought the apogee crop jacket was just a HF announcement thing but the actual mini has it too!! bonkers. it's almost identical otherwise.

Adaine!

now you'd think! that the one elf! in the party! would just have normal elf ears! NO. maybe it's just the weird angle the shot is taken at in the HF announcement, but the ONLY way i could recreate what it looked like was by some Wild advanced posing with half-elf ears

also her pose is just so weird.

the jacket rocks tho

compared to (my recreation of) Adaine's actual FHJY mini

mostly the same clothes, but with actual elf ears. also the boggy is not screen-accurate they fully made their own boggy in the show. more of an action pose, adaine in combat.

Fabian!

he is. terrifying.

i love how since fabian isn't actually wearing a letter jacket in his mini, they try to like. sneak the silver/black aesthetic of his official art & mini into the weird lil brick pattern on his shirt

these pants are. hakama w kyana. it was the Only pants that looked right. why???

you cannot actually put the A decal where it would go on a letterman jacket. this was extremely difficult to achieve w a lot of creative finagling.

he does have half-elf ears at least. thank god.

someone give this man his cheeks back boy got shrinkwrapped

compare to (my recreation of) Fabian's actual fhjy mini

the actual fabian mini does have a real battlesheet the ribbons are an approximation.

his hair is more silver/gray than white

still half-elf ears thank god.

and finally Kristen!

honestly very similar to her actual mini, just different hair and face. also freckles less dramatic.

my recreation (of her actual mini) doesn't have the right hair bcthey combined 2 hairs for her - "feathered bowlcut" and some other one that makes it look longer.

[podsn]

Okay so I’ve been meaning to give my Epic the Musical Athena her own design. For the most part my previous animatics and art were inspired by how others drew her. I’m still gonna experiment with her clothes but I finally got a face down. I wanted her to have short hair and idk why but I decided a mullet would be an interesting design choice. I don’t think I ever drawn a mullet for a design so this was fun 😅 Ik she’s a god and like has never lost a physical battle but I wanted to give her a scar cuz it’s cool also kinda piggybacking off my last animatic even tho it wasn’t technically for epic the muscial. Also for coloring I gave her red and grey/silver with gold accents but I was thinking of maybe doing blue and silver since the color blue is often associated with wisdom and intelligence. Might experiment with that a little bit.

[sluttyhollow]

Hobie x alt black reader (gn)

Canon divergent (let’s just act like universes are all on the same timeline and the spiders can time travel without consequence,) reader is Miles older cousin, hobie doesn’t exist on earth 1610, black reader with locs (can be read as faux locs or even braids/twist tho) colored hair (color not specified) and piercings (nose, smiley, bridge), reader works with kids (unspecified jobs), your writer is from USA and wrote British English the best they could without it sounding ridiculous 😭

smut warnings: dub-con for sex under the influence of weed, mutual maturation turned into sex, gender and anatomy neutral reader

This got a big out of hand I fear, enjoy

18+ No Minors

Summers spent in the streets of Brooklyn as kid were always fun. The nature of being in a big city, there was always something for you and your little cousin Miles to do. As you grew up, the summers became summers and winters spent in the city with them. Then it became attending college nearby, then grad school, and now freshly graduated with a new job, you were staying with your Uncle Jeff and Aunt Rio while Miles lived in the dorms for school. Still your favorite little cousin, and you basically being his older sibling, he was home every weekend so you two could hang out. Miles told you everything, including his not so part time job as the neighborhood vigilante. Much to your displeasure and through his consistent insistence that he was safe, even reassured you that there were OTHER spider people in case he needed them. Which didn’t really make you feel better considering they were probably also young teenagers, later confirmed when he introduced you too his “friend” Gwen (the two teens obvious infatuation with each other causing your eyebrows to raise into your hairline). But they both seemed well enough that your worries disappeared for the time being.

With both your aunt and uncle working overnight shifts now that miles was older, you typically spent most nights and weekends in the home alone or with Miles and Gwen. That being said it was Friday night and miles should’ve been here a few hours ago. At your thoughts, you heard a thump echo from the living room. Assuming miles had finally made his way home you got up from your bed to greet him. Mouth fixed to call his name out in greeting as you walked into the front room all the words got stuck in your throat. Three different versions of spider man stood in the living room of your house. The one you recognized to be miles stood slumped up against a tall spider man covered in spikes, patches and buttons, holding his midsection as another spider man, this one whom you assumed to be Gwen, fussed about a wound on Miles stomach that you were finally taking notice of.

“What the fuck!? Miles!!” Jumping down the rest of the stairs you approached the three spiders, taking care to help them lie him down on the coffee table, you really couldn’t explain blood stains on the couch tomorrow.

“What the fuck happened” the one spider you didn’t know spoke, British accent filling the space around you as he finally pulled off his mask “hit a bit of a snag on a mission, but they got a good hit on Peter Pan before Gwendy and I grabbed him and legged it” if your cousin wasn’t bleeding on the living room table you’d take more time to appreciate the beauty of the man in front of you. Silver piercings across his perfect dark skin, teeth perfectly aligned in his mouth and a healthy set of wicks atop his head. All of which matched his spider persona perfectly.

Drawing your attention back to miles you hummed out a reply before reaching up to snatch the black mask off miles face so you could glare at him properly. Turning your head to see the other young teen in the room had also removed her mask you spoke to her “Gwen, I’m going to take his suit off to look at his wounds” at the mention of clothing being removed she turned bright red, excusing herself to find towels and first aid supplies you kept for miles specifically. With the help of the other man you helped sit miles back up and pulled the zipper on his suit down and rolled it so it sat on his hips before laying him back down to examine the damage.

The wounds were superficial enough, with the exception of one big gash in the center of his stomach, nothing a few stitches wouldn’t fix. After assessing the damage you re aligned your glare at Miles, who was staring at the other spider to avoid your wrath.

“Miles” a short hmm and the quickest side eye glance were sent your way. pinching his side with a decent amount of force you started your speech on scolding the teen, well teens now that Gwen was back with the supplies, on how they can’t just show up battered and bruised without warning, and their lack of safety, how dangerous being spider man was and how you’d just pass away if anything happened to them. Somewhere in the middle of your ranting, and finishing sewing Miles up, you were just ranting to be ranting. Turning your ire on the only person in the room who had felt it

“AND WHO ARE YOU ANYWAYS, YOU JUST LET THE KIDS AROUND YOU GET HURT LIKE THIS” you we’re cute. Colored locs framing your face while the rest sat tied up top of your head, metal pierced through your nose, directly between the prettiest pair of brown eyes and one more that showed itself whenever you talked. Plus you were protective of the two teenagers, which was also cute. A smirk, and air of nonchalance sat across his features as you yelled at him. Folding your arms across your chest you waited for him to answer you.

“Names Hobie luv, and those two blokes ran off to another demension on their own without me, I saved their arses from dying” at that both of you turned to look pointedly at the two teens who BOTH were now ignoring the two adults in the room. Turning back around to finally look at the man in front of you, letting out a deep breath that you weren’t really sure when you took in, as your hands slid down your face.

“Sorry bout that” it was mumbled and forced but Hobie understood your frustration. he too cared for the teens, but their recklessness knew no bounds when they were revved up.

“Ehh you gave em a proper scolding, yeah, can’t take it too personally” he chuckled and you followed suit, plopping on the floor next to him and introducing yourself. The two of you sat watching the young teens in front of you talk on the couch, both awkwardly fumbling over there words, Miles state of half undress still causing Gwen to be a red faced mess.

“Guess I should get Gwendy back to where she belongs luv, maybe we’ll meet under better circumstances next time yeah” standing up to his full height, before stopping a long arm down to your level to pull you up. the smile playing at his lips signified next time would likely be sooner than you thought, not that you minded too much. Bottom lip grazing your top row of teeth before your tongue followed its path, you hid the smile you felt creeping on your face nodding your head in ascent to his statement.

Nodding one last time as he and Gwen stepped foot through the portal that had appeared within your living room. Watching the place it was for a few more seconds before turning to face Miles, who was wearing a shit eating grin.

“You feelin ma boy huh cuz” you couldn’t stand teenagers really. They talked too damn much… he wasn’t wrong but damn.

“Still ain’t got enough fizz to bag Gwen I see” the smile on his face dropping to be replaced by a mean mug “still doing that tired move my dad tried to teach ya, ain’t got no better game” where his smile fell, yours was steady rising.

“But yeah I might be feelin ya boy just a little bit” with that, you turned on your heels and headed back up the stairs. You threw a goodnight over your shoulder towards miles before closing the door.

Though you knew you’d see him again, what you didn’t expect was to unlock the front door exactly a week later to find him pounding across the couch while, wait a minute is that another teenager on the floor. You were collecting new spider teens like Pokémon. The sound of the door opening and bags hitting the floor caused everyone to pause to look at you.

“Yoooo cuz! You know Gwen, and I’m sure you remember Hob” you caught the look he sent you after that “and this is my friend Pav, he works with us too” the kid in question was in front of you, arms encasing you in a hug before you could register that he even moved. And he was back on the floor waving and smiling at you before you could wrap yours back around him to reciprocate the action. Flashing a full smile at the kid, you went to pick up the groceries but saw a pair of black boot stalking off with your bags being toted by a pair and spike cuffed hands. Following them up the body they were attached to before setting your eyes on the pretty face you met the other day. He winked at you before walking into the kitchen, leaving you to follow behind him with the last remaining bag.

“Nice fit” Simple enough, without his spider man suit under his clothes he still looked every bit of attractive. Black jeans, held low on his waist by a couple belts, tattered band tee and his signature battle vest. Random jewelry littered across his hands and neck to match the ones across his face. Continuing your trek into the kitchen you started placing the groceries in their respective locations. Hobie’s brain fried for a second, not understanding what you meant, until the differences in British versus US slang registered. You meant his outfit, though your lingering gaze let him know you’d probably agree with British meaning of the word too.

“You look proper s’well” brown eyes taking in the Demonia boots, black cargo joggers, and black baggy cropped T-shirt you had worn to the store. Jewelry adorned in similar places as his, the lack of extra color in your black outfit making them stand out even more. The word cute flittered through his head again. Just As it had the first time he saw you. Leaning back against the counter, crossing one heavy boot clad foot over the other, he folded his arms across his chest and watched as you began putting the groceries up.

While you weren’t necessarily a shy person, his intense stare fixated on you moving about paired with the lack of conversation had you feeling nervous. Pulling yourself up to full height, which was still shorter than his overly tall frame, you fixed him with a smirk before saying

“I know I’m fine sweetheart, how bout you put those long arms to use and put these up for me” a chuckle slipped through his lips before he pushed himself up, moving far more silent than his boots should’ve allowed him to as he approached you. Hunching his lanky body over yours to grab the items you were holding in your hands, he turned his mouth toward your ear before whispering

“How’s about ya let me take a photo then luv” warm breath fanning across the side of your face as he pulled away standing back to his full height to put the items in the place you had previously mentioned.

The push and pull and subtle flirtling, barely there touching turned into makeout sessions and heavy petting when the teenagers weren’t around. For months you both let this little game continue until it came to a head one night in hobies flat.

“I’m just saying that people benefit from these systems Hob, the kids I work with, these systems prevented them from dying, they still suck and they need to be eridicated and reformed but the people can’t govern themselves cooperatively, we keep proving that we can’t handle it, not yet”

“Do more harm then good innit?”

“Somebody has to be willing to change it then yeah?”

Staring at you, Hobie’s chest filled with desire and then some. You weren’t a punk, not like him at least. But hearing you talk, knowing that while you may not be willing to set the establishment ablaze, you were willing to be the one to rip it apart and start something new and he loved that about you.

The two of you were having a smoke session, you providing the weed cause apparently Earth 1610’s was better. Somewhere between your second and third pre-roll the tension in the air became charged and somewhere after the third began its rotation you and hobie were stripped down to your underwear, both of you too high to deal with the feeling of clothes on your bodies, or so you said. Once the third was done you both were beyond faded and the tension was palpable, hidden barely by the sound of his tv playing something until Hobies voice cut through sending jolts through your already on edge body.

“I wan you to do somethin for me luv” two pairs of low brown eyes meet, both filled with something too good to be spoken

“Yeah, what’s that” it was barely above a whisper, eyes still connected as his next words sent arousal through your body “wan you to touch yourself for me” pulling your bottom lip between your teeth nodding your head as you rolled your legs from under your body to sit with your legs spread. Reaching between them to start toying with yourself slowly. Putting on a show for him to enjoy, and by the looks of it, he was enjoying. Picking up your hands motions, throwing your head back just slightly so you could let a moan of his name slip through. Hobie was a calm man, patience came to him naturally, but you were breaking his resolve and quickly. He’d been palming himself through his underwear since you started but he needed to feel skin on skin. Lifting his hips up just enough to pull his underwear just beneath his balls. Wrapping his large hand around the base and giving himself a squeeze to try and ease the ache he was feeling, he readjusted his attention back on you and began slowly stroking the length of his shaft.

Your head had dropped back down allowing your lidded gaze to meet his for a moment before it dropped down to watch his movements. Perfect, he was so god damned perfect, another moan falling out of your mouth at his actions. The movements of your hand speeding up pushing you closer to falling over the edge before a hand wrapped around yours effectively halting your movements and causing your eyes, that you hadn’t realized had fallen closed, to pop back open and stare at Hobie’s smirking face. Deep breaths racking through your body as a whine slipped out with your fading attempt at an orgasm. Without any words Hobie grabbed your body, placing you in his lap. Legs hooked over his longer spread ones exposing you so he can finish what you started.

Longs arms wrapped around your body, hands reaching down to graze across you. Every simple movement of his feeling like ice on your hot body, everything was just a little extra sensitive. Hands dexterous from years of playing guitar, rough and strong from his years spent defending the world. Easily toying with you until he was using his other arm to keep you firmly placed in his lap. Writhing around to combat the pleasure he was filling you with, your peak creeping back up up the length of his spine and finally pushing its way out as he worked you through your previously denied orgasm.

“S’good for me” voice deep, close to your ear, lips leaving kisses across the expanse of your neck as you came back down. Hobie WAS patient but you made every semblance of patient fr leave his body. Made he want to consume every bit of you to make you a part of him. Give you everything he’s got and then make more to give you and that exactly what he was going to do. Rolling you over to lay flat on your back, his body caged you to the bed as he guided your ankles to rest atop his shoulders. Using your previous mess, he rubbed himself across you, smearing it around your hole to aid in his intrusion, a rather sturdy looking one at that. Dark pink tip rested atop a brown shaft, glistening with your cum around it. Sitting even prettier nestled against you. Holding your legs down, he slid himself in to the hilt in one motion, making you both cry out loud. Hobie WAS patient and calm but you have seemingly erased any semblance of that. The feeling of you around him reduced it further below zero. It was all rough strokes, wandering calloused hands, teeth and tongues gnashing in perfectly fulfilling kisses.

Nothing could’ve made this feel any better. Bodies sliding against each other in the best of ways until both of you worked yourselves over the edge. Warmth filling you from his release as he held himself there to come down. Unlatching your ankles from where they’d come to circle around his neck, he placed your legs back on his mattress before pulling himself out of you to watch how his release leaked from you, perfectly contrasting against the brown of your skin. Not bothering to clean either one of you up, he fixed you both to lay correctly in the bed pulling the sheet up to cover your bodies.

“May not be one for labels but if ya let anybody touch ya like that I might kill them luv” labels may not be bad, he thinks. In this instance at least but unnecessary none the less. Hobie could hop through dimensions, and has had partners in the multitude of places he’s managed to visit when it was convient and staying in those universes for longer than what was necessary never crossed his mind. His universe needed a spider man sure, but he could also simply travel back and forth too. He’s sure he’s not the only spider person on his universe either. The thoughts were spiraling through his mind, he could make this work, he would make this work somehow.

“Hmmm” your voice cut through bringing him back to reality. You’d wrapped yourself around his midsection, sleep filling the tone of your voice. “I think we’re on the same page then yeah?”

He could think about it later he supposes.

[kingofthe-egirls]

BEACH HOUSE INVITE: LUFFY x Y/N

Requested by anon

(cw: kissing, fluffy fluffy fluff)

Ok so i based the reader/luffy dynamic off of the relationship bt him and Shirahoshi bc i'm in love with them. ugh.

Songs: "Superfruit" by Maude Latour (Luffy's pov)

uk the voice luffy uses to say goodbye to shirahoshi? the really sweet and kind one? yeah that's the voice he uses around you all the time

the crew notices and makes fun of him at first but eventually stop

bc he just keeps using it

so sweet and quiet and gentle, asking if you’re okay, if you want a snack (only after he's eaten tho lol)

Shirahoshi inspo/proof they're in love: The way he lets her hold him in her hands, the way he found her the first time by jumping on her boobs in the dark lmao

It’s like that with you, since the first time he saw you, with pink hair tumbling down your shoulders, cute bows at two pixie buns at either side of your head. the way you smell like the freshest sea breeze, he loves just standing next to you on the deck and breathing you in. you're literally a breath of fresh air

Also he knew immediately that he wanted to touch you. like, all the time. sweet and soft and gentle, he's in love with your curves, your supple skin, your flowy clothes and pastel eyeshadows. he's in love with your softness: your quiet, gentle bird's voice, the way that you smile and blush whenever he meets your sparkly eyes

You're also curvier than Nami and Robin (or most of the girls in one piece cmon oda) and he loves your squishy parts like your upper arms or lower hips (your ass, your tits), and he can't help from squeezing them, always passing his hands over you as he slides past you in the hallway, or playing tag with you on the deck (you love playing games with your captain; it's like you're little kids! you want to build sandcastles at the beach with him--which is why you invite him to the beach, originally)

***

"You need a break, Captain," you smile sweetly at him, holding the paper invitation in your hands. It's cream, with tinted pink designs of seashells on the edges. It has gold writing on it, giving him the address of your beach house and the dates you want him to visit. You hand it to him, sheepishly. He takes it, stars in his eyes as seagulls call over head. You hold your hands behind your back.

"Whooooaa, seashells!" He turns the paper over in his hands. "Is this for me?"

You nod, shifting on your feet. Your turquoise skirt floats around your legs. Your thigh pokes out from the deep slit on the side. Your golden sandals are laced halfway up your calf, with beads dangling from the side.

“I want you to come to my beach house!” You explain, “While the rest of the crew is on leave.” You bounce up onto your toes, your white crochet halter scratching against your underarms. Luffy bounces, too.

Except he bounces three feet into the air, rocketing around the ship like an elastic firework.

“OF COURSE I’LL COME!!!” He shouts from his perch on the mast, before slingshotting back down to land at your feet. He’s grinning six inches from you, hands around your waist. “Can we go now?”

***

You tie your silky, pink hair up in two ribbons, having french braided the top half into two pixie buns, letting the rest fall down your back in loose waves. The sea salt is already frizzing up your hair slightly, but you shrug. Luffy doesn’t usually care about stuff like that, anyway.

Besides, you like a little wildness.

You trot down the beach, following a singing Luffy who skips a few feet in front of you. You’re wearing a a silver bikini, with a lavender cover-up tied around your waist. Seashell bracelets decorate your wrists.

“Let’s build a sand castle!” You call, dipping your toes into wet sand. Sea stars and broken bits of shell litter the beach. Tide pools gather with snipping crabs and soft sands. You pick your way around any potential snippers, as you catch up to where Luffy’s kneeling in the sand.

He’s further away from the water, where the sand is dry and hot from the midsummer sun. The waves crash gently at the beach.

The house itself is up on the hill, grassy tufts of greenery lining the rocky incline. It’s white and blue and shuttered, with lacy trimming and a rickety screen door. It’s old, and small, and so, so cute. You’ve spent most of your childhood summers, here. You count yourself lucky.

Luffy is already scooping piles of sand into one big mound.

“Hey, that’s not how you do that,” you say, trudging up farther to the base of the wooden stairs that lead up the hill. You grab a shiny red bucket and a blue plastic shovel. You giggle, tipping any debris out of the old pail set you’ve used since you were a kid. A couple sand flies spurt out, but you shoo them away. Luffy calls your name.

“Y/N! I wanna be king! You can be the princess,” he grins as you come back. He’s squatting in his red swim trunks, chest left bare for the sun. His skin is almond honey, and his arms flex as he works. “Gimme the bucket,” he holds out a hand without looking. A comma of intense concentration forms between his eyebrows; he sticks his tongue out to the side.

“We should put a star on the castle, so everyone knows it’s ours.”

He snickers, scooping sand into the bucket. He pats it down with the shovel. “I like that, Y/N! Let’s go get one.” He searches around the shore for something worthwhile. You take the bucket from him, kneeling in the sand. Black and tan flecks stick to your upper thighs.

You busy yourself with tipping out sand pillars, forming the square ring for the castle. You’ll put a big mound in the middle, you think, and add turrets on either side. You’re lost in thought, scooping piles together, when Luffy comes back.

He lets out a low whistle, “Whew, that looks cool!” He sits down with a thump, toned legs crisscrossed like a little kid’s. He dumps out a bunch of sea shells, sand dollars, crab shells, and bits of broken rock and glass onto the sand. He giggles at his treasure.

“Look at this one, Y/N! It’s shaped like Chopper!” He holds up a brown bottle glass piece, with two sharp juts sticking out like antlers. You grin.

“That’s so cool!!!” You geek out with him, poring over the little beach gifts.

“I like this one,” you point out a silver seashell, glittering with opalescence on one side. The other is dark brown and ridged. “Abalone,” you explain, holding up the palm-sized piece. You trace your fingers over the iridescent shimmers, all turquoise and violet in the sunlight. It’s getting close to evening, soon.

“Mother of pearl,” Luffy says, tracing the outside ridge of the sea shell. “Nami likes that, too.”

You smile, softly. His fingertips move closer to yours, both of you holding the shell between you. His hand ghosts over yours, touching the back of your wrist. “I like you,” he says, voice cracking. “Do ya like me, too?”

A coral blush is formed on his cheeks, his dark eyes cast away from you for now. You duck your head to meet him. “Yeah,” you whisper, leaning forward so your lips almost touch. He doesn’t pull away from you; instead, his breath quickens. Your own heart is drumming away in your chest.

You press a kiss into his soft lips.

“Mm,” he moans, almost immediately, dropping the shell to cradle the back of your head. You both shift, so you’re sitting closer with his legs around your waist. You’re kneeling in the sand.

Luffy’s lips are soft as sugar, sweet and chapped and practiced. You didn’t know he liked girls, your crush always thrumming in your breastbone whenever he’s around. But he’s good enough at kissing to have done it plenty of times before. You wonder who he’s been kissing, but heat flares in your gut and you push that away for later.

Now, he’s running his strong hand up your ribcage, to softly palm at your breast. He moans, the sound pouring sweet into your mouth. His thumb strokes over your nipple, over the fabric of your swimsuit. He repeats the movement, twice.

“Luuuuffy—,” you whimper, hands scrabbling at his chest. You don’t know where to touch: his tanned shoulders, his muscular biceps, his strong forearms. You reach down for his hands, pressing them both against your cheeks. “I love you,” you whisper, eyes watering as you meet his.

Luffy’s boyish face breaks into a grin. He beams, pecking a kiss onto your cheeks. He peppers your whole face with kisses, nuzzling into your scent. “I love ya too,” he rasps, voice at your ear. He takes the shell of it between his teeth. Then kisses below your jawline. “Always have.”

“I know,” you whisper, eyes fluttered shut. His ministrations are heaven against your skin. You wrap your own arms around his waist, bringing him in closer. He giggles, kissing down your neck as he indulges you. “Me too.”

“Ahh, good,” he strokes your collarbone, thumbing over it gently. He leans the side of his head against your shoulder. His lips move softly against your neck as he speaks. “I thought so, but I didn’t wanna say anything. You’re so shy,” he snickers, “I didn’t wanna scare ya away.”

“Sorry,” you say, shrinking away. Your blush has grown hot on your cheeks.

“Don’t be,” he pulls back to peck at your face again. His eyes crinkle at the edges. He’s so handsome, oh my gosh. You kiss him, again.

And again, and again, and again.

***