#was trying to come up w a way to tie these drawings together and then i was literally seeing you know... thread. ties

[marinecorvid]

blorbos from my brain

[sugarverse]

𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙣 𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

word count: 3.2k

mentions of: yeah its just sex,, uhhhh ya get together at the end but it’s pretty vanilla and i think this might be one of my fav writings for iida so far ehehehe this story was so fun to make. I plan on making a pt.3 and I’m going to postttt soon idk :P

part one

moodboard here!

You tied a cute bow in the belt of your robe once more, walking over to him and fixing the glasses on his oh so cherry red face. “Tenya..?” You ask, sitting on the side of the table next to him. You glance down at the sketch, seeing how far he had actually gotten. It was pretty impressive for someone who is a beginner when it comes to realism, or art itself really. “Do you want some help?”

His jaw was slack, staring up at you now that you were so much closer. Whatever perfume you had on almost made him faint, and there was nothing he could really formulate besides a very quiet, “Ex..excuse me?”

“I said, Do you want some help..?” You tease, leaning down so your faces were only a few inches from each other. You reach for his tie, slowly sliding your hand down his chest. “I wouldn't want you to fail just because your model was a distraction..” You lean closer, gripping the end of his tie as ruby eyes glancing down at your pretty plump lips.

Did you mean help help him, or draw it yourself? There was no way he was reading into this wrong, right? Did you see his hard-on the whole time?? He gave a long blink, trying to keep his head on straight. “I w..would love-” Before he could finish the sentence, you tug on the tie and press your lips against his. He melted into you, hands placing themselves onto your hips softly almost as if you’d break if he did touch you.

He had yearned for this for so long. There was no way you felt this way all this time and he never picked up on it. The thought only made him deepen the kiss, his hands moving to hold your face in his palms. You let his tie go with a smile, giggling at his eagerness to kiss you back. You place your hands on his shoulder, feeling him stand but refusing to let his lips leave yours. It felt like fireworks were going off around the two of you, only pulling away when you both needed the air.

Tenya was once again standing with crooked glasses, red faced, and this time slightly out of breath. “Y/n I.. Why didn’t.. How did I not..” He panted, after what was only a few seconds, he crashed his lips against yours before you could even respond to his stuttering. You whimpered in response, attempting to untie the tie the best you could with your eyes closed. He helped you, loosening it and letting his hands tangle themselves behind your head and into the kitchen of your hair the best he could. He just wanted you closer. Closer than he already was.

You pull away from him, feverishly leaving kissing along his sharp jawline. He sighed, hands going back to your waist patiently. He rubbed your sides up and down as you kissed down his neck, letting out a breathless whine at the missing feeling of your warm lips against his.

“Why haven't we ever k..kissed before now if this is how you ..f-felt..” He sucked in a sharp gasp once you kissed the right side of his neck. Bingo. You bit down on that spot listening to him groan in your ear, gripping your hips a little harder.

You open your legs slightly so he can stand between them, his body involuntarily pulling you towards the edge as he takes the step towards you. “Because I can't lose you.. I never thought you'd feel the same..” You mumble against his skin, leaving open mouthed kisses down to his collar before unbuttoning it.

You could feel the hard-on poke at your thigh, tauntingly moving to grind against him. After all, the silk of your robe was the only thing keeping him from well.. you. He ached, looking down at you with an almost heartbroken look in his eyes.

“Of course I do, I have wanted you for a very long time.. I know I can treat you better than anyone else out there y/n. It hurts so bad when you'd find someone else more interesting than me. I thought I was too..” He paused for a second, groaning as he grinded against you subconsciously. “A square, if you will.” He chuckled nervously at the admission, feeling you nipping at the most sensitive part of his neck as he let out soft moans and grumbles.

You pull away to look at him, fixing his glasses from earlier with a small giggle. “There's nothing wrong with liking books, or wanting to follow the rules..” Manicured hand began to unbutton his collar and down his shirt.

“And I just never thought you'd go for someone like me. I assumed you'd want a shy girl or somthin’.. I guess we really did make an ass out of u and me.” You tease, giggling once more at your own play on words. You stopped about halfway down his shirt unless this was too much. You didn't wanna be too pushy but God did you want to see those abs.

He let out a small laugh as well, staring down at your gorgeous lips. “I would have told you a lonnnng time ago, y/n. I'm sorry I didn't–” He started, feeling your finger press against his lips to stop him.

“We know now, don't we? Now we move forward.” You wrap your legs around his waist, watching him nod until you move your finger away. “How about I finally help you?” You run a hand down his chest, watching him shudder at the feeling of your acrylics.

He leaned over you, hands moving onto the table rather than on your hips. “If we're going to do anything, I want to do it the right way..” You wanted to pout at his response. He was right, being caught would be absolutely terrible for the both of you. I guess it wouldn't hurt to go back to one of your apartments and finish? Ugh but then the mood is different..

As the gears in your brain worked, Tenya still mindless pressing against you, began kissing you once more. You smile, coconut colored eyes following as he kisses your neck. This time looking for you to gasp or make some sort of noise. His lips smirked against your skin, kissing down to your shoulder and moving the robe off of it. He bit right between your neck and shoulder, causing you to squeal and grip onto his shirt.

Your eyes fluttered, feeling him kiss down to your collarbone. He guided a hand to unbutton the rest of his shirt, the other going back to resting on your waist. He made sure to kiss down the valley of your breasts, not breaking eye contact with you once had he looked up.

“May I?” He motioned to the robe, watching you quickly shrug the silk off of your other shoulder and pulling the tie of your belt. All he needed was to open it up completely. He chuckled at your quickness, letting it pull around your legs once again. He made sure to kiss both of your boobs, finishing with the unbuttoning of his shirt. He used that hand to pinch at your nip, putting the other in his mouth to suck on.

You arch your back into his touch, whimpering as you squeezed your legs around him in response. You could feel him smile, swapping to give your girls equal attention. He felt you buck at such simple actions, kissing down your navel and to where your robe pooled.

“You sound so sweet.. I need to taste you. Wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to go first baby,” You melted at the name, nodding hurriedly. He smiled, going onto his knees and scooping his arms under your knees. He pulled you to the edge, watching you jolt in surprise. You could feel your heart beating in more places than one. The entire time the only thing that had been covering you up was that flimsy piece of silk which he finally moved out of the way, staring down at you for a moment.

This obviously wasn’t the first time he’s been in a sexual situation, but he couldn’t help but freeze for a moment. You were so stunning.. ethereal even. He really didn’t mean to stare, not wanting you to think something was wrong or he was too scared. Just very much in love with the look of you. He finally breaks concentration, looking up at you with a small smile. “You promise this is okay?” He wanted to double check just in case you saw him as he saw himself.. God forbid you did.

“I promise.” You put your pinky out, watching him move his hand from your thigh to interlock his pinky with yours. Without any hesitation, he shoved his glasses up and opened your legs wider. He kissed your clit before starting to suck on it, crimson eyes staring up at you to see what he was doing well vs what you didn’t like as much. Your breathing hitched, hand going to take the glasses and set them on the table so you could grip onto his hair the correct way. You rut your hips towards him, staring down in awe.

He couldn’t help but stare back up at you, strong hands keeping your thighs pressed against his shoulders despite your involuntarily squirming. He swirled his tongue around your bundle of nerves, hands gripping onto your thighs so he could be as close as possible. You tasted so sweet. Damn near sweeter than fruit, only making him want more. Flattening his tongue against you and going back to giving your sensitive spot hell.

You pulled at his navy blue hair, hands gripping onto him as you rode yourself against his tongue. Stuttering out praises through pants and moans, “Ffffuck.. tenya-ah!~” You squeak out, thighs beginning to shake from wanting to close. He slithered a hand from your thigh, teasingly tracing his index finger around your entrance. “Don’t t..tease me!” You leaned forward, hair falling around your shoulders as you looked down at him.

“Please please pl-ngh~!” Your begging was stopped by the feeling of two thick fingers sliding into you as he swirled his tongue around your clit some more. He made sure to curl them, feeling you clench around his fingers drove him insane. Thrusting his fingers into you even faster than his tongue was moving. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the knot in your stomach starting to tighten. You couldn’t keep quiet even if you really wanted to. You were on another planet.

The face you made when you came could only be described as angelic to iida, he watched as you came undone around his lips. You laid your back against the table as he lapped it up. Almost liked someone dying of dehydration. He slowed his fingers down, sliding them out of you to lick his fingers clean. He lightly placed your legs back onto the table. “You taste divine, you know that?” He asked, unbuckling his belt and tossing his wallet on the table.

You blink up at him, panting and giggling. “I know now,” You stared up at him, messy haired and mouth wet as lustful but loving eyes stared down at you. You took a mental picture, biting your lip to hold back your happy giggles. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sliding the belt off and placing it on the chair behind him. “Let me,” You lean forward, unbuttoning his dress pants hurriedly and unzipping them. It ached being hard for so long, but as many times as he’s imagined this to play out, he was always going to make you feel good first.

“I need you, y/n..” He admitted almost in a whisper, reaching for his glasses so he could actually see you. You tug his pants down, letting out a small laugh to yourself at the red checkered underwear he wore before pulling them down as well. You assumed he’d be big, the man is 6 foot and built like a fucking unit.

What you weren’t expecting was for it to spring right in front of your face. There’s no way that can.. Well, Doesn’t matter if it fits or not. No way you’d miss the opportunity. He let out a chuckle, assumingly at your wide eyes.

“You have me,” You smile up at him with half lidded eyes, changing your expression quickly so you werent the one looking like a deer in headlights. You grab his cock with manicured nails, licking the precum from his tip before siding as much as you could into your throat.

His breath hitched, a small groan leaving his lips. “No sweetheart, I mean I need you. As much as.. I’d l..love you to,” He let out a breathless sigh filled with pleasure, head tilting back.

“Keep.. feeling your mouth, I need you. Awfully bad, I might a..add.” He struggled to speak, moans escaping his lips as he felt you take him completely down your throat for a moment. You pulled away with a pop, smiling up at him.

“Whatever you want, sir..” You tease, sitting up and putting your hands on his shoulders, slowly sliding them to his neck to cup his face. “Give me a few more kisses, huh mister?” You didn’t even have time to lean up, feeling his lips desperately go back to yours. You tangle your hands in his messy hair once more, feeling him lay you down gently.

He pulled your legs to the edge once more, listening to the squeak you let out as he subconsciously manhandled you. He looks over to the wallet he tossed on the table earlier, opening it to fish for a condom that he always carried around. Not that he ever thought he’d really use it.

“You don’t need one,” You see him quickly look at you as if you were insane, vermillion eyes studying your face. “I’m serious! If worse comes to worse I’ll stop by the pharmacy. I want us both to actually feel it..” You sit up once more, pretty brown eyes staring up at him pleadingly. You place a hand on his arm, which was enough for him to go standing right back in front of you.

“Are you sure, y/n? Absolutely positive?” He asked carefully, cock twitching at the cold air of the room. The snow from the skylight had covered it so much the room was practically black if it weren’t for the very dim but few lights in the room. You nod, giving him a reassuring kiss on the cheek.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” You smile, laying back down. Big hands gripped your hips as he lined himself up to you, staring down at your sensitive bud for a moment before slowly sliding the tip into you. You whimper, gasping and letting your eyes roll back as he slid what you could take into you. You felt full, eyes trying to focus on the man in front of you.

“Fuck..” He muttered, leaning over you and kissing up from your collarbone to your neck, holding you close as he started to move gently into you. He knew he was big, and he didn’t plan on hurting you. he wanted it to be the best experience you’ve ever had.. despite the uncommon location. You hug him quickly, whining out and pressing your face into his shoulder. It couldn’t get closer than this.. Or so you thought, feeling him slowly start to fuck you open and press against that spot. Tears well in the corners of your eyes, gasping and biting the pain into his shoulder.

He hissed, making sure to go as slow as his mind and body would let him. He needed to see you completely undone, but your comfortability and adjusting to it would come first. “It’s okay sweetheart, ‘m right here. I got you. “ He whispered into your ear, nipping at your lobe with a small smile. You could hear how passionate he was in his voice, letting your legs wrap around him once more.

After a few more slow thrusts into you, you move from his shoulder and whisper back. “F..Fuck me like you mean it, Ten. I can take i..it.” You mewled out, feeling him kiss from your cheek to your lips before slamming into you. You squeaked, having trouble trying to kiss back. You couldn’t quiet down even if you wanted to. Your nails grab at his back, lightly scratching so you didn’t rip his skin open. Shit, fucking you like this you might not be able to stop yourself.

He shuddered at the feeling, pulling away from your lips to leave open mouthed kisses against your neck. You bite your lip hard, you didn’t know what time it was but you knew there were still people in the building. He slid his hands up to your back, letting his hands hold onto your shoulders from underneath you to keep you still while he fucked your brains out.

You were seeing stars, biting and leaving hickeys all over him to muffle yourself. He gritted his teeth, glancing down at you through foggy glasses. “You take it so good, honey.. Need..Need you like this all the time.” He huffed out, letting out another breathless chuckle at your fucked out expression. “Can I have you?”

Broken sobs of pleasure was really all you could give in return, nodding as quick as you could before kissing him once again. He smiled against your lips, letting a hand slide down to your clit. He only thumbed over it a few times before you came, legs squeezing tighter against his torso. He pulled his hand away, moving both of them back to your hips. He was obviously close too, but it felt so good he wasn’t sure he could pull out exactly in time.

“G-Gotta let me pull out, honey..” You shake your head no, burying your face into his skin once again. “Need.. need to feel.. In me– cum in me.” He began to slow down, trying to think through racing thoughts and how good you felt around him. It wasn't much time to make the decision and professionalism was already out the window at this point. “P.. Please- please tenya~?” You cry out, hugging close to him. If that’s what you wanted, he was going to oblige.

He gave a couple more thrusts, cumming into you and holding you close. Once you pulled away enough, he left peppered kisses amongst your neck and jaw.

You smile, sighing out tiredly before giving him a few kisses on his poor red lips. “You are my favorite human being on the planet,” You huff out, trying to continue but your thoughts were a bit scrambled. “I’m yours. For as long as you want me.”

He quickly responded, kissing your cheek in conformation. “Forever. I want you to be mine.. Forever.” He was sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead and still out of breath himself. His face was red, eyes hanging low from both tiredness and wonderment.

You giggle at his response, taking his glasses and cleaning them with the silk of the robe that was under you.

“Forever it is.”

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Stressed Spelled Backward Is Desserts | Quinn Hughes

Summary: Quinn comes home to his girlfriend stress baking.

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

Warnings: Food, Flirting, Fluff, use of terms like baby, honey, love.

Notes: Hi guys!! Holy moly, I did not expect my last post to have so many interactions!! I'm glad yall liked it. Anyways, here's another one! If there's anything else yall think should go in warnings, please let me know! Also, I'm thinking of making a part 2 to this one, so if yall are interested, please let me know! I hope yall enjoyyy. Love Soph.

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Usually, the sound of the apartment door opening would be enough to draw your attention away from what you were doing and greet Quinn with a kiss at the door. Although with the music in the background, the consistent buzz of the stand mixer and the kitchen fan going, you didn't register it.

The first thing Quinn noticed was the smell. It smelt like sweet heaven. Cookies, maybe..? The second thing he noticed was all the different noises. The kitchen fan, the music, a weird buzzing, and what sounded like you mixing something in a metal bowl.

Quinn toed off his shoes, hung up his keys, and peaked into the kitchen cautiously. You were indeed mixing something in a metal bowl. That's when Quinn noticed the absolute massive amount of cookies spread out on the kitchen island. There must've been at least five different kinds.

He turned off the music, and as soon as he did, you whipped around and crashed into his chest, not expecting him to be so close. He grabbed your arms to stop you from stumbling backward.

"Hi," he smiles fondly, pecking you on the forehead.

"Hello," you grin, bumping your head against his chest in greeting.

"Whats all this?" He asks as you wriggle out of his arms to go back to mixing what Quinn assumes is icing or filling of some kind.

"I was stressed," you shrug, as if that explained it.

Quinn looks at you with a raised brow. He sits on the bar stool, shrugging off his suit jacket, loosening his tie and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt "That doesn't explain why it looks like a bakery threw up in our kitchen." He says, plucking a cookie off the plate.

He bites into it and resists the urge to moan out loud. It was still warm from the oven, and the chocolate was warm and melty. On the second bite, he actually moaned out loud because holy shit, there was caramel in the middle.

"You like it?" You giggle

"Mhmm," Quinn mumbles around a mouthful of cookie. You watch him lick chocolate off his thumb, and he gives you a wink that has you blushing.

"You still never answered my question, Love," Quinn says, eyes roaming to the next cookie he wanted to try.

"You've never heard of stress baking?" You ask, holding out a spoon of what looks like raspberry mush for him to try. He leans over the counter and lets you feed him. He smacks his lips together, making a sour face, and you laugh.

"Never in my life, but I think I like the concept." He says, snatching what looks like a white macadamia nut cookie off a cooling rack. "But still, what are we gonna do with all of these? There's no way we can eat this much cookies between the two of us. There must be at least five dozen!"

"Probably closer to eight dozen," you say sheepishly. As if on cue, the oven timer beeps. You don the oven mitts and pull another tray of cookies out of the oven.

Quinns eyes widen, "That's like...ninety-six cookies"

"One hundred and four actually"

"What? No? Eight by twelve -"

"Thirteen," you interrupt

"Love, a dozen is twelve." Quinn says, watching as you mix the raspberry lemon jam thing into cookie, another batch of cookie dough.

"A bakers dozen is thirteen." Quinn's eyes go wide.

"Damn. I don't know if I should be concerned about what's causing you so much stress or if I should start stressing you out once in a while for the sake of some dessert." He jokes.

"Oh honey, you don't have to stress me out, to bake for you. I will bake you whatever you want whenever you want. All you gotta do is ask." You pause in thought for a moment "and maybe fuck me" you add with a mischievous grin.

Quinn grins leaning over the counter "baby i'll fuck you whenever you want, wherever you want, however you want, all you gotta do is ask."

You roll your eyes at him, unable to keep the smile off your face. "You wanna lick the spoon?" You ask, holding the jam spoon out to him.

"I wanna lick you," he grins, closing his lips over the spoon. A blush instantly rises to your cheeks, and you flick the end of the spoon that hangs out of his mouth. He groans as it clangs against his teeth, dropping it onto the counter as you laugh at him.

"Go change and come help me," you say, leaning over the counter to kiss him. He kisses you back happily "yes chef" he murmers against your lips.

He kisses you one more time before disappearing into the bedroom to change. He comes back out dressed in a black henly and grey sweats, with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.

If you hadn't just made over one hundred cookies, you'd be having Quinn as your snack because holy shit did he look fine. Damn you were lucky to have him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Quinn asks a little self conscious, as he dons the apron you hand him.

"I'm just thinking about how I'm so lucky to have you." You smile, standing on your tip toes to press a kiss to his lips. He wraps an arm around you, not letting you pull away. He tastes like raspberry. 

"I love you Y/n" he murmers against your lips with a grin.

"I love you too," you say, bumping your hip against his, "come on, these cookies aren't gonna shape themselves"

"So bossy." he chuckles, getting to work beside you. He stands close enough so that your hips and arms are brushing against each other as you work.

After a few hours, a flour fight, a couple dozen more cookies, a thorough scrubbing of the kitchen and a shower, you and Quinn lay on the couch with a half eaten plate of cookies infront of you.

"Y/n love, what are we gonna do with a hundred cookies?"

You sigh. That was a problem you'd been trying to solve for the past while. You couldn't very well throw them out. "Could we give them to the team?"

Quinn taps his chin in thought, "I don't want them to know how good of a baker my girl is, or they might try to steal you from me"

"Don't worry, they couldn't take me from you if they tried." You smile, pressing a kiss to chin,"but seriously, can we give them to the team?"

Quinn sighs dramatically. "Yes, I suppose we can. They are gonna have to do extra laps for them, though"

"Yay!" You jump up from the couch, dragging Quinn with you, to help box up all the cookies for him to take to practice later. After boxing up all the cookies and helping Quinn take them to his car, you kiss him goodbye and reluctantly go back to your studying.

As soon as you open your laptop, you sigh, remembering why you decided to bake a hundred cookies instead of work on this stupid shit. You text Quinn to have a good practice, and with that, you get back to work.

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Wc: 1.2k

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Apologize - Part 2

Feyd Rautha x Wife!Reader

Series: Part 1, Part 2

Warnings: MDNI, oral (fem receiving), praise, smut, dirty talk, slight degradation, denial, general filth

Words: 1.2K

Description: Feyd has been busy with meetings. You take matters into your own hands. Now you get to pay the price.

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“Please” You whine, pulling against the restraints that tie your wrists to the bed posts. “You’re torturing me, my love.” 

Feyd’s breath ghosts across your thighs as he laughs from his perch between them. “If you want my cock, you’ll have to beg harder darling.” You squirm, kicking your legs out in an attempt to push your husband away. “None of that,” Feyd says, spanking your outer thigh. “You’re gonna sit there like a good fucking girl, and take it until I say you’re done.”

Feyd hooks his hands under your knees, pushing them up to your chest in one swift move. You cry out as he dives back into your sensitive cunt. Feyd had carried you back to your rooms after the scene you made in his meeting. He refused to let you touch him and hadn’t made a move to even try and fuck you. Instead, your husband had thrown you on the bed and tied your hands. Feyd spent the better part of the last hour feasting on your cunt and keeping you on the edge, stopping just before you came each time. 

Your eyes roll back as you feel yourself approach another climax. “Right there! Please just a little more-” Feyd latches onto your clit, humming and lapping at the little bud. You moan, bucking into his face harder. “Yes, yes, yes, thank you! I’m gonna-” It never comes, and you whine in frustration, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Feyd had pulled back just before you reached your peak. He drops his grip on your legs, wiping your slick from his mouth with the back of his hand. “So good for me,” he praises. “Taking your punishment so well. How many more do you think you deserve, darling?”

“Please let me come.” Your breaths come out in pants as you come down. “Please, anything. My love, I’ll do anything.”

“I know you will,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead as he smooths your hair down. “Which is why you’re gonna give me another. Just one more and it’ll all be over. You think you can do that?”

You shake your head furiously back and forth. “I can’t, it’s too much.”

“Yes you can,” Feyd purrs, kissing his way back down your body. “You want to know why?” he asks as he stops to tweak your nipple. 

“W-why?”

“Because I’m going to make you.” 

Feyd latches onto your cunt with renewed vigor, sliding two fingers into you. He massages your walls with practiced ease, playing your body like it was an instrument. Your climax is already building again, pitifully fast thanks to the near hour that Feyd has dangled you on the edge. Your legs are shaking with the effort to hold back your orgasm, and you feel Feyd grin into your cunt. He wrenches his head back, moving a hand to draw firm circles on your clit as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. “Fuck darling, can you hear that?” You try to ignore him, but Feyd is right. You’re so wet, that you can hear every thrust of his fingers. “Gods you’ve soaked our bed. The servants will need to burn the sheets, because they’re never going to get the scent of your needy cunt out of them.”

You're hurtling towards climax, squirming away from Feyd’s hands as you babble nonsense. Just as you feel your peak nearing, he rips his hands from your cunt. You scream in frustration, snapping your thighs together in an attempt to get enough friction to cum. Feyd  stares at you in awe, gently pulling your legs apart and murmuring praises. “There you go,” he says, stroking up and down your thighs to soothe you. “It’s all over now, you did so good for me.”

“No more,” you whine. Your body is exhausted from the constant torment, your thighs quivering in his grip.

“Shh,” Feyd soothes, reaching for his knife to deftly cut the ties at your wrists. You wind your arms around his neck, weakly clinging to him and pulling him down to a kiss. He pulls away from your embrace, standing up to strip out of his robes. “You think you can do one more thing for me?” Feyd asks, crawling back to cover your body with his own. 

You nod in agreement, letting him guide your leg to hook around his waist. A sigh falls from your lips as you feel him finally slide into you. “I need you to lay back, and take it like the obedient little wife I know you can be.” He hisses, fucking into you with lazy thrusts.

“Fuck, Feyd.” You moan, rocking to meet every thrust of his hips. Your hands claw uselessly at his back, and Feyd moans at the pain before fucking harder into you. 

“Come on,” he growls. “Take it. I want you dripping with me by the end of tonight. My darling girl is gonna complain that I’m not giving her enough attention? I’ll make sure you can’t even walk without remembering tonight.”

Feyd pulls out, flipping you onto your hands and knees. He pushes your shoulders down into the mattress, forcing your ass up higher. “Ass up darling, present for me.” Feyd demands with a spank to your ass. He fucks back into you, the new angle making his cock hit even deeper into you than before.

You sneak a hand down to rub at your clit, desperate for some friction to send you over the edge. “No,” Feyd orders, grabbing your hair in his fist and pulling you up. Your back is flush with his chest, and his free hand slides up to twist and tug at your nipples. “I told you to just stay there and take it. Not play with your greedy cunt.”

“M’sorry,” you whine.

“It’s not your fault,” Feyd purrs into your ear. “My desperate little girl is so used to getting what she wants. Maybe if you ask nicely enough, I’ll let you come and milk this cock dry.” Feyd bites down on the junction between your neck and ear, before pulling back and lick and kiss at the teeth marks.

“Please, my love,” you beg breathlessly. “Please sir, please na-Baron. I need it so bad.”

“Need what? You’re going to have to spell it out for me, darling.” Tears are now dripping down your cheeks, and your husband tilts your head towards him to lick them away. 

“Please make me come.”

Feyd needs no further invitation, sliding a hand down to rub ruthless circles against your clit. Your climax hits you almost instantly as you finally get the friction you’ve been needing. “That’s it, darling. Come for me. Do it. Drench my cock.” Feyd hisses as he fucks into you deeper and continues to abuse your clit. “Fuck darling, your little cunt is practically strangling my cock.” You cry and squirm against him as oversensitivity sets in. “Just a little more,” he moans, “I’m almost there.”

His thrusts are getting frantic and sloppier as he approaches his climax. “Come for me, my love,” you whisper. Feyd cries out a moan, biting down on your shoulder roughly as he cums. You’re both a panting and sweaty mess, chests heaving as you come down from the high. 

Feyd gently pulls out, laying you down to plant kisses across every inch of your skin. You whine and pull him up for a kiss. “Round two?” He asks playfully. Rolling your eyes, you push him away. 

“My love, I might just need a week away from you to recover.”

Note: Thanks for all the love on part 1! I hope you all enjoy this filthy sequel. As always, I am accepting requests for fics. Let me make all your crazy ideas come to life. <3 - Lacie

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[pukanavis]

Kiroku Kinugawa SSR "Cosplaying With Love" Track 1

Location: Living Room

Nanaki: Thanks for waiting on this page for me, Kiroku. You can turn to the next one now.

Kiroku: Okay…

Momiji: (Huh? Everyone except Ushio-kun is crowded onto the sofa around Kiroku-kun…)

Ushio: …

Akuta: Umm~? “Indeed…I have come to–” …Re…rejahvenate?

Muneuji: Rejuvenate.

Akuta: Thanks! Rejuvenate! “I have come to rejuvenate this school. To carry out my plan, I have traveled from the future” —

WHAAATTTTTT!? HINOMIYA IS FROM THE FUTURE!?

Nanaki: Woah, chill out.

Kiroku: Isotake…my ears…

Akuta: Oops, my bad.

Ushio: The shrieks of a first-time reader never gets old.

Momiji: You boys look like you’re having fun. What’re you up to?

Nanaki: Oh, it's Chief.

Muneuji: We’re reading the new volume of Patibato together.

Akuta: None of us could wait for our turn with the book, so we ended up putting Kiroku in charge of holding it while the rest of us read over his shoulder!

Momiji: That's nice…Patibato is Ushio-kun’s favourite manga, right?

Kiroku: You…know it…too?

Momiji: Mhm, I remember it from a heated café conquest that me and Ushio-kun took on together…!

Nanaki: What’s that all about…?

Ushio: Let’s not talk about that, Chief-san.

Akuta: Do you wanna join our read-along then? Come sit, there’s a spot next to Kiroku with your name on it!

Akuta: I’ll watch from back here—

Kiroku: …Isotake…stop clanking your jaw…against my head…

Momiji: Ahaha, thank you! I’ll squeeze in here then…

Nanaki: gh…

Kiroku: …?

Muneuji: Let’s carry on from the scene where Reito obtains a new spatula and challenges Hinomiya to a rematch.

Kiroku: Okay…

…Ah.

(The paneling on this page is…incredible. It communicates Reito’s resolve and his relationship with Hinomiya, all in just a single drawing…)

I want…to try drawing this…

Ushio: …!

Momiji: I’d love to see this scene in your artstyle!

Kiroku: Nanamegi, could you…help me again…

Ushio: Buddha Statue~? Drawing is one thing, but you’re not going to ask him to model for you again, are you now?

Kiroku: uh…

Nanaki: Wellー

Akuta: Did someone ask for a model!?

Hold that thought! To the kitchen!!!

Akuta: Here, hold this spatula! 

Nanaki: You’re zipping around like a hummingbird.

Akuta: I, the great Akuta Isotake, will provide you with the perfect poses for you to draw to your heart’s content!

One. Two. Three—

Kiroku: This…feels more like a croquis…than a sketch…[1]

Muneuji: This is the scene you’re trying to replicate, yes? Why don’t we dress Nanamegi in an apron as well then?

Akuta: You’re a genius! I’ll change up his hair style with a hair tie while I’m at it.

Momiji: Ahaha, that’s perfect. Wait, isn't this type of thing called cosplaying..?

Ushio: As if. This is way too scuffed to be cosplay.

Kiroku: Cos…play…

Nanaki: Aren't you good at that type of thing, Akuta? I remember you showing me a horseshoe crab outfit once.

Akuta: Oh, the magic horseshoe crab! I wouldn’t call that a cosplay, it’s more of a costume for making films with.

Cosplay is like, something too sexy for me to even directly look at…I’m not ready for that yet…

Momiji: I definitely see a lot of those type of cosplays during Halloween…

Ushio: …

Don’t talk about—

Sakujiro: —Cosplay in such a manner!

Akuta & Momiji: AAH!?

Momiji: Sakujiro-san!?

Kiroku: W-Where did you…come from…

Sakujiro: Pardon me. I heard mention of my area of expertise and had to intervene.

Nanaki: So it’s not just dressing up in an outfit you like?

Ushio: *sigh*…Allow me to offer a simple explanation that even a casual like yourself can understand. 

Cosplay is about using your understanding of a character’s personality and lore to embody them.

Sakujiro: Likewise, it is just as much a way of expressing your love for a character. It would be disrespectful to describe cosplay as anything short of a distinguished art form!

Akuta: Ohh, I get it. It’s kinda like those super dedicated actors that do method acting! I guess I can manage to look directly at something like that!

Kiroku: Cosplay…is an art too…

Ushio: If you still want to do it, then I’ll be putting your love of Patibato to the test.

Momiji: Huh? Do…what?

Akuta: He's gotta be talking about a modelling contest, right?

Muneuji: I believe he’s saying that we should all try embodying the Patibato characters. I will do my best not to disappoint. 

Kiroku: ah…

Sakujiro: Allow me to join you as a judge, if I may.

Nanaki: Even Sakuchan-sensei got roped into this…

Kiroku: (All I did was say I wanted to draw something…how did we end up here…?)

(But…this’ll help me draw a sketch so…it’s fine…right?)

Next

Notes 1. Croquis is a french word that refers to a rough sketch of a live model before they change poses.

[haveihitanerve]

Heyyy, me again!

I got homework due so this'll not be as long as some other asks-

Damian (or Tim), post some pictures/drawings of Batman on their socials, then have to deal w/ people in their dms being weird about it (aka thirsting over the drawing).

If you go w/ Damian, I think he'd take it as an insult to his father's dignity lmao.

Tim had taken hundreds of pictures of Bruce. Thousands, quite honestly. Both in and out of the suit. He couldn't help it, even though now he no longer needed it for evidence. Bruce was just... he was just so photogenic. In possibly the worst way ever. Tim just couldn't help himself. He needed to take pictures. And Bruce was.. well he was just always there. And Tim... he wanted to capture their moments, wanted to be able to look back on their time together.

He snapped pictures on patrol, when Bruce laughed at one of his jokes, head tilted back, eyes closed, fully relaxed and trusting Tim to have his back, almost like he was savoring the laugh.

He snapped pictures at home, when Bruce was collapsed on the couch, when he was hunched over a case, when he was hugging Dick, or Jason, or fixing Damian's tie, or helping him with homework, or twirling Steph and Cass in a circle, or slow dancing with Selina, or dancing with Babs, holding her up so she could feel like she was standing again.

He snapped pictures during meetings and during calls, during fights and during calm, from close and from afar, with other people or alone... and he never shared them with anyone. Not really. Sometimes, he would pull out one or two pictures as blackmail, show them off. Other times he would use them as proof against Jason, or Dick.

But this one... this picture Tim felt the need to share. It wasn't... anything extraordinary. Not really. It was just Bruce. A side profile. Leaning over the edge of a roof, one leg propped up, his arm resting on it, staring off across Gotham. The gargoyles that framed him on either side were like guards, and the sunlight just peeking over the horizon offered a calm, peaceful look. A protective look.

The Guardian and his People Tim titled the photo, and before he could stop himself, posted it. The replies... exploded. Sweet messages, suspicious messages, loving, hating.... but mostly... horny. Tim was disgusted. It was... revolting the things people said.

Dick found the picture and framed it in his room in Bludhaven, though Tim knew he didn't tell Bruce. Jason liked it. Steph, surprisingly, didn't insult it, and saved it. Cass obviously liked it. Damian started drawing it. It was... nice. Sure, people wanted to fuck his father in ways that were... not ethical. But to those others... to him, to his family. It was Bruce that mattered. Tim closed the comments but left the picture. um idk what that was lemme try again

Damian didn't know what he expected, quite honestly. Screams were not uncommon in Wayne Manor. Everyone had their demons. Everyone had their issues.

But these screams... these were dark, guttural. Tortured. A horror Damian had never heard before. It chilled him to his very bones and against his better judgement... he crept out the door, heading for the room responsible. He was shocked when he realized it was coming from his fathers room.

He pushed the door open slowly, just seconds after the screams cut off. Father was awake. Damian stilled, quiet in the doorway, curious despite his survival instincts screaming for him to run. Bruce was kneeling on his bed, his black sheets pooled around his legs, naked from the waist up. His arms were flexed, laying on top of his thighs, and darkness poured from behind him, shadows curling around his body, paler than the moonlight. His eyes were closed, head drooped. Dark, black hair falling across his face. The words jumped to his mind, the painting already forming.

The Fallen Prince. Damian bowed his head, backing up slowly, but the words would not leave his mind. The Fallen Prince. Beautiful. Alone. Deadly.

He finished the painting the same day and couldn't just handle seeing it alone. Frantic, he grabbed his phone, logging onto his secret account that no one in the family followed, and snapped a picture, posting it.

The replies were instantaneous. "he can fall on me." "We can be alone together" "that dark spot underneath him..." "he can kneel on me." Damian deleted the post the next day, and never spoke of it again. But the painting still remained, buried in the back of his closet, illuminated faintly every time he moved his clothes aside. The Fallen Prince.

ugh okay idk what it is about this prompt but idk i cannot get it right! sry this one just aint working for me, hope you still enjoyed the stories tho, tho they aint correct... idk what it is but my fingers just cant write it properly 🤷‍♀️sry

[mylove-thresher]

Can I get the virus Narancia lore it seems delicious also your dog is adorable

I’m an absolute yapper so of course xd

ok so tbh I’m tryna pull my ideas together bc to me everything is a multiple endings game since I have so many thoughts but so far I think I have something pretty solid

so basically as usual narancia dies but uh. Idk man. His soul was kinda wandering around (whether he was conscious or a “leaf flying in the wind” situation) and I guess it got stuck in Fugo’s computer. To me they’re connected in every universe. Doomed or not. So narancias soul was naturally attracted (like literal magnets) to Fugo’s surroundings. So um. He kinda became a computer virus (question mark. He’s just similar to one, but he might have full control over the computer like it’s the system itself. I think he’d be able to turn it on and off, open files and move them around at will, etc. He can also see outside of the computer screen, seeing as he interacts with fugo (who is absolutely fucking terrified).) So when he first pops up in his pc he’s either very curious as to where he is and what’s going on (“leaf flying in the wind” situation) or he is fully conscious of what’s happening (purposefully going into fugo’s pc). Honestly I think he’s trying to ignore the fact that he’s dead by acting like usual and avoiding the topic. I feel like people don’t realize they’re dead until they, well, realize it. Takes them a while. Or at least in this au, I’m not yapping ab irl or anything 😭.

Switching it up to fugo now, I think he’s just constantly panicking and screaming and crying bc wtf why is his dead friend in his pc LMAOOOO fugo is just absolutely traumatized he tries breaking his pc, changing his usbs to see if any of any of them have a virus, checking his internet downloads, etc. Anything and everything to see what the fuck is going on and how to get rid of this torturous shit. Meanwhile narancia is just opening tabs randomly, showing him funny vids and typing stuff in notepad docs. Like genuinely just trying to be friendly and silly like before but I don’t think he knows how scary this must be for fugo.

fugo feels sad, scared and perhaps guilty (this takes place around the time of phf, except phf isn’t real here. Just using the start of phf as a way to locate this au in time. Oh also I don’t think stands exist here bc… too tedious. So Fugo knows narancia is dead, in conclusion.) he’d probably think he’s coming back to haunt him and thinks he’s not just in his pc, but everywhere. (And it might be true! I did a drawing (that I haven’t posted yet, expect more later) ab narancia in Fugo’s phone, so maybe he is able to move from electronic to electronic)). Fugo becomes paranoid (PARANOIIIIDDD PARANOIIIIIDDDD PARANOIIIIIIDDDDD YEAHHH 🗣️ (I’m sorry. T,TC fan here.)) and fidgety (I hc he fidgets w his tie and earrings… like me… ugh… 💔) and narancia is just making jokes ab it 😭. His ass does NOT know how panicky fugo feels. Fugo just wants to be left alone and use his pc but Nara fucking pops up and fugo throws his mouse at the screen every time EKISDE. Kinda like. Narancia jumpscare…

so anyway, idk what happens in between (or maybe I do but I don’t remember my ideas), but at the end, fugo starts being less scared and just more depressed about it. He’s kinda realizing narancia is trying to avoid realizing he’s dead, so he just wants him to let go of him. Like dawg ily but let me go. It’s kinda like narancia is clinging to the last things he liked. In fact, one of the reasons he’s in the pc (more like, remains in it) is bc of his old games. I think fugo let Narancia play games on his pc bc they’re friends duh. And after Nara died Fugo kept forgetting to delete his games, but he might’ve just felt too sad to let go of something that his late friend loved so much, something that gave them fun memories. Narancia is also still in the pc bc he likes fugo (/p or not, I think this can be either and still be coherent. I like fugonara but I also like when it’s platonic lolz) and obv wants to hang out w him like before. Fugo also would’ve wanted things to go back to normal NOT in that way. he’s having a breakdown every time virus Nara appears so um. Yeah 😭. (I mean wtf r u supposed to do if ur dead friend appears in ur pc bro)

So eventually virus Nara has to fucking go bc. I said so. I want this to be a bit sadder than it might already be. So he either breaks the fucking pc OR, an idea I rlly liked, he deletes Narancia’s game files. In one of my drawings, I added the file icon for his games and one of Narancia’s notepad docs next to it saying to not delete them. He probably was saying that in a “dude I love those games, don’t delete them” way, but maybe he was connected to that file. Not in a way that he knew, but he still was linked to it. It was basically his core, in the pc. So if fugo deleted the game files, he might’ve gotten rid of him. I also think fugo could’ve also left the pc. Not in a “moving out” or “selling an old or malfunctioning item” way. He might have not been able to handle all his feelings and emotions and this unintentional torture, so um. He fucking killed himself. Err. Yeah. I don’t know if this would be a well made plot point, but to me it just feels real. If I was in his situation after all of that, I’d definitely have considered it at least once. And maybe that wasn’t the only cause, I just think he’d be at active suicide risk 😭. (Btw that drawing I posted most recently ab the au is how narancia would’ve reacted. He would’ve felt forgotten since fugo didn’t interact with the pc in days. You know what. New idea. Fugo’s soul joined Narancia’s in the pc. Fuck everything. As I said, they’re together in every universe, like magnets. /p or not. Somebody glue them together please)

I thiiinnnnkkk that was it? I definitely left out some stuff. But that’s just me forgetting my own shit 😭. Hope it was yummy wummy bc I think im gonna actually put some good dedication into it.

(My dog is a pretty princess ❤️)

[k423s]

klee warrior starter kit by meeee :3

ok to understand klee, you have to understand that her relationships are intrinsically linked to the way her character's written. i think a lot of the viewing of her as just a comedic relief character comes from the mistake of viewing her separately from where her character is intended to shine (in tandem w others!) yes, she is very obviously a comedic relief character, but that’s not all there is to her!

there's so so so much intention behind her:

her simplicity klee being simple both reinforces her youth and makes her an even better foil to the complex characters she interacts with because it makes her contrast with them! it also serves as a benchmark for what they were like/what they could have been before whatever situation shaped them. additionally, the way klee's story is right now feels like a set up for a grown up version of her that's more similar to the characters she foils!!! cant you see the version of klee where she does become her own main character where her brother's sacrifice and her mothers love and her guilt over constantly accidentally messing up/hurting others is used as something the expands her motivations for bringing others happiness?

her youth klee’s simple childhood naivety is the whole point of her character that’s why she’s a good foil. the point is that she’s at a point where all of her issues haven’t set in yet because she’s surrounded by so much love. i think it’s kinda obvious how alice not being constantly there is going to influence her. shes not introduced as someone important or someone w a potentially sad story. BUT SHE IS!!!!!!!!!!!! THATS THE POINT!!!!!! her youth also completes the familial narratives she fulfills as someone representative of second chances (re: her being a foil, mhy's general tendency to treat the youth as a second chance)

her connections w fairy tales her being an elf, her weapon being a spell book, her events often having things to do with fictional stories or plays or books, etc etc. all of these tie back to the hexenzirkel and their literary allusions!! we could also argue her bunny theming fits in w alice as a potential reference to alice in wonderland! also note how the hexenzirkel have a history with venti who's a bard and also heavily associated w fairytales.

narrative:

ARAGGRRAG.. klee's character circles familial themes and love...

family! the person she looks up to most is her mother, alice! all of her summer events have had something to do with alice!! she even references her mom w her skin! and in return, alice loves her back so so so fiercely!!!! but for the majority of the time, alice is not home!! this is so so important bc it sows the seeds for her as a foil for characters with familial issues (primarily albedo, kaeya, razor, jean). her youth comes into play here bc it lets her fulfill this role as someone representative of each of these character's second chances, making it so so so impactful when these characters treat her w so much patience and kindness and love and even moreso when she returns all of those back! there's this one line from the secret summer paradise event where the group is watching as these three quarreling brothers were trying to make klee happy together and kaeya says, "Klee hasn't realized it yet, but her innocent, childlike nature is very powerful. It can inspire and even help heal others." (also note how the first GAA event brought together siblings in mond and how klee makes the KoF her family. re: her character stories) i could also add a whole section on her and albedo alone because oughhh... dear god. she is his little sister! in their first introduction alice, who literally asks albedo to call her mom, tells albedo "We'll be a family from now on, treat her like a real younger sister!" and klee acts as his primary link to mondstadt and humanity, literally drawing him away from his isolated lab and back into the main city because of her habit for making trouble (literally in his character stories btw). she thus becomes representative of humanity to him, something important because albedo has already decided that if he ever succumbs to durin's corruption, he would rather die than hurt mondstadt (also note how albedo's character is intertwined with an exploration of life and humanity and family). klee and alice's relationship also acts as a parallel of albedo and rhine's relationship. both alice and rhine being gone and yet so so so important to their children's lives to the point where both their outlooks and personal motivations are spurred by them! even alice's words mirroring albedo's musings on rhine!! ("My wish is simple: I want Klee to grow up with a curious yet kind heart. As long as she so desires, she can do anything and go anywhere." || ""I hope this isn't just wishful thinking, but… when parents speak to their children about 'the meaning of this world'… surely they just mean the pursuit of a happy life?" and "In such a long life, parents are but a child's first connection. Even though we don't want to be separated, there will come the day when you must walk your own path." || "Reach the far side of philosophy, and create a new destiny for myself and your brothers…"). klee's relationship with albedo also works as a foil for albedo's relationship with durin! (both being sources of heat from the sheer cold, both being naive and reckless, klee being lucky and durin's remains being cursed, klee connecting albedo to alice while durin connects him to rhine, klee being the reason albedo comes back to mond and albedo's lab literally overlooking durin's remains..) extra section for her and razor :'') iirc this is when traveler first learns of klee. this is important because, again, razor's story heavily deals with family, whether it be his biological parents, his lupical, or his found family in mond. klee fits here because klee is the first person (not wolf!!) that razor calls his lupical (from his character stories).

mondstadt! i would honestly argue that klee's intangible from mondstadt and plays such a necessary role both bc of her being apart of the hexenzirkel's story through alice, and for the family narratives and how that ties in w venti and/or the traveler! (venti playing a parental role over mond and traveler going through a typical hero's journey where the story will end the same place it all started.) the familial themes in mondstadt are important since its the first nation, and w the hero's journey, the last nation the traveler visits. obv the traveler's story is also about family, making mondstadt's familial themes tying nicely w the traveler's as well.

symbolism! clovers and rabbits being associated w luck, her clovers being made out of four hearts as a reference to the fact that she's brought up on love <- note how theres also a heart on the back of her bag on her skin, her having a long life span fitting in w her birthday falling in summer where the days are longer, summer also being a season heavily associated with youth and playfulness, her celestial imagery (comparisons to the sun and stars) being indicative of her liveliness and capabilities of healing/growth (again, see the kaeya line from above and the sheer cold effect).

her compassion:

dear god she's literally the sweetest little girl in the world. i feel sick i forgot to say how caring klee is do you remember when she offered to give mona snacks in her backpack because she thought she was hungry? do you remember when she apologized to diona bc she thought she was mad at her and diona instantly deflated and told comforted her? do you remember when she busted out kaeya bc she thought he was grounded? do you remember when she got so excited at the thought of lisa making more board games but then reeled herself in because she was worried lisa would get tired? do you remember when she said goodbye to her mom and turned so that dodoco could say goodbye too? do you remember how she literally went home at night during the event because she promised she would :’)))) do you know how genuinely careful she tries to be with her bombs???? do you remember how in her story quest she literally goes straight to jean and tell on herself, even though she hates solitary confinement, because she felt so so guilty over hurting someone? (she literally goes ,"Mr. Fluffball was only a thief. He didn't deserve to blow up.") she left cat food outside under a sun umbrella when it started getting hotter because she was worried about the heat. when asked what she planned to do with her magic she says. actually lemme just copy and paste this whole quote:

"Klee... wants to make everyone really happy!" But with these words, the mage suddenly realized the problem with this desire— Those who are unhappy surely have their reasons for being sad. Would a smile forced upon their lips through magic be even more painful and ugly than tears? Fortunately, her little mind worked quickly, and she soon found her answer: Then I'll use my magic to get rid of everyone's troubles! "For example, magic could make everyone never get sick again, and never have to worry about Mora! Everyone could eat fish for every meal, and be healthy, and just happily play all day!" But that didn't seem like enough. Klee rested her cheek in her hand, and looked out over the azure sky and white clouds in the distance: "I want... I want to hear everyone's wishes, and save them, and then use the most amazing and powerful magic, to give everyone the happiness they want the very very most!"

she is so so so kind :''')

her sillyisms:

again she blows a raspberry at us in one of her voicelines, said she'd headbutt fungi, literally goes "what do you mean that's child labor???", thinks she exploded something any time she hears thunder, braids razor's hair, made the traveler a huge dodoco, keeps accidentally calling lisa auntie, she literally found primogems and gave them to us, her bombs are said to be impossibly above teyvat's standards they are literally other worldly, she's canonically solo'd the primo geovishap and gave us its drops, etc!!!!!

[sarksarkos]

Wonder Woman '59: Wonder Woman Hates Giants

Wonder Woman #109 is, to my best math-scratching, the fourth time in this Silver Age run that Wonder Woman has fought giants. We're not even twelve episodes in! Welcome to the gutters.

Wonder Woman's most common enemy in all these comics isn't Greek monsters or cheetah ladies or evil Peter Dinklage, but a series of generic, interchangeable giants. They show up, they act smugly, and they get humiliated by our protagonist. There aren't any recurring characters, and the size of these giants varies wildly, as do the magical realms they come from. The more continuity-minded reader could draw the conclusion that each appearance of these giants are an entirely different race of hugeinoids from an entirely different hugerealm. And they all hate Wonder Woman.

The early silver age of DC had an attitude to continuity that could best be described as a drunk fan at a nu-metal concert screaming "I DON'T GIVE A FUUUCK!" before slipping on a pool of vomit. It's perfectly fine that all these giants are theoretically different but basically identical, this is a totally different issue from the last time giants showed up. It's cool that the mermaids in Wonder Woman are different from the ones in Superman, or the ones from Aquaman, nobody cares. It's fine that we don't mention anything that happened in the Justice Society, we don't give a fuck!

Later, DC would get so far into continuity that it built an entire parallel universe to shove all their continuity run-off into, and occasionally mine it for crossovers. But we have a long way to go until we get there.

The second story of #109, "The Million Dollar Pigeon," sadly does not involve any actual pigeons. Pigeons are sweet, beautiful, birds, and I think Wonder Woman would love pigeons. The plot of this issue is a fairly typical "expose the hero's secret identity" plot. Some crooks put together a fake sweepstakes, giving away one million dollars to the real identity of Wonder Woman. The plot isn't just to get Wonder Woman to reveal herself, but to tie her up dealing with impersonators trying to cash in.

The average woman in this world is absolutely insane. For clarity's sake, both the woman lifting two other women with one hand, and the woman writing her name in solid concrete are ordinary human women. We later see women trying to prove they're wonder women by jumping over moving cars, fighting sharks, and holding up collapsing buildings. I don't know if I want a million dollars that badly.

The criminals' plot is outright ludicrous, and the resolution even more so. Once Wonder Woman reveals herself as Diana Prince, she goes on a drive with Steve Trevor to discuss their relationship. The crooks dump knockout gas on her jeep, wheel it up with a cargo helicopter, load it onto a spaceship that they just happen to have, I guess, and shoot her off the planet. This is probably the least you want to do to to get rid of Wonder Woman, but it does require you to have a multi-stage orbital launch vehicle just lying around.

Wonder Woman gets out of this jam by remote controlling her plane to fly up and rescue them, which requires both Diana and Steve to go into hard vacuum. Steve only survives because Diana is giving him mouth-to-mouth, and you know what, I like that. It's a sweet moment. She's kind of a goddess, right? I can excuse the physics for that.

This plane scheme also fools both the criminals and Steve into thinking that Wonder Woman and Diana Prince are two different people. The crooks get a look at the plane and realize that Wonder Woman must have flown up and rescued both Diana and Steve. This despite the fact that Wonder Woman's plane is famously invisible, and you can see right into the dang thing and see that Diana Prince isn't in it. Steve is also fooled by this despite being inside the plane, but he's suffering from severe oxygen deprivation and probably has brain damage that will ruin his military career. But they got to smooch in space, so it all works out.

The final Wonder Woman story for this year is #110, "The Bridge of Crocodiles," and it's a story that I wish I had nicer things to say about. It's a full-length story, which I feel is an ideal length for telling these kinds of superhero adventures, it features the first female antagonist in this generation of Wonder Woman, and it has a pretty good moral about the treatment of women. However, its not only a complete mess, but it's full of old-timey racism, too!

The whole thing feels like it was written by one of those storytelling games where everyone writes a sentence, covers up the sentence before theirs, and passes it on to the next person. The narrative focus switches like the writers were using a random encounter table. I know, I've been that kind of DM.

First there's aliens attacking. Then the aliens want their princess. Then there's a ship in danger from an iceberg. Then Wonder Woman has to fight a giant swordfish. Then Steve gets hypnotized and flies the plane into the jungle. Then we finally meet the princess and she's a sexy lady. Then the princess hypnotizes Wonder Woman so she can only move by hopping up and down. Then she's gotta fight a jaguar while not being able to move. There's just so much in this story that doesn't need to be there. It is almost painful to read.

Then we get to act three where, as promised, it gets racist! They're doing the typical "indigenous people worship the white person as a god" thing. She does actually have magic so it's not quite as bad as some examples, but still! The princess reveals that despite being a princess, there were thousands of princesses on her home planet and she was treated as a numbered commodity instead of an individual. She came to earth to look for that recognition.

There's some kind of bullshit challenge where Wonder Woman wins easily despite still not being able to move, and when she loses, the princess is sentenced to walk the bridge of crocodiles. Despite being the title, we don't actually see it until the second-to-last page. Wonder Woman rescues the princess and sends her back to her home planet, giving her culture a message about recognizing the individual. Also she was a robot the whole time.

Seriously. What even is this comic? Next up, we look at the Flash! Until next time!

[spacetravels]

I’ve said before but thank you so so much for new ILITW content in this Year of Our Lord(Redfield), while I try not to have a favorite or “canon” MC, Thalia is everything to me(not in like!! A Weird Way ofc!). It’s so great to see OCs and content for older Choices stuff survive during the current,,, state of PB, esp as someone who’s been around since the Surviving High School days. So to loop back around! Thank you so much for sharing your art and OCs with the fandom! Heck, we all know artists could stand to hear it more!

WEHHH thank you sm 🥹 it’s been difficult really to keep up w current pb and their …. choices (badumtss) but i think i will always love ilitw and drawing thalia & noah despite it all LOL they’re such a comfort ship 2 me … i don’t think i’ll grow out of my love for them despite it all hahaha

& it’s always so nice to hear from/chat with other older fans about these stories… like i get nostalgic about cod all the time and miss the golden years(tm) of the fandom. it feels like we all grew up together and still have these things to tie us to each other even as things change 🥺🩷 thank u for reaching out!! for enjoying my art!! i hope i can keep drawing for years to come

[oozeandgoo-art]

You got any drawing requests? Sfw or nsfw? I’m kinda bored

if i'm reading this right and you mean have I got any requests for you to draw - yeah! i'm just gonna drop a handful and you can pick whichever catches your eye the hardest, i'll go gaga over any of them lol.

If you mean - do I have my drawing requests open and will draw you something - not right htis second, I'm working on the commission grind for the next couple days now that I've got my ability to focus back haha.

ok ideas;

Drag Strip and Wildrider fighting over a TV remote, but like real-deal, blood-flowing, armor-ripping, fingers-in-eyes-and-biting nasty fighting. optionally the other Stunticons can be sitting in the background completely disinterested in any of this because it's so normal. If you go this route feel free to make it as lazy and/or comical as you like, I imagine this is like an average tuesday afternoon for them - Drag Strip just hates losing at anything, "the control of the tv" included, and Wildrider has no sense of limits in my brain LMFAO it's not like either of them are really suffering for this in spite of the whole. nastiness of the fight

motormaster dying in a glue trap a la that one meme

Dead End drinking a Grimace shake going "i hope this kills me" with the most deadpan :/ expression possible

Breakdown and Dead End watching a random horror movie together, but Breakdown is like huddling under the blankets shaking in terror like a chihuahua and Dead End looks about two minutes from trying to fuck the villain, heart eyes and blush and horny grip on his thigh and everything

Wildrider biting clean through any assorted object that shouldn't be bitten through. Maybe he could be chewing up a stick of dynamite, I think that would be funny. Like it's a snack.

Dead End in like full suspension bondage with a blindfold on looking like he's either asleep or so relaxed he might as well be

Breakdown topping anyone bigger than he is in a completely unbothered and very skilled manner while whoever he's topping comes to absolute pieces. tiny shy dom supremacy. you understand

Motormaster fucking himself on a random non-sentient gun (probably someone else's) while moaning Megatron's name like the fucking loser he is. bonus points if it looks unsexy and like it doesn't even feel that good. because it is funny to me. you understand

wildrider sitting on a couch looking extremely normal but there's like a thought bubble and it's just "i need to eat pussy i need to eat pussy i need to eat pussy" repeating and filling the entire thing up while he's like. watching idk Nascar or Storage Wars or some other stupid shit

Vortex in bondage but being a giant brat about the whole thing so he keeps trying to get his hands free to jerk off but in the "neener neener i got my hands free, you gotta tie me up harder and punish me now" way

Dead End in a catgirl maid outfit but like in a sex way

Vortex and Swindle having weirdly competitive sex with like a ranking board in the background with all five Combaticons on it and Onslaught on top

ok that's probably plenty LMAO feel free to also mix and match or poke or w/e these until they're something more interesting if you're not really feeling what I'm giving you XD

[songwithnosoul]

#i always imagines his shoes to be cowboy boots underneath it all. the lightning mcqueen of character designs

#its that all of them are equaly wild and it balances out

#and he wears the sunglasses at night too

#trying to explain to non-artists how absolutely fucked up it is trying to draw this man#like the line from this man’s cheek fo jawline is so weird for me?? shit just sticks out somehow#Mans always in contrapposto#the ‘huh??’ face#also. i am obsessed with sissel having a New York accent so consider- those aren’t vans they’re timbs#it takes a certain kind of deranged to go around in ghost white timbs

#I read his shoes as uhh the word escapes me. but patent leather dress shoes. like gangsters wear in movies.

#it’s the dead guy rizz

#i should dress like this to prom

#that. that design#it calls to me#tumblr approved man

#who is this man? not even he knows#sissel: i don't know why i made these fashion choices but i'm stuck with em now#he looks so stupid and so rad at the same time

#he looks so so stupid i love him#the fucking hair

#AND he’s got amnesia so he can’t even remember why he made those fashion choices in the first place lmaoooooo

#on anyone else it would look bad. but he has the Swag.

#the sunglasses and the way his sprites are drawn help#like both art style and posing#god the character design is so good in this game#he’s so lively for a character with static sprites#like the art style in general makes most everything look good#except the curry prisoner guy

#it's been forever since i played ghost trick but nonsense that makes perfect sense was jus part of the game which yknow good for them

#he has banana hair a red suit with white loafers and is wearing sunglasses constantly#he looks like a giant douchebag but it’s still the best thing ever#ghost trick

#who is this man#yeah sissel wishes he knew that too

#the character design and art direction in this game is just off the charts awesome#and Sissel is like on the milder end of the scale too

#genuinely when i first saw the hair i thought#what the fuck is this game that i’m playing

#truly he goes from what the fuck kinda design in your eyes to best character design so fast

i can't believe im saying a banana dressed like a ketchup bottle looks hard as fuck but he does. he fucks. what STYLE what GRACE i want his GENDER

#wanna hit him w my car#affectionate. ur cool sissel

#Uhm actually those are the dirk strider glasses *I am shot and killed immediately *

#he's so cool and so awful to look at

#the nature of following people in different is that every so often#you run into cherry flavored present mic with not a clue as to why or who that is#and it's just a normal occurrence

#the whole reason I ever even considered playing Ghost Trick#this weird man's incredible design#what the heck#it's a work of art

#Truly one of the designs ever

#also the banana hair is supposed to emulate the tail of a spirit/soul#trust me if you saw the other ideas for his hair

#fr hes got a perfect colour palette

#play ghost trick for more successful fashion failures

#love him or hate him he exudes an energy of mystery from his first appearance

#the sheer audacity and smugness is what ties it all together#nobody would be caught dead in that fit but this man rocks it#ALSO WHITE FUCKING SHOES

#i need to steal his clothes#Just missing the white tie and white shoes

#its cool when u dont think about how his everyday life must be#how much hair gel does he use??#him with his hair down is cursed and Not Him#the banana hair is important#just dont think about it too hard

#Honestly when i was watching the playthru a million years ago i would totaly forget that his hair has an end#u know cuz the icon screen cuts it off#bezerk sword hair in my heart

#it's called confidence baby and it comes from fucking cluelessness as all confidence should

#he doesn’t realize how insane he looks due to REDACTED and amnesia

#i wrestle with this conundrum ever damn time i look at him

#Looks like a sci-if Ronald McDonald

#imagine waking up dead looking like this and not knowing a thing about why you look like this

#it's even funnier when you learn his occupation#like oh. you do that? and you go to work dressed like that?#ok dude

#especially how the expressions work on it too....#like with his Completely Dumbfounded and :0 expressions you feel like it shouldn't work but it does!!!!

#simultaneously silly and actually kinda cool. very distinct.#and you have to take it seriously during the emotional scenes anyway#i like the sunglasses at night though thats the finishing touch

#idk who this man is but with any wacky outfit you need confidence to carry it off. and he’s got panache in *spades*

#yeah#design that in any other context would make me go oh dirk? but they shot straight past it into a whole new loser#and it rules

#a fucking muppet that's what he is

#‘who is this man’ this character design for this game? gets you asking the right kind of questions#literally perfect no further notes necessary

#hey guys if you're on mobile open the sissel image and make the guy zoom around your screen :)

#if vash and wolfwood had a baby this is what he would look like

#absolutely nothing about the designs in ghost trick feels like they should work#they're all categorically insane#and yet they work SO well

#its about confidence. the swagger of a man who has lost everything

#he looks like an exclamation point

#also notably ghost trick was on the ds originally and this man is SHAPED. you can see him no matter how low poly he is

#He should’ve been a tumblr sexyman I’m so serious

sissel's character design elements are so deranged individually yet somehow they all end up working together to make the most baller design youve ever seen. i really dont know how to describe it ive never seen anything quite like it.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

I have all the rest of the days of HSMTMTS week to catch up on so quickly:

Day 2 Favorite Dynamic

I have to say Seblos or just the family dynamic.

About Seblos. I believe Seb and Carlos were the first canonically queer characters/couple I saw in anything since I knew what being queer was. Not only was it a show I very much related to from a theatre standpoint, but it was my first known queer representation, before I even knew I was queer. They also just have a beautiful wholesome relationship (excepting season 4), teens who love each other. To me, they last forever. I think the way their fates tie together is very significant and they're great for each other. I'll also be in denial about season 4 until I die, but whatever lol. It doesn't change the fact that they will always be my first canonical queer ship, from one of the most important shows to me. No matter what happened in those four seasons, they will always be extremely important to me. And I'm happy with that :). Their dynamics is sweet and funny and loving and I'm so glad they got their happy ending <3. I love them so much :').

And the found family as a whole. Theatre was a family for me - is, still. When I felt like I had no one else, I had my theatre family, no matter what we went through. The family in HSMTMTS has a lot more drama than mine, but that's the thing: no matter what, you come back to each other. 1x06 is still what gets me, after all this time. They didn't hang out outside of school, not all of them. They weren't totally bonded yet. But there was something. They were there, maybe for the last time together, but they were together. And throughout everything that happened over the seasons, that stayed true. Even when some of them were trying to hate each other, they were still there. They all support each other, they all love each other, and they put on great (if role-switching confusing lol) shows together. Their family, especially seeing it be created in season 1, will always be so important to me. I love them all so much <3.

And lastly, here's another bit of a WIP lol! It's a post canon HSMTMTS chatfic and I really love it, I just want to write more before posting any of it.

~

the suns

-

kourtney: weird/adorable/baffling thing your moon did today, I’ll go first

kourtney: walked into the room to find Jet lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling

kourtney: I asked him what he was doing and he just shrugged before getting up and starting a normal conversation

ricky: yeah that’s how he slept at camp

kourtney: w h a t

ricky: gina said she’ll love me no matter how famous she is

ricky: we hadn’t spoken in 20 minutes and I was watching tiktok

Ashlyn SUN Caswell: I mean we know she’s gonna be famous but

seb: carlos told me he’s not sure he can forgive me for having dated someone who currently goes to north high

Ashlyn SUN Caswell: that’s where he draws the line??

kourtney: how does he feel about ricky then?

ricky: wait

seb: no clue 😶

-

bros

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skater bro: do you forgive me for dating Lily

dancer bro: what??

dancer bro: and no

-

the suns

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ricky: he doesn't forgive me

Ashlyn SUN Caswell: rip

kourtney: f's in the chat

seb: f

Ashlyn SUN Caswell: f

ricky: f

~

So there you have it xD! I didn't include what is to me the funniest part of the fic because it requires context lol, but I absolutely love this fic and reread it often :D

Happy HSMTMTS Appreciation Week!

See you tomorrow :)!

[bulbabutt]

theres something about the way raph and mikey used to be closer when they were younger that really gets to me (with how raph either parentified himself or got parentified by his brothers, and mikey whos the baby of the family really wants independence) and i like to think there was a point in their lives maybe post movie where they sort of realized they've grown past that stage and really appreciate each other as brothers and equals who can support each other

sometimes youre close when youre little and grow apart. and sometimes you find each other again.

idk, siblings, you know?

[novaqueenofmadness]

Sweet Puppy

summary: James dragged his friends out to a nightclub cause he heard Lily was going. Loser

tags(?): soft, a bit suggestive, we are drinking a tiny bit

a/n: enjoy, sleep deprived again (actually that’s a warning, i’m sleep deprived again)

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･' ★'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“You’re paying for it?”

With a nod from him you made eye contact with your friend. A signal to keep an eye on you as you stepped to the bar with the stranger. Getting there the kind stranger signalled for you to take your pick. You asked the bartender for your drink and turned to look at the man.

“So what's up” straight to the point. He looked very nervous and while you didn’t come out today with the intention of accepting free drinks from strangers you decided to give him a chance.

“ah- right to it right ok. You see that pretty girl in the back by the table near the plants?”

Quickly glancing at your drink still being made you did a swift look over. It looked as if you were turning to look at your friends but did a quick glance in the direction he’d told and looked for the girl. You turned back over casually leaning against the bar again. You'd seen her, a pretty girl with a nice head of fiery red hair tied up in a ponytail, she was wearing a pair of printed flare pants with a matching tie crop top that complimented her eyes. She looked good and she knew it, and clearly the bloke beside you knew it too.

“She’s cute” you yourself were ready to waltz up to her and ask her to dance with you.

“She’s my ex-girlfriend and well, I was w-“ your drink was placed in front of you. Smiling at the bartender in gratitude you slid a bit closer to the stranger beside you. In a low voice without looking at him and grabbing a hold of your drink you casually told him “put your arm around my waist.”

“Wha-“

“Just do it~” your voice, even if obstructed by the cup close to your lips, was velvety.

“Right yeah” clearing his throat he put his arm the way you’d instructed him, he cautiously pulled you a bit closer and couldn’t help himself rubbing his thumb over your clothes. You were wearing velvet after all. “I know it sounds desperate but I want to try to make her jealous and also not look like a complete fool. I know you saw her, she’s got all this attention from everyone, people can’t help but look at her she’s beautiful” to you he did sound like a complete fool just saying that. But he also looked like a kicked puppy thrown aside in the rain with those gorgeous eyes of his and you couldn’t resist pretty boys with sad eyes.

Looking back at your drink, and then a quick glance around you turned to properly face him. You placed your left hand on his arm resting on the bar, feeling muscle under the loose dress shirt he was wearing and swiping your thumb over it, and raised your right to brush some curls that had fallen on his face. “Fine i’ll bite,” you brought your face a bit closer to his, “What’s your name darling?” your coy grin present on your lips and honey dripping from your words.

A surprised smile broke on his face, being this close to him you could appreciate even more how handsome he looked with the pretty apples on his cheeks and his rosy lips, his eyes making it almost impossible to look anywhere else. “You will? That’s- you’re awesome, James my name is James” quickly adding “Potter” right after as if he’d forgotten it.

“James that’s a sweet name Jamie,” again you sounded so sweet in his ears he wasn’t sure if it was a trick of the music blasting from the speakers outside or if the alcohol he hadn’t even consumed yet was somehow making its way to his system. “Are you gonna ask me mine sweetheart?”

He hadn’t even thought of that, with you being so close and the touch of your fingers now playing with his hair his mind was going blank the only thing he could really think about right this second was the way your eyes seemed to draw him in. He managed to put the thoughts together to make the sentence and then force it out of his mouth, your hand had moved to his nape leaving a feathery trail where your fingertips hand skimmed and were now playing with the soft hair there. You introduced yourself to him and he couldn’t help but think how well your name suited you. It crossed his mind how well it felt rolling through his tongue.

“No pet name for me?” you turned back to the bar to finish your drink teasingly pouting, removing your right hand from his nape to his upper arm, feeling muscle there as well and quietly admiring the swell of it.

Coming back down to earth now that your eyes weren’t keeping him in place, James got his game back on. “You want one? I could call you doll? How about honey? Sweet like your voice.” He watched you tilt your head back, finishing your drink, empty cup resting on the counter. His eyes slightly widened in pleasant surprise, still smiling. Looks like he got lucky coming to you tonight, you seemed relaxed and maybe fun to spend the time with. Your eyes focused back on him and immediately “I think sweetheart fits you perfectly.” Tumbled right out his lips. If he was playing the lovesick fool part for his plan to make his ex jealous you’d have to give it to him, he looked ready to fall head over heels.

Turning properly to face him you put your left hand on his chest and grabbed his chin with the other “Whatever you say honey” you tilted your head a bit and could tell the pretty redhead was still looking your way. “Jamie darling, you feel comfortable kissing me right now?” The hands that were resting on your hips, caressing the velvet of your outfit, stuttered a bit and you could feel his grip tighten a smidge. “You don’t have to just a peck or just-“ you decided to play it safe and pulled him to you, laying a sweet kiss on his cheek near the corner of his lip and giving him an even sweeter smile. You were absolutely what cavities were made of. He was sure of it.

That got him dazed, if he had been a cartoon on the telly he would’ve had hearts popping off the top of his head and little spirals in his eyes. James even let out a small dreamy sigh. He wasn’t sure if it was your shiny eyes, the sweetness of your voice, or your glossy lips but he felt completely enamoured by you. You giggled at the look on his face and lack of response and decided to take charge of his little plan. “Let me introduce you to my friend just in case, come on.” He followed exactly like the little puppy his eyes made out to be.

You walked him over to your friends, wrapping yourself around his bulky arm. Pressing there, knowing he could feel the warmth your body gave off through his shirt. You were more than sure this man did some type of contact sport. He was well filled everywhere you could see and you put your hands on. Your friend that had been keeping an eye on you when you stepped away raised an amused eyebrow. You left to get a free drink and you come back with a lovesick puppy. Not very you as you tended to get your drink and make an excuse to leave with it. “James this is my friend Fabian and his boyfriend Leah, that’s Mora, it's a nickname, her boyfriend Danny…” you introduced a few others and then turned to address the group “Everyone this is James, my boyfriend tonight,” you saw a few ready to ask but you quickly added with a slight laugh “don’t ask questions.”

James said his hellos and made small conversation with some while you and Fabian had an inconspicuous visual conversation, smiles, rolls of the eyes and some laughs exchanged between the two, Fabian aware you’d stay safe either ways.

You changed your hold on him now embracing him around his waist and looking at him. “Let's meet your friends. I'm sure you didn’t come here alone, ya know like a complete loser” you told him teasingly. He took your jab with a grin and placed a kiss on your temple.

“No, I'm not a complete loser just yet, especially not with you next to me like this, i’ll introduce you they’re over here” James began to guide you to the other side of the outside area. Throwing a quick look back at Fabian with a nod to keep an eye out for you as you would for him. When you two made it across and stopped there were three guys before you.

“Who'd you get to go along with your sorry plan Prongs?” It was a good looking man with some too-good-to-be-true hair and a piercing set of eyes that quickly admired the outfit you wore and settled back on your pretty face.

“How much is he paying you? Blink twice if it’s against your will.” This one had fluffy brown hair and appeared to be the tallest out of the four, he had some scars littering his face and on the hand that was holding his drink but you thought it added to his allure.The third man didn’t say much but let out a small laugh at what the other two had said, nodding your way.

Exasperated James gave the two a deadpan look “It’s not a sad plan ok, and i’m not paying her, she’s not not being held hostage, I clearly still have more game than you lot” he puffed chest a bit, hand still on your waist from when he was guiding you over.

“That's not the impression I’m getting,” the taller one pointed out sarcastically and laughed while taking a drink. James turned over to see you making eye contact with a laughing Sirius and blinking twice, waiting a second then blinking twice again.

“Sweetheart you’re supposed to be on my side” even if he was slightly whining there was amusement in his voice and he couldn’t hide and grin on his face. It somewhat warmed his heart to see you joking with best mates upon first meeting them.

“Right right” you straighten yourself out not hiding your laugh and making yourself comfortable in James’ comfy chest again, his arms wrapping around you instinctively. You introduced yourself to them with a smile that made them blush lightly and turned your head to look at James. once again dazed at having you so close but at least able to pick up it was his turn for introductions.

“These are my best mates, known them since first year. The quiet one there is Peter we honestly had to drag him here” (“as you had with the rest of us.”) James was telling you calmly right next to your ear, this didn’t need to look like first time interactions “the walking lightpost that believes you a hostage is Remus” who threw a quick raised brow his way.

“Mate she blinked twice, multiple times”

“Besides the point, moving on. and the damp dog with the luscious wig and tacky leather jacket is Sirius.”

“Oi, the ladies love the jacket and the hair grows right out of my own scalp”

“It does? I'm ready to believe Jamie here, that hair’s too good to actually be yours” and it did, it was shiny and had a soft look to it. The effortless look to it looked too good to be real, almost magic. You wouldn’t blame him for trying to fool a couple people with it; he looked like he knew his way around a lace front.

“I'd let you give it a couple tugs if you ever want to find out for yourself” his smile was just the right amount of sultry and jokey to know he was a big flirt in the group. You briefly wondered how many others he had used that line on.

You were ready to give your response when James pulled you a bit closer to his chest, chest that you had made yourself very comfortable on. “Back it up Padfoot she’s mine” the way he had brushed his lips against the back of your neck made the jest in his tone gain some edge to it. While Sirius was hot, you couldn’t deny that, James was really pushing all your right buttons to make you putty on his plush pecs.

“Sorry Paddy, you can give another try if you ever see me out and about again” James nipped at your shoulder but you sent Sirius a wink nonetheless.

“Jamie? Paddy?” Remus had been listening to the banter while he sipped his drink and found your pet names amusing, found you interesting, you really seemed to just fall right in with them.

“Yeah, you want one too?” Turning your head to James, noses nearly bumping together, your eyes also flicked over to Sirius, “What do you guys call him? James is Prongs, not asking, and Sirius is Padfoot, also not asking, what about Remus and Peter?” James again got lost in your closeness and then the way he had you pressed against him and how relaxed you looked in his arms. You almost reminded him of a cat bathing in the sun by a window, languidly lounging there entirely at peace. The thought of Lily was but a far memory at this moment.

Seeing as James wasn’t able to process a single sentence right now, Sirius took the initiative. “Dearest Remus is Moony,” slinging an arm around his shoulder and shaking him a bit. ”Peter here is Wormtail” putting his other arm around the smaller man and patting his head in a friendly manner.

“I’m going to hope Moony isn’t implying you moon unsuspecting people” Remus flushed lightly at that one, and Peter wheezed while Sirius threw his head back holding on to the two. “I’ll stick to Remy-“

“I don-“ his mouth was open to protest but you raised a hand waving it about.

“Not my business Remy, just make sure police don’t catch you unless it’s from your own home, I’m not sure how the public indecency charges would work there but again not my business,” you were quick to move on.

“Bu-“

“No butts Moony please, and for Peter… I don't see you sporting a rat tail as a hairstyle so Pete works fine right?” Remus mouth was left opening and closing like a fish out of water, Peter nodded to the name, Sirius continued to laugh at his friend’s anguish.

Finally James snapped out of his haze and all the previous speech computed in his brain, slowly, but it did and he let out a hearty laugh that you could feel vibrating through your back. “Moony… you haven’t actually… naughty naughty.” His eyes jokingly squinting over at his friend.

Remus gave up and just huffed out a laugh, he felt at ease with the new person around. Glad it wasn’t some snobby priss that James ended up picking up tonight. “Har har, your girl is hilarious Prongs”

“Thanks that why i chose her”

“With those eyes you were practically begging for me darling” you were back on your shit. Fully turning in his arms facing him. A look over his shoulder you could see the pretty ex throwing glances James' way obviously wondering who you were. You seemed cosy with James and friendly as well as chatty with his friends. Just where did you come out from?

Why not put on a show? Your friends liked to say you liked your dramatics. Peter, Remus and Sirius were still debating the implications of the name Moony and whether Remus had actually mooned anyone (He denied denied denied). You began to caress James cheek and littered soft kisses on his chin and jaw. Nothing sexual, just softness, but Merlin did it send butterflies to James’ stomach. You let your free hand brush the collar of his shirt when you pulled back and merely readjusted it, not sparing a glance at the maybe fuming (this is speculation of course) redhead in the background. Playing it casual you turned back around and made conversation with the lads. James kept pulling you close, brushing your hair and giving your skin pecks here and there whenever he got the chance. His hands were always playing with your hair or kept petting the soft of your velvet but they were always doing something. You’d kiss his arm whenever he shifted or turned you head and peck his face anywhere you could reach. The lads just grinned and sometimes giggled no doubt catching Lily hastily whispering with a friend, pretending not to be looking, or doing her best to look unbothered.

You all talked about random things for a bit while listening to the music. You’d asked them about their previous school, to which they got a bit flustered and briskly mentioned something about a boarding school on the countryside (very totally boring according to Sirius), you didn’t push it after the jab Remus sent to Sirius’ ribs for his horrible attempt to stir you away from the topic, guess it worked, jobs were mentioned (Remus was studying to be a professor, Sirius was well off but was doing an arts degree for fun, Peter wasn’t sure himself and James said something like a police officer [arrest ME] but didn’t go much into detail), but overall just casual chatter.

And then you heard the start to the good music, the one that really made you want to go inside into the dance floor because you couldn’t stop shaking your hips to the sound and singing the lyrics quietly to yourself. All of which James found even more endearing.

“Darling let's go dance, what do you guys say? music’s good enough for you? I’m sure there’s a few others waiting for you lot to go inside.” You were eager, the music was calling you and you had a dance partner right here with you. Your excitement was contagious since soon enough Sirius was dragging Remus and Peter and you James who once again followed you like a puppy would a butterfly.

Inside, the bass of the music could be felt in your chest, you could feel the cold air the venue attempted to blast to keep people cool but was quickly overpower by the body heat of the people around you. Peter did try to dance, bouncing on the spot and quickly being brought into a bouncy circle by a group beside your own, Remus and Sirius were unbothered, all over each other dancing, hands anywhere, much like you and James.

Your back was to his front grinding, at times lazely swaying but you kept leaning on to his chest and your hands would pull him closer by reaching back and tugging his hair and brushing his sides or skimming his upper thighs and leaving your hand there for support. James didn’t know where not to put his hands. Your hips, up to your waist, guiding you with the tempo to rock against just right or matching your own set tempo at times, he’d stroke his hand over your stomach and let one rest right at the bottom of it, other hand on your hip following your movements. It was obvious you knew how to move to the music, clearly unbothered if it seemed too obscene for the public or stupid and goofy, you were just here to enjoy the music and do your thing. Sometimes you’d even know the lyrics to a song and turn to James, hooking your arms around his neck and serenading him as if you’d been doing it all your life. James couldn’t get enough of you. He’d dance along, sing even to the songs he didn’t know and twirl and swing you around when he felt like it. You had inadvertently made him entirely forget the reason he had dragged his friends out tonight and why he had talked to you in the first place. He only had eyes for you and the carefree feeling you lit in him. He could dance with you the whole night and not get tired, watch and listen to you sing to him and laugh whenever Remus or Sirius threw it back on you or when you’d twirl Peter around after he joined the group again. You had found your group of friends you had come tonight with and they joined. The group becoming bigger, making more space and everyone more than happy to mingle together.

It had been hours of dancing, drinking, giggles and butterfly kisses tickling each other’s skin. A song that sounded lewd enough to make your grandma drop in mortification along with a variety of innuendo sprinkled in it was playing, you and James in your own little world long disconnected from everybody else. The rock of your hips was slow but on beat with the song and James couldn’t help but pull you in a bit harder with the hand on your waist whenever you would rock back onto him. His other hand that was your waist unlatched and started its ascent on your body. You could feel the tingling his fingertips were leaving as they trailed up from the lower part of your stomach he’d been caressing earlier, tickling you right between your rib cage, up your valley and finally reaching and snuggly resting on your neck. You were still dancing but he tilted your chin to look at him, you could see the yearning in his eyes. Earlier he had the eyes of a cuddly puppy, ready to roll over if you just told him to but now he looked at you like a lion ready to pounce on an unsuspecting gazelle. You looked ready to be ravished. His pupils were blown wide and his hair was messy with how much you had been pulling and tossing it throughout the night, his cheeks were rosy from the heat around and you're sure he was ready to devour you when you saw his adam’s apple bob after licking his lips. The two of you maintained heavy eye contact, his pretty eyes drowning you in a pool of want and your lidded ones enticing him impossibly closer.

Looking at you and recalling how good you made this night out to be James wasn’t sure he was ready to leave you tonight without at least kissing you. If this was the last time he would ever see you he wanted to have a taste of you. Your respectful pecks you peppered on his skin throughout the night made him feel on cloud 9, he couldn't recall the last time he’d felt so dotted on like that and you were just pretending. He couldn’t help but wonder what your kisses full of love actually felt like, he also couldn’t help the sudden want need to experience them. His thumb started to caress the side of your neck where he could feel your pulse. It was racing but it felt so at peace to him. Vaguely from his peripheral vision he could make out a shade of blazing red that would be directly in his line of vision if he just looked up. But why would he want to look up when he had you right in front of him looking as if you were made just for him. You placed your hand on top of the one he had on your neck and for a second James thought you were going to remove his but you did quite the opposite, instead imploring him to have a bit more grip there and sent him another wry smile like you had at the beginning of the night. And he couldn’t take it. His lips came crashing down on yours.

He felt like he’d come out tonight with the purpose of meeting you.

//this dead fictional wizard has me in a chokehold and i don’t think i’ll ever recovered from my own fantasies

[k423s]

reasons why I love klee so so so much:

from a writer's perspective:

ok to understand klee, you have to understand that her relationships are intrinsically linked to the way her character's written. i think a lot of the viewing of her as just a comedic relief character comes from the mistake of viewing her separately from where her character is intended to shine (in tandem w others!) yes, she is very obviously a comedic relief character, but that’s not all there is to her!

there's so so so much intention behind her:

her simplicity klee being simple both reinforces her youth and makes her an even better foil to the complex characters she interacts with because it makes her contrast with them! it also serves as a benchmark for what they were like/what they could have been before whatever situation shaped them. additionally, the way klee's story is right now feels like a set up for a grown up version of her that's more similar to the characters she foils!!! cant you see the version of klee where she does become her own main character where her brother's sacrifice and her mothers love and her guilt over constantly accidentally messing up/hurting others is used as something the expands her motivations for bringing others happiness?

her youth klee’s simple childhood naivety is the whole point of her character that’s why she’s a good foil. the point is that she’s at a point where all of her issues haven’t set in yet because she’s surrounded by so much love. i think it’s kinda obvious how alice not being constantly there is going to influence her. shes not introduced as someone important or someone w a potentially sad story. BUT SHE IS!!!!!!!!!!!! THATS THE PONIT!!!!!! her youth also completes the familial narratives she fulfills as someone representative of second chances (re: her being a foil, mhy's general tendency to treat the youth as a second chance)

her connections w fairy tales her being an elf, her weapon being a spell book, her events often having things to do with fictional stories or plays or books, etc etc. all of these tie back to the hexenzirkel and their literary allusions!! we could also argue her bunny theming fits in w alice as a potential reference to alice in wonderland! also note how the hexenzirkel have a history with venti who's a bard and also heavily associated w fairytales.

narrative:

ARAGGRRAG.. klee's character circles familial themes and love...

family the person she looks up to most is her mother, alice! all of her summer events have had something to do with alice!! she even references her mom w her skin! and in return, alice loves her back so so so fiercly!!!! but for the majority of the time, alice is not home!! this is so so important bc it sows the seeds for her as a foil for characters with familial issues (primarily albedo, kaeya, razor, jean). her youth comes into play here bc it's lets her fulfill this role as someone representative of each of these character's second chances, making it so so so impactful when these characters treat her w so much patience and kindness and love and even moreso when she returns all of those back! there's this one line from the secret summer paradise event where the group is watching as these three quarreling brothers were trying to make klee happy together and kaeya says, "Klee hasn't realized it yet, but her innocent, childlike nature is very powerful. It can inspire and even help heal others." (also note how the first GAA event brought together siblings in mond and how klee makes the KoF her family. re: her character stories) i could also add a whole section on her and albedo alone because oughhh... dear god. she is his little sister! in their first introduction alice, who literally asks albedo to call her mom, tells albedo "We'll be a family from now on, treat her like a real younger sister!" and klee acts as his primary link to mondstadt and humanity, literally drawing him away from his isolated lab and back into the main city because of her habit for making trouble (literally in his charactre stories btw). she thus becomes representative of humanity to him, something important because albedo has already decided that if he ever succumbs to durin's corruption, he would rather die than hurt mondstadt (also note how albedo's character is intertwined with an exploration of life and humanity and family). klee and alice's relationship also acts as a parallel of albedo and rhine's relationship. both alice and rhine being gone and yet so so so important to their children's lives to the point where both their outlooks and personal motivations are spurred by them! even alice's words mirroring albedo's musings on rhine!! ("My wish is simple: I want Klee to grow up with a curious yet kind heart. As long as she so desires, she can do anything and go anywhere." || ""I hope this isn't just wishful thinking, but… when parents speak to their children about 'the meaning of this world'… surely they just mean the pursuit of a happy life?" and In such a long life, parents are but a child's first connection. Even though we don't want to be separated, there will come the day when you must walk your own path." || "Reach the far side of philosophy, and create a new destiny for myself and your brothers…"). klee's relationship with albedo also works as a foil for albedo's relationship with durin! (both being sources of heat from the sheer cold, both being naive and reckless, klee being lucky and durin's remains being cursed, klee connecting albedo to alice while durin connects him to rhine, klee being the reason albedo comes back to mond and albedo's lab literally overlooking durin's remains..) extra section for her and razor :'') riirc this is when traveler first learns of klee. this is important because, again, razor's story heavily deals with family, whether it be his biological parents, his lupical, or his found family in mond. klee fits here because klee is the first person (not wolf!!) that razor calls his lupical (from his character stories).

mondstadti would honestly argue that klee's intangible from mondstadt and plays such a necessary role both bc of her being apart of the hexenzirkel's story through alice, and for the family narratives and how that ties in w venti and/or the traveler! (venti playing a parental role over mond and traveler going through a typical hero's journey where the story will end the same place it all started.) the familial themes in mondstadt are important since its the first nation, and w the hero's journey, the last nation the traveler visits. obv the traveler's story is also about family, making mondstadt's familial themes tying nicely w the traveler's as well.

symbolism! clovers and rabbits being associated w luck, her clovers being made out of four hearts as a reference to the fact that she's brought up on love <- note how theres also a heart on the back of her bag on her skin, her having a long life span fitting in w her birthday falling in summer where the days are longer, summer also being a season heavily associated with youth and playfulness, her celestial imagery (comparisons to the sun and stars) being indicative of her liveliness and capabilities of healing/growth (again, see the kaeya line from above and the sheer cold effect).

her compassion:

dear god she's literally the sweetest little girl in the world. i feel sick i forgot to say how caring klee is do you remember when she offered to give mona snacks in her backpack because she thought she was hungry? do you remember when she apologized to diona bc she thought she was mad at her and diona instantly deflated and told comforted her? do you remember when she busted out kaeya bc she thought he was grounded? do you remember when she got so excited at the thought of lisa making more board games but then reeled herself in because she was worried lisa would get tired? do you remember when she said goodbye to her mom and turned so that dodoco could say goodbye too? do you remember how she literally went home at night during the event because she promised she would :’)))) do you know how genuinely careful she tries to be with her bombs???? do you remember how in her story quest she literally goes straight to jean and tell on herself, even though she hates solitary confinement, because she felt so so guilty over hurting someone? (she literally goes ,"Mr. Fluffball was only a thief. He didn't deserve to blow up.") she left cat food outside under a sun umbrella when it started getting hotter because she was worried about the heat. when asked what she planned to do with her magic she says. actualluy lemme just copy and paste this whole quote:

"Klee... wants to make everyone really happy!" But with these words, the mage suddenly realized the problem with this desire— Those who are unhappy surely have their reasons for being sad. Would a smile forced upon their lips through magic be even more painful and ugly than tears? Fortunately, her little mind worked quickly, and she soon found her answer: Then I'll use my magic to get rid of everyone's troubles! "For example, magic could make everyone never get sick again, and never have to worry about Mora! Everyone could eat fish for every meal, and be healthy, and just happily play all day!" But that didn't seem like enough. Klee rested her cheek in her hand, and looked out over the azure sky and white clouds in the distance: "I want... I want to hear everyone's wishes, and save them, and then use the most amazing and powerful magic, to give everyone the happiness they want the very very most!"

she is so so so kind :''')

her sillyisms:

again she blows a raspberry at us in one of her voicelines, said she'd headbutt fungi, literally goes "what do you mean that's child labor???", thinks she exploded something any time she hears thunder, braids razor's hair, made the traveler a huge dodoco, keeps accidentally calling lisa auntie, etc!!!!!

Round 2: Klee vs Furina

(Propaganda under the cut)

Klee:

THE BABIEST CHARACTER OF ALL TIME. 1. miscellaneous silly things about her: she blows a raspberry in one of her voice lines in chinese. she literally found primogems and gave them to us. her bombs are said to be impossibly above teyvat's standards they are literally other worldly. she's canonically solo'd the primo geovishap and gave us its drops.

my god. okay you think she's like a typical child character made for the sake of comedic relief and while that is certainly part of her character's role, she also serves as a foil to characters with familial issues (notably: albedo, kaeya, jean, razor, even diona honestly) because her character so heavily centers her love of her family (primarily alice) and the love alice has in turn taught her. klee is a character who's youth is so painfully important to the role she plays because to the older characters she foils, she's a representation of youth and thus (in a way) a representation of the past for these characters! them treating her so so kindly with so much love is representative of their own healing since they willingly choose to uplift her and give her a particular carefree childhood they did not have. this is especially touching when you remember that alice is not home most of the time!! she could become like them in the future!! and while its not like they're replacements for alice or vice versa-- it means something for them to constantly be there for klee! kaeya literally says that klee's "innocent, childlike nature is very powerful. it can inspire and even help heal others." she's so so so important as a foil for these characters!!!!!!

Furina:

the girl who saved fontaine. condemned herself to a life of silent pain and suffering without any warning or preparation. she could confide in no one, seek out help from no one, all while bearing the weight of her entire nation on her shoulders. not only did her willpower save everyone in fontaine, but after the prophecy was averted, she was finally allowed to live a normal life.