#(if the comic had a title the words would be on the top of the image. One Day. i can dream)

[incorrect-spideytorch]

So, I’ve been thinking a lot about spideytorch lately (as I am one to do) and a question popped into my head:

What is the most important spideytorch comic panel?

There’s a ton of great options in my opinion, but I think there also is an answer (at least for me) so now I am going to subject all of you to my thought process. Get ready for a way to long post breaking this down.

The most obvious starting point has to be this classic

Johnny Storm is going full house husband for Peter Parker, I mean c’mon! add in the fact that he’s in his undies and the way that he’s leaning over peter… yeah this is a classic. This might be the most famous spideytorch panel out there, but I don’t think it’s the most important one.

Another classic (but more antagonistic?) one takes place, of course, at the usual place.

To me this is peak identity shenanigans and the stuff that fanfics are made of. The betrayal, the heartbreak, the complications that go into the conflicting way these two view identity, oh boy I could talk about that shit for hours, but as an individual moment, it doesn’t really crack most important for me, it needs a bit more affection (they’re very bad at affection sometimes).

Another panel that came to mind very quickly for me is this set.

Johnny literally only had to say his name and Peter knew exactly what he meant and what he needed. This is top tier levels of communication, both between them and from the creators to us. I think this is another one that I could talk about for hours. That being said, it doesn’t feel important enough to me.

A friend in the spideytorch discord server posed this panel as the most important spideytorch moment in the comics.

I’m just gonna put their quote in cause it’s great. “I think this is one of my favorite panels cause Johnny was just speaking generally and Peter was like ‘oh my god! Actual wise words form johnny’ but also, I love that this was a more important moment for Peter than Johnny.” I must say, this entry is extremely important to spideytorch and gave my choice a run for its money. I don’t have a huge reason for not making this one the most important, other than personal taste. For their relationship, this is a key moment and sets them on the path to actually being friends (at least on Peter’s end), but idk it just wasn’t doing it for me.

Another panel I was reminded of thanks to this submission was this moment.

It’s not quite as impactful as the past one by a long shot but I do think it’s important. After being rivals for so long, to see Johnny give a genuine heartfelt compliment to Peter is fantastic (haha). This feels like the other half of the previous set of panels. There we had Johnny encouraging a stranger and here he’s encouraging his friend.

Some other friends in the discord server suggested the moment that Johnny invites Peter over to watch his sex tape (yes this is canon).

(Not pictured, Peter swinging away and saying he needs to take a cold shower). Now I’m not saying that the most important spideytorch moment needs to be serious, but I think this moment might be too unserious to claim that title. This moment was huge for the fanbase because holy shit did, he actually say that, but for their relationship, I just don’t think it was as important as it was to us.

Now I do want to knock out a few honorable mentions that I would hate to miss.

First, this look given to Spidey by Johnny, I mean yeah, he’s in love.

And to balance the lovesick flirty scales I must expose Peter as well.

Next, this heartbreaking moment that basically admits to the audience that Peter’s world becomes chaos when he loses Johnny. That shit hits.

Of course, the moment that gave us the ship name.

A panel that lives in my head rent-free because honestly marvel what were you attempting to convey here other than the fact that Peter really wants to have hate sex with Johnny Storm?

To take us outside of our duo, this quote from Ben Grimm (EDIT: it’s was Peter’s clone Ben Reilly, which honestly only adds more drama), because honestly same.

And of course, I have to include the panel which showed us the first time (on page) that Peter told Johnny he loved him AND gave us canon proof that these two have “date night,” many a fic writer was fed well.

And how could we forget! THE USUAL PLACE! Literally any panel mentioning this is top tier because its so good, like the core of the fandom honestly.

Lastly, before moving on to my own more serious contenders I have to share this parallel that @sciderman shared because I love it.

Now to my serious contenders for the title of most important spideytorch panel (please remember this is all my opinion and I mean no shade). This will be a top 5, but just know some of these rankings are pretty flexible (even flexible with some panels from the beginning), and this question should not be taken as seriously as I am taking it, I am fully aware of that.

Number 5!

So, I know that I discounted the sex tape scene earlier because I didn’t think it was serious enough and it didn’t do enough for their actual relationship, but I had to include this one I’m sorry. A lot of this is personal taste but the implications here are *chefs kiss* The first time I saw this panel was actually on Pinterest with the caption “wait a second, did spider-man and the human torch have sex?” which says it all for me.

Beyond that, this moment also shows how they reach out to each other when they have problems. Strange children show up in Peter’s life and the first person he calls about it is Johnny. Again, this is not the most serious, but I love it. This moment shows the banter of their relationship, how they care about and rely on each other, and also potentially reveals that they’ve had sex. There’s a lot to take in.

Number 4!

I will be honest with you all, this moment is here almost entirely because Ben’s quote lives in my head rent-free. Everyone around them sees how they feel about each other besides them. When they were rivals others could tell they actually liked each other and when they became friends others could tell that it was deeper than that. I think I especially love this panel because it conforms that we’re not crazy for thinking there’s something there but also because Ben specifically cites the way Johnny looks at peter. That is very specific and says a lot. I can’t imagine Ben would say this if the looks Johnny gave Peter were purely platonic, and just ahhhh, there’s so much said here just in one line from Ben. There was of course the Ben moment earlier, which I also love, but something about this one, the more specific phrasing of it I think just shoots it up my rankings a lot.

Number 3!

If you’ve been following me for a while I don’t think this is a surprise at all, I have already done a very in depth post about this panel so I’ll keep my thoughts brief. Red Skull knows that hurting Johnny will hurt Peter, Peter’s Spidey senses go off FOR JOHNNY, and we are given so much angst potential, I love it.

Number 2!

This one is probably a more popular choice than my number one, and I totally get it. The excitement and joy bursting out of Peter when he finally realizes that Johnny is here, he’s real, and he’s alive really gets me. Plus, the added context to the uniform comment being that Johnny literally left Peter his family and his spot on the team in his will. The amount of pure love in this moment and its larger context is abundant, platonic or romantic, it’s there. I feel like everything I could say about this panel has probably been said before, but it is definitely worthy of being the most important spideytorch moment, even if I have one that beats it for me.

Number 1!

For those of you who don’t know, this panel comes from Peter visiting Gwen’s grave and talking to her. That fact alone breaks me in half but then the things he says to her shatter me. Every spider-man fan knows how much Gwen’s death broke Peter, it destroyed him to lose her. Just the fact that Peter admits Johnny brings part of him back is amazing (haha) because that is a hug feat. But then he shatters me even more with his final sentences. After Gwen’s death, we often get a peter who spends too much time as Spidey in order to avoid having to cope with Gwen’s death as Peter, but also as a way to cope with the loss (he’s a complicate man). Spideypool also gets a lot from that arc because of Wade’s reaction to Spider-Man not holding back as much and becoming less of a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, and that’s true. The fact that Peter feels like he’s becoming who Spidey is supposed to be again when he’s around johnny is huge! But then! He corrects himself. He’s not Spidey again, he’s Peter. The real person, the man behind the mask, comes back. And then you get the final correction. He’s not just peter again, he’s *Gwen’s* peter again. He is the him that existed with Gwen when he’s with Johnny. That speaks volumes and breaks whatever parts of me are left. How am I expected to read this and not think that Johnny and Peter are soulmates?

Now, I will acknowledge that this is much more of a peter moment than a joint spideytorch moment, much like the moment suggested by discord friend earlier. If that disqualifies it for you as the most important spideytorch panel, I get it. However, for me that doesn’t matter mainly for one key reason. So many classic spideytorch moments show a lot of Johnny having feelings for Peter or making a move on Peter. There have been a lot of times when I’m trying to get a friend into spideytorch, and I feel like I have to clarify that its not as one sided as it seems. Johnny is much more out there with who he is and doesn’t hide his feelings very well (except maybe from himself). So, when we get any spideytorch moment that hones in on peter’s feelings and love for Johnny, that feels so huge to me. This moment alone proves that it isn’t one sided, Peter has deep feelings for Johnny, even if he’s not sure what they are yet, he knows that what they have is special, he wouldn’t be telling Gwen about it otherwise. While it may not be as famous of a spideytorch moment, its an important one, and for me it’s probably the most important one.

Anyway, this has been a way too long post about this topic but if you made it to the end thank you so much! I would love to hear other people’s thoughts on this topic so feel free to share those. Also, just a reminder that these are my opinions, and I am not in charge at all so don’t take it too seriously (unless you want to).

If you’re interested in hearing me, go more in depth on any of these panels (or any other spideytorch panels) shoot me an ask because I could honestly talk in depth for a while about most of these panels and I would love to do so. Thank you again for reading this way to long post and good night spideytorch nation.

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[creechurfoundincheckerboardvoid]

one year redraw 💚

old art:

#dhmis #salad fingers #🐀.png #the crossover dumbassery #CRYING SOBBING i love them... #sorry for the autism but redoing this made me emotional whahthhah (<- agonized wailing) #i am. So Normal #my favorite accidental motif in this thingy thus far: the way yellow holds salad's hand #IT KEEPS COMING BACK AROUND AND ITS KILLING ME #because. because yeah. salad isn't like them. and he doesn't belong here. he doesn't fit. #yellow's hand doesn't match with his but the kid doesn't care about that. so he just... wraps around the part he can. #MAYBE I'M JUST READING TOO FAR INTO IT BUT. wouldn't be the first time my subconscious pulls something like this on me #KSIFIGKSKSKF ok i will shut up now <3 #thanks guys #(if the comic had a title the words would be on the top of the image. One Day. i can dream) #UPDATE YOU GUYS ARE BEING NICE TO ME IN THE NOTES AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO RESPOND TO YOU ALL JUST #AUGH. THANK

[pansyfemme]

jude + he/him + nineteen

FTM femfag colorfreak and general rainbow lover. I’m a sophomore in art school, a lover of obscure indie pop, and a guy who makes transgender penis jokes on the internet. Stay weird with it always, yknow?

I’m veryyyyyy t4t towards other trans guys butch, fem, femme, and masc alike and this is 90% of my content fair warning.

Art: @fagboyfriend

Twee/Indie Pop blog : @upforabit

dm for nsfw blog

selfies are under: #Jude pansyfem irl

putting a short faq under cut bc. i get the same questions a lot. check it before you ask about my icon or header or anything

faq:

How long have you been on T/How do you have a beard at 19? I came out at 12 years old, started blockers at 14 and HRT later that same year, and had top surgery at 17, making me 5 years on t and 2.5 years post op.

What show/game/comic is your icon from? its a cropped version of the album cover of the 1999 album “shake the pounce” by vancouver based twee pop band Gaze. It’s a favorite album of mine as well as just a cool little guy i like a lot

Where is your header from? a painting i did in gouache a year or two ago and thought would make a nifty header.

Oh come on, you’re not unboyfriendable! “unboyfriendable” has been my title for a long time now on account of it being a lyric from a song that means a lot to me, “all my little words” by the magnetic fields. i promise i am very fuckable im just really into sad music sometimes

How do I refer to you? Actually, i don't get this question a lot, and I shouldn't, since this info is both in my pinned above and in my bio. But a lot of people still seem awful confused. I am male. FTM. I use He/Him pronouns and masculine terms with the exception of compliments like 'pretty' and all that. I am not nonbinary, and do not like to be referred to gender neutrally. I simply am a trans man who enjoys gender non conformity and cross-dressing.

Are you Bi or Gay? this world is full of beauty. im queer. take that how you will. I generally consider myself open to any gender as long as they’re trans, (i am strictly t4t.) but still identify pretty strongly with being a queer guy in the way that i do like other men.

What style are you wearing/where do you get your clothes? I started by wearing my personal version of the japanese fashion subculture Decora Kei. My decora became a bit messy and grungy, and while i do still identify as a decora boy and wear full coords from time to time, i consider myself now someone who enjoys colorful fashion and takes influence from 90s harajuku fashion, punk subcultures, drag and other campy fashion. I shop a variety of places, but a lot of my stuff is from Kei Collective or Candy Trap.

What is Twee/Do you Make Music? Twee is a music genre I developed a special interest in a few years back. It's a style of indie pop that originated after the UK rise of the famous c86 compilation tape in the late eighties, and was developed with a focus on low-fidelity, diy sound combined with upbeat, bubblegum-y pop sentiments and a naive, childlike outlook. It's both cute and somewhat rough around the edges. I do not make music, and don’t hold any musical skill. I’m just a major fan.

Do you take commissions? you may direct all art related questions to my art blog inbox, but for the time being, please just dm me for commission info. I take them on a case by case basis currently, im a full time student and have a lot on my plate. I’ll let you know my availability and pricing upon request, but i generally prefer the ‘you tell me your vision, i give you a quote and you tell me if that works for you’ model of pricing because each peice is considered its own thing in my mind. Pricing for ‘full body’ or ‘lineart’ doesnt work for me beacause the media and subject doesn’t really dictate how much time or effort a peice will take for me.

Can you boost/reblog this post for me? This is a tough answer, i know, but if we are not mutuals, or I do not know you, I cannot do that for you. My reasoning being that I have been baited by very similar asks in the past that turned out to be scams, and I do not want to take the risk of spreading misinformation or scams now that I have a much larger following. I do my best to spread stuff that ends up on my dash and/or I can factcheck, but if I do not have that, I will be wary, considering my past interactions.

Can we be friends/Can I DM you? Anyone is welcome to send me a message of any type at any time, unless I have those settings changed, in which case i likely have it off short term, because i experience fairly regular transphobic harassment and i find it the best way to protect myself. However, just understand that I am a stranger on the internet. I don't always want to continue every conversation, and I'm not online all the time. I have all push notifications for tumblr turned off, including asks and dms, because it's much better for my mental health to be able to opt out of tumblr the moment I close the app. So, if i don't respond, i'm probably just doing something else or didn't see your message. And, if you come in full force flirtatiously, i appriciate it greatly and i'm sure i'll let you know, but i'm pretty shy one on one. Additionally, i may not respond if you're a blank blog, way older or younger than me, or honestly.. anything that makes me uncomfortable. so like. all of these are pretty basic rules but, people don't follow them so i must clarify.

Do you have a DNI? I haven't in a long time, due to it being pretty frequently ignored and my following count growing to the point i can't really control that anymore. I can and will block people, but i feel my opinions are made fairly clear through what I post here.

[lunarw0rks]

hi!! just wanted to stop in and give an idea ig

141 with a reader who’s like a mother hen after a mission, making sure everyone’s not injured, and god forbid they are, she’s trying to stop the bleeding, and scolding soap for being so reckless!! even after they get back to base after a long day, she’s fussy.

IDK JUST A RANDOM BLURB??

A/N: Such a cute idea, not one I would've thought of on my own! Hope I did the request justice <3

Summary: It's in your nature, the motherly role you feel towards the other members of the Task Force. Patching up their injuries, and scolding the two most reckless ones, it's all become routine.

Warning(s): platonic!141, fem!reader, canon-typical violence, blood/minor injury mention, mild language, suggestive banter, no use of y/n

Word Count: 2.1k

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Troublemakers // Drabble

Though you hadn’t said a word on the ride back, at least outside of ones pertaining to the operation, the look on your face said enough. For every mission, no matter the time and place, something goes wrong—someone gets hurt.

“Anybody broken?” Captain Price comes through the comms, the static crackling through the jeep.

“Everybody’s fine, Captain. For now.” Your voice hissed back into the radio, eyes scanning their faces for any signs of an injury. Right now, there weren’t any signs. But the second this jeep stopped, there was no way in hell they were getting past you without you at least checking. It had become your unofficial job; the mother of the team, the medic without an official title, even the ‘buzzkill’ at some points.

There was no time to fuss over them at first, during evac. Everyone had piled into the vehicles too quickly, and you were eager to get out of there just as much. You were a natural nurturer, but not blinded by your instincts—there was a chain of command, after all. When your Captain says to evac, you evac, no questions.

Once the titles and formalities fizzled out, once the comms went quiet, that side of you always came out.

The jeep was moving at high speeds, and the passing landscape was a blur. A secluded, abandoned field where the operation went wrong; the taperings of town turning into the city; fizzled out until it turned into the secluded dry field again—when you reached the base.

In usual fashion, everyone got out first, and you last.

It was second nature, ushering them out like a clown car, then examining the inside of the empty vehicle to make sure nobody forgot anything. It was comical to them, so comical they still shot amused looks as you cased the car. Any further into this role, and you would start saying “C’mon kids” every time you went somewhere with them.

Another challenge to their chivalry was the way you held the door open for each of them, eyes glued to them as pursed your lips in discontent. But, they knew the drill just as well as you did.

First, you peered at Simon, though he just walked by with his usual scowl, probably finding a dark corner to brood in. He was the only one you didn’t bother to fuss over, unless you wanted to get chewed out, naturally.

It was the other two you were the most concerned about—Gaz and Soap, the troublemakers. If you could call them that in the field, you would have a thousand times already, and most likely more than that, knowing them.

Heavy sighs filled the room, sweaty brows wiped as they relieved their bodies of the extra pounds their gear gave them. Vests and buckles undone, muscles stretched as the adrenaline coursing through each of you steadied itself.

For once, you were also overjoyed to see the bland walls of this base, and them too, as much as they gave you grief. Each mission was like watching a toddler climb up to the top of a playset, waiting for the inevitable injury that comes once they fall—and every time, your hammering heart nearly came through your chest.

Yes, they were grown men, trained soldiers, but that instinct still prevailed. You couldn’t trust them with your life if they didn’t have theirs, could you? The world kept turning, and the clocks kept ticking, all as long as you played your maternal part in this arrangement.

You squinted at the two troublemakers, that gut instinct showing itself. “You sure nothing went wrong, you two? No blood?” It was a series of accusations, not naive questions. You knew something was up, there was that bubbling in your chest.

Gaz’s lip tightened into a line like he was trying not to reveal the truth. “No blood.” What a liar, and a bad one at that. Knowing these two, Soap was probably pinching his skin where you couldn’t see, trying to contort it until you were left with no suspicions.

There was no way you could force the truth out, so if they didn’t want your help, they weren’t getting it from you.

With a slow nod, you began to take off your own gear, gathering your pack and all the extras. Perhaps, for once, it would be a happy ending. You would settle into your dorm, lay back on your cot, and catch up on some paperwork, maybe even some light reading—

Well, that fantasy came about as quickly as it went.

Soap’s palm was hovering over his side, letting out a grunt of pain when he put his backpack over his shoulders. He had turned so abruptly, nearly scampering down to reach his own dorm. But he wasn’t quick enough, and your iron grip on his wrist—it was as unyielding as your grit.

“C’mon, I’m fine, Lass.” Soap grunts, like a child embarrassed when his mother dabs his face with a napkin. “It’s just a—”

“—a scratch?” You scoff, lightly smacking your free hand against his tender side. No matter how tough he was, how well he thought he was going to hide it, he had keeled over and held the spot you barely made contact with.

Gaz was attempting to contain his laughter, which was only met with the kick of one of Soap’s legs to his shin.

You couldn’t believe it, from causing trouble and bickering to working as a team and failing miserably.

The grip on Soap’s wrist loosened, instead now on the strap of his bag, gently sliding it off his tender shoulder. “Let me look at it, please.” You pleaded, trying to keep your tone both firm but concerned all at once. It seems it wasn’t just a scratch; once again you were right.

“I got nothin’ but admiration for you, why do you do this to me?” Soap whines, still not budging and letting you examine the wounds.

You ran your tongue over the inside of your cheek, cocking a brow at him. “Sit down, Johnny. Now.”

Your finger was pointing at one of the spare dining chairs in the kitchenette, and it wasn’t a request either. He knew that by now. Soap could try and swoon you, butter you up until you left it alone, but it wouldn’t work.

“Yes, ma’am.” His tone was defeated, but he still had a smirk on his face, like he was enjoying the attention.

Gaz snickered from behind you, and you could hear him begin his trek out of the room. “Better to just listen to the lady, or she won’t stop.”

Before you could even lay eyes on Soap’s injury, your head snapped in Gaz’s direction. He was on just as thin of ice, he was only lucky you could tolerate his jokes. “You’re part of this too, Gaz. I suggest you don’t wander too far.”

It was ironic; men who had worked so hard, trained to kill, and yet, they were downright gutless when in your sights, especially when caught in a lie.

All apart from Simon, who maintained the same distance with you as everyone else—that you could accept, it was just the way he was. But from these two clowns? Not for a second.

It wasn’t coming from thin air, either, this was a two-sided deal. The first time you were injured in the field, you attempted to diminish it, to write it off and suffer by yourself. It went about as well for you as it was for Soap right now—forced into a chair and stitched up with an icy glare, one that says “don’t ever do that again” without any actual words surfacing.

That’s how you knew this wasn’t in vain, even if your work didn’t always come with a response of gratitude.

You were strong where they were weak—and in return, they would quite literally kill for you, in and out of the field. God knows you’ve had to hold them back more than a few times; order comes out wrong at the restaurant, you get ghosted after a date, or someone insults your abilities as a soldier? It’s a mess.

Your eyes stayed on Soap’s pout through the reflection of the window above the sink, scrubbing away the grime on your hands before you got to work on him. In mere minutes, you’d retrieved the very used first aid kit, laying out any supplies you might need. Knowing him, it could be as small as a papercut, or a gushing wound under the fabric of his shirt.

He had already removed his, cheeks rosy and lips crinkled like you hadn’t seen this a thousand times. Not to mention, you were patching him up, not asking for a striptease. He was the one making things awkward, for the record.

Aside from the dirt, the scars, and small scrapes, it was an injury that needed to be looked at, regardless of how stubborn the patient was. A nasty bruise was forming on his peck area and below it a gash with some tiny glass shards still embedded in it. The shoulder had no visible injury, but based on how tender the skin was, he had sprained it again.

“Christ. How do you manage this? It was a simple sweep mission, MacTavish.” You shook your head in disapproval, putting on a pair of disposable gloves with a loud snap of the blue latex.

He takes the hits like a dog that knows he’s in trouble, only it's a look of acceptance rather than apprehension. It was coming from a place of care, not anger, and by God did Soap’s reckless behavior make your heart drop often.

Your rambles continued, almost as if you were talking to yourself. Your fingers worked carefully, using the tweezers to get any debris out of there.

“Can you do anything about this, Captain?” Soap’s words made your work slow, not stop.

“No, I cannot, Sergeant.” Even Price was aware of this dynamic, and frankly, he was thankful for it, one less person to worry about getting in trouble. You scolded it, didn’t partake in it—and that left less paternal instincts of his own to run dry.

Price’s boots retreated without another word, probably to work tirelessly in his office for the rest of the night. Now, it was clear to Soap that there really was no way out of this, no way to shimmy away from your caring nature.

Might as well take advantage of it the only way he knew how. “You look like you need a drink, Lass. Always so tense.”

You stared up at him through your lashes, wrapping the gauze a little tighter than you usually would. What were you supposed to say to that? He was right, you could use a drink, but he wasn’t going to get the satisfaction of being right—being right was your job.

Before you could utter a witty response, Simon spoke up for the first time since the mission. “She has a scalpel at the ready, Johnny. I would tread lightly if I were you.” For once, his cynical humor had landed on your side, and it nearly made you spit out a laugh, if you weren’t so focused.

If you were as childish as Soap, you might’ve said I told you so, but your stern look said enough. After you finished disinfecting the wounds, you bandaged them up, patting the cotton with your fingers to make it stick.

“All better now, just don’t do it again.” A satisfied beam appeared on your face, that worry in your gut dissipating when he was patched up. “Please?” Now, it was desperate and anxiety-filled.

He probably would do something like this again, but maybe next time he would at least think first, and you could live with that.

Soaps fingers find his shirt, slipping it over his head slowly with a pained groan. “I can’t promise that.” Then, they find the nearest bottle of whiskey, in true fashion for him. “But I’ll find you first next time, ask permission to get hurt.”

You scoffed and let out a sarcastic ha-ha, but stepped back enough to give him space, discarding the gloves into the waste basket. Once he had collected his things, keeping them in his uninjured arm this time, a cheek smirk appeared again.

He waited until you had turned your back to wash your hands again, and to be safe, a few feet further from you. “Thanks, Mom.” Soap turned on his heels and whipped around the corner, down the hall before you could show him your face of shock.

On second thought, maybe next time he wouldn’t have to ask to get hurt, and it would be your own two hands making him pay for that comment.

#mw2 #mw2 fanfic #call of duty #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader #simon riley #soap mctavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #141 x reader #task force 141 x y/n

[l8rs-gat0rs]

You got some time?

Pairing: Carol Danvers x AFAB Spider person!reader

Warning(s): smut ;) , flirty Carol, reader is also kinda a flirt, CAPTAIN KIIIINK, Carol using her powers in you in you, degradation, moderate fluff, Dom Carol is a warning itself.

Summary: The Captain's got some free time on her hands and so do you, you decide to have a night out because superheroes don't get many of those. As the night goes on, Carol decides time isn't the only thing she wants her hands on and you have the exact same idea.

Word count: 3.4k

I know, I know, I have requests to finish but my brain would not let me write them until I finished this one. I will get to the requests soon! I swear😔

Happy kinktober btw!!!! One of the best times of the year if I do say so myself😌 I obviously didn't participate in all 30 days bc I've tried in previous years, and it did not work out Haha, but here's at least one fic for Kinktober before it ends!

Side note for story purposes: I know a lot of people have their own spider personas with suits they made for them, which might I add, I've loved looking at all the artwork of! Buuuut, just so one or two of the scenes make sense, the reader's mask is kinda like Jessica drew's. The one in the comics, not across the spider verse just so we're clear. Like, the nose, mouth, and chin are open and the reader's hair is out from the top.

~~~~18+ MINORS DNI~~~~

You swung through the streets of Queens, smiling as you saw people point at you excitedly.

You were doing your evening rounds and all was looking quiet, thankfully.

You swung onto a rooftop and landed gracefully.

You had to say, you loved New York City. You grew up with the sounds of cars honking all night outside your window, you found it to be charming rather than annoying.

On top of all the warm memories and friends you made in the city, one of your favorite things in the world, nothing could beat the view of the sun setting behind all the buildings and skyscrapers from a rooftop.

"It never gets old does it?" You heard a woman's voice behind you.

You turned around as she landed, recognizing her voice.

"Carol" You smiled.

"Hey spider girl." She smiled at you, using one of your titles endearingly.

"Captain." You said right back.

If you weren't staring at her so intensely, you wouldn't have caught the slight falter in her confidence as she looked away, clearing her throat before looking back at you.

However, before you could comment on it she locked eyes with you once more and spoke.

"I'm kind of jealous you've had this view all your life." She spoke quietly, moving to stand next to you and gaze over the view you had previously been looking at.

You turned around and smiled.

"Yeah, well I bet nothing beats space." You smirked and nudged her with your elbow.

She chuckled, turning back to look at you.

"It's not all that, lots of emptiness and darkness if I'm being honest, and I miss the people."

She turned back to the sunset before continuing.

"I like this much better." She sighed.

The sun shone a beautiful golden light onto her face. As the wind blew through her hair, the sun made it shine even more golden than it already was.

"Yeah, me too." You said softly.

She turned to you and smiled, a faint blush reaching her cheeks as she realized what you meant.

"Ew you’re so cliché," she punched your arm lightly, causing you to laugh.

"So everything clear on your front?" She asked, turning to you.

"Yup, just finished my evening rounds. There's no sign of any supervillains, and I left a guy webbed to a pole for the cops. Surprisingly quiet other than that." You shrugged.

She chuckled causing you to smile at the sound.

"Well, it's all quiet on my end as well, sooooo...." She wiggled her eyebrows at you.

"Soooo?" You responded curiously.

"Come on! We finally both have some free time, let's do something together!" She exclaimed.

It was true, you usually didn't have free time, and when you did, Carol wasn't free.

After thinking about it for a minute, you agreed.

"Alright, what did you have in mind?" You smiled, causing her to jump in the air and clap.

"How abouuuut, we watch a movie?" She pitched after calming down.

"Hmm okay, what kind of movie?" You asked absentmindedly walking up the side of the water tower that was on the roof.

Carol lifted her head to watch you as she mused.

"What about a rom-com?" She asked with faux innocence.

You stopped in your tracks as you stood upside down from under the water tower.

You attached a web to the underside and slowly descended, still upside down, till you were in front of Carol, her eyes following you the whole way down.

"A rom-com you say?" You smirked.

"Yeah, why not?" She shrugged.

"What's with the smirk?"

"Nothing, nothing....So is this like...a date?" You swung lightly, your hair swaying with you.

"So rom-com equals date to you?" She smirked.

"No, but you specifically asking me to watch a rom-com with just you, feels like a date."

"Okay, then what if it was a date?" She shrugged.

"Then I wouldn't be mad" You smiled, still hanging upside down, but stopping your swaying.

"Then it's a date." She said, moving closer to you, while watching your lips.

"Isn't this a bit cliché?" You whispered with a playful smile, referencing her earlier comment.

"What, you want me to be upside down too?" She joked.

You laughed before stealthily turning yourself upright and landing on the floor, letting go of your web.

"I mean we haven't even been on the date yet, Danvers." You chuckled.

"Fair enough, I can wait." She said coolly.

"Who said I was kissing you at all tonight?" You shot back.

"I just have a feeling," she smirked before turning to walk away from the water tower.

You followed her, smiling at her confidence.

"You look good in the mask by the way." She added, not turning around.

Your face felt hot at her unexpected compliment.

"Th-Thanks" You cursed yourself for stuttering.

She looked over her shoulder and smirked at your response.

"No problem, so, I'll meet you at the theater on 37th avenue?" She asked, turning around to face you and slowly walking backwards.

"Yeah, sure." You confirmed.

"I'm gonna wear something nice tonight." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"Wow, the great Captain Marvel dressing up all for me!?" You gasped, over-exaggerating your reaction with your hand over your chest.

She stopped walking backwards.

"Not for you, it's just been a while since I dressed up." She rolled her eyes.

"Come onnnn, admit it! It's mostly for me." You smirked and crossed your arms as you finally stood in front of her.

"Well I'll admit one thing, you're special." She winked.

You felt your chest swell with warmth and you smiled like an idiot.

"Alright then, I'll dress up a bit too." You thought about what to wear.

"Oh? That sounds promising." Carol smirked before you saw her body start to glow with energy.

"See you soon?" She asked with a raised brow and she started to lift off the ground.

"See you soon, captain." You smiled and saluted her.

She smirked before flying off the opposite way of you.

"What. A. Woman." You sighed aloud to yourself with your hands on your hips before swinging towards your house.

When you get home you fretted over what to wear.

You didn't wanna go overboard, but it was a date, Carol also said she was dressing up...

You settled with a red button up, the first 2 buttons unbuttoned, tucked into black jeans with suspenders, topping it off with your favorite black chuck Taylors.

"Wow I look so gay." You chuckled to yourself.

You stepped outside your house and put your portable suit that Tony gave you in your pocket.

You didn't like wearing it that much, preferring the suit you designed yourself, but hey, when duty calls....

You got into the Uber you had ordered and gave the driver the address of the theater.

When you got there, you saw Carol already waiting outside, and boy did your jaw drop.

She was wearing a suit with a bow tie, her hair was in waves, and she topped it all off with shiny black dress shoes.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled when she saw you get out of the car.

"Jesus Christ Carol, I thought I was gonna be overdressed." You gaped at her.

She looked at you with a smirk.

"You look extremely good, trust me"

"And you look like you're going to a movie premier." You laughed.

"Hey, like I said, I don't get to dress up often. This was just hanging in my closet collecting dust." She gestured to her suit.

"Well in any case, you look absolutely stunning, Carol." You smiled at her, barely managing to keep your jaw shut as you glanced over her once again.

"Thank you, you as well. That outfit really...suits...you" She winked, giving you a nudge.

You rolled your eyes at her pun referring to her own outfit.

"God, you are so corny." You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Come on, you loved it." She laughed.

You cracked a smile.

"Okay yeah, it was cute." You laughed along with her.

"Oh, so you think I'm cute?" She smirked.

"Oh shut up! Lets just go buy the movie tickets before all the good seats are taken." Your face heated up, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the theater as she laughed, letting you drag her.

The two of you bought tickets to a rom-com that was currently playing in theaters.

People stared at the two of you, or maybe just Carol, but nobody had the guts to come up to either of you when they saw her hand around your waist.

You made your way into the theater with minimal distractions, the only one being a little girl saying hello to Carol and high fiving her.

You had smiled fondly at the cute interaction.

"I'm actually excited, I wanted to see this movie if I'm being honest." You explained excitedly.

"Well then, I'm glad we came." Carol said as you made your way to your seats.

The two of you had come in a bit late so the lights were dim and the trailers were playing.

When you sat down Carol immediately held your hand, causing heat to slap your face as you looked at your intertwined hands.

She smiled at you as you looked up to meet her eyes, which were already watching you.

"You're adorable you know?" Carol confessed to you in a hushed whisper.

"I could say the same thing about you." You smiled.

She smiled back, but before she could say anything else, the theater went dark and the movie began to play.

"Oh shit it's starting!" You whispered excitedly, moving your attention to the screen.

The two of you watched the movie mostly in silence, occasionally, you would feel Carol's thumb lightly brushing your hand, or you would make an energetic comment about whatever was happening in the movie.

You were secretly a movie buff, and Carol thoroughly enjoyed getting to see that side of you revealed.

When the movie ended, you filed out of the theater along with everyone else and it was dark outside.

You looked up at the moon, shining brightly through the clouds.

"We should do this more often." Carol broke the silence, bringing your attention back to her.

"What, go on dates?" You chuckled.

"I mean of course, but also, Just you and me, hanging out, no pressure, no crazy aliens coming after us, no big fights, or catching criminals. Just, having a good time. It's nice." She smiled.

Your heart warmed at the sincerity In her voice.

"Yeah, I'd like that too Carol." You grinned at her, stopping in your tracks and putting your hands in your pockets.

"And... I'd even go as far as to say I like you." You said softly as you smiled at the ground.

You looked back up at Carol and she had the biggest grin on her face and her cheeks were flushed.

You laughed loudly at her silent reaction.

"What?"

"I like you too." She simply said.

"I like you a lot." She moved closer toward you causing your heart to flutter.

"So what do you suppose we do about it, I mean, now that it's out in the air and all that." You nonchalantly waved your hands in the air.

She chuckled as she walked towards you until she had you backed up into an alleyway you hadn't even noticed you were by.

Before you could get a word out, she grabbed you by the arm and pushed up against the wall, kissing you passionately.

You practically melted into the kiss.

"Oh, I've been dreaming about that." Carol said breathlessly as she pulled away lightly.

You didn't say anything for a moment, your brain still processing what had just happened.

"Wanna come over?" You asked her quickly just as she was about to speak up.

She cocked and eyebrow and smirked.

"I'm down."

You practically dragged her down the street before hailing a taxi that was parked on the side of the road.

"Are you working?" You asked the driver through the window.

He nodded and you got in the car, Carol getting in after you.

"Someone's in a hurry." Carol smirked, putting her hand on your upper thigh.

Your head shot down to look at her hand as you saw it glow with energy, you felt it warm your skin through your jeans.

You looked at her, biting your lip to hold in a groan.

As soon as the Taxi stopped outside your apartment, you thanked the driver and got out of the car.

You walked to your apartment holding Carol's hand the whole time.

You pressed the elevator button and got in, thankfully no one else was in there.

There was a charged silence between the two of you as you watched the numbers on the elevator until Carol broke it.

"You want me to fuck you? Hard or soft? Fast or slow?" Carol said with a confident smirk.

Your eyes widened as you looked at her and she cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh shut the fuck up, Danvers." You grabbed her and smashed your lips against hers, moaning lightly.

You felt her smile against your lips before you heard the ding of the elevator, causing the two of you to quickly separate.

You speed walk to your door, ripping your keys out of your pocket, almost dropping your Stark spider suit before you shoved it into the keyhole and turned it, unlocking your door.

Carol pushes you inside and slams your back into the door to close it.

You let out a gasp as the motion winds you and Carol has an open lusty smile as her lips barely touch yours and she reaches next to you to lock the door.

After locking the door, Carol makes quick work of untucking and unbuttoning your shirt, feeling up your body.

She lets out a little excited sound as she watches you react to her touch.

"I know it was only our first date and kiss today but, I would like your permission to absolutely ruin you tonight." Carol asks, looking into your dazed eyes.

You nod without hesitation.

"Do anything you want to me, Captain." You groan.

You watch as her eyes get wild and a lustful expression graces her face.

Carol attaches her lips to your neck and immediately starts marking you. You feel her moan against your skin as she sucks on it.

Your moans fill the space of your apartment even more as she squeezes your chest underneath the sports bra while she works on your neck.

Once she is satisfied with her work, she plays with your hardened nipples as she whispers hotly into your neck, her warm breath contrarily leaving goosebumps on your skin.

"You're so pretty like this baby." She moves her thigh in between yours and pushes you down onto it.

You gasp out as you start moving your hips against her muscular thigh.

"Mmm that's it, just like that baby."

You watch as she pulls back and holds you up against the wall as she watches your hips working her thigh with her mouth hanging open.

You slip your hand into her pants and she lets out a moan when you start rubbing tight circles on her clit.

Carol closes her eyes in pleasure and moans loudly as you slip your fingers into her already soaking wet core, moving your hips fast against her thigh as she jerks her hips against your fingers.

Before the two of you get too lost in the pleasure Carol halts her movements, as well as yours. Before you open your mouth to protest, she looks you in the eyes and you see that they've darkened, her pupils blown out.

"As much as I'd like both of us to cum right here, right now, we should take this to the bedroom." She chuckles breathily as she pants.

"Mmmm, a modest lady huh?" You smirk as she helps you stand up straight again before you lead her to your bedroom.

"Hey, it's our first time, I want it to be amazing." She holds your hand.

You look at her and smile as you lead her into your bedroom, your heart feeling warm from her revelation.

"Me too," you nod.

"But I also need you to fuck me like... really bad." You add.

"I can absolutely do that " Carol smirks as both of you start to remove your shirts.

"Tell me how bad you want it." Carol whispered in your ear.

"Fuck, I want it so bad..." You groaned, your forehead falling against her neck as you breathed heavily.

Carol pushed you till the back of your knees hit the bed and you sat down, looking up at her.

"Fuck, those eyes... tell me princess, you want my fingers in you?" She asked, cocking her head as she slowly got down on her knees in front of you.

"God yes, I want your fingers-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, Carol had pulled your pants down and moved your underwear to the side, shoving two of her long fingers into you.

You gasped, your mouth hanging open while you stared at her with furrowed brows.

"I already knew the answer." She smirked.

"God, could you just shut up and-"

She pushed her fingers in deeper, all the way to her knuckles and you let out a choked moan.

"hmm? What was that baby?" She held her smirk, still standing on her knees.

You laid down, your back hitting the bed roughly as you slid down a little, pushing your core closer to her.

"F-fuck you.." You gasped as she pulled her fingers out and pushed them all the way back in, reveling in the wet sounds.

"Shit, I could listen to your pretty pussy all day. You'd like that wouldn't you? Me fucking you all day?" She cooed.

You nodded aggressively, panting as the pace of her fingers started to quicken.

"Yeah? Oh I know, you love being fingered like a slut huh?" Carol started to pant.

You don't know what came over you but you moaned loudly,

"C-captain!"

Carol's eyes went wild and you felt warmth and a little buzz inside you.

You gasped out,

"Holy fuck!!" Your legs felt like they were going numb.

"Call me that again." She growled lowly, the pace of her fingers quickening.

You looked down at her and saw her hand glowing, before letting your head fall back and arching your back.

"Captain, fuck... don't stop." You moaned loudly.

"That's right, let your captain know how good she's making you feel. I can feel your slutty pussy practically sucking my fingers in." She moaned.

And she was right, you could feel yourself clenching around her fingers tightly as you rapidly approached your high.

"Yeah, oh god, I'm- you're gonna make me cum, Captain... Please... It feels so good, you make me feel so good...Please make me cum." You moaned in between pants.

"As you wish, princess." She smirked, her fingers combined with the warmth of her inside you sending you over the edge.

Carol continued thrusting her fingers deep inside you, watching your face as you writhed in pleasure, your back arching off the sheets once again as you grabbed the sheets tightly and moaned loudly with your eyes shut tight.

When it was too much to bare due to the sensitivity, you pushed at Carol's hand and she obediently pulled her fingers out.

You watched as her hand stopped glowing and watched her hungry eyes as she panted while examining her fingers coated in your juices.

She brought her fingers to her mouth and stuck her tongue out a little, barely putting her fingers in her mouth.

Once her fingers touched her tongue you watched with furrowed brows and your mouth hanging open as she moaned loudly, closing her eyes and sticking her fingers all the way Into her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around her fingers for a couple of seconds before pulling her fingers out of her mouth with a pop and meeting your eyes.

"Baby, you taste fucking amazing." She breathed out.

You groaned and let your head fall back on to the bed as your breathing started to fall down.

You felt the bed dip next to you and you turned your head, meeting Carol's warm gaze.

"How was that for our first time?" She smirked.

"I think it could've been better." You shrugged jokingly.

"Oh? Well, I guess that means it's time for round two."

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The Waynes: Chapter 8

Title: The Waynes

Pairing: Mobster!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: None!

Summary: Dick comes over for a quick chat. Jason asks a special question.

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone! Super thankful to have you all here supporting one another. The holidays can be a lonely time for some people so remember be nice to those around you and check in on those that need it. Exactly one year ago today I posted the first chapter of The Waynes. Thanks for sticking with me!

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Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Chapter 8: Move in with me?

Jason never slept well. Not even when he was exhausted. Especially not in his own bed.

So he was surprised when he opened his eyes, and there was some light peeking out from behind the blinds. 

He tried to sit up and reach for his phone, when something moved next to him. He quickly turned over to see you asleep next to him. He smiled as he watched you sleep for a moment. It had been a while since Jason felt this kind of peace in his life. 

But as usual, his peace never lasted as his phone started to vibrate on the nightstand. He quickly picked it up and gently got out of bed, being very careful not to wake you.

He looked back to see you were still fast asleep. He tiptoed out of the room and quietly closed the door behind him. As soon as he was far enough away from the room, he answered the phone. Without saying a word, Dick’s voice came through.

“Hey Jason. How is she?” He asked.

“She's fine. Still sleeping. Probably from the overuse of adrenaline last night.” Jason said, making his way into the kitchen.

“I know you’ll be mad. But open the door. I’m here.”

Jason groaned. Dick loved to show up unannounced. He used to show up at Jason’s door every night at the manor. The man loved annoying the crap out of him. Normally, Jason would just tell Dick to go home. But he was curious why Dick felt the need to come over today. With everything that was going on, especially with Carl, he wanted to make sure everything was okay.

Jason quickly, but quietly, made his way to the front door after giving the doorman permission to let Dick up the elevator. He waited by the door and in a few minutes, it opened, and a very well dressed Dick Grayson stood at the door. Even at 8AM, Dick was dressed to the nines. Today it was a full royal blue three piece suit. The blue really made his eyes pop brighter than usual. Dick opened his mouth to speak, but Jason shushed him immediately. Dick only had one volume: Loud.

“She's still asleep.” Jason said as quietly as he could, ushering Dick to come inside. They could talk in the kitchen where the sound didn’t travel upstairs.

They quietly made their way into Jason’s giant black kitchen. Without saying a word, Jason started to make an espresso. As soon as Dick sat down on one of the kitchen stools, he started to speak. “You really care about her, don't you?”

Jason didn’t answer at first. Instead, he turned his attention to the bar, rather than the espresso machine. He needed something stronger than just a coffee today.

“Why does it feel like everyone suddenly cares about my life now. No one cared when I dated before. Why now?” He asked, annoyed. He popped the top off of his favorite whiskey and poured a large shot. As the coffee finished dripping, he took the mug and handed it to Dick. He quickly took a sip of his own drink to brace himself for the real reason Dick was here.

Dick looked at him sadly. “We’ve always cared, Jason. It’s just… you never actually cared about any of the previous girls.” 

Jason scoffed. Dick was right, he just didn’t want to agree. His love life was non-existent. He only ever had one night stands. He couldn’t even tell you the first name of the last few girls he’s slept with. Not that he cared about any of those girls at all. Most of them didn’t even care about him either. They were there for his pleasure, that was it. This was his first real relationship of actual substance. He smiled as he remembered you were upstairs in his bed of all places. None of the other girls had even seen the inside of Charles’ car let alone stepped foot into the parking lot of his building. But his smile quickly faded as he remembered who was currently standing in his kitchen.

“We both know you’re not here to talk about my love life Dicky. Why are you really here? What does Bruce want?”

Dick sighed. His intentions were good at first. He really just wanted to make sure Y/N and Jason were okay. But halfway into his card ride here, Bruce called. 

“The gala.”

Jason rolled his eyes immediately. Any mention of a gala always annoyed him. The Wayne family lived and breathed galas. How so many of those outrageously expensive galas were planned was beyond him. He had hated them when he was a kid, and he hated them now. He was always bad at fake socialization.

“Which one is it now? He remembers what happened last time right? Does he really want another Jason Todd headline to deal with?” Jason said, quickly downing the rest of his drink and pouring himself another one.

“This ones different. Alfred is throwing it. He wants you there.” Dick handed Jason an envelope. It had the words: “Jason Todd”, written in perfect cursive on it. Jason took it, and put it on the counter.

Jason sighed. Alfred was always Jason’s weakness. He saw the man like a father more than he ever saw Bruce. He would do anything for that man.

“Is it really for Alfred?” Jason asked, looking Dick right in the eyes. He knew Dick’s trick’s. He basically had to make up a lie every time he wanted Jason to do something. But Dick was also a bad liar, especially to his family.

Dick looked him right in the eyes, and nodded. “Yes. I’m not lying this time. Swear on Barbara.”

Jason rubbed his temple in annoyance. He was telling the truth. Alfred never got involved with the Wayne Family crimes. So if it really was a gala he was throwing, it would be for a good cause.

“Fine. I’ll show up. When is it?”

“Next Friday. He asked you to bring Y/N.”

Jason’s head snapped up. “Why?”

“He really likes her J. He thinks she’s good for you.” Dick paused. “We all do.”

Jason watched him closely. There was more to this.

“Bruce thinks it's a good idea to make your relationship public. The Falcones already know about her. If you two are public it would make more sense to up security around her. After All, she is dating a Wayne.” Dick said, taking a long sip of his coffee. His eyes stayed on Jason.

Jason stared at Dick for a while. He was meaning to up security around Y/N. Especially after what happened yesterday. He never thought about how weird it would be for her to suddenly be traveling around with bodyguards all day. Dick’s next question broke him out of his thoughts.

“Sorry Jason, but I gotta ask. Have you told her yet?” 

Jason scoffed. “No. Of course not. How do you think she would react?”

Dick shrugged. “Barbara took it pretty well.”

Jason scoffed. “You’re the face of the group. The one who talks to tabloids and flirts with reporters. Of course she took it well.”

Jason poured himself another shot. He looked down at his drink and sighed.

“I’m the one who does the dirty business. I wouldn’t even know how to tell her. Hey Y/N, whenever my family needs information, I torture it out of people. Or better yet, sometimes I end up killing them. My kill count? I don't even know at this point. How do you think she would react to that?” He said sadly. 

Dick got up from his seat, and put an arm on Jason’s shoulder. “You’re not just a killer J. All the info you get from those dirtbags help us. You know that. It’s not that you enjoy doing it, you’re just very good at it. Remember that one time I tried and the guy just laughed at me?”

Jason continued to look down. “I’m a bad guy Dick. That’s what she will see when I tell her. A monster.”

Dick wasn’t sure what to say. He knew the business was rough. It wasn’t always clean and they all knew it. To the outside world, they were all criminals.

The sound of a pair of feet walking into the kitchen startled the two boys. 

“Hi Dick!” You said cheerily. “I didn’t know you were here.” Your instincts were correct. Something inside you said that you should put some clothes on before getting out of bed. And you were glad you did. You were wearing one of Jason’s extra large t-shirts and a pair of pajama tights. The shirt was like a dress on you.

Jason’s mood changed immediately. Dick could practically feel it. He smiled when Jason got up from his seat and hugged Y/N. He looked away when you went up for a kiss.

“That’s my cue to leave. I’ll be out of your hair soon lovebirds.”

You laughed and pulled away. “No! Stay as long as you want. We don’t have anything planned today.” You said with a smile.

Dick shook his head and started to make his way towards the elevator. “Nah, Barbara and I have breakfast plans. I’ll be late if I stay any longer. You don’t want to see her mad.” He said as he made his way to the elevator. You both followed him out. The elevator opened and Dick stepped in. He turned around and waved. “Nice to see you again Y/N. Lets do brunch next time!” He said as the doors closed, Dick disappearing behind them.

You turned to Jason. “Is everything okay?” You asked, inquiring about Dick’s presence.

Jason nodded as he took your hand in his. “Yeah, he just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He smiled down at you and led you back to the kitchen. You sat down at one of the stools and watched Jason start to prepare breakfast for the both of you.

Just as he finished plating up the scramble eggs, the doorbell rang.

“I'll get it. It’s just Charles.” Jason said as he made his way towards the door.

You grabbed your fork and took a bite of the eggs in front of you. You moaned in pleasure. Jason was a fantastic cook. It didn’t make sense as he had access to some of the best restaurants in the world and enough money to go to those restaurants every day. But you weren’t going to complain.

Jason got back quickly, with a small box in his hand. You watched him as he took a seat in front of you and pushed the box towards you on the table.

“For you.” He said with a small smile.

You took the box and opened it, curious at what it could be. Inside the box was a small black card. It was attached to a keychain. You looked up at Jason, confused.

“It’s a key. To this place.” He said. “ He reached out and took your hand in his. “Y/N. I’ve wanted to ask you for a while now. There was just never a good time. But after everything that happened last night, and everything that could possibly happen in the future when more people find out about us, there is no better time.”

You looked at him. Still not sure where he was going just yet.

The security is top notch here. No one can come up unless they have a key or they can be let in by security, which is staffed 24/7. We can also go buy you some stuff to redecorate. I know it screams single bachelor in here. I didn’t even do any of the decorating, it was all Alfred. But I have to admit, he knows exactly what I like. Oh and Alfred comes by every once in a while with supplies so you dont have to worry about that anymore. You can let him know the type of stuff you like and he can bring you some.

Jason went on and on about the amenities of his penthouse. You stopped him before he kept going. “Jay.” You said as you squeezed his hand. “You’re babbling.” You said with a laugh.

Jason stopped speaking, and took a deep breath. “Doll, will you move in with me?” Jason said nervously, looking down as he was afraid of your answer.

You knew the answer right away. You couldn’t believe this was happening. A big smile began to form on your face as Jason finally had the courage to look up at you.

“Are you kidding? I get to live here? I mean I would love to bring some life in here. Maybe some pictures of us or some less abstract paintings.” You said as you started to walk into the living room. “We could get a tree and put it here for christmas! I never got one because I was never able to lug it up the stairs by myself.” You said excitedly, running through the living room. Jason followed you as you began to spin in circles, trying to admire every square foot of the house. You finally stopped spinning and looked at Jason, who was laughing at your reaction.

“So I take it that's a yes?” He said.

You stopped and realized you had never given him an answer. With a few steps forward, you wrapped your arms around Jason’s neck, and tipped toed up for a kiss. Jason wrapped his arms around you. After a few seconds, you pulled away, and looked up at his large teal eyes.

“Yes Jason Todd. I will move in with you.”

Jason beamed, his face painted with the largest smile he could muster.

Your face dropped for a second, as you suddenly remembered how far you were from work. “But how will I get to the bakery?” You asked. You didn’t have a car. Never needed one. But now, public transportation from this far into the city would be a nightmare.

“Charles will drive you.”

You looked at him quizzically. “But doesnt he have another job to be at? You know, for Bruce?”

Jason shook his head. “Not anymore. As of today he is your fill time driver and bodyguard.”

“Bodyguard?” You asked. Confused.

Jason’s grip around your waist tightens a bit. “After yesterday, Bruce suggested that we have Charles take on a new role as your bodyguard. He will be there when I am not. Just as a precaution. Just in case.”

You thought about it for a minute, you never in a thousand years would have thought that you, Y/N, an average girl, needed a bodyguard. The idea was far beyond your understanding, but it didn’t seem so bad. Plus, you really like Charles.

“Okay.” You said with a smile. “But it's going to be a bit difficult to explain to Pam and Jim why I have a large man following me at all times.” You said with a laugh.

“Oh, and one more thing.” He said, turning around to run into the kitchen to grab the invite. He handed you the envelope and watched as you opened it.

Your eyes lit up. You had heard about the Wayne gala’s. Everyone in Gotham has. They were always the most exclusive events of the year. Only the best of the best were invited. 

“Alfred invited us. He’s doing a charity for the children’s hospital for Christmas this year. But only if you want to.”

“Of course I want to! But, I don’t have anything fancy enough to wear to this.” You said sadly.

Jason smirked, and wrapped his arms around you. “Well then let's get you a new dress today. I faintly remember you telling Dick we didn’t have any plans today. We do now. Oh, and…” He said taking out his wallet and grabbing a sleek black card. “It’s all on Bruce.” He said with a smirk.

When you woke up that morning, the only plan you had was to finish up reading the book you had started last week. But now, not only were you moving in with Jason, into a penthouse no less, but you were about to go shopping for a brand new dress paid for by none other than Bruce Wayne. All for a gala hosted by the Wayne family.

You turned to look at Jason. “If this is a dream. Don’t wake me.” You said with a laugh.

“That makes two of us.” Jason said smirk as he leaned forward to capture your lips into his.

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[josiesullysblog]

His and Only His

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Explicit content, dom Neteyam, Sub reader, toy play

~Proofread?-no

~Summary- You were never one to let people walk all over you, but once you and Neteyam meet that changes.

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You were a very opinionated person. If you wanted to say something, you were going to say it regardless if it hurt someone's feelings. Your mother said this was the best thing about you, that so many people are fake and it's refreshing to see someone so real.

So, you always did what you wanted, you weren't hurting anyone so why hold back what you wanted to say? You weren't mean, bitchy, some people would say, but you believed you were living your truth.

You had many friends, but none of them topped the friendship you had with Kiri. You two were connected by the hip, doing anything and everything together, but you never expected to fall for her older brother.

It started normal, you, of course, knew of him due to his title, and he was your best friend’s brother. A small hi or wave would happen and you two would be on with your day. Until one day it changed.

His body changed, and you had wondering eyes. He was taller, his voice was deeper, and he started hanging out a lot more. Neteyam noticed changes in you as well, your body started shaping, and you grew big boobs, bigger than anyone.

He wasn't the only one noticing the difference between you and other Na’vi girls. He couldn't explain why but it started to irk him how others spoke about you, but he knew his thoughts were worse. You were a loud opinionated girl but he knew he could break you.

He could make you shut up, no other man could do that to you. You needed to be dominated to have a man put you in your place but he knew you wouldn't voice this. So he’d have to break you, but he found this more fun.

He memorized your schedule, he appeared only for a short period but a long enough time to where he knew he’d have your attention.

“How come I always see you?” you questioned him, “oh i’m on your mind?” he smirked at you. You shook your head, “no! It's not like that Neteyam,” he noticed the small blush appear on your cheeks. Perfect.

You had a crush on Neteyam, I mean how could you not? He was the finest man and had the best manners, but what you didn't know was that he was feeling you just as much.

Friday, was your relaxing day. No stresses, no jobs, and no training, a whole day dedicated to you. You lay in the sun, not noticing Neteyam’s eyes lingering on you.

“Beautiful day hm?” you jumped up looking at the voice, “yeah,” you said carefully watching the boy as he came closer, “feels nice to just relax?” you nodded, not having any words to say.

“You know the best way to relax is?” you shook your head noticing how he held a hand behind his back, “one thing I’ve learned is that those sky people love pleasure.”

He pulled out a small thing, it fit in the palm of his hand it made your curiosity skyrocket, “what is that?” he smiled, “this my dear, is to help relax you in the best way possible, orgasm,” your eyes widened, “what?”

Neteyam laughed, “you out of all people should know,” you immediately stood up, “what do you mean by that?” Neteyam found it's comical that you thought you could intimate him. “You're always so tense,” he stood behind you, messaging your shoulders causing your breath to hitch.

“Don’t you want to feel good,” he couldn't think right, his voice, his touch, everything it was too much, “I guess,” he kissed your neck, “then you’d let me put this in you.” his words made sense you didn't know why.

You wanted to relax, “okay,” his hands traveled down taking your bottom off. His fingers found your entrance a moan coming out as a result, “already so wet for me,” your head flew back, “oh, yes please,” Neteyam smiled he had you just where he wanted you.

He stuck a finger in, stretching you, molding you to be ready for the toy. He found it after trying to get Lo’ak to come home after spending time with Spider. He knew it was wrong to steal, but the thought of you struggling to stand up because of something so small turned him on.

“Once this goes in you,” he said as he pushed it in, you threw your hand over your mouth which was quickly grabbed. His hand proceeded to play with your breast, “slow down Teyem,” his smile deepened, “i’m the only one who can take this out [Y/n].”

He became serious, grabbing your chin, “if I find out this is taken out, it won't be pretty for you.” the toy felt uncomfortable but fun. You squirmed as Neteyam finally let go of you, “say yes sir,” you tried catching your breath, “yes sir.”

You were so stupid. The only thought going through your mind was how could you let him put that thing in you. Every step you took was a reminder of what you let him do to you. Kiri would be so upset, your thoughts got the best of you.

You helped bandage up anyone hurt in the war party, hopefully, enough time to get your thoughts straight. This bit walked in, so insignificant you didn't even know his name. “Hey, [Y/n] help him!” you smiled as you told the boy to sit down.

Throughout the whole interaction, not many words were exchanged. You were so focused that you hadn't even noticed Neteyam lurking. You didn't know he was there till a vibration caused you to gasp, “are you alright,” you nodded, “yeah just got a body chill.”

You finished him off, holding back moans, “maybe you should lie down,” he said walking off, you just nodded as you made eye contact with Neteyam.

You walked over to the boy, “Neteyam stop,” he just smiled, “stop what? I’m not the one touching other boys,” your eyes widen, “that wasn't my choice I had to and why do you even care,” he grabbed your chin quickly, “everything having to do with you is my concern.”

The anger in your body dissolved as he spoke, “you always have something to say hm? I’m going to show you, your nothing but a cock sleeve.”

“That's not true,” you felt him intensify the vibrations, “look at you, fighting back moans, and you're not a cock sleeve,” your knees bucked, falling into Neteyam, “it's better if you admit it now.”

“Never,” you weren't going to betray your friend, your best friend. Neteyam forced you onto your knees, standing in front of you. “Suck,” he showed you his shaft, the head dripping with precum. “Don’t make me ask again.”

You wanted to push his buttons, see how far they’d go but at that moment you listened to him. Your mouth took him, bobbing on contact. Neteyam moaned watching you, “see I told you, nothing but a horny slut.”

You didn't hear his words, as you let your hand surround the rest of the part that didn't fit in your mouth. Vibrations roared inside you, causing you to moan on his dick. “Fuck just like that,” you were gone, like an addict you wanted more of him.

“I’m going to cum and when I do, pretty girl your all mine,” you went faster wanting him to cum, which you exceeded. He let out a loud moan, “fuck,” you wiped your mouth as you looked at yourself. Hair a mess, on the floor, you don't even know how you go to this point.

You shook your head, “why?” you sobbed, “why are you doing this to me?” he just smiled, “because you need me,” you looked at him confused, “you don't know it yet but you want to be dominated you love it.”

You moaned as you felt yourself coming near to orgasm, “you were made to be on your knees,” he watched you on the floor, “everything about you is submissive.”

You moaned louder as you were near, trying to cover your sound as the toy finally came to a stop.

“Your mine, [Y/n],” he got to your level making eye contact, “your body, your soul, everything you were made for me,” he kissed you as his hands slid up and down your arm.

“What about Kiri? Everyone else they’ll say-,” he cut you off, “do you think I care about what they have to say? I want you,” he grabbed your chin, “if I want you, i’ll have you.”

You stood up, wiping your tears, “how do I know you won't hurt me?” Neteyam smiled, “I want to fuck you, make you my horny slut, but I promise you this I’ll never mistreat you.”

He kissed your hand, “you are my most prized possession and you’ll be treated as such,” you smiled feeling giddy hearing him say that, “I’d like that.”

He smiled, “I know, you don't know what I have in store for you, little one,” his hands played with your nipples, “you have no idea.”

***

Hey guys! Sorry this was late I had last-minute plans but I got this done. The week is over so I’ll be going back to my old posting schedule :( but summer coming soon! Hope you all enjoyed it!

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[arcielee]

lost in a haze

Summary: Alastor isn't sure what to make of Lucifer. Paring: Lucifer Morningstar x Alastor Word Count: 2.3k+ Warnings: m/m, masturbation, blowjob, handjob, fingering, spit as lube to start, unprotected bathroom sex, Lucifer is a fucking top let's be fr Author's Note: Banner artwork credit! Thank you my darling @fallingintoyourlilaceyes for reading this over for me 💜 and thank you to Hozier for your EP that always provides me fic titles. This is my first every attempt at a m/m fic. This idea has been rattling in my brain since I watched the show. I hope you enjoy!

Alastor was panting in the steam-filled bathroom. His one hand was pressed flat to the marble that only the King of Hell would surely have tiled from floor to ceiling, while his other pumped the length of his cock, swollen and aching. But it was a fruitless chase to mollify what had settled into the pit of his stomach, nesting behind the stitches that now lined across his abdomen and gnawing at his organs. 

And it all started several days earlier when he first woke up in an unrecognizable room. There had been a knock at the door and Lucifer walked in. He did not have that narrowed expression sneered across, but seemed more bright, more apathetic as he looked Alastor over. 

It was this look that began an unease that started to mull beneath. 

Lucifer was holding a tray and watched as the Imp that trailed behind him placed a pillow across Alastor’s lap. “Your breakfast,” he almost chirped, placing it on top of the pillow to balance. “I wasn’t sure what you would be in the mood for, so I just went with a classic Eggs Benedict with some potatoes and sausage patties.” 

It felt surreal. The warmth seeping into his lap was pleasant, the savory smells of the meal prepared caused his hunger to rumble with a ferocity that throbbed his sutures. Alastor tipped his chin down to see how they ran diagonal from his chest to his hip. “What happened?” 

He could remember his staggered steps back into the broken radio tower, his wheezing to try and regain his breath, and his fumbling attempts for supplies to try and staunch his bleeding. And then nothing, but this was where Lucifer began. He detailed how he followed the trail of blood, how it was slick on the floors. He continued how he found Alastor closer to a second death than life, and ended with the heroic return home so he could tend to him.

Alastor could only stare and a silence settled over as he processed these words. He thought back to the animosity that burned from the devil with their first meet up in the hotel lobby. It now seemed somewhat comical in comparison to the almost sheepish display he was showing now. 

It prickled his nerves, the unease now coursing through his veins. 

“There was some concern at first, since it was an injury from an angelic weapon and all, but you seem to be healing up nicely,” Lucifer added with an almost shy smile. 

There was the low gurgle of his stomach that punctuated his quiet. 

Lucifer blinked. “I’ll, uh, just leave you to eat then.” He shifted and something twisted across his face; he didn’t say anything and just left Alastor alone. 

The unease remained, a slow curdle of emotions that braised beneath and rattled his bones. As the days passed, it pulled at him, aimless but wanting. This persistent bedevilment carried with his steps, flaring hotly with every awkward interaction he shared with Lucifer. 

The devil, however, seemed unaffected. 

Alastor truly began to study him, noticing how Lucifer tailored to his lithe figure that was always complementing his trimmed waist. His proximity was a prickly heat, amplified whenever Lucifer caught him staring. Alastor struggled to digest those moments whenever Lucifer would look him over with the slow draw of his eyes, his lips hinting but never committing to a smile. 

And he would just go, leaving Alastor with his presence that lingered behind, thickening the air around him. 

Now he stood beneath the water for so long it almost felt cool against his heated skin. Alastor let out a wet sigh that echoed off the walls before shutting off the water, pressing his brow to the marble. There was another hefty exhale as the unwelcomed weight settled back into his core. 

He understood that his only escape would be to return back to the hotel, to leave this accursed place and its smirking-fucking-owner. 

Alastor stepped from the shower,trying to ignore the heavy sway between his slender thighs. He dried off before tucking the towel high around his waist, positioning his flushed cock upright and against his stomach. 

There was a knock and water droplets fell as his ears flattened back. 

“Come in,” he said without a second thought to his current indecency. 

It was fucking Lucifer–as he should come to expect by now. He wore his idea of casual wear, dark slacks and a white collared shirt with his sleeves rolled to his elbows. There was a few buttons undone that hinted to his smooth, pale planes of his chest beneath, and his blond hair was tousled back. 

Alastor gripped his towel, twisting his shame away and facing the mirror. His palm reached to wipe away the steam and saw that Lucifer was watching him. 

But if he noticed anything, he gave no indication. Instead he said that breakfast was ready. 

“I’ll be out in a minute.” Alastor could feel his blood, hot and thick, coursing through him and rising to the surface. His eyes narrowed on Lucifer in the fogged reflection. “I am almost done here.” 

The silence they often shared returned thick, mixing in the steamy air that surrounded them. Lucifer frowned, stepping fully into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. 

Alastor’s ears perked, his careful watch of the scrutinous gaze as the devil looked him over. He hoped the remaining pink from his shower masked how his blood was now simmering beneath his skin. 

“I said I’ll be done in a moment,” his tone clipped, his hostility clutched as tight as the towel wrapped around his slender waist like a summoned guard against Lucifer. 

He was unfazed, allowing another pregnant pause before he finally spoke. “Thank you.”

Alastor blinked. “I didn’t say anything–”

“Oh, I know,” he cut through, stepping closer, his scrutinous gaze peering over his shoulder into the mirror, “I was helping you find the actual words that you should be saying.” 

Alastor frowned, his eyes narrowing onto the reflection. “May I remind you that I never asked you to rescue me.” 

“You would not have been able to,” he retorted, his tone hot, “you were barely responsive when I fucking found you.” 

Alastor turned to face him, but whatever rebuttal he had caught in his throat. He realized that Lucifer was close, and he noticed the tensity of how his eyes bore through him. The steam that had yet dissipated enriched the rosiness of his alabaster cheeks and his eyes shone bold. 

It felt as if the bathroom were deflating around him, the walls pressing in. 

“How about whenever you finally do something I consider worthwhile,” Alastor rasped, his pride forcing the words from him, “I will then make sure to say thank you.” 

He was testing to see if the demon that thrummed beneath his tailored fits would surface, would erupt to tear open his healing wound. But instead his signature smirk curled onto his lips and he stepped closer, his hand pressing to feel Alastor. 

His touch bolted the length of Alastor’s spine and he hunched over, choking on a gasp from the abrasive hand. Lucifer moved even closer, relishing the throbbing against his palm through the damp fabric. His brow arched. “Then allow me to do something worthwhile.”  

Alastor felt outside of his body as he watched his towel puddle around his feet. The edge of the countertop was cold and dug into his backside as he fell back to balance the weight of Lucifer’s hands pressing onto his thighs. His tension churning was aboiled as the devil sank to his knees, the unfurled trepidation as Lucifer’s jaw unhinged to swallow him. 

The salacious pace set by Lucifer’s forked tongue tasting him pulled every thought from his mind. He let out a gasp when Lucifer pulled back to lick his palm, wrapping it around the base and stroking in tandem with his mouth. The devil sucked to savor, but with a determination that pulled a low groan from the back of Alastor’s throat; he gasped again from the vibration of Lucifer in response. 

He could not catch his breath, the fellatio pulling him upwards to an unknown peak and bolting past, a teasing teetering on a ledge of pleasure that was coiling tight at the base of his spine. The lewd sounds filled the small space and Alastor was close, so painfully close. 

His cock was throbbing and then it stopped. Alastor opened his eyes, dazed, dilated, a desperate search only to see the smug satisfaction that now played on Lucifer’s face. 

Lucifer pulled himself upright, his lips swollen and glossy from his spit, and his hands moved to Alastor’s narrow waist, lifting him enough to sit on top of the counter. He pushed apart his thighs, spitting on his palm again before his hand returned to a languid pace up and down Alastor’s flushed cock. 

Alastor swore his teeth would crack with his suppressed groan, his head falling back against the mirror with a dull thud. He did not see how Lucifer licked his fingers, but felt his hand drop lower, searching. Alastor shuddered from the tentative touch, the slow circle drawn that sparked a new pleasure that licked up his spine. 

Lucifer was coy. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Fuck you,” but the venom he tried for only stammered from his lips. 

Lucifer hummed with a sly smile and hooded eyes. He moved until he was pressed against Alastor’s bare chest, tilting his head to bite the slope of his neck. “Maybe later,” he murmured against his skin, and Alastor could not stop the strangled mewl when a finger curled within him. “But you first.” 

The pleasure bolted back down his spine, causing his cock to jerk. Lucifer watched him, his eyes darkening and his smile stretching across his sharp jaw. “I figured you would like this,” he purred. “Are you ready to thank me yet?” 

The sound Alastor made was his choking attempt to pull the words from the back of his throat, but he could not think, not with how the blood roared in his ears, not with how his heart was reverberating against his bruised bones. 

Lucifer hummed again. “Not quite?” He grinned, pressing another finger into his puckered hole. 

Alastor moaned louder, writhing from the touch. Lucifer quickened the pace of his hands, and he felt the delicious pressure bursting from the pit of his stomach, bright with colors and pulsing hotly onto his own stomach. 

Alastor felt boneless, almost folding when Lucifer pulled away. He only returned to his body with the sound of the sink, of drawers being rummaged through. He saw the devil’s slacks unbuttoned, the glossy sheen that covered the ridges and veins of his cock, thick and heavy. He knitted his slender waist back between his thighs and Alastor canted his hips, moving closer to the edge. 

“Eager, aren’t we?” Lucifer teased him, his lubed fingers touching, lining himself. 

He stayed quiet, his jaw tightening as he focused on the blunt prod. Even with the foreplay it was still a tight fit, but Lucifer was artful with gentle thrusts that filled him, sinking into him. His skin prickled with a cold sweat, a shuddered rasp pulled once Lucifer sheathed completely within him. 

Lucifer paused once his hips were flushed intimately against the cradle of his hips. He watched a moment before his head tipped up to drag his tongue along the curve of Alastor’s neck, his teeth nipping at his pulse. It was the small sounds that spilled that summoned the demon, a bruising hold on his hips and powerful thrusts that sent hot bolts to the ends of his nerves. 

Alastor felt lifeless. His mouth fell open with muted cries as Lucifer pounded mercilessly into him. 

“Let me hear you,” Lucifer pulled him upright, his claws dragging down his back, marking him. 

Alastor reached and his fingertips bit into his sharp jaw, bringing his lips to touch his own. The kiss was desperate and Lucifer bit him; Alastor groaned from the taste of iron, and again when Lucifer dropped to bite into his chest. 

It stirred something deep, something primal within him. 

“Give me one more,” Lucifer rasped against his mouth. It was not a request and Alastor felt his cock jerk. “Touch yourself.”

There was another bite where his pulse was pushing against his skin and Alastor arched against him, his heart bruising to the surface. Lucifer’s mouth trailed upwards with heated, wet kisses, and Alastor moved his hand between them, pushing him backwards so his hand could wrap around his hardening cock. 

Lucifer smirked, returning to the powerful thrusts that filled, coaxing another thundery groan from Alastor, his hand falling in a rhythm around his cock. It built fast and Alastor swelled, breathless and brimming, the faraway command brought his second release and it stricken his bones, the euphoric coil bursting.

For a second time Alastor could feel the slow return back into his skin, blinking to focus on Lucifer and his salacious grin. The mess made began to spill from him and Alastor burned, pressing his hands to the firm chest peeking beneath the white shirt, pushing until Lucifer slipped from him.  

His heady gaze remained. “Fuck breakfast,” Lucifer said, his fingers moving to unbutton his shirt. “I think I’m going to take a shower.” He seemed roguish, his satisfaction obnoxious. “Care to join me?”

Alastor was still splayed on the counter, life drained and filthy. For a moment he thought to leave, but his movement caused the spend to spill.

So instead he said yes. 

“Yes what?”

The devil returned to his teasing tone, but this time it pulled something prurient from Alastor, something he now knew he would no longer try to control. “Yes,” and a moment passed before he decided to play along, “and thank you.”

It was quiet, but it was enough. Lucifer beamed, peeling away his layers and moving back towards the shower. He paused to look over his shoulder, watching with hooded eyes as Alastor pulled himself to follow.

Alastor stared back at him, a sharp grin spreading across his jaw. “After all, it’s my turn now.”

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor x lucifer #lucifer x alastor #radioapple #appleradio #the radio demon #deerduck #m/m

[underforeversgrace]

wrong paper

DannyMay2023 Day 19: No Backspace Challenge

title: wrong paper

words: 665

Summary: Mr. Lancer gets an assignment from Danny that is not right.

DISCLAIMER: This is no backspace, no spell check, no auto capitalization, and no punctuation shortcuts. I'll probably provide a better copy later on because ya girl can't fucking spell. Or type. Or write. Some of the crossouts are my fuck ups. Some are for flavor. ...to hide all my fuck ups.

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Mr. Lancer streched tiredly, blinking sleep from his eyes as he pulled the next essay towards him. Not for the first time, he considered asking Ishiyama to allow him to o go over basic penmanship in class, how could absolutely none of these children write legibily? At least they were workingon a creative writing course so the papers were varied and interesting for once.

Eve i Or at least… some of them were. Thus far, Dash had written about a football star with superpowers, Paulina about marrying a superhero, Mickey wishing he was a superhero…

living in a town with an actual superhero probably influenced some of these papers, if Lncer had to take a stab in the dark.

The next paper he pulled ou was one with a lot of smurdged and crossed out text, no name a t the ti top. The hanwriting was familiar, at least. Mr. Fenton certainly had a… unique version of chicken scratch.

Lancer frowned at the paper as he began to read it. this… didn’t look like the ‘Write A Story’ assignment he’d assigned.

The sear words indicated as much, vulgar languageLancer had never heard Fenton use.

Man, I am so fuckingover this shit. Mr. Popular Asshat shoved me into a locker FOUR times today. I’m so ecsawus exhaush exhausted. I’ve shoved at least 15 ghosts back into the Zoe at Zone this week. It’s Wednesday. Wednesday!!! Skulker has come for my pelt four times alone. 

Oh I forgot the date - it’s Jan 23 26 2005.

honestly I should be working on my stupid paper for English class for Lancer. But what stoy could story can I possiblytell that isn’t less ridiculous than my actual life? or whatever the phrase is. My life is everal way too wild, more than anything I could imagine up.

Like… I’m a half dead teenager. I’ve been dead for nearly a year and no one’s noticed. I fight for my life everyday. I’m a superhero with a secret iedentity and best freind/sidekicks - though if I eevr called them sidekicks to their faces again I’m getting side-kicked in the face. I’ve even got extra bonus points! My parents want to dissect me, I’m failing school. Hell, I’ve even got an evil alternate timeline version of myself that caused the fucking end of the world.

The TV shows make it look so easy. so do th e comics. I’m so tired. I’m only 14, I’m not supposed to be atri sk atrisk at risk of getting murdered daily. Well, not this high of a risk. I don’t want to live like this. But if I stop fgihting, trying, I’ll be dead within a week.

It isn’t fair. Life isn’t fair and neither is death.

Still, might be a cool story idea.

A teenage slacker who gets electrocuted by his parents invention, dies, and get brought back halfway. Turns into a ghost and saves people while his human life seems to wither and die around him. Is constantly hunted and villified when he just wants to help.

Yeah. My life as Phantom would make a hell of a story, wouldn’t it?

Lancer stared at the paper in confusion. It certainly sounded like a wonderful fictttitious story… but somhow it didn’t seem like fiction. It seemed more like a journl entry.

Lancer turned to his computer, pulling up the local news website. It wasn’t hard to find an article about Phantom, he was in the top three stories.

PHANTOM SAVES 13 FROM OFFICE FIRE

Lancer studde studied the article, blowing up the picture of Phantom’s dace. Of Danny Phantom’s face. He opened up another screen, pulling up the student files (complete with pictures). He pulled up D. Fenton’s file, several alerts coming up about truancy, tardis, tardies, absences, missed assignments n fa and failing grades. Lancer enlarged the human boy’s photo and sat it side by side wth the one of Phantom.

Change the coloration… and these two were identical.

Oh no.

Ohno.

Oh no.

#grace writes #danny phantom #dannymay2023 #Dannymay #Challenge: no backspace #Ya girl tried #She rly did

[asexualsoup]

I would watch this version of Velma in a heartbeat. 

As always, please click the pics for better quality.  ID below the cut. 

Also, honest question: would anyone be interested in me turning the full color page into an art print? 

Page 1: The title at the top of the page reads: “Halloween Aboard the Carte Blanche (probably not canon).” The first panel shows a close-up of Rita knocking on the bathroom door (FX: “knock knock”). Her word bubble reads: Mistah Steel? You been in the bathroom an awful long time.” The second panel shows Rita’s face, revealing that she is dressed as Velma from Scooby Doo, with a wig and square glasses. Her word bubble says: “You’re not havin’ trouble with your costume, are you?” The third panel shows Juno inside the Carte Blanche’s bathroom grimacing as he holds his costume, though it’s unclear yet what his costume is. His first word bubbles say: “Some costume, Rita... You couldn’t let a lady have some dignity?” Rita’s word bubble says: “Mistah Steel.” Juno’s next word bubble says: “Rita, do I really have to-?” The final panel shows Rita in full as she waggles her finger at the bathroom door. Her first word bubble says: “Mistah Steel! We all agreed to the group costume! Includin’ you!” Through the door, Juno’s word bubble says: “Vespa didn’t.” Rita’s next word bubbles say: “Well, you ain’t Miss Vespa, boss. You don’t scare little ol’ Rita at all!” 

[ID: A seven page fanfiction comic of characters from The Penumbra Podcast. The first six are in grayscale, and the seventh is in color. 

Page 2: The first panel shows Rita with her hands on her hips as she shouts through the door. Her word bubbles say: “You pinky swore, boss! And there ain’t no take-backs with a pinky swear!” Juno’s word bubble says: “Ughghhh......fine...” In the next panel, we see Rita from behind as she looks at the door, two small hearts above her head. Her word bubbles say: “Yay! I’ll meet you in the kitchen in two minutes, boss. Thank you, Mistah Steel.” Juno’s word bubble says: “...love you too, Rita.” The next panel shows Rita in the Carte Blanche’s kitchen, eating snacks while she waits (FX: “munch munch munch”). The next panel shows Rita looking up from her snacks as we see Buddy from behind, hand sassily on her hip (FX: “gasp”). Buddy’s word bubbles say: “Rita, darling. Is this something like what you had in mind?” The next four panels are a brief montage of Rita reacting to Buddy’s and Jet’s costumes. Jet is dressed as Fred and Buddy is dressed as Daphne. Sparkles surround the two of them and an excited ramble from Rita fills the backgrounds of their panels. They are difficult to read, but it is clear Rita is very pleased by their outfits. 

Page 3: The first panel shows Rita looking up at Jet. Her first word bubbles say: “But, Mistah Jet, why ain’t you wearin’ your wig? Mistah Ransom made a big deal of lettin’ you borrow it.” Jet’s word bubble says: “That is precisely the issue, Rita. The wig in question was made to fit the thief, and so it does not fit me.” Rita’s next word bubble says: “Oh! Well, that makes sense.” The next panel shows Jet bending down so Rita can help smooth a loose lock of his hair back into his ponytail. Her word bubbles say: “You look real handsome without it anyway. And it’d be a little weird seein’ you as a blond, I guess.” The next panel shows Jet pulling at his ascot. His word bubbles say: “Could the same be said about the ascot? Surely anyone would recognize me as this character without-.” The final panel shows Rita holding up another disapproving finger. Her word bubbles say: “No, Mistah Jet! You gotta wear it! We gotta look just like they do in the streams and-.” 

Page 4: The first panel shows Nureyev, here called Ransom, entering the kitchen as the door slides open (FX: “fwsh”). His word bubble says: “I hope I’m not too late, Rita.” The next panel shows Ransom from head to knee, posing as he shows off his costume. The door closes behind him (FX: “fwwsh”). Ransom is wearing a short wig, a barely buttoned shirt, a corset, and pants with a belt, as well as some jewelry. He is supposed to look like Shaggy from Scooby Doo but is more Ransom's interpretation of Shaggy. Low cut and tight-fitting. His word bubbles say: “It took a little longer than expected, but the look is finished. In the end, I think it turned out quite flattering.” Rita’s word bubble says: “Mistah Ransom!” The next panel shows the back of Rita’s head as Ransom smiles at her. Her first word bubble says: “That’s not what you’re supposed to look like at all!” Ransom’s word bubbles say: “But Rita, dear. The design that you gave me was so simple. I had to take a few liberties to make it wearable.” Rita’s next word bubble says: “Hmmmph. Fine. But no more changes!” The next panel shows Buddy, Jet, and Ransom all standing side by side in the kitchen, surrounded by sparkles. Rita’s word bubbles say: “The gang’s mostly here. And all lookin’ so beautiful! Now we’re just waitin’ for-.” The final panel shows Rita turning around as she hears the door open behind her (FX: “fwwsh”). Her word bubble says: “Mistah Steel?” 

Page 5: The first panel shows Vespa entering the kitchen. She holds up one hand innocently while holding a cup in the other. She is not in costume, and insteads wears a comfy sweater and shorts. Her word bubble says: “Nope. Just me.” The next panel shows her socked feet as she walks across the kitchen. Her word bubble says: “Just here to get some water and then get far, far away from all this.” The next panel shows Vespa leaning over the sink to fill up her cup as Rita stands behind her. Rita’s word bubble says: “Miss Vespa, why didn’t you wanna dress up for Halloween with the rest of us? It’s fun!” Vespa’s word bubble says: “Do I gotta keep explaining myself?” The next panel shows Vespa’s profile as she frowns. Her word bubble says: “I think it’s stupid, and dumb, and a waste of time, and most of all, it’s-.” Buddy’s word bubble says: “I don’t know, darling.” The next panel shows Vespa blushing in the foreground as Buddy stands behind her, crossing her arms and grinning flirtatiously. Buddy’s word bubbles say: “I think I’d very much enjoy seeing you dressed up as a ghost or ghoul or some other ne’er-do-well. It’d be just like that wonderful date we had on Venus when you-.” Vespa’s word bubble says: “I... uh... yeah, well, I....” The next panel shows the kitchen door opening again, revealing a pair of large, plush, cartoony feet on the other side (FX: “fwwwsh”). Vespa’s word bubbles say: “Even if that’s true, Bud, first of all, it’s nobody’s business. And second, I got enough ghosts in my head to bother tryin’ to dress up as one too.” 

Page 6: The first panel shows Vespa walking back toward the kitchen door, blushing and holding her cup of water aloft. In the background, the kitchen door is open, revealing a dark shape in the doorway lost in shadow. It’s Juno in his costume, though no one has noticed him yet. Vespa’s word bubbles say: “I just want to relax, drink my water, and ignore... literally everything about this.” The next panel shows the other five crew members as they realize Juno is there. Each wears a different expression as they react to his costume, though we cannot see him yet. Vespa looks surprised. Jet and Buddy look amused. Rita looks delighted. And Ransom holds his hand to his mouth as if trying to hold back a giggle. Juno’s word bubbles say: “You know, for once, I’m gonna agree with Vespa. You made the right choice on this one.” The final panel takes up more than half the page and only shows Juno and Vespa. Juno is dressed as Scooby Doo, complete with a collar and Scooby’s grinning head on top of his. Vespa holds her cup to her mouth as she tries to hold back a laugh (FX: “snort”). Juno is rolling his eyes in embarrassment. His word bubble says: “Please don’t laugh.” Vespa’s first word bubble says: “What’s there to laugh about?” This is cut off by another snort (FX: “snort”). Vespa’s final word bubble says: “You look great, Steel.” 

Page 7: This is the final page of the comic and the only one in full color. It shows all six members of the Aurinko Crime Family as if they are posing for a picture in their Halloween costumes. Starting from the top left of the page is Jet Siquliak. He stands tall with his hands behind his back, and he smiles in the direction of where the camera might be. Dressed as Fred, he wears a white shirt with a large blue collar, an orange ascot, and blue bellbottom pants. To the right of Jet is Buddy, who grins at Vespa beside her. Her long red hair is partially tamed by a headband. She is dressed as Daphne, with a knee-length purple dress, a green scarf, and light pink tights. Beside her is Vespa, who has been convinced to dress as a ghost after all. Her costume is grayish blue in color and is in spooky tatters. She holds up the hood of her costume, matching Buddy’s smile and blushing. In front of Jet and Buddy is Rita, who also looks at the camera. She holds up two fingers and grins broadly, her eyes sparkling behind her square frames. Dressed as Velma, she wears a short brown wig, an orange sweater and matching socks, and a red pencil skirt. On the floor in front of the four of them are Ransom and Juno. Ransom is to the left, laying horizontally so the camera can catch his whole body. He poses, propped up on one arm and with his long legs crossed. He is sort of dressed as Shaggy, with an unbuttoned green shirt, a brown corset, and brown pants, though of course he has included jewelry and high heels as well. He grins flirtatiously at Juno, who sits with his legs over one of Ransom’s and blushes at Ransom’s affections. He is dressed as Scooby Doo, so his hands and feet are cartoonish paws and Scooby’s head sits on top of his own, as if Juno’s face was in Scooby’s mouth. He sits slightly hunched, his knees up near his chest and his paws in his lap. His tail extends to the right. 

End ID] 

#i don't want to admit how long it took me to make this #also are mashups just my thing now? because that's all i've been doing #tpp #the penumbra podcast #penumbra podcast #junoverse #juno steel #peter nureyev #peter ransom #jupeter #buddy aurinko #vespa ilkay #vesbud #rita tpp #rita redacted #tpp rita #jet siquliak #aurinko crime family #carte blanche #tpp fanart #tpp comic #scooby doo #ladyshakesqueer

[sorencd]

TWO OF US

pairing: neil perry x f!reader

summary: it's both your first time baking cupcakes, how hard could it be?

word count: 1.7k

a/n: i had fun with this one ehrhhr I JUST LOVR NEILD SO MUCHWRHRHRHDH

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the sounds of pages flipping in the room could be heard. you were lazily draped on top of neil, your stomach resting on his legs as you laid down horizontally and he was sat up right vertically. putting you two in a cross-like position. it was a rather boring day, the only thing keeping you occupied was your latest issue of 'little archie' while neil was busying himself with a book he took from your shelf. 

you placed your comic book down to your right as rested your cheek on the bed, taking a good look at neil. he could sense your eyes on him while he was reading so he took his attention off the book to check if you indeed were staring at him. neil smiled as you made eye contact.

"is there something on your mind?" he probed, reaching over to you on poke your side. effectively making you shriek and flinch away. 

you whined at him and rolled over, now facing the ceiling. "neil, i'm bored." you complained as you racked your brain for things to do with your boyfriend. you already went to the park, the library, the beach, his dorm, the children's playground, the theatres, the record shop, restaurants, everywhere. you two have already gone to every place under the sun for a date. 

"what do you want to do?" he asked, gently placing his hand on your stomach to draw light circles on it.

you turned your head to the left to stare at your bookcase this time, inspecting the titles of each book that was on display. as you were about to reach the last bottom shelf, you noticed a title that caught your eye. 'baking for beginners', it was the cookbook that your mom gave you a few years ago. she was trying to get you into baking but you refused─ saying that it was boring and you were pretty sure you'd just burn anything you put into the oven. but now that you're with neil, maybe things would be different.

you lifted yourself up onto the bed and focused your attention on him once more, who was staring at you the whole time with a grin on his face and watched you do your thing as you went deep into thought.

"what's on your mind, sweetheart?" 

"let's bake cupcakes." you stated with a bounce in your tone and a smile on your face. "some sweet delicious, scrumptious, tasty vanilla cupcakes!"

neil raised his eyebrows as he looked at you with a questioning expression, "you know how to bake?"

"no… but i do have a cook book right here! it can't be that hard to follow instructions." you confidently exclaimed as you got out of bed to grab the cook book.

neil scooted onto the foot of the bed to get closer to you as he watched you kneel down to grab the book, he propped his chin on his hand that was being supported by his knee. "that sounds pretty similar to what you said when we went hiking."

"yeah, and we turned out fine!"

"we got lost." he smirked and crossed his arms. "it took us two hours to get through the forrest." in your defense, the map looked the same even when you turned it upside down and you couldn't tell the difference. it wasn't until neil noticed that the compass which was written on the corner of the map didn't look right, and only then were you two able to find the right path.

"that's not important! we do not speak of such irrelevant matters!besides, we got to the end of the trail at the end of the day!" you tutted and reasoned, ignoring the fact that you two could've gone lost forever. at least you had each other though.

he laughed heartily and set the book he had in his hands onto your bedside table to stand up from your bed, "alright, let's bake some cupcakes."

on your way to the kitchen, you passed the living room where your dad was watching television while your mom ironed his work clothes for the next day, eyeing the two of you.

"mr. and mrs. (y/l/n)." neil politely greeted as he tried bowing while you were hurriedly pulling on his arm. 

"where are you two off to?" your father asked sternly, but still had a loving tone to his voice. you were used to his way of talking to you. he might sound harsh, but he really just deeply cares for you.

"we're going to bake cupcakes!" you shouted back, quickly disappearing into their line of sight. you heard your mom chuckle and respond, "please take care of her, neil!" which you rolled your eyes to.

after you both entered the kitchen, you pulled out two aprons from the cabinets and handed one to neil. while helping you put yours on, you were looking at the ingredients needed for the cupcakes. you had all of them, of course. since your mother was big on cooking and cutlery.

"so it says here to.. preheat the oven to 375°f. how do you heat up an oven?" you diverted your attention from your cook book to stare at your boyfriend with a sheepish look. maybe this wasn't easy as you thought.

he chuckled at your question, walking to where the oven was and maneuvered the knob that was on the control panel. "you turn it on like this to heat it up." he demonstrated.

"i knew that."

"of course. just wanted to make sure that you still do." he gently smiled, giving into your delusions. you snickered and you both got to work with him greasing the muffin cups and you sifting the cake flour and baking powder together. when he finished greasing, he went to your side to help you out.

neil started cracking the eggs into the bowl so he could add the butter, milk, and vanilla together as instructed in the recipe but not without telling a horrendous egg pun when he tilted his head to where you stood. you had a focused expression on your face which he thought was cute, but, he noticed that it also had an excessive amount of cake flour. he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion─ how could you sift flour that messily? he watched as you roughly shook the sifter side to side, resulting in the cake flour going almost everywhere.

you raised your head as you heard neil's laughing, who was standing next to you.

"what's wrong?" you paused, setting down the sifter.

your boyfriend continued laughing, the air continued to be filled by intimacy and amour. "there's a bit of something on you." he exclaimed as he reached over to wipe it off, "the flour is supposed to go into the bowl, love." 

while neil was dusting your cheeks though, you felt a slimy texture spread across your jaw.

"is your hand wet?" you quipped, moving your face away to gently grab his wrist. it had traces of egg white on it, and most of it was on you.

you hurriedly grabbed a paper towel to remove the egg whites with a laugh, "EW EW EW!" you shoutted, trying to get the substance off of your cheeks. and instead of helping you, he laughed even louder.

"are you trying to make cake on my face instead?!"

"i didn't know i had eggs on my hands!"

"you did that on purpose! under the guise that you were doing something sweet for me... i trusted you, the love of my life..." you over dramatically exclaimed and turned your head to the side, putting on the facade that you were hurt.

he waved his hands defensively, desperately trying to clear his name and that he truly only wanted to clean your face up. maybe. "no! i would never do something as vile and cruel as smearing egg whites onto your beautiful face! believe me, my fair one!" he said while suppressing down the smile that was so close to getting out, trying to maintin his serious act while raising his still-egg-white tainted hand in the air.

you two shared a laugh, neil quickly washing his hands to help you clean your face since you were still trying to wipe away the gooey substance. and to your surprise while he was washing you up, he put your face into his hands and cupped each of your cheeks, giving them a gentle squeeze. before you could ask him what he was doing, he leaned in to kiss you. in return, when he pulled away, you took a hold of his face as well. with your hands still dusted of cake flour and kissed him again, you had a cheeky look on your face after what you accomplished. 

“now you’re messy as well.”

"that's alright, i could be messy for an entire decade and i wouldn't mind. as long as i get to be messy with you."

you lightly shoved him, scrunching your nose as you laughed at his remark. you felt like there were butterflies in your stomach, you wanted to kick your feet in the air and gush about all this to your friends. neil was the only one who could make you feel that way. "you're so lame, like really lame. that was so lame of you. i like it though."

"i love you too." his lips curled into a broad grin and continued to help you clear each other off. as soon as he was done, neil put the bowl with the dry and wet ingredients side by side and faced you. 

“so what’s next master chef?”

“it says here to mix these two together then put them in the muffin cups.”

“okay, should be easy enough.”

he lifted the bowl with the wet ingredients and slowly poured it into the other bowl, you saw that the wet ingredients weren’t going down quicker as you expected. 

“is it supposed to be… that super thick?” you worryingly asked, fearing that you two did something wrong. how could you mess up baking cupcakes?

“no.. i don’t think so. maybe you should add more milk.” he proposed, setting down the bowl and handing you the carton of milk. he grabbed the wooden spoon as you added the milk into bowl and stirred, also adding the dry ingredients in.

“i think i added too much milk.” you admitted, the mixture was now too runny. it was supposed to be just the right amount of thick.

“try adding more flour.”

you followed neil’s suggested and lifted the cake flour box, it was lighter than you expected. there wasn’t much flour left, since almost half of its contents went to your face. but it’ll have to do. 

“now its too thick again.” you deadpanned as you shook your head, “i’ll just add a bit more milk..”

when neil finished stirring, you poured the finished batter onto the muffin cups and he placed the tray of soon-to-be cupcakes into the oven before setting the timer. you both sighed in relief and felt fulfilled, since you two saved the cupcake batter you almost screwed up.

 neil decided to play around with your small dog that entered the kitchen a few minutes earlier when he heard the commotion, and you made a little snack out of the excess batter. obviously, you took pictures as he did. the two most adorable boys you loved in the world together, a sight to behold.

when you heard the timer ring, you took a pair of mittens from the drawer and gave them to neil, letting him take the cupcakes out. the sweet fresh aroma the cupcakes gave off filled the kitchen air, the scent of vanilla making you salivate just from its fragrance.

“these look delicious!” neil cheered with a puppy grin on his lips, happily setting down the tray onto the counter top to let it cool.

“ah shoot! we forgot to make the frosting!”

“it’s alright my love, we can just enjoy it as it is.” 

the two of you munched down on the cupcakes as soon as they cooled, even offering some to your parents. it wasn’t too bad for your first time, they weren’t perfect either. but it’s something you and neil made together, and that alone makes you happy.

“we should do this again.” he suggested, finishing off the last crumb of his cupcake that he was eating. 

“definitely. let's bake a cake.”

© sorencd . 2023 ─ do not copy, repost, translate or claim any of my works as your own.

#dead poets society #dead poets society x reader #neil perry #neil perry x reader

[cecilxa]

dress up, darling!

summary: hallowe’en is a festive time of the year, so why not participate? (what the different genshin guys would dress up for hallowe’en + scenarios)

pairings: cyno, thoma, venti, tighnari, ayato and zhongli

contents: established relationships in all scenarios, fluff, humour, slightly angsty in zhongli's part, gn!reader

cw: general alcohol consumption + drunken-ness in venti's part, talks about death + grief + loss in zhongli's part, mentions of kidnapping in ayato's

a/n: somthing very different to what i would normally do! had a lot of fun envisioning the outifts they would have on :) oh yeah, before i forget, has nothing to do with the manga/ anime if you're wondering with the title

wc: 3.6k

cyno— lupus aureus  ✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

Seeing the (usually) stoic General Mahamatra pouting with a faint blush on his cheeks is a rare sight. So rare, in fact, that you just had to snap a quick picture. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) the Kamera you were using was quite loud, alerting Cyno of your deeds. He sighs- albeit fondly- and his blush intensifies even further. There’s really no way of putting it lightly, but getting to see Cyno dressed up in a werewolf costume is extremely amusing. 

His usual headdress is now topped off with some thick grey (fake) wolf fur, which cascades down his face, covering some of his white hair. Accompanying his new ears, Cyno now dons a very large, very comical pair of claws, made out of the same kind of fur. The nails on his claws are exaggeratingly sharp, which reminds you of a poorly trimmed bear, rather than a ferocious man-wolf. Cyno, still being Cyno, insisted that he keep his polearm with him, so now your already adorable werewolf is carrying his polearm with him, which he denies is hard to carry around with the claws on his hands (the concentration on his face tells another story). 

You ask him why he even needs it when you’re just going trick or treating around Aaru Village, and he replies as seriously as ever, blush disappearing.

“You never know where danger lurks. I need to protect you, to make sure you don’t get hurt.” 

Well, you weren’t going to deny any type of reasoning from your ever-loving partner, were you? Especially ones that had your heart racing at speeds so fast, even he probably wouldn’t even be able to reach it. You smile at him, eyes twinkling, and laugh. 

“There’s no point in protecting me if there’s nothing to protect me from! Let’s head out into the dangers of young children searching for candy, my sweet yet brooding werewolf!” 

Cyno grumbles at the subtle mockery of your last words, yet can’t deny the soft thumping of his heart whenever you call him yours. Maybe this foolish costume is alright, if the silly fur and claws brightens up your night just a little bit.

thoma— rubeum scutum ✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

“Boo!” 

A pair of hands cover your eyes, as your assailant pulls you closer towards them. 

“Guess who it is?” 

If the cheery voice didn’t give it away, then the attempted kiss on your cheek definitely did. However, you didn’t want to end the game early, so instead of guessing correctly, you decided to have a little bit of fun. It is the season of tricks, after all. 

“Hmm… the mysterious and handsome Ayato? Ooh- oh the elegant and poised Ayaka!” 

The hands turn you around, and your assailant throws off the white cotton sheet. Replacing the costume’s two black eyes and black smile, is a very handsome Thoma, who is currently very much pouting at the very wrong answers you had given. 

“Babe…” 

You can’t help but melt inside at your boyfriend’s antics, who’s acting very cute and almost impossible to resist. You pat his cheek and smile.

“Aw, I knew it was you, Thoma. I was just messing with you.” 

Now knowing that you thought to have upset him, his previous pout turns into a devious smirk as you continue to smile at him obliviously. When you finally catch on, it’s too late. He’s already starting to tickle your sides, grinning at your laughter (or pain, however you want to put it). Your breaths come out in short pants, trying to pry the blonde off of your body. This effort comes to no avail, though, as he then begins to sprinkle in some kisses along with his tickles. One on your forehead, one on your cheek, one on your neck, one on your shoulder, he laughs along with you. Dotted in very carefully, almost like a dance, there’s one place his lips never come into contact with. 

The moment tears begin coming out of your eyes, Thoma’s hands immediately recede, as he leaves you to rest on the ground alongside his body. Even though his hands may have stopped tickling you, his touches never leave, as he continues to pepper your face with a multitude of butterfly kisses, gentle as the breeze from his homeland. His eyes soften, as he lets himself indulge in your presence. Thoma likes admiring you, and thinks that he’s the luckiest person in Teyvat to have ended up with someone so angelic.

When you finally calm down and regain your breath, his arms have left you, and what now stands in front of you is a ghost, unusually shaped, and not at all what the Inazuman tales describe them as. You narrow your eyes playfully and ask the mysterious creature an important question. 

“Who are you, again?”

The ghost doesn’t respond, but instead pulls you up, under its blanket. Thoma’s eyes sparkle under the sheet of white, sunlight peeking in through the cotton. He leans forward ever so closely, your lips nearly touching, breaths intermingling, as he finally gives you an answer. A ghost can be just as playful, with a heart that beats to the sound of a lover’s laugh.

venti— carmen dei ✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

A clown. Venti is a clown, both literally and figuratively. His hair has been dyed, or, more possibly, stained, bright red, and the same thing has happened to his lips. His complexion is also much paler than his usual skin tone, and he’s moving so irrationally you think he’s got invisible clown shoes on. What’s most prominent about the whole look is the unmistakeable stench of pure alcohol wafting off of his body. It comes off in waves, sometimes subtle, sometimes harsh and intense. Obviously, his ‘quick trip’ to the Angel’s Share took a turn, and now he’s black out drunk. 

One of his arms is lifted onto your shoulder, as the rest of his body slumps down to the ground. You’re trying to hold up his weight, while he’s doing whatever the motion of hobbling and then randomly stopping at inopportune times to throw up is. Adding to your struggle, guess what? Venti’s an affectionate drunk. In this case, too affectionate for his own good. While you’re trying your very hardest to get him home, he’s trying his very hardest to accost you. Sloppy kisses all over the left side of your face, his arms wrapping around you so tightly, it’s as if he’s turned into a sloth. 

“Venti… please get off of me. I can’t take you home with you clinging onto my neck.” 

Hoping that he’d hear the tiredness in your voice, you say this with as much deadpan as you can muster. But of course he doesn’t, and he instead holds you even closer, almost shouting at this point. 

“But I love you so much~ How can I accept your request when all I want to do is cuddle you forever!~” 

This is promptly followed by a series of hics and burps, which ultimately cancel out the- usually- romantic phrases. 

When you finally get home, way after you hear the clock strike one, you place (more like dump) him on your sofa, and rush over to the sink to get him a glass of water. He- thank the archons- drinks it without fuss, and you start heading up to go to the bedroom to get a couple of blankets, when a pair of arms pull you down onto the sofa. The pillows are soft, and it being so early in the morning, exhaustion doesn’t take long to root in your brain, making you sleepy. 

How warm Venti feels doesn’t help your situation, either. He doesn’t lay off on his affections, gazing at you as if you had created all of the stars in the sky. Grinning happily, he smooches you on both of your cheeks, making a very loud sound as he does so. Cheerily laughing out loud, in his drunken stupor, he doesn’t hesitate to proclaim the endless well of love he has for you, and even offers to sing you a song. 

“Baby, you’re so cute! I want to eat you up like those drinks at the Angel’s Share!~” 

You’re too tired to even comment on how you can’t eat drinks, and how his lyrics are much less poetic than usual. You just want to lay in his arms and sleep for an eternity. Patting his cheeks and mumbling a few small praises about his improvised ballad, you promptly succumb to your exhaustion, and fall asleep. Venti, however, perks up at your praise, and his grin turns up impossibly wider at the positive remarks. 

“Aw, baby, I love you too!” 

He hasn’t even noticed you had fallen asleep, but when he gets a lack of response, he sobers up a little (he still has to take care of you), and shuffles a little bit to get you more comfortable. You mustn’t wake up feeling uncomfortable, that would never do!

Grin softening, all he does is stroke your hair gently for a few minutes, basking in your presence. Trying not to disturb your sleep, he allows himself only a few words before heading off for dreamland himself. 

“I may look and act like a clown, but at least I’m yours.”

tighnari— vulpes zerda ✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

Tighnari stares at you with a straight face. It’s leaning towards a glare, but you know he would never actually be mad at you… right? To be fair, dressing up in his old uniform might not have been your brightest idea, but it certainly was one of the funniest. To see your beloved donning the regulated green pattern, a symbol of the Amurta Darshan, brightened up your day significantly. 

It’s not a surprise that Tighnari fees disdain for certain members of the Akademiya, and by wearing the very same clothing they were wearing, it served as an act of rebellion and distrust. At least, that’s what he’s trying to convince himself of, your smirk not helping matters at all. In fact, you just wanted to see him as what he looked like when he was younger, still a scholar of the Akademiya. It’s very jarring, his usual garments strewn all over your shared bed, instead, replaced by a very simple robe of green, gold and white. 

For all his complaining, you can’t help but notice the twitch of his ears when you remark at how cute he looks in this piece of clothing, and how you wished you had met him when he was younger. Tighnari’s eyebrows furrow, and he takes a breath, starting to lecture you on how there would be no possible way you would’ve met, because there would be no possible way you would’ve been smart enough to get in. 

A gasp of betrayal leaves you, as his eyes sparkle in mirth, tail swishing in amusement. His hand lays on your forehead, almost as if to cradle it, but then he flicks you (although not too harshly) instead. 

“You lummox, I’m joking.”

 A pause. “Well, that’s good because-”

“I’d have no time for you.” 

At these words, you shoot him a harsh glare, tongue poking out of your mouth as the corners of his mouth slowly start to turn up. 

You’re about to start on your retorts when Collei’s voice interrupts your would-be (loving) argument. 

“Master! The kids are already here and they’re getting impatient!” 

Tighnari replies to her, while gently rubbing the spot where he had previously flicked your forehead. 

“Alright, Collei, tell them I’ll be there in a few moments. Remember to take your medicine later.” 

You hear footsteps receding, which you can assume is Collei leaving for the main area of Gandharva Ville. 

After a few seconds, you feel an arm curl around your shoulder, gently pressing you against Tighnari’s body, contrasting the teasing nature of his earlier actions. You reach up to interlock a hand with his, and he smiles, relishing in this domestic feeling. 

“Well then, if you’re so smart, help me with these candies.” 

You gladly respond, and grab a handmade basket filled to the brim with all sorts of sweet treats and goodies, destined to give any parent a headache from all the cavities their children would subsequently get. Tighnari carries another one with his spare hand, heading outside with you next to him, arm still cradled around your shoulder, and hands still interlocked as tightly as ever. Blinded by love, he’s even forgotten about his Akademiya uniform.

ayato— cypressus custos ✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

You can’t help but slightly drool at the sight of Ayato in a vampire costume. Never in a million years would you have thought red, black and gold would’ve suited him this well. You can’t even call it a costume at this point, fitting him so well, and the quality of the fabric so high, that if you hadn’t known him, anybody would’ve thought that this was an outfit meant for a prestigious event, for only the richest of the rich. 

A blood red waistcoat adorned with (probably real) gold buttons had been fitted to his exact measurements, and you could clearly see the outline of his waist. Contrasting the extravagant waistcoat, a simple white shirt was layered underneath, and attached to his neck was a billowing black cape. He also wore plain black trousers (fitted, of course), and luxury shoes that you were sure he wasn’t supposed to be wearing on a walk through the woods. Scratch that, anything he was wearing probably wasn’t meant to be worn on a walk through the woods, for fear that they would stain or tear. 

The very last thing- that Ayato insisted on himself- was two sharp fangs attached to his top canines. It made the whole thing ‘more immersive’. To be fair, walking through Chinju Forest at night, with the blue flowers illuminating your path, and the moonlight streaming through the tree’s canopy would’ve been extremely romantic, if only for the fear that Ayato was actually going to bite you. ‘Immersive’ indeed. 

Earlier that day, he had been getting very excited on dressing up as a vampire, and even offered to give you a mark on your neck to make you seem like his victim, which you profusely declined with a red flush all across your face, as you were in public, right in front of all of his retainers. 

He had seemed a little disappointed at your refusal, and for the whole walk to Chinju Forest, you could feel his stare on your neck. It’s a little disconcerting, considering his wily nature, and you can’t help but think that he’s got something up his sleeve to finally achieve his goal. However, you reason to yourself, that him trying to trick you into letting him mark your neck was not the point of this date, and instead enjoying each others company was. With this newfound logic, you were determined to have some time alone and relax, being one of the only days off that he would get in a long time. 

Lost in your thoughts, a hand comes up to interlock with yours, and you feel it being lifted up to a set of plush lips. A deceivingly charming smile makes its way onto Ayato’s face, and he chuckles, eyes sparkling. 

“My love, don’t fret. I’m not planning on harming you in any way. That would be the last thing on my mind, after all.” 

You narrow your eyes at his words, used to his tricks, but acknowledge that he would never do anything to actively hurt you. Quite the opposite actually; you still hadn’t heard a single word of those people who had tried to kidnap you last year after Ayato had ‘dealt with them’. Shelving your suspicions to the back of your mind, you allow yourself to smile back at him, looking forward to the night ahead. 

After around an hour of ambling and admiring the peaceful scenery, your legs are getting a little tired, and you’re feeling a little chilly. The wind nips at your bare arms, and you struggle to contain the shivers that come along with the cold. Still holding hands, Ayato can feel you getting slightly shakier, and he sighs fondly. 

“Love, I did tell you to bring a spare jacket, just in case you got cold. I don’t care about whether it matches with your outfit or not; you’re still as captivating as the day I met you.” 

He proceeds to unclasp his cape from his dress shirt, and attaches it to you instead. It softly billows in the wind, but the plush fabric covers you enough so that you don’t get too cold from the cool breeze. This leaves Ayato in his waistcoat, and shirt, frilly cuffs out for all to see. Seeking some other kind of warmth, his arms encircle your waist, as his head rests on your shoulder. The long walk has tired him out as well- even though he may not want to admit it- evidenced by his droopy eyes. 

To further prove this, he nestles his face into your neck, his hair slightly tickling your shoulders. You can feel a sleepy smile emerging on his face, as he subtly kisses your neck. It’s soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the enthusiasm of his past attempts, lips barely brushing your skin. 

Multiple kisses later, Ayato’s still not given up on peppering your neck with his lips, and it doesn’t seem like he will in a long time. He mumbles sweet nothings between kisses, which leave you melting on the inside. With his dopey smile, and his gentle eyes, this is a whole new side of him you rarely get to see. It’s a pleasant feeling, however, and you’re not complaining. You’ll let the suave and sneaky vampire get his way today. He’s not out for blood, but for a love as sweet as candy.

zhongli— lapis dei ✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

It’s no secret that Zhongli boasts a wide variety of random trivia and knowledge, ranging from herbal teas to precious gems. What is a secret- to most people- is that he also possesses the ability to transform into a dragon on command. Well, more like the ability to hide his true dragon form, and appear as a day-to-day human. 

On special occasions, however, the Geo Archon likes to humour you, and let some of his human attributes fade away, leaving him with his draconic ones instead. Hallowe’en is one of those occasions wherein most people (not knowing about his secret identity) would’ve marvelled at how realistic his ‘costume’ was. 

A thin, scaly, brown tail that twitched every time you kissed him on the cheek; two golden horns made out of the same substance as his tail, and subtle yellow Geo tattoos adorning his arms and chest. He could’ve gone further, but with how many children were constantly pulling on his tail as they walked by somewhat annoyed him. 

He’s distracted from the children by you laughing at the expression on his face, amused by the clear frown of his eyebrows and slight downturn of his lips. You would even haphazard a guess as to say that the Geo Archon, Morax, was pouting. He’s never usually been this expressive, more often sticking to a perfectly neutral smile. Perhaps letting loose of his façade helped him with expressing his emotions more freely. 

The fires in his eyes simmer down as soon as he looks at your figure, as he contentedly smiles, past encounters of the children disappearing from his memories as fast as an avalanche, replaced by thoughts of you. It’s already been a few years since you’d started dating- or courting as he likes to put it- but Zhongli feels like he’s still stuck in the honeymoon stage. Every laugh, every twinkle in your eye, every butterfly that you give him never fails to help him fall even further. 

For someone who’s lived for over 2000 years, Zhongli wants nothing but to spend even more time with you, which is both a blessing and a curse. You’re a mortal; he’s a god; death is inevitable. Seasons change, and the tides turn; yet he stays as still as a rock, unmoving and everlasting. Grief is not unfamiliar to him; how many people has he seen be slain and destroyed? It’s too many to count. 

Too many become the norm for Zhongli, but he can’t deny the strain of his heart when he thinks about your timely demise. He can’t deny the fact that he’ll miss you; that he’ll never get to feel your body against his, never getting to see your oh-so-lovely smile, and that he’ll never get to say I love you ever again. Because you’ll be gone, but Zhongli will remain, immovable as a mountain of sturdy rock. 

For someone who’s lived for as long as he has, he knows that the sadness will subdue; that the initial grief will pass over as he carries on with his duties. But he also knows that it may never go away. The longing that he will feel; the sorrow that will inevitably fill him up; the pain- when it comes to you- will never truly dissipate. It’s as much of a part of Zhongli as his own, wandering mind. 

But when these thoughts take over, he’s reminded of you, again. You, who starts them, and you, who ends them. It’s taken a long time to reach this conclusion, but it’s not been for naught. Because as inevitable and final as death is, Zhongli still has the present to give to you. Time may not be on his side, but he can try to fill your life with as few regrets as possible, and as much happiness as there can be, because what else is the goal of a dedicated and immortal lover to live by their everything until their deathbed? 

So when he has to tolerate some children tugging on his scaly tail on a dreary Hallowe’en day, if to see that smile on your face, he thinks that it’s worth it. There’s no time like the present, as the youngsters say, and Zhongli can’t help but think that they were right all along.

a/n: if you’ve come all the way to the end, tysm for reading :DD i really hoped you enjoyed! this was very different compared to what i’d usually write, different layouts too, i might continue doing multi character for big events, we’ll just have to see :)) likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 🧡🧡

#get ready for the tag dump #cyno x reader #cyno x you #cyno fluff #thoma x reader #thoma x you #thoma fluff #venti x reader #venti x you #venti fluff #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #tighnari fluff #ayato x reader #ayato x you #ayato fluff #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #zhongli fluff #zhongli angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin x you #hallowe'en special #my ayato favouritism is shining through rn #repeat this with me #soft ayato soft ayato

[tymime]

Public Domain cartoon characters from Golden Age comic books

Mickey Mouse, Winnie the Pooh, and Oswald the Lucky Rabbit going (mostly) into the public domain is a pretty big deal. In the next ten years a lot of animation from the 1930s will wind up in the hands of all artists who want to use them. But did you know there's a huge amount of cartoon characters from the 1940s that are totally free to use? It isn't just cartoons that starred on the silver screen that have fallen out of copyright. (Of course, I'm using the word "cartoon" somewhat loosely...)

See, when US copyright law was revised in 1976 and went into effect in 1978, works created before 1964 were required to have their copyright renewed before the end of 1980, or else they would become public domain. Hundreds if not thousands of Hollywood movies and other types of media had been made by studios and publishing companies that went bankrupt and were completely dissolved decades prior to this new law. This included the cartoons made by studios such as Bray, Van Beuren, and many others- but it also included comic books.

If you weren't a big comic book company like DC or Marvel, chances are you shuttered your doors sometime in the 1950s or early 1960s. And during the 1940s, with the rise in popularity of Looney Tunes, Woody Woodpecker, Tom and Jerry, and Droopy, comic book publishers were printing tons and tons of comic books starring wacky, slapstick-oriented animal characters. Most of these titles went out of copyright, and there are lots of fun and interesting characters to be found in them.

One of the most historically notable is Supermouse. When the first Mighty Mouse cartoon premiered, he was called Supermouse, but what they didn't know was that Pines comics had already taken the name, and successfully sued for copyright infringement even though they were both parodies of Superman.

One of the most interesting titles I've come across is Funny Films. The conceit of the series is that these are actually cartoons you can watch in a movie theater, except it's a comic book. A bit confusing, I know.

The end result is a series of fourth wall breaks so absolutely thorough in their scope that the fourth wall really doesn't exist anymore, barring actually jumping out of the page (or your computer screen) and blowing up your living room. They talk to the audience, jump out of the screen, and even show up late for the cartoon to start. This is of course the bookends to a whole bunch of slapstick gags and goofy dialogue.

Another interesting series, especially if you're a fan of Archie, is Hi-Jinx. They basically took the premise of teeny-boppers in high school and made them into funny animals. Most of the stories have something to do with swing music and dancing.

And although they're crudely drawn, one of the more unique character concepts is Pussy Katnip, found in various titles scattered across the mid-1940s, usually buried amongst a bunch of more normal stories with ordinary human characters. Pussy Katnip looks like one of your classic film noir glamorous beauties, except she's an anthropomorphic cat. Think Minerva Mink but feline. She may appear to be a femme fatale at first, but she's actually a crimefighter. To do this she chugs a mysterious beverage that gives her enhanced strength and intelligence. She's sort of a mystery-solving superhero.

Her appearances are random and kind of hard to find. Here are the titles of the ones currently circulating online: All Your Comics (1944 issue) All Top Comics (one-shot) All Good Comics Everybody’s Comics (1944 issue) Green Mask v1 #11 Ribtickler v1 #1 All Great Comics (1945 issue) Book of All-Comics Green Mask v2 #2 Rocket Kelly #2 Zoot Comics #1

Often these comics, especially in the early '40s, remind me of the artwork of underground comics of the '70s- not quite rubberhose, not quite Looney Tunes. The kind of thing you might find on a punkabilly album cover.

And ocassionally you'll come across characters with a suspiciously familiar name:

One thing to watch out for is the occasional Donald Duck knock-off, some more obvious than others.

Now you may be asking: Where can I read these comics? Simple: https://digitalcomicmuseum.com/ Just be sure you have the right software to read them. I use cooViewer. Another incredibly useful resource is www.comics.org.

So if you're like me and you're too impatient to wait for Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck to fall out of copyright, and you want to do something more unusual and unexpected, there are dozens and dozens of comic books with silly, wacky characters that can be utilized in your own original stories, cartoons, and what have you- and you can monetize them too!

#mickey mouse #steamboat willie #winnie the pooh #oswald the lucky rabbit #disney #foxy fagan #supermouse #super mouse #mighty mouse #puss and boots #blunderbunny #whoo-doodit #pussy katnip #cosmo cat #buster bunny #witch hazel #donald duck #deadeye duck #looney tunes #cartoons #toon #animation #comic books #comics #golden age #fox #wolf #bear #rooster #chicken

[ashironie]

spoilers for tmagp ep 12. im making this on tuesday then relistening and adding more thursday.

i’ll be doing 2 in front of every thought i had on my second listen

Alex doing the title card? maybe a norris case? mayhaps?

2 Is getting of in relation to the bonzo lap dance turned dismemberment?

oh god.. first ep without a transcript… what the actual fuck are they saying

2 Oh thank god i have the transcript… sam actually got some rizz

celia and sam in the off room? i assume that’s why it’s so FUCKING ECHOY

2 Panting? man this guy is out of shape

2 awwww i kinda heard this part my first listen through </3. Alice unrequitedly loves Sam and Sam unrequitedly love Celia who unrequitedly loves Lena who unrequitedly loves Gwen who unrequitedly loves Alice (i don’t ship half these but it is funny to joke about imo)

2 SAM IS SUCH A CHARMER I NO LONGER WANT HIM TO DIE FIRST (sorry colin, looks like your up, and so is your time)

awwww, celam fans are gonna eat good with this one

my headphones are also broke so i can’t hear jack

ALICE YAY!!!!

2 something about alice makes tmagp 10x more understandable

aw but you love him for it :7

SHE IS JEALOUS!!!

he is so not over the institute, sam and alice are alike like that, he’s not over tmi she’s not over him

awwww alice stop being such a pessimist! like please do say it, i want sam to get out of this bullshit alive as much as you but like… yk

2 OH MY GOD “im sure celia would just love that” SALT IN THE WOUND SAM SALT IN THE WOUND!!! SHES IN LOVE WITH YOU YOU IDIOT DONT TALK ABOUT YOUR CRUSH IN FRONT OF HER!!!!

NORRIS!!! I WAS RIGHT!

norris sounds so robotic, i think i even heard him skip a bit. it’s either jonny is too much of a theater kid, or this is actually important to the lore. norris being less human, sounding less emotive, maybe a bit sad? hm? maybe a bit lonely?

2 the skip is on the words “Policy Number: 548651-656” and on “2024” or more specifically the numbers, which isn’t important in don’t think, but really does remind me of tts

fraud?? ooooooOooooOOOOooooo

ha “acting in good faith”

2 love the way Alex says dickheads, it’s so specific and so pointed

hey i know what a stag is!! i watch a british bitch give one to a 70yo! (its a bachelor(ette) party, im pretty sure)

a lunch box? OH MY GOD BONZO! IS IT BONZO OH MY GOD BONZO?

2 don’t you DARE insult my dear dear comic sans

YES BONZO!!! MR BONZOS ON HIS WAY HE WANTS TO STAY HE WANT TO PLAY!!!

wait why does lena want him murdered?

YES IT WONT TURN OFF!!!

wait cheer?

ew, i hate bonzo

ew…

HUG IT WHY ARE YOU HUGGING IT?

ohhhhh it looks not bad

JOEYS BOOTS????

OH MY GOD IS THAT WHO LENA WANTS DEAD?

OR THAT GUY WHOS STAG IT IS

2 “Just then the googly eyes turned to me,” im sorry but that will never not be funny. i am both disgusted by bonzo and think everything he does is hilarious.

oh god

ewwwwww

WHY ARE THEY LAUGHING? oh they didn’t know

wow dude i feel like that’s overkill bonbon

dut do

why is this SO visiral?

2 ugghhh i love the voice acting

His teeth are not soft

alex saying “bonzo…? bonzo bonzo?” is absolutely hilarious (although i don’t think it can top jonny’s “baaaaa”)

“none of us were left whole” WOW DUDE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKIN HAND?

AW SHIT

YEAH SUE EM! SUE EM TO HELL!

GWEN!

HAHA ALICE YES

AHHHH DYHARD MOMENT DYHARD MOMENT!!!

ALICE WAS SERIOUS!!!!

ALICE IS TRYING TO COMFORT GWEN AWWWWWWWW!!!

SERIOUS TALK!

THAT LITTLE GWEN LAUGH!!!!!

I WAS SO SCARED WE WOULDNT SEE GWEN

awww gwen getting her hopes up that alice isn’t fucking with her, so cute

YES!

#tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers

[gamebunny-advance]

Doodle Dump: NSR Edition

It's been a while since I've posted a doodle dump. I guess I finally grew a sense of shame and wanted to stop posting all this bad unfinished art.

But, turns out it went away again, so here they are. I'll make another dump full of OC and misc in a bit. Thoughts and notes under the cut as per usual.

1: "Peanuts". For some reason I titled the file "peanuts" but I don't know why. They don't look like any Peanuts characters I know. This was a style test for a comic I wanted to draw, but never finished. But I MIGHT finish it someday, so I haven't included it in the doodle dump.

2: "Lovefool". Something I doodled around Valentine's day, I think. Pretty sure this can go without explanation.

3: "Young Kliff Diagram". Some ideas I had for young!Kliff. Hopefully my handwriting is legible, 'cus I'm in no mood to re-write all that right now.

4-5: "Yinu & 1010 Age Swap". Self-explanatory. I don't love either of these. I think the rose pattern pants on Yinu is kinda childish still, but I don't know where else to put the pattern~ Little 1010 is kinda cute, but he's not great.

6: Hello Kitty DJSS. After the "3 Apples Tall" doodle I did a while back, I started to like the idea that DJSS is just an unabashed fan of Hello Kitty (I think there's a specific word for that, but I don't remember what it is). Tbh, if NSR (the company) did have an actual Sanrio collab, I think Eve would probably get Hello Kitty since she's their top charter, but I also think DJSS would beg to take Hello Kitty as his collab partner.

7: "GG & MM" A doodle I did around the time of the "Gigi is a spy" discussion.

#gbunny draws #NSR #i really don't want to main tag this #but i will tag the characters for sorting purposes #kliff #mayday #tatiana #yinu #1010 #white 1010 #dj subatomic supernova #gigi #mystery man

[it-happened-one-fic]

Pretend this Love Isn't Real - Azul

Author Notes: Fair warning this one is longer than my other fics at 2129 words. I wrote this to the KIRA remix of the ChiruChiru cover by Rachie. I also got the title from one of the lyrics from that song. It was actually quite a bit of fun to write since Azul seems like the sort who be kind of frustrated and frenzied when in love. Reader is gender-neutral and the prefect.

Type: Fluff/romantic/pining

Word count: 2129

Azul templed his hands as he listened to Jade report his findings with an annoyingly amused smile on his face, “The prefect remains a mystery. There is no trace of them anywhere. In fact they do not seem to exist when one just looks at records. They have no social security number, hospital visits, memberships, or even  any email accounts. All told, they have no digital footprint or records.The only information to be gained is that which they share themselves.”

Azul nodded, at this point he wasn’t even surprised. He’d had Jade looking into the prefect since they’d first become an object of interest. First surviving and defeating the Riddle overblot and then Leona’s. They were definitely something special. That had only become more obvious when they’d beaten his contract and handled his overblot too.

From there his curiosity had spiraled, especially when they’d shown an interest in his past. If they were going to dig for his secrets he could do the same. It had seemed like a fair trade. 

Thus far it had been anything but fair though. While they could get information on him there was nothing on them. The only things he knew were, as Jade had said, what they had told him.

“Why don’t you just try to befriend Shrimpy and find out about them that way?” Floyd’s bored-sounding voice interrupted his thoughts and shined a light on the situation. Azul looked at Floyd with wide-eyes. 

How had he not thought of that? People were always more open with those they deemed close and the prefect was open to friendship anyway. They’d made that obvious when they’d asked about how he was doing post-overblot. “That’s… That’s actually a good idea Floyd.” 

Floyd only rolled his eyes in response and Jade chuckled as if that solution had been obvious. Ignoring their amused but blessedly silent mocking, he stood. 

Snatching his hat and coat from the hooks in the office, Azul glanced towards them, “I’ll be back shortly. Jade. Floyd. You two take care of the lounge till I get back.” 

They both nodded, differing smiles on their identical faces as they chorused their matching answer, “Yes sir.”

It didn’t take him long to get to Ramshackle. It wasn’t that far from the school, but then it was far enough that Azul couldn’t imagine walking the distance every day was pleasant. That said, walking the same distance for lunch at a Monstro Lounge offshoot would have been acceptable had his business venture worked out.

Azul rolled his shoulders as he stepped up on the porch that had seen better days and calmly knocked on the door. The answer was prompt as the door swung open to reveal the infamous prefect peeking out at him, Grim winding his way through their legs to look as well. 

Azul found he was struck, once again, by how average they were. There was nothing particularly outstanding about them. They were attractive enough, but nothing stunning. Their grades were as good as one could expect for magicless person attending a magic school, but certainly not top scores. They were friendly but not overly so and though they had a decent number of friends the number wasn’t unusual. Yet despite their overwhelming mundaneness they were always found at the center of anything of interest that happened at NRC. 

Unaware of his less than glamorous review, their eyes widened in a comical fashion as they opened the door a bit wider, “Azul?” 

Azul feigned a warm smile at them, “Hello prefect. I was wondering if you could help with something.” 

Their eyes narrowed almost immediately at his words and they started to shut the door, “No.”

Azul caught the door with a single hand, his other palm pressing to his chest, “You wound me prefect. I only come bearing the offer of a job.” 

They did not look impressed with his make-believe hurt but he didn’t let that stop him, “I heard you were in need of excess funds for your continued refurbishing of Ramshackle dorm. If you would be willing to help out at Monsto Lounge I will pay you handsomely.”

Their eyebrows arched and, ignoring Grim’s comments about how shady Azul was, they released their pressure on the door, “And what do you get out of my working for you?”

Azul released the door, no longer concerned about it slamming in his face, “I remember how quickly you and Jack cleared out that crowd at Monstro Lounge when you first visited my establishment. Having someone of such skill working for me would doubtless ease the press of serving all of our many, many customers.”

They frowned but glanced back at the house, most likely looking at something Jade and Floyd hadn’t worked on during those three days of repairs. When they looked back  at him their unimpressed defiance was slipping, “I can’t work often, Crowley keeps me pretty busy.”

Azul immediately nodded, a picture of compassionate understanding, “Of course, I can work out a schedule that takes your prior appointments into account.” 

He watched as they shifted, knowing he already had them hooked. Their uncertain expression gave everything away, “That could work… But Crowley doesn’t really tell me when I’ll be busy with his…” They waved their hand in the air for slight emphasis, “Jobs.” 

Well, he had them baited, hooking apparently was going to take longer. Unconcerned, he rested his hands on his walking stick in a relaxed manner, “That won’t be a problem, you can just be a part-time employee. Someone we call when things get to be too much for our usual workers.”

In an unexpected turn, they narrowed their eyes at him, “That sounds nice, but you're going awfully far to hire me.” 

Well, they weren’t a person of interest for nothing. When dealing with Ramshackle’s prefect there were bound to be surprises. Azul had never been one to back down from a challenge though, and he certainly wasn’t going to start now.

So he sighed, shaking his head slightly, “Things are just that difficult for us prefect.” He met their gaze in a pleading manner, “The usual crowd is bad enough but the lunch rush is pure chaos.”

They sighed, a sound of long suffering, but nodded, “Alright. I’ll do it. When will I need to show up?” 

Azul had to bite back a smug smile, instead settling for a polite one that better fit the image he currently needed, “How can I ever thank you? We’ll call when your assistance is needed.”

Azul’s return to the Lounge was marked by Jade and Floyd looking towards him with curious gazes that he replied to with only a smug smile and a nod of his head.

 He had gotten the prefect. Now it was just a matter of patience. It wouldn’t be long before he cracked their code and learned exactly what made them such a force of nature despite their mundane personality.

It was about a week before he called them though. True to his word he waited till there was an influx of customers. When he finally told them their assistance would be needed, he allowed himself a smug smile. After all, everything was going perfectly according to plan. He would likely know what made them special by the end of the night.

Or at least that’s what he thought. 

They worked all evening, putting out exemplary effort that would impress even the Great Seven. They left no opening for him to step in and assist. In fact they merely met him with a smile at the end of the evening.

“I must say… I’m impressed Prefect.” 

They shook their head, smiling all the while, “Call me Y/n. Prefect sounds too… lofty.” Well, not a total loss if they were requesting he use their name. Azul allowed himself a smile as he handed them their check. Perhaps this venture would pay off then.

He waited only a short while before he called them in again. This time he fully intended to have a nice chat with them since there weren’t quite as many customers.

Instead, they worked closely with Jade that evening but his vice-housewarden didn’t learn anything of interest. Or at least that’s what he said. Azul knew they’d had conversations. The only question was why was Jade not telling him what they’d said?

Had they somehow won his loyalty? It seemed unlikely and the thought of them two becoming close was rather annoying for some reason.

So he called them in again. This time they worked with Floyd who only reported they quite liked his cooking. Nothing truly important there, everyone liked Floyd’s cooking. That’s why he was the preferred chef. 

It was strange though. Azul couldn’t help but find himself questioning if they would like his cooking.

So he called them in for a fourth time and asked them to help him in his office. He wasn’t going to let them slip away with one of the twins this time. Especially since those two refused to tell him their findings for frustratingly vague reasons.

 “If you could, sort those in the order of importance so I could go through them more quickly.” They nodded, a surprised look flashing across their face. But then they probably weren’t expecting him to request they help with a job that was so seemingly important.

Despite their initial surprise they met him with a follow-up question “Do you want the least important first or…?” 

He was rather delighted, a good worker who ensured they did their job correctly. His smile wasn’t fake this time when he answered, “Most important first please.” 

They nodded and dutifully started their work, scanning each sheet carefully before stacking them accordingly. And he watched them as he worked, carefully observing how they went about their duties. 

Nothing really stood out about how they completed their task. But something about having them in his office with him was pleasant despite the fact there was no conversation occuring.

“Do you need something?” They looked up from their work, casually meeting his gaze and startling him. 

He faltered only briefly though, hurriedly coming up with a response to their nonchalant question, “I… No. I was just thinking that you're quite the hard-worker.”

They tilted their head, a common gesture from them, “Is it that odd? That is why you hired me after all.” 

Azul nodded, his ability to spin webs of half-truths as flawless as ever. Especially since he couldn’t deny their work was impressive, “That is true. But I suppose I’m just impressed. Few people can keep up with Jade and Floyd.”

It was strange that they were so relaxed with him even though it was just the two of them. Few people were. Yet another mystery to add to the mass of the curiosities that made up the Prefect.

“They aren’t so bad. Once you get to know them they can be kind of nice at times.” Azul’s eyebrows rose at their words. So they didn’t mind Jade and Floyd. Perhaps his suspicions were correct and they were becoming close to the twins. 

He fought against the urge to frown at the thought. There was nothing truly wrong with them getting along with coworkers. 

“Well, yes. I tend to surround myself with loyal people,” He almost missed their amused grin.

“Is that so?” He frowned immediately, confused by their playfully lilted question. Confused enough that he only responded with a slow nod which only seemed to amuse them further.

“Is that you asked me to work with you specifically?” As soon they spoke he understood. He’d inadvertently implied that since he’d been calling them in frequently they too were loyal.

Azul floundered at that amused, too-observant glance that they cast his way, “I… Well, you seemed like the best choice for the job.” They hummed in response, opting to go back to their job and the conversation fell flat.

Though it had been brief, their exchange trailed innumerable questions behind it. Why were they so comfortable with both him and the twins? Why were they working so hard at a job that didn’t really do anything for them? Why were they here? Why did they occupy his mind so often? Why did he enjoy them being here? The list went on and on.

Azul shook his head and decided to follow their lead and go back to working. Such questions treaded too close to a dangerous area of his thoughts that he didn’t want to approach yet.

Best to pretend there was nothing lurking beneath the still surface of his thoughts regarding the mysterious but fascinating prefect of Ramshackle dorm. Best to ignore the thrill he felt at the thought of being close to them. Best to pretend that this love wasn’t real.

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