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[perseephoneee]

christmas tree farm (elijah mikaelson x f!reader)

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 2 of ficmas!

prompt: you like drawing one of the workers at the local Christmas tree farm

a/n: this took so long and i'm so sorry but also this is my dream. like, yes, let me find elijah at a Christmas tree farm. i love him your honor.

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There’s never a great reason to go to a Christmas tree farm every day, yet you did it without reason.

Well, one reason.

The Mikaelson Tree Farm was only four blocks from your apartment, and initially you went to help your friend, Bonnie, pick out a tree. It was the day after Thanksgiving, but she was excited since it was her first time getting a tree alone. She convinced you with a promised cup of hot cocoa, and you found yourself at the expansive farm. What made it better than others was that an arborist owned it, so they understood the novelty of trees better than anyone.

You had brought your sketchbook along as well. As the quarter was close to ending, you were working hard on your animation final. Not that you were an art major by any means, but you liked to draw as a hobby, and when an opportunity arose to take an art class, you did so happily. Now, though, you had to do a short animation for your final, which meant lots and lots of panels. 

“Do you think this one is too dense?” Bonnie asked, taking careful steps around a Douglas Fir. You peered at it, continuing to shade out its leaves in your journal. 

“Depends on how many ornaments you want to shove in there,” you mumbled, adding a few people to the background of your illustration. 

“I’ve got a good amount that I inherited from Grams,” Bonnie sighed. 

“Then you might want some more space.”

“You’re probably right,” Bonnie looked around, hands on her hips and breath fogging before her. “Plus, this would shed a lot.”

“You’d probably want a Nordmann then,” a smooth voice said from behind you. Both you and Bonnie turned to the source of the voice, and you felt yourself freeze up as you took in the handsome man behind you. He wore a red flannel with a cargo jacket, and you wondered how he wasn’t cold. “Sorry for bothering you. My family owns the farm; I couldn’t help but overhear.”

“So, you know things about trees,” you said, holding your notebook close to your chest. 

“Yes…I know about trees,” he smiled.

“Like the Lorax,” you blurted out, feeling your eyes widen. You could almost hear the look of disappointment on Bonnie’s face. The man chuckled, though, albeit with little confusion. 

“I’m Elijah,” he said, shaking Bonnie’s hand and yours. 

“Nordmann, why would I want that?” Bonnie inquired, pivoting to your previous conversation. 

“Nordmanns don’t shed,” Elijah explained. “They have a blue tone underneath their leaves and are also pretty.”

“Very nice,” Bonnie nudged you, and you sent her a look of approval. “Show me a Nordmann.”

Bonnie ended up choosing a six-foot-tall Nordmann that she affectionately named “Norman the Nordmann.” Elijah and one of his brothers cut the tree down for her and carried it back to her car. Frankly, the level of attraction you felt watching a man carrying a tree over his shoulder was embarrassing, but you didn’t care. You just said thank you in a meek voice and left with Bonnie to decorate her tree. Still, you couldn’t get Elijah out of your mind. 

Plus, as you spent time working on your animation final, you realized that one of your characters started to look more and more like Elijah. 

Which is how you kept ending up at the Christmas tree farm. 

You couldn’t just show up and sit around waiting to see Elijah walk by. That would be incredibly humiliating for you. So, instead, after your third time going to the farm and lurking in the trees like a creeper, you decided to buy a wreath. The farm had a tiny little hut selling wreaths, ornaments, hot cocoa, and more. They even had a photo album full of pictures of their customers from over the years. One of the sisters always sat in the hut, reading a new book each day, and finally pointed out that you always came in but never bought anything, which is how you ended up with a beautiful wreath you hung up in your apartment. Feeling guilty, you came back the next day and bought another wreath. You always bought a wreath and free hot cocoa after you finished sketching the farm (and Elijah). You realized at some point you should probably buy a tree and move on from your infatuation, but that would involve confronting your wiles, which would simply be unacceptable. 

Today was week three, thirteen wreaths later. You curled up in the corner of the farm with your journal, burrowing into your scarf to fight off the chill. You already had several panels drawn of the day in and day out of the farm, but now you were debating tearing yourself away and drawing Freya (your hot cocoa provider and sister who reads inside the wreath hut) through the acts of reading. Something blocked your light though, as you were drawing, and you looked up to see Elijah hovering over you. Your eyes widened. 

“You have come in every day, you realize that?” he asked, hands in his pockets and a slight smirk on his lips. You likely looked like a deer in the headlights. 

“I like trees,” you answered, immediately looking down at your hands as your brain screamed WHAT ARE YOU DOING? 

“Like the Lorax?” Elijah smirked, and you felt your jaw drop as he recalled your first day. 

“I can go,” you said, starting to get up, but Elijah put a hand on your shoulder, stopping you. The heat from his hand spread throughout your arm like fire to a forest. 

“You don’t have to leave,” he dropped his hand, fiddling with the cuffs of his flannel. “I just noticed that you have never gotten a tree.”

“I haven’t.”

“Do you want one?” He gestured towards the plethora of Christmas trees around you, and you started feeling like a mouse cornered by a cat. A very attractive cat. 

“I could…get a tree,” you crossed your arms, hugging yourself. Putting your journal back in your bag, you gave Elijah your name and followed him deeper into the tree line. He showed you several different variants, explaining their pros and cons, but you stopped at a four-foot Noble that was more sparse on one side and slightly crooked. “I like him.”

Elijah looked at the tree you were pointing at and raised an eyebrow as if to ask seriously? You had a small smile as you circled your crooked, kind of terrible, tree. It was imperfect, and it’s why you liked it. Elijah sighed but agreed to give you the tree. He cut it down himself (it was small enough), and you checked out with Freya, who laughed at you finally buying a tree. 

“Where’s your car?” Elijah asked, tree propped up against him. 

“Oh, uh, I don’t have one,” you stammered. You realize you can’t get a tree home without a car. “I walked.”

“You walked,” Elijah said plainly. You were thinking that he probably thought you were an idiot. 

“I live four blocks away.”

“Alright… let's go,” Elijah sighed, hoisting the tree over his shoulder. 

“Uh, excuse me?” You held out your hands to stop him. 

“To take your tree home.”

“I can take my own tree home, thank you very much.” Elijah stared at you with a blank expression. He would’ve made an excellent diplomat if he wasn’t busy cutting down trees. You stared right back, trying your best to assert dominance. His eyes stared into yours deeply, and finally you relented. “Fine, you can take my tree home,” you mumbled, feeling frustrated as a smile broke across his face. 

“Lead the way,” he gestured. You stalk a guy for weeks, and now he’s coming to your apartment with a tree you didn’t intend to buy. You thought that Bonnie would’ve gotten a kick out of this. He follows you out of the lot and onto the street, keeping quiet as he carries the tree with no complaints. You wonder how much he could bench press if he lifted the tree like it was nothing. You got to your building, a little four-story brick apartment, and let him in. Immediately, his eyes were drawn to the plethora of wreaths lining the doors in the hall. “Are these all…?”

“Yes,” you answered quickly. “I’m the building manager, so I gave everyone a wreath.” Elijah still looked surprised but didn’t say anything else as he followed you to your apartment door tucked into the corner of the first floor. You wiggled your lock before slamming your shoulder into the door to open it. “It gets stuck sometimes,” you explained, opening the door further for Elijah to enter. 

With Elijah peering around your place, you suddenly felt very self-conscious. It was a small place. The layout was straightforward. Your front door opened into your small kitchen, with the bathroom to the right. Your living room was just a couch, a TV you got from your aunt, and a coffee table. You didn’t have a dining room, just a tiny breakfast nook you haggled off Facebook Marketplace. Your bedroom was off the living room, just a bed and a desk. The thing that sold you on the apartment, though was the beautiful circular window behind the couch and the fact you got cheap rent in a city as long as you acted as building manager. 

“Where would you like to put your tree?” Elijah inquired. 

“I guess over here is fine,” you walked over to the space between the wall and your couch, currently inhabited by your basket of yarn that you use for knit projects. 

“Do you have a tree stand?” He put the tree down against the wall. You kept your mouth shut as you watched realization flash across his face. “You bought a tree without a tree stand?”

“I didn’t intend to buy a tree,” you defend yourself. Elijah lets out a small sigh of exasperation, fidgeting with the tree so it can lean on its own. 

“I’ll be right back,” Elijah exits before you can say anything. You glare at the tree, internally blaming it for your current predicament. Keeping busy, you started a pot of coffee in your kitchen while you hunted around for something to decorate the tree with. You came back with a basket of crochet stars and some twine. Maybe you could make a garland and then harass Bonnie for some twinkle lights. You know she had them; she covered her entire place in them like it was Tinkerbell’s house. As you were stringing stars onto your twine, you heard a knock on your door before Elijah entered, box in hand. “Alright, I got you a tree stand, and Freya sent me with ornaments.”

“She’s a good egg,” you smiled, helping him with the box as he started fitting the tree into the stand. 

“That she is,” he laughed, sending you a grin that made your stomach perform cartwheels. You laid out the ornaments Freya sent on your counter, smiling at the cute little animals. She even sent along a glitter-covered mushroom. Your coffee machine dinged, and you moved to pour yourself a cup. 

“Do you want coffee? I got vanilla syrup,” you offered, holding up a reindeer mug. 

“That would be lovely, thank you,” Elijah smiled. You made him a small latte, as you enjoyed any chance to perfect your latte art. You went to a Korean cafe once and watched them craft a bear, and since then have forced yourself to learn how to do the same. You added a little heart, and handed the latte to Elijah who looked at it fondly. “You’re very creative.” He looked at the star garland you had discarded from earlier. “Did you make this?”

“Yeah…it’s the only decor I have,” you shrugged, taking a sip of your coffee and enjoying the warmth seeping into your bones. Elijah picked up the garland and started wrapping it around the tree, making sure each branch was evenly spaced and that the stars were visible. 

“Do all customers get you decorating their tree?” you asked, the corner of your mouth lifting up in a smile. 

“Just the ones I like,” Elijah responded, his back still towards you. You felt your cheeks flush at his comment. He was likely just flattering you. He stepped away from the tree when he was done, and your eyes lit up as you took in his careful work. 

“Well, thank you,” you coughed, putting your coffee down on the counter and shuffling on your feet. You expected Elijah to make a move to leave, but he stayed there, staring at you with thoughtful eyes. He really had very kind eyes, the type you felt at ease under. 

“Can I ask you a question?” Elijah’s brows furrowed, his fingers dancing over the buttons of his cuffs as he looked at you inquisitively. You nodded to let him continue. “Why did you come to the farm everyday?”

“Honestly?” you laughed, glancing away. “I liked to draw you.”

“Draw me?”

“Yeah…it’s silly, isn’t it?” you rubbed the back of your neck, your arms wrapping around to curl more into yourself. 

“May I see?”

“See what?”

“The drawings,” Elijah dared a step closer to you. He smelled like the trees he cultivated, rich and earthy. You felt that if someone were to be personified as a rainy forest, he would be that person. You walked over to your bag, nervously pulling out your sketchbook and handing it to him. His fingers brushed yours, but you quickly pulled away. You hated people looking at your work, so you kept yourself busy by cleaning up the kitchen. You could hear the flipping of the pages, and with each turn the coil in your stomach grew tighter. You were so nervous, you felt like you could break at any moment. What if he hated the drawings? You could never recover. When you heard the thud of the book closing, you dared turning towards Elijah and felt your heart clench as you met his gaze. 

“My brother would hate you,” Elijah said, putting your sketchbook carefully on the kitchen counter. “You’re a much better artist than him.”

“Oh,” you responded, some pressure alleviating in your chest. 

“You captured me very kindly,” Elijah smiled, stepping around the kitchen island to get closer to you. You instinctively took a step back. 

“I see you very kindly,” you whispered, your voice soft on his ears. “It was for a class animation, I…hope I didn’t offend you.”

“You couldn’t offend me,” Elijah reassured. “You make me feel appreciated.”

“Are you not?” 

“A family as large as mine,” Elijah sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s easy to lose sight of things.”

“Well, I see you…if that matters,” you said. Your heart was running a race with how fast it was beating. Elijah grabbed your hand, his thumb running over your knuckles like you were a precious artifact. 

“Y/N,” Elijah started, biting his lip in thought. “I’m glad that you kept coming back.” You noticed that his fingers were calloused and rough, likely from all the work of the farm. “I would like to take you out, if that’s alright.”

“Yes,” you answered quickly, earning a smile from the man in front of you. “I would like that a lot.” Elijah tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before glancing back at your sketchbook. 

“May I see the animation, when its done?”

“Of course.”

“Can I give you something?” Elijah questioned, turning back to look at you. You nodded slowly, unsure of what he was thinking. Elijah leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. His hands came up to cup your head, his fingers brushing through the strands of your hair. He was gentle, but firm, and you found yourself tugging him closer by the front of his shirt. Kissing him felt like first snowfall, or when you learned you had a day off from school. He pulled away, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth and the top of your head. 

“That was a good gift,” you whispered, enjoying the deep chuckle that emanated from Elijah. “Does this mean I can stop buying Christmas wreaths?” That earned an even bigger laugh. 

“You really are an enigma,” Elijah smiled, kissing you again on your lips. 

Oh yes, you guess there is a very good reason to go to a Christmas Tree Farm every day

#ficmas 2023 #12 days of ficmas #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson imagines #the vampire diaries #tvd #tvdu #the originals #my writing

[shadebloopnik]

Always find it so funny when I see people fighting over ships

You ship Angel with Alastor? Don't indulge in that, but niceee the sass is immaculate. Charlastor? Not my cup of tea, but cuteee. Adamsapple? Ooooh i can see the drama. Velvette with Vaggie or Charlie? Interestinggg. Lucifer with Angel? Sounds adorable! Poly with a bunch of mismatched characters? Wonder what the dynamics would be!

The only times i ever really draw the line is when its incest or some other, like Valentino with any of the main cast(except Nifty's knife-). And even then, i usually just make a very disgusted face to my phone and then scroll past, not even bothering to give it time of day.

But usually? Slide me up some smooth art, cool scenarios, good writing, or even just a funny dynamic, and im sold

#hazbin hotel ship #hazbin ships #being a multishipper has its perks lmao #infinitely chiller #hazbin hotel #yes i didnt mention radioapple bc its my heart and soul so it doesnt need the added points #shipping #ships #fandom

[archonghoul]

Omfg, every time I see you art on my dash I get happy, your line art is just CLEAN AF. I hope that I too one day can achieve this level of ✨️smoothness✨️ on my art.

Seriously though, of course not everyone likes the same ships/sans oc's/etc in the utmv fandom and when that's the case you just ignore whatever you don't necessarily like, but whatever YOU upload, even if the character or ship in question is something I'm indifferent about or dont care for at all, I can't just SCROLL PAST, no no no I have to stop and ✨️admire✨️ your art because of how beautiful it is.

Please continue doing what you're doing, don't forget to take breaks and have a good day/night.

Flodia this is SO INCREDIBLY SWEET of you to say, thank you! 😭😭😭💖 I’m really happy you like my work enough to even appreciate characters/ships you might not care for as much, that’s very flattering! ✨

(Though if there ever is a character/ship that bothers you too much, I do my best to tag things properly, so pls block any tags as needed and stay safe! 🎃✨)

I hope you have a lovely day/night as well! :DD

#flodia #ask

[lizaluvsthis]

I got a question again- (sorry if I bother ya-) do you hyperfixation about other thing beside smg4? Like what else do you like beside smg4

Thats fine I don't bother, thats also the reason why my askbox is always available <33

I AM still in the Spongebob Fandom and also Lego Monkie Kid. But besides any other fandoms? Nah-

If anyone here is wondering I'd be in TADC or Murder Drones. The simple answer I have on that is, no. I'm not in the fandoms but I do like watching the videos/animations.

In the fandom SpongeBob SquarePants, @flaray25 "@/Gaming_MusicOn" - WATTPAD

I used to have a big hyperfixation about a certain ship (SquidBob) that I TOTALLY didn't make a presentation about their dynamic/relationship with each other.

Made a BUNCH of arts/comics/fanfics of the two gay creatures... in what reason? FOR GIVING ME IDEAS FROM THEIR DYNAMIC AS THE OPTIMISSTIC/PESSIMISTIC SUN/MOON. I CRY AND BLEED FOR IT.

Ahem- in any other reasons, this ship changed my life FOREVER. As in like EVER AT ALL. I made like 20+ comics in traditional with 200 pages with my ugly ass artstyle. And in Digital with 23 separate comics and maybe about 80+ pages? Im not quite sure.

I published 20 stories (OLD FICS) that were about the ship and 2 stories (18 if separate) as two different ships

It was fun staying. I loved staying there until it got a bit toxic from my space in a personal issue.

But I'm good now ^^ just don't draw alot of it nowadays.

I'm also in the fandom called "The Lego Monkie Kid"

- TIKTOK ACCOUNT - @ray-is-they "@/Ray_is_They" Princex of SpicyNoodles

I'm pretty sure if people stayed here you guys know about a certain yellow lemon character of someone. DerpLee.

They motivated me to go watch the season. And so I did. I binge watched the WHOLE SEASONS.

It was great! It was very catchy and nonetheless the animations are pretty impressive! So smooth and perfect! I joined in right after there was a shipping dynamic of Enemies to Lovers. (AKA MK and RedSon = SpicyNoodlesShipping)

I've had SO- MANY... content creations from the ship of SpicyNoodles BACK WHEN TIKTOK was the mostly place I hang around. I got a bit influenced ever since I hear audios that give out their vibes and thats where I started a lil bit of animation even tho it was a bit lazy-

I had 2 published works of the ship from wattpad because... IT'S BEAUTIFUL TO CREATE IT?

I hundred percent sure that I hyperfixated about their whole relationship with eachother. Yes.

I kind of well abandoned the channel now so uhh yeaaaaaaa???????? (I made it to 4k followers but didnt made a special animatic about it I'm so lovely.)

But I still do observe and keep notified on what would be the upcoming season 5 will be... I'll stay on TUNED for that once it releases...

And so you have these two :33 cough. But now that I have this account now, I am no longer active much working with two so I RARELY post there anymore. (I'd have to apologize for the people I promised making an animatic for... aaaaaa-)

And yes. I do notice my followers are also a fan of lmk I see it. (I LOVE MEI-)

#lizaluv #squidbob #spicynoodleshipping

[crownedinmarigolds]

12, 19, and 17 for Noa and Xandy if not already answered?

*Gasp!* Thank you for asking ahhH! 12. What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

17. Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

19. What is your favorite fact about your OC?

Noa: 12. I would say the most difficult part about creating art for Noa is having to really restrain myself! Noa is incredibly repressed and has SUPER staunch beliefs and a code she really sticks to, so I feel weird if I just do certain things with her with wild abandon even if I really really want to. Like if I want to fun crack!ship her with anyone, then I overthink like "well she wouldn't do that," or etc... making her probably the most socially "inept" out of all of my OCs! Like, Nono is not a meme'r. 17. I'm usually very flexible with character stuff, I don't keep things I feel are actively detrimental to the stories I want to tell with them! If they have something going on with them, I put it there purposefully and with good reason. I will say I regretted certain things at her initial conception when I was playing her on a live VTM server. I had made her a Instagram starlet with a cute big butt. I had just added the butt thing as a dumb little "hee hee I got a bubble butt" but a LOT of people really ran with it? It made me actively uncomfortable how people took the "has a big butt" thing and made her to be a very very sexual character. It was this attitude towards Noa that actually had me hard reverse her into being sexually repulsed and also being small and flat as a board. Of course... people still sexualized her even with these traits as well in our next server we played her on. It could just be the way I type making people feel nice, but it's still very annoying to try and play a serious game or write out a serious conversation and people just won't stop writing about how their drooling over her body. So I regret making Noa curvaceous in the beginning of her play, but I'm VERY happy with Noa as she is now. I use the sexualization from these people to fuel a very important part of her motivations! 19. I love lots of stuff about Nono, but I think I love her having a good father despite being a Giovanni? Now her father wasn't good to her brother of course, but so many people go nuts with the more unsavory parts of the Giovanni lore in VTM, so I just feel satisfied with Noa having a good relationship with her Dad while he's alive.

Xandy: 12. Xandy is a bit difficult to write for because I have very specific situations in mind that involve her that are hard to make interesting in a written format? If that makes sense. She's very action oriented, swift, silent. If I could animate I think she'd be a blast to draw - I imagine her operating like Faith from Mirror's Edge - lots of parkour and smooth disarming motions. However writing action isn't my biggest strong suit. One of her coping mechanisms is to try and see herself as a tool for her Master to use, and while writing her breakdowns is very thrilling, I also can't have her upset ALL the time. She fills a great role in the canon but otherwise a little difficult to make the main character. ALSO - a lot of her stuff is history based, and that's a TON of research to fall down the rabbit hole for! 17. Xandy was one of my first REAL OCs... I had a few before her but she's probably the one I've had and kept the longest. [I had a ATLA one for a little bit and a Naruto OC that lasted a while but none stuck like Xandy!] I have changed her a lot over the fifteen years I've had her! There's not much I regret really, she was my Call of Duty Modern Warfare OC, so she was a military woman - which COULD be regretful but nah. It suited what I liked at the time and she's changed for the better I think! I suppose one regret is that she's silent and distant, which makes writing fun interactions hard, but it's still an important part of her character! 19. My favorite fact about her is.... commitment issues? I think I love it because I'm such a hardcore Ride or Die, and so are practically all of my characters. So it's kind of fun to have someone who is like "BAIL" the second someone really shows genuine adoration and interest in her beyond a one night stand or a passing curiosity! She's not against-against commitment... she just knows the life she lives and how "it just can't work."

THANK YOU GORGEOUS FOR ASKING!!!!!

#informaltorching #oc ask #oc ask meme #xandy #wilted roses #banu haqim #vtm oc #vtm #noa hidalgo #noa #giovanni #hecata #my oc #vampire the masquerade #answered ask

[squish--squash]

WHY YOU SHOULD VOTE SCAR FOR MCYTBLR SEXYMAN

I've seen people mention they want propaganda, SO I'LL GIVE THEM PROPAGANDA!

First point is this entire slideshow I made: https://www.tumblr.com/squish--squash/708473005838417920/ it mentions a good few points and I don't just wanna repeat what I've already said, so I HIGHLY suggest reading that first, bc this post is almost a continuation of it

So... why should you vote scar as the mcytblr sexyman, other than the aforementioned points? Well, I can give you many reasons!

(quick preface: aside from point 1, I'm talking about the characters, not the content creators! this will make sense of why I'm saying this on point 4...)

Scar hasn't campaigned he's in the finals. There is a chance scar will win the entire thing. AND HE HAS NOT CAMPAIGNED, OR EVEN MENTIONED IT. hell, there might be a chance he has no clue it's going on! I truly respect joe hills and their campaigning but c'mon. c'mon, you HAVE to give the tumblr sexyman crown to the guy who doesn't have a clue about the competition, it's just so fitting! AND HILARIOUS

Round 3 Round 3 was trench warfare for many contestants, scar included! we went up against TECHNOBLADE, and WON! Do y'all really wanna see the guy WHO DEFEATED TECHNOBLADE to wind up in SECOND PLACE? I know I wouldn't!

Joe Hills is too fucking cool to be a tumblr sexyman Look, if this tournament has taught me one thing, it's that joe hills is one of the coolest and most interesting people I've heard of. He's too cool, in fact. I know I prefaced this in my earlier post, but I wanted to break it down further here. Tumblr sexymen over the years have shared a vast difference of traits, but have ended up having a few qualities that are checked out by all of them. One of these traits? Being at least moderately pathetic. It's part of why they're tumblr sexymen in the first place; the people of tumblr love their blorbos to be at least a little pathetic! joe hills tho? I'm sorry but I can look in a thesaurus for antonyms of "pathetic" and it would be pictures of joe hills- JOE HILLS IS THE OPPOSITE OF PATHETIC, SHE IS SIMPLY TOO COOL

ships ahoy! smth that I've noticed in most, if not all tumblr sexymen, is that they're often shipped with either themselves and/or other people. Now, I don't know exactly how many people scar is shipped with, but I have seen him shipped with the following on this website: grian, cub, bdubs, ren, mumbo, himself (mayor!scar x captain angry eyes, on more than one occasion!!), and even during the polls I saw multiple people on my dash draw ship art of scar and schlatt during their battle. That is 7 alone, and I know there's possibility of there being a couple more out there.

villainous roles tumblr sexymen are well-known to be either canon villains or having morals that are quite gray. And scar has many villainous and/or morally gray roles. Here, I'll list some of them out! mayor!scar (lead of HEP, a villain to the mycelium resistance); captain angry eyes (villain to the hippies); wizard!scar (morally gray- he sells "magical crystals" to others that's just stained glass with 0 magical properties); hotguy & royal court!hotguy (morally gray- hotguy has shot both "villains" and regular people, and scar on the royal court was downright murderous, looking for anyone to kill for any reason, including the king)

smooth talker scar's a conman at heart (which can tie in with my previous point, actually). he's the type of guy that could talk me out of my own home and I wouldn't even be mad about it! I literally watched this man scam people out of their ARMOUR in third life. There's a reason he was able to sell those "magic crystals". And while this isn't a trait you see in all your tumblr sexymen, I think it's a trait that makes scar one of the best candidates for being mcytblr's sexyman

competent, but not too competent this ties into something I mentioned in point 3. the people of tumblr love their blorbos and sexymen to be at least a little pathetic. They also love for them to be threading the line of being both competent and incompetent. Like, these characters can draft up magnificent plans, but those plans are gonna end up failing so bad in due time because of some obvious detail they were missing. and scar is literally that character. He is 100% that guy who would land the sickest mlg-water bucket and then kill himself accidentally to something ridiculous about a minute and a half later.

you're not immune to the good times YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE. YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE. YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO THE GOOD TIMES. VOTE SCAR! VOTE SCAR! VOTE SCAR!

thank you for coming to my TED talk. now, hopefully you know what to do now (vote for scar)

#goodtimeswithscar #gtws #gtwscar #mcytblr sexymen poll #mcytblr sexyman poll #also mentioning again just in case someone did not read that linked post: #I made a post back in SEPTEMBER 2022 saying scar would be the mcyt tumblr sexyman. let apollo make my prediction come true

[deazmonius]

Continuing with the Magic Knights Rayearth models today completed and present the next model Windom, the Rune Spirit of Air. Piloted by Fuu Hououji. While personally was not my favorite character or mech from the series, still important to have as part of the complete set.

Review:

The model over all was a easy build over all, again came with a pre painted face and sword this time the model is mostly color accurate to the show, needing only the tips the fingers to be painted silver to be a hundred % accurate to its art. The kit does come with some silver stickers to put behind some of the gems which really helps them pop, however in this instance I did opt to just pain the areas silver instead while not a reflective as the foil still gives a good overall finish behind the gems still helping them catch the light. The build difficulty/time is on par with a HG 1/144 scale Gundam of simulator complexity, though it’s a 1/100 scale in total size.

The parts fit snuggly and easily together. With the joint again being all hard plastic with mostly smooth movement that hold in place well. That said their are a couple points that I think could have utilized better part design. The first is the base wing mounts they are hook and eye connections at the base of back so only offer side to side movement. I feel a ball and socket joint would have been better for a wider range of motion. The next part are the hip armor skirts. While they used a ball and socket at the waist, the connection to the armor was another hook and socket which made it awkward to get in to a position and I think needlessly restricted movement of the parts. Lastly the feet, much like with the Rune God, prior the feet are really restricted in the movement, mostly in the forward direction. Which makes it difficult to get to stand on its own with out making it lean forward awkwardly from the hips/waist to counter balance the wings in the back. Basically requiring a base for it to be upright in almost any pose. I think if the golden portion of the ankle was allowed to move even just up and down that would have helped. I expect similar with the remaining two models. That said as a saving grace, the head has much better range of then the Rune God, and all the other joints and points of motion are good and work very well.

The wind effects in this photo, are a separate kit that that you can get for about $9.00 from Good Smile Co. and and each of the three sections come in three parts with the assembly instructions on the back of the box. They where also easy to assemble, with snug fittings and have decent balance not tipping over too easily. And definitely add a nice look to Windom, so I am glad I picked them up and also got the ones for the remaining two. Sadly I couldn’t find similar for the rune god, but I think the translucent sword and angle wings make it sand out just fine.

In closing I still say the over all it’s definitely not a bad kit, and if a Rayearth fan and or a fan of the air spirit totally worth picking up if you can. I am going give it a 3.5 out of 5 mainly because it can’t stand on its own due to the feet issues. The model can get picked up directly from Good Smile Company’s website for about $30 plus shipping if it’s in stock still. Though I have seen other prices ranging all the way upward of $60 from third parties.

#plastic model #magic knight rayearth #mahou kishi rayearth #Windom #fuu hououji #gunpla #spirit of air #Rayearth #model kit #magic #wind effects #green #mech #magical girl #clamp anime

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THE FENCER - KENNEDY ROSWELL

see her design art here

her character sheet and info on Unvale is here

dm my main @aerowolf for the Google doc with all her info and stuff

Callsign : The Fencer Name : Kennedy Amelia Roswell ( named after Amelia Earhart ) Age : 23 during the events of the game, 26 or 27 in the comics. Female She/Her Ambidextrous

Heteromantic, Asexual

Nationality : Argentinian Languages : English, Spanish Personality : Dramatic flair, competitive, sassy, loyal Character Description : Kennedy has a movement that is almost like a dance, smooth and chic. She’s got a good sense of fashion, and humour. She’s got an extensive vocabulary and is intensely competitive but mostly a good sport. She has a good amount of sass and sarcasm to her name. She is also incredibly loyal, but intensely paranoid as well. She is flirtatious by accident. Kennedy has a pet ferret named Acero. Were-form: Coyote

SHIP NAMES:

Speed Duel ( Kennedy x Scout )

maybe more idk if I'm gonna ship different colours with different characters but probably just scout i love him so mucj

Kennedy started a fencing club with the mercs. The other members so far are Demo, Spy, and Medic. She is the best, then Spy, then Demo, and lastly Medic, who is far too eager. He likely wants to use any excuse he can to get at their organs.

Kennedy and Pauling are girl besties, in most Kennedy universes Pauling is dating Bidwell who i also headcanon as one of Scout's brothers.

Kennedy is known to call Scout tonto a lot, which means silly in Spanish. She has quite a crush on him, and is known to be a little flustered around him. She’s also teaching Scout Spanish, not that it’s working very well, considering he can’t read English anyways.  In @mothnem’s AU where Scout has a stepsister named Yvette ( the daughter of Spy and the current Spy of the team ), Kennedy and Yvette are good friends, and Yvette helps Scout look nice for date nights.  Kennedy’s taste in music consists mostly of the Who and Janis Joplin, with her favourites being My Generation and Down On Me.

#the Fencer tf2 #tf2 oc #tf2 au #tf2 #team fortress 2 #The Fencer #Kennedy Roswell #scout tf2

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So. I have never let anyone read any fanfiction I have written. Ever. Nothing where I have to write in-character for an existing character, and CERTAINLY nothing that's x reader. (This one is y/n's pov) But I'd already started writing this and I've seen that the Markiplier Tumblr community is so heckin supportive. And with all the amazing art and writing I see from all of you, I couldn't hoard my own story like a lil protective possessive gremlin, I wanted to contribute. sO HERE'S THIS I GUESS. Starts with the final scene from ISWM and has some... aftermath, I guess? A continuation. Captaineer. 7,036 words. I'm long winded. Cannot be easily read as platonic lmao. Lian = a random crewmember I made to be the Captain's good friend. aaaaaaa im scared

I wake up to the oh-so familiar computer's voice... "Software update complete. Initializing Wakey-Wakey Protocol. Current ship status is -" My stomach clenches. "Nominal." I blink several times. Do I believe that? Is everything....... Okay? My cryopod hisses open. I hesitantly emerge. Lian is cleaning the glass of my pod, and gives me a weird glance. Well, if I look as paranoid as I feel right now...

"Morning, Captain," Mark says entirely too cheerily. I whip around toward him. "Ooh, you look like you've been through hell!" He looks sympathetically at me. I'm too stunned to speak. Don't tell me he doesn't remember... "Yeah, cryo-sleep sucks. But coffee can help." He hands me a mug of coffee and walks away casually to go check on things.

Gunther strolls over. "Mornin', Cap. I'll be heading down with the advance team. If there's any hOrRiBlE aLiEnS down there, I'll take care of 'em."

"Y-yeah, thank you..." I manage to stammer quietly. He's here. He's okay. Everything's fine. 

"Not everything can be solved with explosions." Celci snarks at him.

"Ehh, not in my experience!" he replies nonchalantly. "I'll see you on the ground, Cap."

Celci shakes her head in exasperation, "You and Mark are one and the same." Gunther leaves the bridge and several other crew members file out as well - the advance team. Celci turns to me. She's here. She's okay. "Captain, all colonists are safe, healthy, and accounted for. But I'll keep my eye on them as they wake up." Everything's fine. She hesitates a moment, then her professionalism falls away the slightest bit as she looks at me with admiration. "Thank you... for... getting us here safe." She walks away before she can see the guilt that flashes in my eyes at that statement.

I blink away the tears trying to escape as Burt approaches me next. He's here. He's okay. Everything's fine. "Captain, you are a child of the universe. No less than a tree or a star, you deserve to be here. And whether or not it's clear to you, no doubt the universe is playing out as it should." I gaze into his eyes. I can never figure him out... Is he just rambling? Or... does... Does he know? All that doesn't seem like anything he would say otherwise... Unless he knew... And, as always, there's more behind those eyes than I can figure out.

The computer's voice cuts in. "Burt, prepare main reactor for down-cycle and maintenance."

Burt sniffs and tips his cap slightly. "Captain." And walks away.

"Burt..." I mean to call after him, but it comes out as almost a whisper, and he's too far away to hear me.

Everything is so... normal. And it's completely overwhelming. To expect the fires and asteroids and disasters and… they’re not coming. They don’t come.

The computer again. "Please report to your assigned drop pods." I have enough wits about me to at least know that I leave last. There are others managing disembarking. So I wander, in a haze, over to Mark, who stands by the control panel.

"Computer, let's get those blast shields open," he says, pressing the proper buttons. The view from the front window is revealed; I recognize the planet instantly and move closer. That's it. That's our destination. It's here. It looks stunning. Everything's... fine? "Ah, the trip was smooth.” Mark comes over to the window, too. “Just a few rocks, a couple cosmic rays. Nothing the computer couldn't handle on its own." I stare, speechless, at his face. At the same time as relief washes over me - relief for the crew, the colonists, that maybe they'll be alright - at the same time, panic rises inside me. Panic for my own future. Because the longer Mark holds together his completely calm demeanor, the more I'm convinced that he doesn't remember. That I'll have to hold onto this secret all by myself.

"Acknowledged," pipes the computer. "All systems are fully operational. All crew accounted for. Disembarkation under way." I blink several times. It's just so... disconcerting to hear anything but error messages from those speakers.

"She is a beauty, isn't she, Captain?" says Mark reverently, drawing my attention back to the planet. "The long-range scans did not do her justice. Perfect in almost every way." He continues in a more practical tone, "We'll still have to do top-to-bottom scans once we're down on the surface, but we're moving equipment as fast as we can. The crew is eager to get off the ship and onto solid ground... I think you can understand the sentiment." Was there a hint of something in that last sentence? His tone of voice? His glance at me? Or am I grasping at straws, desperate for anything to indicate he might remember? He gazes out the window, not meeting my eyes for a moment. Glances toward the ground at my feet, then finally looks me in the eyes. "And, uh... thank you. ... for, uh... not giving up on me. ... Just... thank you." I spend a few moments processing that. Thoughts whirling through my head. Searching his eyes for some sign. Burt, I was uncertain about - I’m always unsure about. But I know Mark. That statement makes all the sense in the world if he remembers, and it’s complete nonsense if he doesn't.

I come close to him, so we can talk and no one else will hear. Staring with desperation into his eyes. "Do... do you remember??” I whisper. He blinks once. Nods twice, slowly. "E... everything?"

He's looking equally intensely and searchingly at me. "... Yes.” He catches my doubtful, worried expression and reads it perfectly. “... I... I died before we jumped in the wormhole. … Ou…” He swallows, and his voice gets even quieter than it was, “out of this window.” Oh, my God. I hoped… but I didn’t think it was possible. He didn't even remember that back when we were in the wormhole, talking to the bandit. I don’t know how he does now, but I’m glad. He asks me in return, "D... do you remember everything?"

I see the guilt in his eyes and I grip his shoulder firmly. "Yes," I say, hoping the forgiveness comes through in my eyes and my voice. I hesitate a moment. Sigh. "Look, no one can know."

"Y-you don't have to protect me..." he replies. He says that. But he sounds so vulnerable. Pained. Broken. He looks away in shame. He was faking nonchalance just in case I didn't remember, and now his composure is breaking.

"No. Stop that. Look at me." My order-giving tone suddenly takes over. He meets my eyes again, looking a little surprised. "No one finds out. They can't handle it, they shouldn't have to process it, they wouldn't trust either you or me." I doubt either of our reputations would be improved. I turn my body to face him full-on, and my voice softens. "And I will always protect you." That made him flustered. But I don't care, it’s the truth. That still isn’t the only reason we need to hide this from the others, at least for now. I try to purge the sentimentality out of my voice. "Hey. Get it back together. I have a plan. We're both gonna get some rest. Just... keep... pretending everything is fine. Cuz... cuz maybe it is."

"... Yeah. Yeah, okay." He gives me his best fake smile. It's very good. No one would notice besides me. I give him my best fake smile. It's very good. No one would notice besides him.

I turn back to the window and take several swallows of coffee, desperate to stay alert. I... I need to tell him. I can't keep hiding this from him. How I feel. We can't have any secrets, not a single one. Tonight. I'll tell him as soon as we're alone. But right now, it's time to set up a chance to get some rest. I pull out my tablet and call for Celci; it's only a few minutes before she arrives on the bridge, surely having delegated her cryo duties to her team members. I would be lost without all the people on this crew. I take the last sip of my coffee and turn to Celci. "Captain? What do you need?" she asks.

"Hi. Celci. Listen. Ah… You're in charge. For tonight." She looks surprised, curious. "Mark and I are... exhausted." She tries to interrupt, worried since cryo-sleep is her specialty, but I don't let her. "Now, it could've been the cryopods, it could also have been... honestly, anything. Excess stress beforehand, lack of sleep ahead of time... It - it doesn't matter, Celci, it's okay." She isn't placated, but she stays quiet. I’ll have to come up with some better excuses eventually. "We're totally okay. We just really need a break. Listen, ah... all I need is for you to get a safe camp set up and then kinda keep a lid on the party, no one’s working too hard this first night… I... I'm so sorry I have to ask this of you -"

"That's quite alright, Captain. I appreciate that you would entrust me to take charge." Usually, she looks excited every time I give her a responsibility like this; she loves to be in charge, she loves to know I trust and respect her. But now, she just looks worried.

I smile at her. "Of course! Ah... Yeah, tonight that's all there is. I..." I sigh heavily at the thought of everything there is to do after that.

Celci tilts her head at me, calculating. Not sure what's up, but certain something is up. She isn't stupid. She tells me encouragingly, "Captain, I really don't mind. I promise. Once we’re off the ship, I’m done with cryo stuff. I was gonna be helping with whatever was needed anyway.” She hesitates before taking my hand comfortingly. “I am at your service, and if what you need is a break, then I'm happy to manage things for a while."

I beam gratefully at her. "Thank you, Celci. Here, let me..." I start tapping at my tablet, giving her access to the first few weeks of master files and lists for what needs to be done. "Just in case..." I mutter. It'll be hard to balance the rest I need versus my responsibilities to the colony. I look up at her. "Just in case. And you can always talk to me if you need, you know how to contact me and I'll make sure you know where I am."

She scans through the files, scrolling quickly. "Sounds good, Captain." Celci smiles supportively. But I also see in her eyes the intention to find out what's going on. And that's okay. I'll... Maybe I'll tell her a bit about it. I'll tell her as much as I can without hurting her too much. But for now, I can trust that the colony will be alright for as long as Mark and I need to rest.

We start to turn away from each other, but I add one last disclaimer before she goes. "Oh, and, uh... Celc? Try not to be too much of a buzzkill… you know, don't get TOO strict on them. Just... If Gunther is tellin ya you need to learn to loosen up or take a joke, take a second look at what's going on. Obviously, you should feel completely free to ignore him… most of the time... But..."

She grins a little sheepishly. "I understand. I'll make sure to talk to the others, and to you. Compromise. It'll be alright."

I give her a firm nod and a trusting smile. She moves away to help guide everyone off the ship. Before I can ask the computer for more coffee, Lian comes up behind me and puts a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see her looking very concerned. "Heyy. I'm okay, I promise,” I tell her. I lie to her.

"Are you sure?" she asks hesitantly. "Mark's right... You looked like you'd been through hell."

"Heh. Ah, no, I'm... Did you hear what I was telling Celci?" She nods. Technically, at her ranking, she shouldn't be eavesdropping on Celci and I, but she's my best friend. Well... besides Mark. But he's different.

"Do you think it was a problem with the pods?" says Lian, a little doubtfully.

"I..." I think that's the excuse that makes the most sense, but I feel awful throwing Celci under the bus like that when I know there was no malfunction. "I don't know." I stare blankly ahead for a moment, trying to come up with the perfect lie. A few moments of slightly awkward silence. It is not perfect, but something comes to me. "I actually don't think Celci had time to check the pods on the bridge herself. She must've assigned it to someone else and there was something they didn't quite catch. Maybe. I dunno for sure, but really, it's fine." I think that's the best I can do with my current state of  mind. Hopefully,everyone was distracted and busy enough on our day of departure that they won’t remember details.

Lian nods uncertainly. "Well, let me know if you guys need anything... Uh, I'm gonna... I'll..."

I smile warmly at her. "Yeah, you're good. Go ahead and focus on your checklist, we'll be okay." She heads off the bridge. I turn to look at Mark, making sure he's still there. I hope no one will think it's too unusual if I stick close to him. We hang out a lot normally… it… won’t seem weird that I need to know where he is at every moment… right?

I look down at my empty coffee cup. I'd need about a million more of these to feel even 60% awake. Wait... oh my goodness. Oh… that’s so sweet!! I didn't even realize earlier. The mug says "#1 Captain.” It's silly, it’s stupid, but it makes my heart swell. Such a small thing in the face of all the mistakes I've made, all the lives I should've saved... but it means so much, casually handed to me by Mark. Geez, I’m getting VERY sappy over a MUG.

I shake it off and look back out the window. I should think about what I'm gonna say to everyone... I know I have to make a speech. A few minutes pass. Mark speaks up then, "Well, I should -" He begins to turn to walk away. I wordlessly catch him by the arm and spin him back around to look out the window. He looks at me, blinks, and doesn't ask any questions. Just stays with me, standing by my side.

It isn't long before the computer announces, "Passenger disembarkation complete. Main crew may now depart the ship."

"Okay, everyone, let's move out!" I say, and we file neatly off the bridge. I stay at the back, keeping an eye on everyone. But mostly Mark. Transport pods are filled. We are ejected, and the features of the planet grow closer and closer, more and more clear. I can’t help but look back at the Invincible II… behind us. We’re out. I can only pray that Mark and I will feel better when we spend more and more time away from that cursed ship.

When we enter the atmosphere, the artificial LED lights switch off, and something like the sunlight of Earth fills the spacecraft. The pod touches down gently, settles. Everyone else exits the other pods, excited. Soon, Mark and I are the only ones left in ours. We linger back, gathering the strength to stand up. I make it to the doorway and catch a glimpse of the crowd of crew members and colonists outside. The sight halts my steps. I feel Mark come up behind me. "... How can I face them?" I ask him quietly. Sure, they’re all standing on green grass, beneath a blue sky, in the sunlight, safe and unharmed. Sure, none of these colonists exploded. But…

He takes me gently by the shoulders and turns me around to face him. "Make the smile," he says, giving me a fake smile in demonstration. "Use the speech voice. And... It's gonna be okay." He spins me back around and gives me a little nudge of encouragement to exit the pod. I start walking into everyone's view.

"Stay close to me," I mutter to him. Pathetically. I should be the one comforting him. Supporting him. I'm the captain, I shouldn't be so needy.

But all he says in response is, reassuringly, "I will." And I feel him walking close beside and a little behind me.

I make my way to a spot where it seems everyone can see me. Mack rushes up and hands me a voice amplifier. "Thank you," I tell him. He rushes off into the crowd with a nod and a salute. I switch on the amplifier and speak into it. "Okay, can everybody hear me?" Looking out over the crowd, I see many nodding heads. Deep breath. Fake smile. Speech voice. "Awesome! Well... First and foremost, you should know I did not write this ahead of time. So." A chuckle from the crowd.

"You never do, Cap." Gunther shouts from the front.

That earns a chuckle from me. "Feel free to tease me about that after you've tried making a speech, kay? ANYway, we made it! We are here... breathing the air, standing on the ground of a planet *lightyears* away from Earth. We made it." Some cheers, a bit of applause. I smile at them, trying to feel how I would feel if… everything had gone to plan. "This is a BIG deal. This is a historic moment for all humanity, and every one of you is a part of it. Now, as I'm sure you all know, the hard work is not over. There's still a lot to be done. But this... this is a great accomplishment. All you did to prepare for our journey, even having the courage to volunteer for this in the first place... I'm very proud of you all. And you should be proud of yourselves." I begin to tear up already. Dang it. "And I wanna thank each and every one of you for volunteering and for following through on all the work it took to get here. I-i -" My voice wavers a little. "I wanna thank the crew..." I wipe my eyes quickly. "I'm so sorry, guys, this has been my dream since I was little and I could not be here without all of you." Good lies are half truths, the best lies are technically entirely true. It has been my dream. But at this point, that is not why I'm emotional.

I try to steady myself. "I want to thank the crew." The heads of departments stand at the front of the crowd, a little removed from the colonists and the rest of the crew. "Gunther, in charge of Asteroid Defense Systems!" I gesture toward him. "And everyone who worked under and with him, for keeping our ship intact." I clap for a few moments and the audience follows. Gunther gives a nod of acknowledgment, hiding his bashful and pleased look pretty well. "Burt, in charge of the Main Reactor! And everyone who worked under and with him, for keeping our ship moving." Another gesture, another round of applause. Burt does not hide his bashfulness well. "Celci, Head of Cryo! And everyone who worked under and with her, for keeping us all safe and sleeping." She basks in the applause, but when she sees the genuine, deep gratitude in my eyes, she smiles a little more humbly. "And absolutely everyone on this wonderful crew. We couldn't have done this without any of you. Thank you so much for all you have done."

I take a deep breath. I will not cry. I will get through this. "And... Last but certainly not least..." I say. Mark tenses up behind me, knowing what’s coming, resistant to the praise. Well, too bad. "I want to thank our Head Engineer, Mark." I reach an arm behind me and wrap it around him, pulling him forward to stand beside me. "Who built our ship." I can't look him in the eyes right now, I will cry. So I keep my gaze directed out over the crowd. "Who spent his hard work and his precious time -" My voice will not break. I will tell them, with composure, what he did for them. As much as I can tell them. "He put his heart and soul into the Invincible II. He made it possible for us to travel to this new land. To start this new life, to be here, now, in this moment that will go down in history." And as I talk about the years he spent building the ship, I'm thinking of the unfathomable amount of time he spent building the warp core. Trying to save everyone. How much he went through for them. And for me. "So for everything you sacrificed for this dream -" I squeeze his shoulder. "For every... iota of care and attention, for... for everything you have done. From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you, Mark." I can tell he's shedding tears at this point. If I look at him, I will break into a thousand pieces.

"You're welcome, Captain," he says to me quietly, in such a sincere, strained, emotion-laced voice that I almost break anyway. I pull my arm away, but I stay standing very close to him.

I clear my throat and blink away the impending tears. "SO, as long as you all know how grateful I am for you, there won't be much further ado. We're going to get a safe and secure camp set up, to have somewhere to stay tonight and until we build more permanent housing. And then... for tonight, I want to celebrate." I grin at them. "You deserve it. We deserve it. So, ah... limit the drinking, cuz you won't wanna be hungover tomorrow... But, enjoy yourselves. Rest or party or chat... Shake off that cryosleep, have a great night! Ah, and just as a final note…” Here goes. “Mark and I are actually completely exhausted.” Vague mutterings and some concerned faces come from the audience. But hopefully, if I sound nonchalant, they won’t worry. “Maybe we didn't follow doctors orders well enough, maybe we were too stressed, maybe there was a small issue with the bridge cryopods... I honestly may have forgotten to put them on Celci's list, and I know we were all relying on lists that day. But, I'm too tired to figure it out, and it’s too trivial to care. It's not a big deal, we're fine.” And my happy-go-lucky tone does seem to be calming everyone down. “But it does mean, ah, that you might not see the two of us for a few days. Celci is in charge until Mark and I are rested up a bit more. I've appointed Gunther as official director of 'loosening up a little,' so." The audience chuckles. I see Gunther elbow Celci playfully. "And I'm always available for emergencies or advice. I’m right here, and if you need me, come get me. But, ah... You're all in good hands, and I want everyone to have a great time tonight! Well done, all!"

Switching off the voice amplifier, I try to walk away toward the pod full of camp construction supplies as the audience erupts in applause and cheers. But Celci raises her voice over the noise. "I think there's one person who hasn't been thanked, Captain!" I wince. Of course I appreciate it, but I've really got to get away from the colonists. Away from the crew. The facade is breaking. She must notice the subtle body language of my reaction, because she continues with, "I know you're tired, so I'll be brief. Thank you, Captain, for everything you have done. We couldn't be here without you." Immediate clapping, wild cheering, sounds of agreement. All of it feels horribly bittersweet.

"WE LOVE YOU, CAPTAIN!!" someone cries from the crowd, voice raising above the others.

Celci rolls her eyes, but I just yell back, "I LOVE YOU GUYS, TOO!" No voice amplifier. No professionalism or “manners” like Celc surely wants. Just two idiots screaming across a field at each other. And that’s somehow less bitter and more sweet.

Mark and I walk several yards away to the sounds of raucous applause. The tears have finally started dripping down my cheeks, so I keep my back turned to everyone. I'm still heading in the direction of the camp supplies when someone taps my shoulder. "Y/n?" It's Lian. I quickly wipe my face with the back of my hand and turn to look at her. I realize my lies during the speech don't quite line up with the ones I told her. But I only presented them as theories, so maybe it's alright. She isn't looking at me suspiciously, just... worried. "I... took a few people and we set up bedrooms for you guys. The nice beds. They're just in a couple of the pods, but we kept the temp regulation on inside."

Oh my gosh. She's the best. I take her hand in both of mine. "Thank you so much, Lian. Thank you."

She smiles. "You're welcome. Now go, you look exhausted. Get some rest. Get a lot of rest." She turns her gaze to Mark. "Both of you. They're over there, those two." Lian points, and then walks away to help with camp preparations. Geez, she's the sweetest.

Mark and I make eye contact. I think we both feel bad deserting our responsibilities like this, but... we need to. We won't be any good to them in this condition. We come to this agreement nonverbally, and just walk toward the place Lian pointed out.

The two pods are a little removed from the others, doors facing across from each other. We walk over between them. I'm walking on the left, Mark on the right, so logically, we'd split off in those directions and take those rooms. Which is what Mark begins to do, reluctantly. I catch his arm. "No," I say simply. He looks over at me in relief. I pull him into the pod on the left, and the door hisses shut behind us. A moment of quiet stillness. And then, both our legs just give out. We collapse to the floor at the same time, Mark slumped back against the wall, me on my knees. I then fall against the wall, too, half-leaning on him. Utter silence envelops the room. Minutes pass that feel like hours. Or maybe it's hours passing that feel like minutes. Neither of us are asleep, but we aren't moving, either. Not speaking. Not even thinking. I finally say something first. "We... we should..." I wanna say we should sleep. But there's something I have to tell him first. I promised myself. I shift to look into his eyes. "I have to tell you something." He looks at me with worry. "I have to tell you something and I'm scared to cuz I don't know what's gonna happen but I can't hide it anymore because we can't have any secrets. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I was just... scared." Well, now he looks all nervous and afraid and I have to just spit it out before he thinks it's something worse than it is. I sit up straight and look him square in the eyes. Deep breath. No secrets. "I love you, I love you so much, romantically, with everything I have, you are my everything, I love you and I always have, since like a few months after we met I've loved you, and I never told you, because obviously that's so inappropriate, I'm your Captain and your boss and that's a huge problem, but I couldn't help it, and then we were such good friends that I didn't wanna ruin that, but I can't hide it anymore, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I just hope you're not freaked out and we can still-"

Suddenly, a pair of warm, soft lips presses against mine, stopping my babbling. My heart rate skyrockets. I hadn't even noticed him moving closer, hadn't paid attention to his reaction, I was too focused on getting this confession out. I was so afraid of admitting this, so sure it would drive him away... But... My eyes flutter shut. He's moving his lips gently against mine. I'm moving with him. His hands cup my face. It's... so much better than I dreamed. And I have. Literally dreamed about this. Not a small number of times. I pull back just slightly for a moment, looking into his eyes. "... Really?" I whisper against his mouth, barely audible.

Mark slides his hands down to my waist. "I love you, too, y/n," he replies, softly, sincerely. "I can't believe you didn't know that sooner."

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him against me, resting my head on his shoulder. "We-ell... heh..." I'm embarrassed to admit the reason I never considered the possibility. But he already knows it. "I didn't wanna get my hopes up...  that it wasn't just platonic. And... a-and it's a little hard when... everyone thinks I'm gorgeous and acts weird around me..." I blush a little.

But Mark doesn't seem to think it's cocky or narcissistic of me to say that. He tightens his arms snugly around my waist. "A-and..." His voice is shaky. "And you chose... me? O... out of everyone who's obsessed with you... y-you could have anyone... and you... want... me?"

I break out of the hug and take him firmly by the shoulders, looking at him sternly. "Mark. Of course I want you. You are - amazing. You're responsible and smart and hardworking and caring and sweet and you never give up. I trust you more than anyone. You make me laugh, you make me smile, you make me believe in myself, you make me feel like -" I swallow a sob. "Like I'm not alone." Tears are spilling down his cheeks. I think he wants to smile, but he believes this is all too good to be true. "Hey." I murmur, gently wiping away his tears with the pad of my thumb. In many other circumstances, I would feel the same... I have trouble taking praise to heart. I've never quite believed anyone actually adores me the way they act like they do. "Listen." But Mark... I know he would never lie to me. He respects me too much to pretend to love me. He knows I would never want that. I have enough doubts about everyone else's feelings about me. He knows I need at least one person I can always count on. "Mark." I can only hope he trusts me just as much. I don't want him living with doubt. "Would I lie to you??"

He sniffs a tiny sniff. Geez, he's so adorable. "No."

I'm cupping his face in my hands now, making sure he doesn't break his gaze away. "You trust me, right?" He nods. "I would never lie to you. Especially about this."

He sighs, conflicted. "Yeah, okay. I trust you. It just... feels... too good to be true."

One corner of my mouth quirks up in a half-smile. "I knew that's what you were thinking. And you need to not. Think that. You need to love yourself." A fresh bout of tears springs to his eyes. Oh. Oh no. He struggled with insecurities before all this wormhole madness. Before… His hands are balling up into fists. He’s shaking.

What am I gonna do with this man? This beautiful, precious, perfect man who hates himself. Who will be plagued by guilt and trauma forever. I can't think of the words to help right now. I can’t imagine any words that could help at all. So I just wrap an arm around his neck and kiss him, burying my other hand in his soft, black hair. I try to do something more helpful than rambling on… if I can show him how much I love him, that I forgive him… I feel his hands come to my hips as he begins to kiss back. It stays slow and sweet and gentle. I think maybe we're both feeling a tiny bit... safe. For the first time in a long time. We don't stop till we're both out of breath. We pull back from the kiss and instantly wrap our arms around each other tightly. I don't know about him, but I'm afraid to let go. A few moments pass. "We should get some sleep." I say. Mark nods. Keeping an arm around my waist, he pulls me over to the bed. Lian did get the nice ones. Queen size, thick mattress, sheets and blankets and lots of pillows. It looks beyond heavenly - especially being the standard all-white; it’s like a fluffy cloud. I pull back the covers and collapse down on the mattress. Mark joins me, and I snuggle close to his side. His arm comes around me again. I curl my fingers around the lapel of his jumpsuit. We're both still in full uniform. Neither of us even briefly consider making the effort to change.

Mark pulls the sheets over us. "Hey, Captain? Uh... Y/n? What should -" He hesitates, nervous.

I smile at him. "Call me whatever you want. Honestly, the whole colony will know about this at some point, I don't think we can stop that. But, we can at least try to hide it, if you want."

He chuckles a little. "Yeah, we should probably at least try."

I hide my face in his chest for a moment before admitting softly, "I do love hearing you say my name, though."

He grins. "I'll have to work on using it when we're alone, then. Uh - anyway… y/n… I wanted to warn you, uh, that I might be a little clingy for a few... ah... years."

I wrap a leg around one of his. "Oh, I'm so glad you did not just say days. Because... Yheheheyeah. I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm not leaving your side for, like... a long time." He just beams in response. His smile is so beautiful. I hope someday, the deep sadness in his eyes goes away… I bet I have it, too. I hope we can heal from this. "Okay, goodnight. Sleep well, sweetie."

He blushes furiously. Oops, didn't mean to do that. It sorta slipped out. Still, he just replies, "You, too, y/n." I close my eyes and then peek to make sure his are closed. They are. Hopefully, he's exhausted enough that it'll be easy to get some rest, despite any flustered feelings I may have accidentally caused. I spend the next few minutes struggling to stay awake, listening to his breathing. Once it evens and I know he's asleep, I'm out like a light. I'm pleasantly surprised to not even have any nightmares. Must be too tired to dream.

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As Head Engineer and Captain, we're both pretty light sleepers. Even as exhausted as we are, both of us snap our eyes open at the gentle knock that comes on the door. I look up at Mark. "I'm not moving," I whisper, "unless you care?"

"... Too tired to care," he responds.

I nod. My sentiment exactly. "Who is it?" I call.

"It's me, Captain!" Celci's voice. I look at Mark again. He doesn't look worried about her seeing us... In fact, he almost looks... smug.

"I told her I'm your favorite," he says quietly.

I roll my eyes - those two and their squabbles, what am I going to do with them? - and call out to Celci. "Come in!" The door opens.

Shock is evident on her face. "Captain, wh-" She looks from my calm, unabashed expression to Mark's smug one. "I -"

"CC," I call her by her nickname, wanting to forget professionalism for now. Because this is possibly the least professional thing I could ever do. She meets my eyes. "Whatd'ya need?" I ask simply. 

"U-um... I…” With difficulty, she puts aside her confusion and focuses. “I had some questions. For you." From her tone, these are not advice questions. They're suspicious ones. Curious about the weird, half-baked lies. I just nod to indicate she should continue. "Ah..." She shuts the pod door behind her. Sits down in a chair I hadn't even noticed was there earlier. "Captain, I think you already know what I'm going to say." She pauses, but continues when I don't reply. "There were no issues with the cryopods on the bridge. I had a free minute earlier, and I checked them." Pause. Trying to look at me and not shoot glances at Mark. "I also distinctly remember all medical analyses being meticulously checked. And, honestly, you two can't have been that much more stressed than everyone else on the ship. Not to mention the fact that stress doesn't alter the effects of the cryopods." Translation, all my excuses were terrible. At least, to her. Everyone else most likely bought them, but not the expert on the cryopods. "So... what really happened? You two are never like this. You must really be completely exhausted, because this isn't like you." Mark begins to protest, but Celci clarifies, "No - not the - whatever this is..." She gestures to the two of us, "I mean, hiding away when there's work to be done. You've literally never done that. Something's wrong."

I give her a wry grin. If there’s one thing I know about my crew… they might be dumb sometimes, but they’re not stupid. If that makes any sense… I reply, "I hate to say it, but I'm not gonna tell you, CC." I can see in her eyes that's the answer she expected. "I really am sorry. But... It's over, and there's nothing you can do to help. And I do not need it weighing on your mind.” She shifts in her seat, and I know exactly what her argument is. “Now, yes, I know - I know, I know. The curiosity is gonna bother you a little, too. But I..." I sigh. I hate hiding things. But sometimes people deserve better than the whole truth. "I can't have you thinking and worrying about something that's over. Done with and long gone.” Or, at least, it better be. “I'm sorry, Celci. I hope you understand."

She looks searchingly at me for a few moments, then takes a deep breath and sighs with a hint of resignation. "Okay. Thank you, Captain. At least... at least now I know, you know I'm not stupid. At least you're admitting something happened. I'm not happy about it... but…” Another sigh. “I'll try to forget about it."

I smile sadly at her. "Thank you.” She starts to get up. “Uh, hey, before you go... What time is it? How long were we asleep?"

She makes a reluctant face, like she knows I'll feel guilty when I hear the answer. "Four days, Captain."

At first, I cringe a little. But Mark squeezes my shoulder, and I feel a little better, like I know exactly what he’s trying to remind me of. All we did for them... Maybe it's okay to rest for a while. And if everyone is doing okay... "How is everything? On schedule? No unforeseen disasters? Do you need help with anyth-"

"Everything's fine, Captain," Celci says, smiling reassuringly. "It's okay, we're okay. On schedule, going according to plan. I promise you can trust me to take care of everything." The earnest look in her eyes melts my heart. God, I love my crew. She's worried about me, and Mark, no matter how much she'd deny that, she wants to help in any way she can, she's so determined to make me proud. I sit up and scoot across the bed, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you, Celci. I don't know what I'd do without you." I hope she knows how much I appreciate her. I hope they all do.

She blushes a tiny bit. "You're very welcome." She stands up, forcing me to let my hand fall.

Why won't any of you believe me when I tell you how amazing you are? I wonder. But then again, I'd be a bit of a hypocrite if I got too upset with my crew for that.

"You guys should take as long as you need. I will let you know if we need you, but I hope we can let you rest." CC begins to turn to leave, then looks back over her shoulder at us. "Whatever happened, sleeping for four days straight isn't normal. I hope you feel better soon." And the pod door hisses shut behind her.

Staring at the door, I think about all the different versions of her, and Gunther, and Burt. Loyal and trusting, always there for me and willing to listen. The only times any of them betrayed me were when they thought they had to, to save the colonists. To save the ship. When their trust had been pushed so far it hit the breaking point. I don't blame them. Honestly, I'm so proud of them. Maybe the Celci and Gunther and Burt here with me now aren't the same ones who did those things, but now I know what they're capable of. Now I know for sure that they'll do anything to protect our people. Maybe someday, I can thank them properly for everything I know is in their hearts. Maybe I can tell them everything that really happened, someday... not soon, but someday.

My train of thought is broken by a soft, adorable snore from Mark. Aw, he's asleep again already. He makes a little troubled noise, and I hurry back over to his side, wrapping my arms snug around him. No nightmares allowed, Mark. I'll protect you. I stay awake until I'm sure he's sleeping peacefully, then nod off quickly next to him. The last thing I remember thinking is, CC's right. It is not normal to sleep this long. But I'm still so tired…

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[AO3] < | > Rating: Explicit WC: 3.8k Tags: Caning, BDSM, Subspace, Clothing Kink, Wall Sex, Height Differences, Established Relationship, Aftercare Fandom: Sorcerer's Apprentice (2010) Ship: Maxium Horvath/Reader Disc: Fur, Wool, silk, Maxim knew just what looked good on his body, and the only thing in your mind was the thought of wearing his coat, all alone, in the room you shared with him. The only part of the plan that went array was meeting his eyes in the mirror. 

A/N: @the-realharleyquin asked me for a fic based on this prompt: reader gets caught wearing one of maxim's coats and is like ❛ want me to model these for you? ❜ probs cus he just got some more coats or something (i think that man is vain and likes dressing nice/up) and maxim who totally would call his partner kitten or bunny is like yes let me sit down quick, lil show for maxim starts and the reader grinds on him a bit and then wall sex because height dif and i am seeing a horrible lack of wall sex with any of Alfred's characters. And I saw a post about being canned and then used on tumblr by Horvath so please, without any further ado. 

The door slid open to show off the selection of coats hanging on hangers, all properly stored with obvious care. Maxim chose exactly what he cared about, and these coats were without doubt one of the places he put his care. You’d never be one to complain; the sharp lines and smooth elegance of the fabric complimenting his personality in just the ways he wanted it to. He was a Victorian man through and through, obsessed almost to a fault with his appearance.

Fur and wool danced under your fingers, contrasting textures ringing through your bones. Memories of each time he’d worn each flashed through your mind. memories of nights and days too cold for skin, nights with your hand in the crook of his elbow.

His things weren’t, strictly speaking, off limits to you. He’d never specifically told you you were not allowed to touch his things, that was sure. You just simply understood his position every single time you’d made the joke of stealing a coat. His death glare was all you needed to see to know just what his opinion on the matter was.

So the moments of solitude you had, whilst he was out, you took with greed. How couldn’t you, when he seemed to spoil you in every other matter of life?

Your hand slipped over the one that laid fur over his shoulders, volatile every time he wore it. There was little sound around you as you heard it slip off the padded hanger, only to slip over your nude shoulders.

The fabric nearly swallowed your body as the silk rested on you, shielding you almost fully from the wool. Your eyes glanced down your body, only to see the edges of the coat resting only an inch or two from the floor.

You carefully shifted the couple steps needed to view your body in the mirror propped against the wall. The dark gray complimented your skin perfectly, hints of black in the fur flickered just so in the mirror. You saw the fur shake as your body shivered, a feeling of opulence shaking through you. With the power you felt, as large as the garment was, you suddenly understood what it was that drew Maxim to the type of garment; you felt rich and powerful.

Your eyes flicked up at another sight in the mirror, a motion behind you in the doorframe. Dark, impassioned eyes locked with yours in the mirror. You knew it wasn’t any sort of magic that froze you to the spot, only the intensity that rang through the reflective surface.

He had a perfect view of you, as well, your hand resting on the fur at the collar of the coat, your leg bent just at the right angle for modesty.

illusion and hubris often would make one shed any hesitations surrounding fantasy, to imagine one’s self as a work of art untouched by the changing of culture. That was to say, you knew that you were alluring in only the way one could be in their head.

Seeing his eyes connect with yours induced a surge of panic in you, a knowledge that  you’d been caught breaking a rule you very well knew not to.

So much for the twenty minutes you thought you’d have before Maxim returned.

Each step that echoed in the room was measured, was deliberate. His eyes didn’t leave yours, from the moment the door opened, to the moment that his front was pressed against your back, the silk pressing with the slightest bit of scratch as the wool pressed through as well. His hands clasped onto your hips, guessing only slightly due to the fabric covering you. It was clear that each time he’d memorized your body had paid off. Your mind flashed with the other times his hands had found their home there, fucking into you from behind, or simply controlling your movements as you rode him as hard as he’d allow.

All too familiar with his action of turning you by your hips, you faced the man with your chin tilted high enough to look him in the eyes, ignoring the difference between you both. One hand left your hip as the other proceeded to pull you closer, wrapping around your back. A tiny thread of fear appeared in your spine, unsure of just how far of a line you’d crossed by doing this.

You felt the inches his arm pivoted over your back, thumb and fingers sealing over the back of your sensitive neck, nerves lighting on fire from the possessive action. The leather separating his skin from yours almost coaxed a moan from your throat, nearly enough to verbalize the wave of lust.

“Now,” His dangerous voice started, demanding your attention. “Imagine my surprise when I come home, ready to decompress for the night, and I happen upon a little fashion show just for me, in my bedroom.”

“I…” your words were lost on your tongue, knowing better than to try and excuse your actions to him.

“You…” His tone was nothing but a rude mock, a sticky sweetness to coat a venom that would sink deep. “Decided to play with an object that you have no claim over, that isn’t yours, didn’t you?” The tone in his voice was addictive. You’d be willing to bend to whatever he suggested at that moment, you were nearly certain.

“I just wanted to see what they felt like. You’re always so…” Your breath caught in your lungs as you searched for the right word, your words leaving your mind as soon as his hand tightened the slightest on your skin.

“So… What?”

“Hot.”

“So you took something that wasn’t yours? Something of mine? For shame.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” whispered from your lips, unsure of just what you could offer him.

“Sir? So you do remember some protocol.” It was with his hand that he guided you to the bed, his backwards steps sure. Your eyes burned from the contact, wanting nothing more than to look away from his intense gaze.

“First, you took my coat.”

“I’m sorry. I thought…” The apology fell from your lips before you could think, hurried to try and avoid what you knew was coming.

“And that was your first mistake, wasn’t it?” His words overpowered yours without much effort, excuses dying on your parted lips. Tears nearly threatened to spring, but you held yourself fast for now.

“Yes, sir.”

“I assume you know what the next one is?”

“No, sir.”

“Lying.”

“I didn’t lie.”

“You lied to me about your desires.” The last word was dipped in venom, and it was all you could do to not fight back against his words. You had been honest about wanting them. You’d just coated every single attempt in a thick layer of irony, of defensiveness that you clearly shouldn’t have. His hand finally fell from your neck as he sat on the side of the bed, thighs spread.

“Over my lap.” His voice demanded submission, demanded your actions to mimic his words.

His thighs balanced you well, soft material of his pants rubbing against your chest. You didn’t even consider not obeying him, too excited for any punishment he may offer you. A whirl of fabric, and the coat was flicked over your top half, effectively exposing your backside.

“Now, do you think you’ll actually learn anything from me doing this?” He heard the start of a word from your lips, but he interrupted you before any word could get out. “No, don’t answer that. You’ll only be lying to me in the end.” Your face pressed into your arms, trying to hide the embarrassment on your face. He was right, after all; you wouldn’t forget the night for a while, but you knew you wouldn’t learn a damn thing from his treatment of you from here on out.

His hand rubbed over your ass, sliding from the fold of his coat over you down to the curve of your thighs, mapping out the area he was intimately familiar with.

Even with the warning of his hand pulling from your skin, you let out a shocked gasp when his hand made contact with your ass, a crack of leather against skin reverberating around the silent room. Another crack joined the first one, a moan falling from your lips at the action.

“Already, bunny? That certainly was quick. Moaning over the only contact you’re given, pain.” The last word dripped with the familiarity of a lover, of a man who had inflicted enough to offer it freely, of a man who had been inflicted by too much pain in his life.

The next time his hand made contact with your skin, he held the flesh with a firm grasp, the pain quickly intensifying. Your groan was choked, and if you’d been standing, you knew your knees would have given out. The next hit was a mirror of his previous; holding onto the other ass cheek with a painful grip.

“is this what you wanted from me? A bit of attention, however negative it might be?” Your head nodded against your arms, shame blooming. Any attention would do from him, so long as you were his focal point. With how often he was yours, you could only rationalize it as a fair play.

His hand left your ass only to connect again, his grip only that much more painful. Your head pressed into your arms, trying and failing to keep the couple tears that had escaped from showing. Maxim knew how to pluck all of the restraints clear from your head, making each hesitation vanish until you were nothing more than his.

“Give me your wrists.” The command entered your head with nowhere to land, jumbling into the fog of your head. When you didn’t move, his hand took one wrist and turned it to rest on your back. You were quick to mirror the action with your other arm. His hand wrapped around both of them to pin them against your skin, under the long back of the coat. You knew the long arms of the coat were brushing against his hands, only reminding him of your gaffe, of your misstep in the rules.

You realized just why he’d made the choice when his hand connected again, effectively holding you from sliding at the contact. Your gasp rang in the room as the hit rang through too intensely.

It wouldn’t have taken a smart man to realize just why you squirmed, thighs almost pushing together, almost trying to find a source of friction.

Your efforts were rewarded with a leather finger slipping between your folds, finding a slick wetness. His finger brushed against your clit, that wave of pleasure you’d been looking for shot straight to your spine.

“What is this? I thought this was a punishment for your digressions. I thought you were supposed to learn something from this.” His tone was achingly teasing, cocky in an infuriating way. his body shifted just slightly on the bed, and when he returned to his previous position, you felt the familiar pressure of his cane against your thighs. The cool stripe wasn’t going to stay so for long, you knew that with a fact.

“Perhaps I shouldn't spare the rod.” The line, growled, landed just right in your mind, head quickly nodding in excitement. Maxim knew just how to play you, after all. Just like the slaps of his hand, the slice of pain on your thighs ricocheted through your body, gasping softly in pleasure at each of his strikes. Cries fell from your lips as you started to lose track of each additional hit.

“Your sounds are always so beautiful,” he suddenly praised, a contrast just enough to ripple through your body. The next stripe against your thighs forced another gasp, and a hum from him. “Just like that.”

“Sir…” The title was the only thing that you could possibly find in your head, pain and pleasure sliding through your body. Submission beat down your walls with each strike, his ministrations turning you into little more than a whimpering mess with a wetness between your legs.

A single bead of liquid traced its way down your nose, dripping off as you tensed in his hands. In that second, you weren’t entirely sure if it was a tear of pain or if it was a drop of aroused sweat.

“No, you were doing so very well being pliant for me.” You felt his hand tighten on your wrists again, cutting through the soft skin to tighten on bone. Your hands fell lax in the only way of submission you could manage, brushing against the sleeve’s hem on your other arm. “Do be quiet and shut up again for me.”

Your eyes snapped closed, and you quickly nodded. You could be quiet for him, as he wished you to be. You could be good for Maxim, slipping back to the wordless noises that had been falling from your lips for him. The strikes of his cane were enough to make you forget every word in your mind, anyway.

With one final strike from his cane, your cry finally let out a trail of pain, mingled deeply in the midst of the lust. You felt him shift enough to set his cane to the side, always so caring of the object. You whimpered at the sudden realization the punishment was done, even though you were certain your body couldn’t take too much more from him.

Your wrists were freed suddenly, and without any way to support yourself, you started to fall into the mattress on the other side of him. You were saved by his hand, no longer covered by leather, catching your chest, and pulling you back. The rough treatment mostly over, his hands guided your still pliant body to rest on his legs, knees on either sides of his hips, and chests pressed together. The air around you seemed to trick you into a small bubble of Maxim, his presence the only thing surrounding you. His fingers played over the edges of the marks he’d just given your thighs, trailing along the abused flesh almost with reverence.

“Did you learn your lesson, bunny?” His silken words promised a violence you’d love to feel more of tonight, but your head nodded as what you realized were tears fell from your eyes. Even if you wanted more, you couldn’t take it. “Good. You did so well for me.” One of his fingers traced a raised welt to find your core, two fingers slipping into you without any resistance. “Do you think you did well enough I should take care of you?” His question made confusion bloom in your head, a cloud passing between rational thought and desires. Instead of trying to find the words he’d so easily stole from you, your lips dared a press of a kiss, to the skin shown over his collarbone. It was just a timid peck, an effort to show submission without words, just as he’d demanded of you earlier. He started to massage your walls, curving his fingers in sensitive places with a whisper of pleasure.

One of his fingers trapped the lining of the coat against one of the welts, the sensation of smooth fabric ripping through tender flesh. It was the barest bit of affection you’d get in this, and it was a nectar you drank in.

“Open my pants.” The three words were whispered in your ear, trailing over your skin in a shiver. You were quick to reach between you both. Leather of his belt, another element of his outfits that was familiar with your body, was pulled open, then you popped the button of his pants to reach the zipper. Careful not to catch him, you felt each tooth of the zipper open, shaking through the bone. His next instructions were given in the exact same manner.

“Good. Now take me out.” Your fingers slipped into his pants, daring a quick drag of your fingers against his cock. Your lip was caught by your teeth as you pulled him from his confines, a soft sigh falling from his lips at the contact. His fingers curved into your g spot, grinding direct pleasure into you. But it was gone too quickly for you, his cock pressing into you slickly, finding an all too familiar home in you.

Your forehead pressed against his shoulder, trying to nearly smother yourself with him.

“Breathe with me, bunny.” It wasn’t until his words that you realized you were merely puffing breaths against his shoulder, gasps mixing into them. Your eyes tightened closed, and you let your lungs match the rise and fall of his chest. As effectively as he was surrounding you, it didn’t take too much work for you to do so; his hands pressing and running over your skin, his scent the only thing in your nose, and his skin the only thing in the slit of vision you allowed yourself.

You felt his hands urging your legs around his waist, carefully shifting you on his cock as he pulled you into another position. He stood carefully, allowing more of him to slip into you.

The cold of the wall he pushed you to was muted by the wool around your shoulders and his, that sensation not even enough to tamp the arousal in your body only he could control.

Maxim’s hand finally moved between you, sliding up your chest under the silk of his coat, still on you. His thumbs paused over your surgery scars, sliding over a sensitive spot he was more than familiar with. The ridge was focused on for just a few moments longer than you wanted, your hips demanding movement with a press into him as much as you could manage. A roll, anything to help the fire in you.

“Calm yourself, bunny.” The slight reproach in his tone was enough for you to still, the confidence that you always wanted to tear from him only compounding the instruction. “I haven’t even used my mouth on you.” His hand shifted over your smooth pectoral, resting on your shoulder, thumb resting just at the base of your throat. A promise, and a threat that was obvious. It was the most basic instruction he’d given thus far; don’t move.

The threat was nearly forgotten when he  bent his head down to steal the spot his thumb just had been, his hips sliding out and into you at last. But it was a torturous pace, one that only whispered when you needed a scream.

“Please.” The plea fell in a whimper, need vibrating through your body. You needed the strength he’d just used on you, impatience riling you up further.

“If you’re not careful, I’ll have to punish you again for begging.” Despite the threat, you knew he’d never. He enjoyed your slips of control too much to ever endeavor to punish you for it. The need, unable to be controlled, your desire only for him. You couldn’t tell if it was his teeth biting a constellation into you, or his cock, suddenly quickening its pace, that made you cry out first.

You could tell you were dripping with each thrust he offered you, wetness audible between you. Maxim’s cock fit every spot inside you that needed to be hit, singing pleasure into your body without much needed extra effort. It only reinforced just how much of your immediate world was swallowed by the sorcerer in front of you, a man of magic and power.

One who was pulling fire into your veins and static into your head.

With the slightest slip of his hand, you felt his fingers pressing into your carotid artery. The sudden lack of air made your body soar to a new height, hips suddenly bucking against his.

“There we are.” The only thing on your mind now was the thought of him finishing in you, even despite the pleasure you needed to find. He’d infected you too thoroughly to help it; anything he could want was his to take from you.

“Find your finish, my dear bunny. I need to feel you cum on my cock.” The permission was all you needed after his work, finishing on him with a surge of wetness. The sudden rush of air from his hand moving only made the waves continue until your legs were tight around him, trying to keep him buried deep in you. His hip’s movements, stuttering into you as he finished, only barely registered in your head. You couldn’t keep him still if you’d been in your right mind, allowing him seconds to fuck into you easily.

He didn’t even wait for you to catch your breath before you were pulled into his arms, moved to the bed he’d just had you laid over for a punishment.

Maxim’s hands were gentle as he pulled his coat from your body, taking a second to hang it up with the one on his shoulders, only to find his way back to the mattress holding onto you. It wasn’t every day that Maxim would stay, his study often calling his attention from you.

It was clear that tonight, you needed him. He could tell by the jump of your body when his hand moved to your hip, curling into your own body.

Maxim’s hand pulled the covers back, sliding them under your smaller body before once again returning them to cover your body.

You tried to convince yourself that you’d be fine with your own warmth under the sheets, that if he decided his attention was needed elsewhere, you’d at least wait to cry your heart out until you heard the door latch closed.

You felt his hand slide from your waist to your stomach, pulling you to his side of the bed, and slotting your back against his chest. You felt his thighs pull up to press against the raw flesh of your thighs. You were once again in a world of just Maxim and you, your bodies pressed together as they should be.

“Did you learn your lesson, bunny?” His words were soft, lips pressing to your neck with gentle pressure.

“Yes.” Having spent too much time not talking, the word was hoarse. “No more taking your coats without your permission.”

“Good.” You felt a hand on the top of your thigh, gentle ministrations to remind you that he was still there for you, that his body was against you. “Fall asleep. I'll keep you safe.” The words stuck, the promise already settled. Maxim would keep you safe; he wouldn’t allow you to be found by any harm.

You weren’t entirely sure what you had with Maxim was love. That was something too foreign to either of you to actually ring true in your relationship. You knew you had a deeper connection, at the very least, and you were certain that his arms was the only place that you would be able to figure out just what that connection spoke of.

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[sugareey-makes-stuff]

Happy birthday to @yourtokentrophywife, a fellow snek! Here’s a fortune cookie and a rec list to celebrate how awesome Sam is! I am so glad to have Sam as a friend because she has been such a Flintwood inspiration! Let’s be honest, I’ve poked at this ship on and off for years. I definitely wanted to read more fics with Marcus and Oliver, but I wasn’t even sure if there were any more active creators for this ship, tbh. When I found Sam’s work though, I became instantly hooked. She’s a brilliant writer who knows her characters really well. She has all sorts of ideas and everything down to the tee. Sam has such a way of writing Marcus and Oliver that’s believable, from the push and pull of their rivalry and UST to their teasing and ridiculous banter. I was sold on their dynamic because they have a constant buzz of energy whenever they’re around each other, and that’s from reading Sam’s fics. Her puns, lines and smut are all Chef’s Kiss. So clever, so smooth and the way Marcus and Oliver go at each other (as rivals to lovers) is on fire. They’re hot, sexy and pure magic. Whenever I want to read fic and I’m looking for these vibes, I'll go back and reread Sam’s Flintwood fics since they scratch that itch. Also, did you know Sam draws? I love it when writers dabble in art too! Her Flintwood art makes me grin, just like her writing. I love this footballer piece (and she has more drawings in this Flintwood Challenge 2021 post). If you want to dive into Flintwood, here are my favourite Sam fics to get you started: >> Boyfriend (E, 4.8k): Summary: Oliver wants a boyfriend for the off-season. Alternatively: Angelina is a bad-ass, gorgeous woman who sees through Oliver's bullshit. I love this fic because Oliver’s PoV on what he thinks he wants and what he actually wants is just so him. What an over-thinker (but then again, I don’t blame him!). Lots of denial of feelings, delicious smut, and of course his friends see everything before Oliver finally gives in and accepts that maybe the thing he has with Marcus is actually something more.  >> The Keeper and the Key (E, 3k): Summary: The morning of Marcus’ twenty-seventh birthday becomes a rather horrid affair, much to his surprise. It really sets the scene for Marcus’ PoV since we get an insight on his family and Pureblood politics. It’s super in character of him to think of what he has with Oliver as some sort of arrangement and nothing more (lies and insecurity, of course!). And the dry humour in this makes this worth the read. Such a fun fic, and the typical miscommunication and banter is spot-on. >> The Inked Snitch (also includes Blaise/Neville, T, 23.9k): Summary:  While Oliver’s quidditch days may be over, his quidditch supply shop is near perfection. Perhaps he’s a little lonely and a tad sheltered too, but Oliver would much rather keep to himself than have his heart broken. That’s not too much to ask for is it? Though when a magical tattoo shop opens up next door, Oliver’s in for a lot of surprises, including bad flirting, third-wheeling and the return of an old rival.    If you want some feelings, this fic has a lot of it. I think this is the first Flintwood fic I read where Marcus and Oliver are seriously working through their shit and they are trying to establish themselves as people beyond athletes. And OMG, the ridiculous amount of terrible flirting that happens between Blaise and Neville is hilarious. Such precious idiots in love. Not saying that Marcus and Oliver aren’t idiots in love either. They definitely are. >> ALSO: I am finnnallllyyy starting, Big Brutes and Frappuccinos (E, 20.5k, mind the tags), since it’s almost done, and well, who doesn’t love a good football AU with UST? There’s some Parkweasel in there too, which I’m also a fan of. Summary: Marcus Flint plays for West Ham and he's absolutely fine with being the most violent player in the league. He's twenty-six and got a good ten years left of play in him. Nothing can ever come between him and the game. Then Oliver Wood, keeper for Queens Park Rangers, makes an appearance in his life. Oliver's his childhood rival, he's openly gay and he has an addiction to sugary drinks from Starbucks. Oh, and he's gorgeous. Not that Marcus is some shirtlifter or anything. I usually see a lot of hockey or rugby AUs with these two, so it’s definitely a treat when I do find a footballer AU. Really fun so far! Let me know what y’all think if you’re reading/have read this fic. Check out more of Sam’s work, and let her know how much you love her contributions for keeping Flintwood alive! Sam, thanks for being a super star, and I hope your day is fantastic!

#yourtokentrophywife #happy birthday #flintwood #flintwood is still alive #hp fanfic #hp fanart #spicy #read at your own risk #rec lists #fic recs #origami #lettering #friends with bdays #sugareey does lettering #sugareey makes origami #sugareey recs things #fandom friends

[kyratittyfish]

I posted 316 times in 2022

That's 316 more posts than 2021!

54 posts created (17%)

262 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@commander-krios

@miniature-space-hamster

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I tagged 225 of my posts in 2022

Only 29% of my posts had no tags

#mass effect - 97 posts

#jeff joker moreau - 73 posts

#commander shepard - 31 posts

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#5

Between the End and the Beginning - WIP snippet

slowly but steadily, this fic is coming along! Writing this is probably the only thing keeping me sane as I study for the last exam of my university career :D Here's a snippet from the 'Aftermath' chapter. Hope you like it!

It was a comforting sensation, the warmth of the blankets and the sight of the stars, and he embraced it, along with the sweet -if brief- thoughtlessness that came with it. 

Outside the reinforced glass, millions of shimmering dots speckled the absolute blackness, their faint lights nowhere near enough to break through the dark emptiness of the cosmos. And so many light-years between each of them. Here among the stars, it was easy to feel lost and insignificant, a fading particle of dust against the endless expanse of time and space. All his life so far, and all the life he had yet to live, mattered next to nothing to the vastness of the universe. And why would it? His mere decades were less than droplets in an endless ocean compared to the eons and eons of a star’s lifetime.

Once, this thought would have scared the crap out of him. Tonight, however, Jeff found it oddly reassuring. The stars didn’t care about his struggles. They’d seen much worse and they were still there, eternal and unmovable. 

He wished he had one ounce of their stoic indifference. 

But no. Life rolled a 1 on mindfulness and gave me crippling anxiety instead. 

He slid down the bed, turning on his right side to face the window, and readjusted the pillows and blankets until he was swaddled in them like a soft cocoon and the soothing heat almost reached his heart. 

A few constellations seemed familiar - Is this Decoris? Nah, the relay’s on the wrong side - and he slipped a hand out of his bedspread wrapping to trace the pattern of stars on the cold glass. 

If this is Farinata, that means we jumped from the Charon relay straight to Antaeus and we’re now in the Hades Gamma cluster. It made sense - the sector was crossed by the Anansi-Ishtar trading route, and its heavy mercantile traffic made it the ideal place for ships wishing to cover their traces. Even assuming his conclusions were right, though, the new information gave him no insight into where the Cerberus cruiser was taking him. It was still a pastime good as any to keep his mind occupied, at least.

He followed a few more paths, running the tip of his index finger on the smooth surface of the window to connect planets, stars, moons and relays.

Fortuna. Nephron. Enoch. Hydra.

With every line, every dot, his eyelids became heavier and recalling systems harder. 

Micah. Illium. Omega.

He was already asleep before he could name Alchera.

11 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

#4

Can I prompt a little fic maybe, Shepard having a nightmare or flashback and being comforted by Joker? :D

Sure, prompts are always welcome! Anyway, this "little fic" turned into a 4.4k words story, hope you like it!here

Read it on Ao3

Read it on ff.net

Burns like a forest fire

The undergrowth was soft and damp under Shepard’s bare feet. The air was crisp and felt pleasantly chilly on her cheeks, and a gentle breeze carried around the scent of pines and dew-splashed grass.

She put one hand forward and let the sunlight paint a play of lights on her skin, casting shadows of the thousand branches, leaves, and bird nests separating her from the light blue sky above, shielding her from the galaxy and all her fights and obligations.

She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so relaxed: the quiet was so deep and serene, it saturated the atmosphere, soaked through her skin and bones and muscles. It reached the depths of her own soul and made her forget everything that wasn’t this, and now. Come to think of it… how did she end up there?

I suppose it doesn’t matter all too much; she muttered to herself. I’d better enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts.

She could hear the gurgling sound of water flowing in the distance- a stream, perhaps? Or maybe a small waterfall? Curious, she decided to investigate: was there a more perfect place than a forest creek to sit down in the shade and enjoy the nice weather? The murmur seemed to come from her left, so that’s where she headed.

She walked for a few minutes, or maybe longer- she had no way to tell without her omnitool. Did I forget to wear it when I got out of bed this morning? This wasn’t like her but then again, she’d been under an immense amount of pressure lately and she was still human after all.

Step by step, as she got closer to its source, the noise grew louder masking the chirping above and the buzzing of insects below her…

Until it suddenly stopped.

Even the bird had ceased singing, and the wind blew through the fronds without making a sound.

What is happening?

Did she go deaf all of a sudden? Maybe her cybernetics were malfunctioning- I should ask Chakwas or Miranda to take a look at them.

She took a step forward, and the crunching of dead leaves under her feet broke the silence.

This is strange.

At least her ears were still working.

A shiver ran down the back of her neck all the way to her fingertips, making the fine hair over her arms raise to attention. She looked up to study the thick curtain of clouds obscuring the sun, dark gray spots looming above her through the trees.

How is that possible? It was sunny up a few moments ago…

Something else felt off about her surroundings, and it wasn’t just the unnatural silence. Had the canopy of threes been that autumnal reddish-brown hue all along? She seemed to recall vibrant shades of green coloring the branches and flowers littering the verdant grass under her feet. Now a carpet of moss and fallen foliage gave way under her feet.

A few white specks started littering her vision, falling slowly to the ground from above, a few of them finding their resting place in her hair. Was that… snow?

I need to get away from here.

Shepard quickened her pace, despite having no idea of where she was going - she supposed moving in any direction at all was better than spending another minute in that unpredictable forest. She stumbled over a sharp rock and hissed in pain- why was she barefoot in the woods, anyway?

It wasn’t completely silent anymore, she realized. The pounding of her heartbeat and the creaking of the dead twigs snapping at each step almost covered the distant sound of…

Voices?

“Is somebody here? Can you hear me?”

Shepard was running now, but the whispers were all around her. They echoed beyond the leafless trees, reaching up to the sky above the bare branches that were waving towards the dark clouds like thousands of arms desperately begging for salvation.

Whoever they were, they were coming closer. And, she realized with horror, they were calling her name.

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14 notes - Posted May 6, 2022

#3

Fics masterlist

You can find me on Ao3 as tittyFish (yeah, I know, my username is awesome), or on ff.net as StargazerKyra.

I hope you enjoy reading my fics as much as I loved writing them!

Space monkeys and space trees

One of Hackett's errands has Shepard climbing up a tree to go after a pyjack. set during ME1.

read on tumblr | Ao3 | ff.net

Of fish and fireplaces

In which Shepard is a terrible fish owner, EDI is a snitch, and Joker can't deal with compliments. Set during ME3.

read on tumblr | Ao3 | ff.net

Doctor's orders

Joker has a string of bad luck that lands him in the med bay. Luckily, Doctor Chakwas is there to take on her unofficial ship mom role. Set during ME3.

read on | Ao3 | ff.net

Burns like a forest fire

During the events of ME3, Shepard is plagued by nightmares. After a particularly horrific one, Joker tries to comfort her, but the Commander's walls are hard to tear down. Set during ME3.

read on tumblr | Ao3 | ff.net

Thunderstruck

A cabin in the woods, a warm couch, cuddles, a fluffy dog, and no Reapers in sight: Shepard and Joker’s post war happily ever after is looking as relaxing as ever. Until natural forces add to the mix, that is.

Read on tumblr | Ao3

…and a drink with two umbrellas

The last time Alexandra Shepard and Joker tried to have a fun, relaxing night out, they were almost killed by her evil clone. They deserve a proper dinner date to make up for that fiasco. Hopefully, this time it'll be a less eventful one. Written for the ShepardSummer2022 exchange.

Read on Ao3

Between the end and the beginning

It was supposed to be a simple patrol run, but life is never that simple. Death, unfortunately, often is. After Alchera, Joker knows it all too well. But sometimes, death is not the end and life gets a second chance. Follow Joker as he deals with the consequences of the Collectors attack on the Normandy SR1, and eventually finds a new beginning.

Chapter 1: Mayday. An unknown enemy takes down the SR1, and Commander Angela Shepard with it. Read on Ao3

Chapter 2: Choices. Dr Chakwas receives an unexpected visit, and an alarming phone call. Read on Ao3

Chapter 3: Aftermath. As they deal with the consequences of the previous night events, Chakwas makes Joker an offer he can't refuse. Read on Ao3

Chapter 4: Roots. After joining Cerberus, Joker spends some time with his family. Read on Ao3

Chapter 5: Steps. Frustration and doubts pile up as Joker goes through the intense medical treatment Cerberus has planned for him. Doctor Chakwas is determined to show him her support. Read on Ao3

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

15 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#2

Hello everyone!

I’ve been rather silent for the past month or so- to make a long story short, October started with a new job as a teacher, went on with a close encounter of the awful kind with Covid, and ended with me being accepted into a PhD program.

But I’m back, and with news: after months of work, I’m proud to announce I’m finally publishing my first multi-chapter fic ever, Between The End And The Beginning.

I posted snippets, I’ve raved about it… and now it’s finally here, so enjoy the read!

A special thanks to my muses @painterofhorizons and @commander-krios (who also did an amazing work as a beta reader), and to @spaced0lphin cause of course this fic will eventually evolve into pure Shoker, and the HatBoy mod has provided the best inspiration for it.

18 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This post is for anyone participating in the ShepardSummer2022 exchange.

Since the organizer hasn’t been able to keep up with the exchange, I’m taking over the gift reveal process.

Unfortunately, I don’t have access to the list of participants and matches- if you’re participating (either as a giftee/gifter or as a treat creator), please fill this form so that I can begin the gift reveal process as soon as possible.

Also, it’d greatly help if you could share this post so that it can reach as many exchange participants as possible!

Thank you!

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19 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

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[arttrampbelle]

Hobie Brown/Spiderpunk self ship asks

I tried to make some self ship hcs n answer some ask game stuff.

Hobie is a new f/o so bear with me. I'm still working on things in the writing. And i haven't done any spiderman stuff in a while. I only know so much of him particularly. But from what i could gather and what mutuals told me. I think i got him down decently. Also he reminds me hella of my irl s/o. So theres that too.

I also just don't want people to come at me or be toxic or unnecessarily mean. I already dealt with that before with marvel fans. I dont wanna go thru that again.

But i still wanna enjoy the characters. So I'm trying to just stay in my lane,enjoy the character and write what i wanna write. Idgaf if its not "canon" . And i haven't seen the movie yet(look i will just bear with me ok? I haven't been able to)

Some things are tba because i haven't come up with something as of yet.

New self ship tag is

❤🇬🇧🌹Webs n roses🌹🇬🇧💙

(Cuz i couldn't think of anything else,and it sounded good enough)

Anyways i hope you like these.

Cw:may have hints at smut or nsfw content. Fluff. Hella fluff.

💙🇬🇧❤🇬🇧💙🇬🇧❤🇬🇧💙🇬🇧❤🇬🇧💙🇬🇧❤🇬🇧💙

• Star- Does your F/O do anything to calm you when you're upset?: hobie will try to talk it out. Straight up. He doesn't bullshit with that. If you're not feeling good he'll be there to comfort and or help me out. Whatever is needed at the time. He knows hugs and talking it through with me and giving me a space to let go is what is best. But if i need to scream and let it out,he blasts some of his fave "let that shit go" music.

• Planet- What about your F/O drew you to them? Was it their personality? Their looks? Their story? Something else?: ok look hobie is down my alley. He's my jam to my butter. Everything down to a T. Speaking of which. He reminds me so damn hard of my irl bae. But just British flavored. Fr. 💖💕

• Galaxy- What do you and your F/O do when one of you is homesick?: he'll try to make something homemade that reminds me of home. And I'll try to make him an art piece that helps remind him. 💖

• Black Hole- Have you ever had a strange dream about your F/O? : he's a very very recently acquired f/o so not yet.

• White Dwarf- Do you and your F/O have any plans for the future, big or small?: currently just living bro. Living life. What happens,happens.

• Moon- What's something your F/O does that never fails to make you happy?: makes me playlists. 🥺💕

• Solar Wind- Does your F/O have any skills they like to show off?: besides the sick ass guitar skils? Nothing special. Maybe his patchwork and suit work mostly.

• Neutron Star- Describe something silly you've done with your F/O: taking funny pics. Making memes. Drawing funny doodles of each other. Him Sending random pics saying "dis you luv? >:p <3)

• Quasar- Open ended! Gush as much as you want about your F/O, anything you want to talk about is fair game: ok ok ok ok. Look. I'm just now getting back into spiderman. I only know a very lottle a out hobie brown spiderpunk. I only know from what my sibling has told me. And only know thru osmosis from friends. So please. Please. Please don't come for me. Dont be an asshole. I've already gotten harrassment from marvel fans before i DO NOT WANT THAT EVER AGAIN plz. And i already seen some bigots and oof people in the tags so im trying to avoid that like the plague. I just wanna love on hobie in peace. Thank you.

1.Sommelier: If you were to describe your f/o in terms of flavors, what flavors would you assign them and why? (Ex.: citrusy, savory, minty, etc.): like a nice homemade,homely type thing. Like a homemade soft baked bread. Dark molasses bread. With natural butter. And strawberry and BlackBerry jam. Either that or a home made hazelnut chocolate chip cookie. Sweet but not overly. Like a bitter dark chocolate or a very very tart fruity flavor. Or a thick chili sauce that has kick to it. Either way bold,smooth,slightly sweet and always always homemade with love or small business owned.

2. Appellation: If possible, look up and tell us the meaning of your f/o's name + tell us if you feel it reflects your f/o in any way (those of you with OC f/os, It's your time to shine ;)): that im not sure. I have to again fresh up on my spider lore.

3. Izod: How tough is your f/o? Have they ever reached their breaking point and if so, what happened and how did they pick themselves back up afterwards + how did you help them through this time?: again i have to fresh up on my spider lore.

4. Teeter-totter: How playful is your f/o? How do they like to have fun? What makes them laugh and let loose? What's their favorite card/board/video game?: hobie is very playful. Cheeky little shit. He loves to game,but he loves retro games. Listen to music. Have a few drinks and maybe if he feels like it. Smoke a bit.

5. Panache: How confident is your f/o? What makes them feel confident- an outfit? A cologne/perfume? How do you like to make them feel confident and how do they like to boost your confidence?: he was born cool. Srry. Like hobie built up confidence. And he hates seeing me hard on myself. So he tries his best to help me build that up. Sometimes he'll say "just do it luv. Nobody does you like you. And what's sexier and more fucking radical than being yourself?" 💕 either that or he'll say "stop bein hard on yaself. Or do i have to get out that sunshine meself?" Then proceeds to tickle or tease me because he's like that. The cute bastard.

6. Luxe: What is your f/o's idea of luxury? If they had enough money, what would they spend it on?: "luxurious is fer the suits *belch*" honestly if he did. He'd give it all back to the community or help out at a shelter or something equivalent. Hardly would ever keep it for himself. Either that or put it to grassroot organizations to help spread awareness and help people.

7. Resonance: Describe your f/o's voice; if you don't have an audio reference, tell me what your f/o's voice sounds like to you. Feel free to break out the similies and metaphors!: from what i Heard a cockney accent and is heavy British. And unapologetically black. And im fucking here for it.

8. Bauble: Does your f/o like to collect anything? If not, do they own something that brings them immense joy and satisfaction- if so, tell us about it!: guitar picks. Bottle caps. Sometimes if he doesn't use them or they get too worn or break for some reason. He'll repurpose them into jewelry,art,or decorations.

9. Doughty: Tell us about a moment your f/o showed extreme bravery and determination in the face of something dangerous or just really challenging. What motivated them to be brave? How does your f/o encourage you to be brave?: again lore problem. But as for helping me sometimes he'll take me on patrol if he knows it's gonna be a chill night. But ONLY if it's a chill night. Not to say he won't let me help him on missons or anything. He can and would. But he wouldn't ever pressure me either. If i really feel like it. He will gear me up Properly.

10. Vociferous: What are some things your f/o is passionate about? Why are they passionate about these things? Do you share their passions? How likely are they to get into a debate over their passions?: ANTI ESTABLISHMENT. But fr tho. He's punk. Spiderpunk. He's acab. He's against corruption,fucked up authority/if any at all. But most of all. Music and self Expression. Of all kinds. Art. Music. Books. History. Real history. You name it.

1.Pop — What's the sweetest or nicest thing your f/o has done for you?: made me a dress. A whole dress. Made up of various materials. And maybe a stolen(ish) dress(it was gonna be throw away because it had one tiny tear in it) from some basic ass high priced store. Sewed it up. Added patchwork,studs,etc. And a matching leather jacket and denim purse. With pockets too. All made with love. But most of all he did it just because. Not wanting anything out of it. Tho....he did get a thank you kiss from me. 💋🥰

2. Rock — What's something you and your f/o are proud of each other for?: the fact despite the bullshit. We stand strong. And the fact i get along with other spooderpeeps.

3. Folk — What's something funny your f/o has done or said, or a moment that has made you laugh?: honestly it would probably be the most cheeky,corney thing but he'd make it sound so smooth. His sarcasm is legendary.

4. Punk — How do you and your f/o enjoy spending time together?: chillin,sometimes snuggle while listening to music. Sometimes with clothes,not all the time. But sometimes all you need is a big ol t shirt,some good ass pizza,a blunt,your honey,and a funny movie.

5. Jazz — What are some sweet or nice nicknames you and your f/o have for one another?: for me hobie calls me "sugarplum,honey,honeydew,luv,doe,doll(only when he's mad at me),peach,babe,baby,kittycat,kitten,catscratch,queen bitch(affectionate),ms.belle(when he's being sassy),kristabelle(when he's being super sweet),rosie(in songs mostly),lovey dovey(only if he's being seriously romantic),and beautiful" as for me i mostly call him "hobie(i like his name),hobs,spoodz,punki,bb,baby,honey,bae" that's pretty straightforward.

6. Indie — What makes you and your f/os bond so special/what is your favorite part of the bond you two share?: honestly our love of being free spirits and loving life no matter what. Also dreaming and trying to make the world a better place to live the best way we can with what we can to the best of our ability. Our love and passion for music and art. History and knowledge.

7. Rap — What do you and your f/o do together that makes y'all happy/excited?: honestly i do love the nights he can take me out swinging with him. It helped me get over my fear of heights.

8. Metal — Is your f/o more of the soft and sweet type, or goofy and outspoken type?: outspoken,unapologetic,sweet,rebellious,creatively driven,genuine and honest to a fault.

9. Musicals — What colors/sounds/scents remind you and your f/o of one another?: dark blue,deep red,dark purples,silver n gold and blacks,sounds of metal clinging,guitars and amp sounds,the smell of leather,canna,sandalwood and patchouli. And the sound of a motorcycle engine. The feel of patchwork and stitches.

10. Gaming tracks — What is a core memory or a memory you will never forget with your f/o?: our 2nd date. Sure first date was nice. But the 2nd date. Thats where it hit. Dancing and jamming out in an abandoned warehouse. I think it was near a dock? There was a recently thrown out mattress he found. We laid there for hours taking in the moment. Enjoying each others company. Like nothing else mattered. For a small short moment. He didn't have to worry. And neither did i. Those moments are brief,but worth it every time we can get it. There may or may not have been a make out sesh as well with the jamming sesh. But you know.

1.Vanilla- What's something you do with your f/o that makes you feel at peace?: honestly just vibing. We dont have to do much. Hell we can just do nothing. And yet i would love every moment.

2. Chocolate- How long have you known your f/o?: (new blorbo,new f/o. So I'm working on a backstory still)

3. Strawberry- What's a memory you two share that makes you smile no matter what?: honestly any and every moment. But those two above the dress n the 2nd date is the best. Oh and him moving into my loft flat/apartment.

4. Mint Chip- What's something that you disagree with your f/o on?: not much. Again hobie reminds me a bit of my IRL signficant other. My irl fiance. (My bby trey 🥺) so i kinda know the deal somewhat. Anything we disagree on may be a method we do things but we never hold that against each other nor stop each other. Im not his keeper. I'd feel the same probably with hobie too. So he's his own man,he can make his own decisions. As long as he's safe and touches base if he can. Im good. Reassurance is what i need. Hobie's got plenty

5. Cookie Dough- What's yours and your f/os' love languages?: honestly i feel like words of affirmation and physical touch is hobies. Gift giving only if its meaningful,useful,or from the heart or homemade. Quality time is something precious to either of us so we take what we can get. Acts of service are kinda automatic for both of us so it's a given. Im hella about acts of service and parallel play n vibing together.

6. Moose Tracks- What does a typical night in look like for you two?: well after a night patrol,he'll come into the loft. Usually thru the ceiling window or thru the side door 2nd exit near the pantry in the kitchen. But rarely he'll use the front door. If he does....some bad or really really good news is probably gonna be put down. He'll climb into bed and snuggle next to me. Sometimes he'll take off his spiderduds but sometimes not. Sometimes he'll straight up crash. Day patrols are done in shifts. And not always guaranteed to stay during any lunch dates we have. But thats the part of being a spiderpunks ol lady i guess. Lol. But the special nights,days,or moments. We'll take a whole day to ourselves. And if any other spidermen are in the area. He'll give them a heads up first. To take this one.

7. Cherry- Who does the cooking and who does the cleaning?: we both do. Aint no gender roles. Only cinnamon rolls.

8. Salted Caramel- How long did it take for you to realize you liked your f/o? Or vice versa, how long did it take them to say something if they spoke up first?: honestly i think we might hit it off good. Tho again i hc we didn't really really hit it off till the 2nd date. And by the 3rd date....well....yeah. it was obvious and official.

• Who makes the other blush all the time and who finds it adorable?: fucking hobie and his stupid cute face. *blush angy*  hobie: "awww what's the matt 'er belle? Did 'chu miss me that much?" *kiss kiss*  (nah but i feel he would be easy to tease me its not that hard to rile me up playfully)

• Who sings in the shower?:  honestly we both do be he blasts music in the shower. Sometimes we'll both sing.

• What would their song to each other be?: oooo thats a tough one. I might have to get back to you on that. I need to look at my music.

• Who embarrasses the other in public with kisses and pet names?: hobie. I do too but this man isn't phased....on the outside. Inside he's screaming and melting. Outside he's just smiling and egging me on and being a cutie nuisance and i love him sm for it.

• Who curses, and who reprimands the other for it?: neither, we encourage the fuck outta each other.

• What small quirks do they love about each other?: honestly he loves me as i am. All my quirks and my curves. The fact i gets spooked easy,my nose scrunches and even my cute pouty lip. The fact i stim with my hands,my hair,my squees when im excited. The fact my voice can go from growly deep bass to super light and cutesy. And my sass. Oh my sass.

• Who makes the other laugh more?: both of us.

• Who gets jealous easier?: neither. But if we do have those feels we talk about it. And are honest and sit with it. ONLY HEALTHY COMMUNICATION IN THIS HOUSE! It comes n it goes and we don't think nothing of it. We treat it healthy and let it be and not dwell on unnecessary shit.

• How did they know they were right for each other?: all i said was sevendust should have been more loved then they got and kurt Cobain was killed and was covered up and how the industry is a cold bitch. Also i was casually talking to miles about metal history of my fave bands and hobie came in and had eye wide and i swear you could hear his heart beat out his chest. Hobie chill its ok. 💀

• Who brings up the subject of kids first?: ok look we aint worried rn. But i did have that talk with him. But we don't want any rn. Mostly because you seen this economy?! Bro. I cant afford a mini me or a mini him. I can't do that irl. What makes you think fictional would be any better even in the most ideal. But maybe some day. But we aint broken up if we dont or cant.

• Who's adorable when they're sleepy, and who gets grumpy and irritable?: hobie: "dats you baby 😏💖"  me: "😒😤....🥺💕"

• Who's more protective?: both of us are but he's probably more so. Just a bit. Not smotheringly but just more aggressively. But in a respectful way?

• How do they express their feelings (Words, visual art, a song, etc.)?: music,art,etc.

• Where would they go on a 3am adventure?: to the nearest open food joint. But to get a bite,go to a rooftop. And sit me on his lap while he feeds me and talks about his day.

• Who has a hobby only the other knows about?: he knows about my plushie collection. He gets a bit annoyed sometimes but it makes me happy so he started making plushies for me and he surprises me with one every birthday.

• How do they hype each other up?: he screams "YOU GOT THIS BAAAABY! GO FUCKIN WRECK EM!" or something equivalent. But most of all he'll genuinely,and honestly gas me up. But expression in song and art is his fave way.

• Who picks flowers for the other?: we both do. Sometimes I'll make flower crowns. Hobie will wear them to rallies.

• Which one wears the "I'm with stupid" t-shirt?: hobie would but it would point to other spoodermen. Never his girl. I'd wear a goth clown shirt,band t, or a horror movie shirt more likely. Or some retro cartoon.

• Who's the better dancer?: i dunno. Maybe him but we thrash. Not dance.

• Who infodumps and who listens with heart eyes?: we both do. And it gets INTENSE

[ALARM JELLYFISH] ~ Has a time come when you and your F/O had to work with your enemies? If so, how did that go?: im not sure. We haven't encountered a situation with any roster as of yet personally. But as for life problems? Yeah. Ther eis no ethical consumption under capitalism. 😔. But as for a supervillain or some shit? Not yet. Hopefully we don't,but if we have to. I guess.

[BLOODYBELLY COMB JELLYFISH] ~ Are there any outfits of your F/O’s that you find… particularly strange?: not really. I think they are all cool.

[CRYSTAL JELLYFISH] ~ How does your F/O act in public? And in contrast, how do they act when they’re in private with you?: ok hobie doesn't hide shit from nobody. What ya see is what you get. Well....for the most part. The spooder identity kinda stays hidden but for good reason. But as for how he acts with me? Not really much difference. Outside of normal hero biz. He's same ol hobie 💖 tho he masks(i hc all spooders are neurodivernt. You can not convince me otherwise!)

[FRIED EGG JELLYFISH] ~ How does it go when you and your F/O try to cook together?: comforting af. I hc he cooks decent. He aint no five star chef or Gordon Ramsay. But he can cook a home meal. I know it sounds cliche but he does like fish n chips. But he makes it extra special for me as i like it extra crispy. I like to make breakfast for him. He does drink both coffee and tea but he likes black tea for mornings and oolong for nighttime to chill n vibe. Baking is a chaotic mess but worth it.

[GIANT PHANTOM JELLYFISH] ~ Do you and your F/O often flaunt your relationship, or do you tend to keep it hidden?: 50/50. People who know are close. People who aren't dont need to know. Simple.

[IMMORTAL JELLYFISH] ~ Do any deaths occur in your self-ship lore? Did you or your F/O have to save each other from death? Or is your lore free from risk?: again base lore not known yet. Gimme time. As for our relationship personally? Yeah plenty of times but that comes with the spooder. It's a feature.

[LION’S MANE JELLYFISH] ~ What is the height difference between you and your F/O?: he's canonly 6'3" . Im around 5'6ish. So yeah. HE TOL BEAN!

[MOON JELLYFISH] ~ If you had to compare your F/O to any sort of cosmic entity (planets, meteors/comets, stars, black holes, etc), what would you pick and why?: black hole sun,wont you come? Aaaannnd waash away the raaain. Oops sorry. I got carried away. Maybe a vlack hole,stars,and a distant nebula. Deep space.

[PINK COMB JELLYFISH] ~ How clingy would you say your F/O is?: not clingy. He's the right amount of cuddlebug and chill. He's extra cuddly tho when he has his down moments. But it's not always the most easy thing to deal with a sad hobie. Because he legit goes limp. You try picking up that tol bean of a spiderman to the bed or couch. Look i feel hobie gets hella numb,quiet and limp when sad,depresso,or just absolutely feels like shit. Like if he's feeling good,happy,or excited and pumped. He's hella expressive,smooth,open,and stims. Hands flapping,feet tapping,hugs hugs and more hugs,plays with his chain on his suit. Etc

[PINK MEANIE JELLYFISH] ~ Tell us all about why your F/O loves you! All about why you’re their special person!: hobie you should take this. Hobie: "kay luv. Ok the reason why i love er,is simple. I just do. I love her as she is mate. She's beautiful,clever,creative and a ball o' sunshine. She's got a lot of love in her heart and anyone who dares make little hen here cry. They'll answer to me." *cracks knuckles* . Thnx hobie. You're so sweet. ^-^ :3 <3. "Of course baby" *smooch*

[SEA WASP JELLYFISH] ~ If you’ve ever had moments where you felt invisible/insignificant, how has your F/O helped through them? How do you help your F/O through those moments?: yeah. He does help. But i feel everyone yells and is affectionately aggresive or uber supportive. Especially peter. Like good friend. Good man. Miles too.

[UPSIDE-DOWN JELLYFISH] ~ What’s your F/O’s favorite way to relax with you?: see above.

Adventurecore ~ If you could take your F/O anywhere in real life, where would you take them?: honestly a fucking metal concert. Because i honestly wanna go again. Fr. I haven't been to one in a long time now. I sad.

Barbiecore ~ Show us your favorite outfit that your F/O has worn!: tba

Bastardcore ~ Are there any “flaws” of your F/O that you find endearing?: honestly he's fucking flawless to me. But honestly im not sure of yet. Again new f/o.

Cabincore~ You and your F/O are enjoying a weekend in nature. How do you spend it?: picnic. Walking. Finding cool ass rocks to make stuff out of it.

Dazecore ~ What would you say is your F/O’s biggest passion (outside of you, of course )?: music and art. Making his own style n clothes. Standing up for whats right,the cause man. 100%

Expressionism ~ Describe to us exactly how your F/O makes you feel! Or, for a twist, describe how you make your F/O feel! Or do both!: i can't contain it in coherent words so keyboard smash. Afsjkflgllhlrofjgkhllhlhllslldlglgnsbbakslal. So yeah.

Femme Fatale ~ What, in your opinion, is your F/O’s greatest achievement?: again not sure yet. Lore,not found. Error.

Film Noir ~ Are there any questions about your F/O that you’d like to see their source answer?: tba

Groundcore ~ What would your F/O do if you became a worm?: put me in a garden and tend to the garden. Because he care. Call me wormybelle.

Hipness Purgatory ~ If your F/O drew you, how would it turn out?: i like to think abstract and epic. I love it. Look im an artist thru n thru. I love all forms (cept when its used for corporate greed n that bullshit. Because yeah)

Internet Academia ~ How did you discover your F/O or their source?: i was always a spiderman fan. (Namely venom and spidermans villain roster) but the more people talked about hobie. Im like omfg he's exactly my type.

Joyride ~ How would a road trip with your F/O, friends/associates, and you go?: chaotic,epic,fun af.

Kidcore ~ Tell us about the earliest memory you can remember with your F/O!: tba

Lo-Fi ~ Let’s say your F/O is up late working on something. How do you support them, or how do you get them to go to bed?: i have to drag him. I swear he does that on purpose.

Nintencore ~ Create a Pokémon team for your F/O!: i can't be bothered to remember all the pokemon names. So plz dont attack me :'3

Petcore ~ What animal reminds you of your F/O?: besides a spider. Maybe a cat or a snake. Like a ball python.

Red Academia ~ What’s your favorite fun-fact about your F/O?: tba

Sleepycore ~ What is it like going to bed with your F/O? How do they sleep?: comforting af. He'll wrap himself close around me. He's tol so he'll be engulfing me. He likes to have white noise to sleep. A fan or something equivalent. And honestly same.

• Queen - ‘39: If you could tell your F/O any one thing, across the barriers of reality and fiction, what would you tell them? Would it be advice, reassurance, or something else?: i love you,stay safe,and fucking acab. Im a simple woman.

• Oingo Boingo - Out of Control: If your F/O could tell you any one thing, what do you think they would want you to know?: that he's doing good. And i mean that in all the areas. Mental,physical,spiritual,emotional. All that. Other than that he tells me what he needs to tell me when he needs to.

• Talking Heads - This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody): What, in your opinion, is the most important or poignant thing you have learned from your F/O?: be yourself, everyone else is taken.

• Prince - Baby I’m a Star: What has your F/O’s effect on you in real life been? Have they changed you in any way, influenced your actions, behaviors, beliefs, or interests?: honestly since its a new f/o im not sure. But I've been shaped by similar characters and especially metal,punk,rock,and that kind of music because i breathed and ate that growing up. It still is in my veins n never let go of its raging claws and biting force. You either get it or you dont.

• Billy Joel - The Longest Time: What effect do you imagine you would have on your F/O? Do you think that you would influence how they think of things, their interests, or how they react to things? Do you think they would try different things because of you?: perhaps. But overall we can be comfortable with each other and around each other. Trust is hella important and very tight with us. I trust him with my life and he does the same. We both defend each other in public AND private.

• Whitesnake - Here I Go Again: Is there any particular activity or hobby you do in real life that always makes you think of your F/O, or that you like to imagine doing with them? Is this something you did before you met them, or is it something you picked up because of them?: again tba. But know.

• Daryl Hall & John Oates - Out of Touch: What conceptual or intangible things do you associate with your F/O? (eg., colors, music, scents, times, etc): see above

• Elton John - I’m Still Standing: What’s a song you enjoy (one that you didn’t pick up from them, if applicable) that you think your F/O would also like?: honestly my whole ass metal playlists i have he would be down. Hell i have some hidden playlists because i am a chaotic disorganized mess of a rat. (Adhd unfortunately) i come across random songs n artists in my recommendations on YouTube and the like. And if i like it I'll save it (maybe forget later but ya know)

• David Bowie - Let’s Dance: Are there any songs you’ve picked up from your F/O or their media, or because they remind you of them?: tba

• Prince - Take Me With You: What’s your ideal hangout with them? Is it something low-key, like hanging out at home and watching a movie, or is it more ambitious, like a road trip to a certain place?: many places. Besides at home. The rooftop of the pubs,pizza place,a warehouse near a dock,on top of ol big ben,and our loft apartment/flat rooftop mostly. Sometimes a café that's nearby.

• The Cars - Just What I Needed - Is there something tangible that you own that makes you think of your F/O, like clothing, or a tool? Did you buy it because of them, or come to associate it with them? Why does it make you think of them?: tba

• The Cure - Lullaby: What do you think your F/O is afraid of? How would you help them deal with that?: im not sure. I dunno what canonly he is scared of. So im not sure. tba?

I Forgot That You Existed: How does your f/o handle being wronged? Do they hold grudges or are they the type who lets everything roll off their back?: it depends on who and what they did. Most of the time he's got tact and is smart about it. But sometimes people need a punch in the mouth. So im not responsible for that.

Cruel Summer: Was there anything that stopped you from shipping with your f/o at first or was it love at first sight? Are things more complicated than they appear?: nobody's gonna stop me. No damn fans are gonna make me from loving this beautiful spooder of a man. Idgaf. Like a part of me does get worried but mostly ar racist ass bigots but then again their "opinions" dont matter.

Lover: What is your favorite part of the life you’ve built with your f/o?: i guess the fact we have a place of refuge in this complicated world of multiverse bullshit.

The Man: What strengthens your f/o in your opinion? What do they believe strengthens you?: freedom to just be. And hobie believes that hope and love like genuine, unconditional and with nothing to hide or control. That type of love. That pure love in the rawest form. Love just because and because it pisses people off. He finds that very attractive and a very good trait to have.

The Archer: Has you f/o had a positive or negative relationship with love in the past and how has that affected their relationship with you?:im not sure. I dont think so again lore not known.

I Think He Knows: List all of the things about your f/o that make you fall in love with them a little more each time!: again new f/o but omfg this man. This spiderman is a cutie.

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince: If you and your f/o ran away together, where would you go?: i dunno. Wherever we are is home.

Paper Rings: Would you and your f/o ever consider getting married?: yes. Most definitely. But it is what it is rn.

Cornelia Street: Do you and your f/o live together? If so, what is your domestic life like? If not, what would it be like if you moved in together?: in my hc. Yes. We share an a loft apartment/flat.

Death By A Thousand Cuts: How do you and your f/o handle bad times/how are you there for each other when life gets rough?: we have healthy communication. And sometimes we do need time to cool off. But we tell each other with honesty. Sometimes it gets rough. Sometimes it gets heated. But it NEVER stays that way. But we are honest are true about ourselves to each other and are very transparent. And we can ve vulnerable around each other.

London Boy: Do you and your f/o travel? if you both could live somewhere besides where you’re from, where would you like to live?: sometimes we do. But it's rare. Hobie has responsibilities. Irregardless of his rebellious nature.

Soon You’ll Get Better: How do you and your f/o take care of each other when one of you is sick?: soup,medicine,rest,good vibing music and lots of funny videos and shows. He doesn't care if he gets sick he hates seeing me not feelin myself.

False God: Do you think of you and your f/o as soulmates? Why or why not?: im not sure. I wanna say yes. But again life is a weird mess. All i know is he's perfect enough for me.

You Need To Calm Down: Do you have any lgbt+ headcanons for your f/o?: not sure yet. But he's a fucking ally at least you twatwaffles!! He's spiderpunk ffs. Perhaps enby of some sort? Not sure i dont really do those hcs out of personal principles to leave it open to interpretation n  respect.

Afterglow: Do you and your f/o fight often? How do you and your f/o apologize to each other? Who apologizes first?: not often. But it does happen it aint all candies n roses. But we talk it out,aak how do we do better next time. And if its really emotional,and we really need a release. We fuck. Plain n simple. I aint gonna sugarcoat it.

ME!: What do you love the most about your f/o? What do they love the most about you?: see above.

It’s Nice To Have A Friend: Were you and your f/o friends before you became lovers?: I'd like to think maybe we became friends as we became lovers too. Because you sometimes do find a best friend in your lover. Then again im bias because that's how me and my irl s/o is. So yeah.

Daylight: How has your relationship with your f/o changed your opinion of love? How has their relationship with you changed their opinion of love?: i think of it as we both strengthen and soften each other in the areas we need.

• When you first met, what were your first impressions of each other? Did they start off positive right away or were they negative? Did your impression of each other change over time? If so, what made them change?: my opinion how i feel now is he's dope af. And i don't think that will change any time soon.

• What compelled you both to keep on seeing each other? Was there already an immediate spark between you two or were there other circumstances they forced you to be together?: gwen n miles gave me courage to ask him out. Hobie just said " ha! Knew it •3~" needless to say i was a thousand shades red.

• Who confessed first? What drove them to do it? Did you immediately become a couple after that or did it take some time before you both became one officially?: me. And we went out on a few dates before he and i called it official.

• What was it like when you started dating? Was there a lot of awkward tension? Did it take some time for you to both adjust? Or did it start out rather smoothly?: awkward but cute.

• Who cares about the first date really. What was the second date like? Who was the one that planned it or did you both plan it together? If you went somewhere specific for it, why that location? And if you did a specific activity on the date, why that?: first date was a cafe,dinner then a pub. 2nd date was jamming out at the abandoned warehouse. And the 3rd date was a concert. And lets say sparks flew. Both metaphorically and literally.

• What was the worst date you’ve had? What made it the worst? When did you both realize that it was bad? Did you do anything to try to make up for it and/or fix it?: well there were a few where some bitch ass dude tried to mug some poor old lady right in front on my salad. He didn't get far. No hobie didn't do anything. I did. I hate my lunch being interrupted. Hobie i swear had heart eyes but i was too busy trying to enjoy my lunch and was too pissed at the audacity of people. The old lady was ok btw.

• Are there any interests that you don’t share with each other? If yes, what are they and why can’t they seem to get into it? Does this cause any problems for either of you?: not really. I mean i hc he smokes 🍃 but i dont really. But idc if he do.

• Is there any interests you two bond over having? Or are there any interests either of you now enjoy because of the other introducing it to them?: he and i sing together. I sometimes join in on a beat and riff. But i love listening more.

• Are they any secrets you’re keeping from each other? What are they and why do they desperately want to keep it? Is there any scenario where the other would confess to those secrets?: im not sure we're pretty open n honest. Its the world that dont know. And we gonna keep it that way.

• What are some things you associate with each other? Why those things? Are some of them just random or are they very significant things to that person?: again see above.

• What do you both think of marriage if you aren’t married? Would you ever want to get married? If no, is there any specific reason or is it just something you’re disinterested in?: see above.

• If you’re already married, did anything change between your relationship after marriage? What exactly changed? Or did it pretty much stay the same?: tba.

• What’s something really embarrassing that happened between you? Has it become a funny story you tell to friends now or is it a deep secret you’re both taking to the grave?: again new f/o haven't gotten that far yet. Tba

• When was the first time either of you cried in front of each other? Is crying in front of the other something common for either of you?: we don't hide out feels bro. Thats not punk,metal or cash money of you if you dont cry in front of your bae. Im sorry. You gotta let that pride go man. You got feels too.

• Have you met each others’ friends and families? How did things go? Do you all get along pretty well or just tolerate each other? Or are any of you on bad terms for any reason? If you haven’t met them though, is there any reason why?: tba

• Are there any mannerisms you picked up from each other? If so, what are they? How do you both react to it? How did friends react to it?: honestly i got more observant. I mean i was already. But even more so. And better at patching up wounds. And making my own clothes. ^-^

• Are there any unresolved problems or arguments between the two of you? Any reason why you haven’t been able to resolve them?: not of the moment.

• Who’s the first one to apologize? Are they apologizing first genuinely out of guilt or is there an alternative motive? If one of you struggles to be the first one to apologize, why? Is there any specific reason behind it?: me. I dont like staying angry. I really dont. I do feel sometimes guilt but hobie straightened my ass out for that. To be honest with my emotions and not beholden to them. And he hates seeing me upset. So no going to bed angy for us.

• What’s that one funny story that happened during your relationship that never fails making either of you laugh? What makes it so funny to both of you?: besides the mugging old lady. He once accidentally turned the amp to high while practicing. And farted accidentally. And the mic on the ground nearby picked it up. Sounded throughout the whole apartment/flat. I was in tears. He was red af. Yelling n cursing at me. Hobie: "OI! IT WAS ONE TIME LUV! ONE TIME!"

• What are each of your dreams and goals for the future? Any specific aspirations they have? Do either of your dreams conflict with each other or are they able to coexist?: tba

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[emmythespacecowgirl]

Hi :) May I request a Band Of Brothers ship? My pronouns are she/her, straight, 5’2. I have fluffy caramel hair and deep cheekbones, always wear wide-fit, velvety, comfy clothes and chunky vintage shoes.

I’m easy-going, blunt, straight-talking, sometimes quiet but am a total flirt when I like someone. I come across as calm and rational but my mind is often in overdrive, overthinking, and I need to be my own therapist.

Love art, painting, tattoos, art therapy, psychology behind art. Love cooking and eating. Absolutely adore my big dog.

I fall hard for real warmth and character and I fall hardest once someone has shown a flawed side of themself.

Thank you and no worries if you can’t do the ship :)

hi love! thanks for submitting :))

I ship you with:

Bill Guarnere from Band of Brothers!

Ship theme song: Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen

i think you'd be able to tame our Wild Bill :)

or at least smooth his rough edges a little haha

you probably meet each other at a bar or pub during the war

and he sees you with your friends and thinks you're a real cutie pie

so naturally he goes up to you and starts in with his "hiya, doll!" bit

but little does he know that he's in the ring with another master flirter ;)

by the end of the exchange, he's practically foaming at the mouth

nobody out-flirts Bill Guarnere!

except you ;)

Bill is naturally a sore loser

but he comes back for more the next night!

you both enjoy a pretty lengthy flirtationship

until you finally invite him back to your place

it isn't until the morning after that you two decide to start going steady

and the rest is history!

Bill's simple pleasure in life is running his hands through your hair while laying beside you in the morning

he loves the bounciness of it!

he thinks it's so fun!

you balance each other out pretty well, i'd say!

Bill appreciates your easy going nature

he gets really hot-headed about things

so having a calming presence in his life, reminding him to just let some things go, is very beneficial to him

you're both blunt and direct people

no sugar-coating in this ship!

Bill is eternally thankful for that

he thinks it's so refreshing to be able to objectively tell you things as he sees them and you not get upset

and vice versa

Bill comes from a large family

so quiet moments growing up were few and far in between

but you help him to appreciate the quiet more

Bill is definitely not the "Therapist bf" type

but he gives you objective advice when you're in those overthinking moments

he's the king of the Just Do It attitude

so he tries to help you get out of your head a little more

if you have any tattoos, Bill loves them!

he's even got one or two himself :)

the minute he finds out that you can cook, he is hooked!

mandatory dinner dates!

Bill doesn't pretend to be perfect

and he doesn't readily trust anyone who tries to be

he feels good around you because he feels like he can just be his genuine self with you and you'll still love him

warts and all <3

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[alycosworld]

HELLOOOOO<3 “💕” anon!!!o(≧v≦)o I’m really excited since my bday is coming up!!! [uk that alr LOL] anyways my request will be below as always!

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blue-subject

pink-genre

green-type of fan fic

orange-extra notes!

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so i was wondering if u could do hc’s for a few characters? i actually dont know if u have a character limit so I’ll just request 3! if its too much u can actually remove some:) also if u want feel free to add on more characters if u like! so basically thoma,baal and childe [seperate] x NB!reader and its the readers bday!:D how would they celebrate for reader? also idk if u r comfy in doing female characters so if u would like u can just remove baal:) vv fluffy please<3

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tysm for this<3 hope u dont mind writing for girls! I’m non-binary actually but i was born in a girls body LOL- also if u wanna make it GN so everyone can read it go ahead! drink water and get rest! only do this if u want!

Thoma, Baal, Kaeya, Beidou and Childe on the Reader's Birthday!

A/N: yes!! ofc I write for women and I have no character limit, it'll just take more time the more characters you want. for anyone who's curious or wants to request, I have a list of things that I won't write and women are not on that list! Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💕 (who is changing their emoji to 🧸 I believe just so everyone is aware) LOVE YOU SO MUCH TY FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!

I added on kaeya and beidou bc I love themmm and my siblings simp for them and I don't have much character diversity so far hehe. also I haven't done baal's story quest so I'm sorry if she's a little ooc.

Thoma:

my man is ready and raring to go on the days leading up to your birthday. He's planned something. It doesn't matter what he has to do, he's doing it.

he's already asked Ayaka if he could take a few days off to get things ready and she is so supportive she even helps him.

HE HAS CONTACTS

if you want something that's super rare and expensive and practically impossible to acquire, you best believe he's calling in all his favours and getting whatever the fuck you want.

he baked your cake with his own two hands and it is nothing short of perfection. he made you a card and he wrote you a beautiful heartfelt message and drew a lil picture of you (that's really just a stick figure but APPRECIATE THE EFFORT)

if you wanted to go out, he took you everywhere you wanted and treated you to a meal, making sure everyone you saw remembered to wish you a happy birthday.

if you felt like staying inside, he threw you your own little party for two and did whatever your wanted - sleeping, dancing, singing, art, cooking, literally anything.

he was at your beck and call all day. normally he serves the shirasagi himegimi, now he's serving you not like he doesn't already do everything you say

to summarise, he loves you with his whole heart and will do anything to make your day extra special 🥺🥺

Baal

"It's beloved's birthday soon? Oh...I suppose I should make a few preparations..."

Proceeds to invade your home while you're out and orders people around to make everything fucking perfect

It's incredible once you ignore the trespassing and you can't help but fall in love with her even more.

she's decorated your home with traditional birthday decorations and everything is just the way you'd like it - although it's very to the letter, almost like she was reading a manual while getting people to prepare things...

as soon as you ask her about it, she crumbles. she wasn't sure how to go about it exactly so she asked Yae but omitted your name to avoid getting teased, hence receiving very general birthday advice.

ITS STILL BEAUTIFUL THO SHE TOOK MOST OF YOUR LIKINGS INTO ACCOUNT JUST SAY YOU LOVE IT ALREADY

she wouldn't be too willing to leave or go outside because people will talk, but if you wish it, it shall be.

she bought you whatever you wanted plus a lil something extra as a token of her appreciation of your existence. maybe a decorative object that reminded her of you - she might be even customised it to add a personal touch

all in all, she loves you eternally and she's gonna make sure you know it every year on your special day

Childe

we all know that this menace is a money machine, right?

THIS MAN SPENT ALL HIS MORA ON YOU AND NOBODY SO MUCH AS QUESTIONED IT - HIS DEVOTION IS PROMINENT

you woke up and he presented you with your first gift. at breakfast, he cooked you a whole fucking feast. the rest of the morning, he took you out and let you pick whatever you want from multiple stores and gave you another gift. at lunch, he bought you another 50 fucking course meal

the evening, however, he spent a little more intimately.

you got to cut your three-tier cake and open the rest of your presents at home before he let you enjoy the day however you wanted, similarly to Thoma.

he did whatever you wanted - it was your birthday after all.

he made sure you knew that you were loved and appreciated and expressed how happy he is that you were born and that you're in his life.

oh, and to make up for lovingly hogging you all day, he threw you a party with all your loved ones the day after to make sure everyone got their chance to celebrate your day.

Kaeya Alberich

"Oh? Is it darling's birthday already? I'll have to take the day off to make things extra special..."

kaeya, every day is a day off for you stfu

Mr Alberich really sets aside the tension between him and his brother to ask if he can borrow Angel's Share for a lil party. Using his smooth tactics, he eventually gets Diluc to cave

(basically, Kaeya just ranted how much he loved you and wanted to make things special and Diluc fucking gave up hehe)

He got Jean, Lisa, Amber, Diluc, Venti, Fischl, Bennett, Diona, Klee, Albedo, Sucrose, Barbara, Eula, Mona, Noelle, Razor, Rosaria and all your friends and family to agree to come to Angel's Share and enjoy a night of fun and (Y/N) appreciation.

On your actual birthday, he spent the morning in bed with you, talking about how much he loved you and shamelessly flirting with you before making breakfast.

You spent the morning and most of the afternoon walking around town and enjoying yourselves, allowing the townsfolk to wish you a happy birthday.

and Kaeya convinced you into joining him at Angel's Share in the evening, only to be pleasantly surprised by the people singing happy birthday and the confetti that flew around the room.

this man is lovestruck - if you let him spoil you any longer, you'd probably collapse of over appreciation (and excessive flirty one-liners hehe)

Beidou

my girl beidou? she went all out for you, there's literally a 0.00 percent chance you don't enjoy what she had planned.

You spent your day with her walking around Liyue Harbour, doing everything you wanted.

You listened to storytellers, bought various items like fireworks and sparklers and ate good food, just enjoying each other's company until the evening arrived.

Beidou just dragged you away, making sure you closed your eyes the whole time until you reached your destination.

When you opened your eyes, you couldn't believe it - you were on the Cruz Fleet, surrounded by her crew and all your loved ones.

As soon as you stepped on, the ship leisurely sailed off into the night like some fairytale and you got to enjoy a moonlit sail, as cheesy as it sounds.

It was slow and you allowed yourself to savour the way the ships's lanterns reflects and glittered on the water a long with the moon.

You were surrounded by everyone you cared about and everyone who cared about you (but some of the crew drank a little too much in celebration of your birth hehe)

Beidou just wants you to know how much she and everyone else loves you and wants you to know that she is glad you exist <3

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