#as is it just comes off as the show itself not knowing its own material

[lunarmoves]

“say,” sun muses one evening after all the kids have gone home for the day, “can you do something for me, friend?” 

you raise an eyebrow at him over your shoulder. blank white eyes peer down at you from a short distance away. his hands clutch onto a moon plush, long fingers kneading tersely into the soft material. 

“what is it?” you ask curiously. the rag you’d been using to disinfect and clean the top of the security desk gets set off to the side so you can turn around and give him your full attention. you lean back against the desk and make a face at him. “you’re not gonna ask me to help clean out the ball pit again, are you?” 

sun laughs—a loud, sharp thing that reverberates around the daycare in a way that makes your shoulders tense ever so minutely. he waves a hand at you as though to brush off your question. “oh no, nothing like that, silly! i just want you to repeat something for me.” 

“repeat something,” you echo, eyes latched unwaveringly on his form. he tosses the moon plush into its designated bin and approaches closer to you. enough so that his shadow drenches itself over your smaller form like an unforgiving wave and your head cranes up awkwardly to meet his shaded gaze. 

“yes, quite simple, really.” a golden hand reaches forward to set itself on the edge of the desk to your side—effectively caging you against it. a warning bell goes off in your head. you try not to shrink back, but it’s difficult. tendrils of unease snake their way through your chest and into your throat. 

sun’s white-pupil look is unyielding—fixated on something just below your eyes. you swallow thickly.

“repeat after me,” he says in a voice no louder than a murmur. “i love you.” 

your breathing stutters to a stop. 

“what?” is the only thing that breaks through your befuddlement—breathless and rushed out like you couldn’t believe what he’d just said. the tendrils have coalesced into a pressing force that weighs heavily inside your chest. 

sun’s faceplate ticks to the left sharply. grey eyes lower into a half-lidded stare. he makes a sound like he’s clicking his tongue against strangely sharp teeth, disapproving. “that is not what i asked of you, i’m afraid.” his head bows closer towards you. his optics crinkle into crescents as the edges of his smile thin like a razor. “try again.” 

your lips make formless words, but not a sound comes out. your mind feels like it’s running hundreds of miles a minute and yet it’s also… not. there’s no way he understands the depth of what he’s saying, right? what he’s asking? you’re… unsure. you don’t know what to do and it shows in the uncertainty etched into your face and the tautness of your shoulders. 

sun is patient—for now—but you are fumbling miserably. “i— why do you—?”

“ah ah ah,” sun cuts across your stuttering words before you can even get the sentence out. sharp fingers tap against the security desk at your side. tink tink tink. you suppress a shiver. “what did i say? repeat it.” 

you’re stuck. you’re stuck and you have not a single clue on how to slip out of this in all of your unease and reluctance. your heart hammers away in your chest even as your ears burn and a warmth crawls up your neck. sun’s gaze places you in a spotlight and after assessing the way he curls over you in his own semblance of a cage, you exhale slowly through your nose and pull yourself together. 

your jaw clenches, then relaxes, and you part your lips. “i… love you?” 

you cringe internally at the high pitched cadence, but sun does not seem to mind. he shivers—minutely, so minutely—and you can feel where his arm shakes whilst pressed against your side. he looks at you like a lion watching a gazelle, teeth bared in a stretching smile. “again. i love you, sun.” his words are slow.

what are you doing. what are you doing? you balk in the face of his persistence. “i love you, sun.” the words feel… unripe. unnatural. your tongue is made of cotton and lead. 

sun hums in delight—the line of his mouth just inches above your forehead. you cannot even begin to unravel the knot of emotions in your stomach. 

“wonderful,” he eventually breathes into the minuscule space between your faces. his other hand raises to swipe a thumb adoringly under your eye and he sighs contentedly. “just wonderful.”

#and now… i sleep #dca x reader #daycare attendant x reader #sun x reader #fnaf sun x reader #shay scribbles daydreams #dca x y/n #dca x self insert #dca x you #fnaf sun x y/n #sun x y/n #sundrop x reader #sundrop x y/n #fnaf dca x reader #fnaf dca x y/n #dca fandom #dca fanfic

[onestepbackwards]

Hello Soulmate

🔸Zhongli x Reader Drabble🔸

Summary: You've had a weird soulmark on your wrist since you were young. Who knew it was the soulmark of a god who has waited for you for almost 6000 years?

CW: Fluff, soulmate au

Word Count: 1428 words!

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Imagine Zhongli, in all his years alive, has never found his soulmate.

On his chest above his heart, a small bird symbol lays dormant. If it wasn't for the very obvious mark, he'd believe he never had a soul mate to begin with.

But not once in his thousands of years on Teyvat, had it ever lit up, or burned, or glowed. Tell tale signs a soulmate is alive, and that you have met them, or that they were nearby.

His did none of those. It just sat innocently on his chest.

At least it wasn't ashen grey, showing his soulmate had passed.

He had long grown not to expect his soul mate to appear. Zhongli did have hope after becoming an Archon, hoping that would make finding you easier.

But you never once showed up.

Eventually time went on, and he no longer felt hope.

Well, that would be a lie.

He felt hope, but it had long since grown into a warm, smoldering coal, instead of the blazing fire it once was.

The dragon knew if he were to still meet you in this life, he would love and cherish you, excited beyond belief.

But that day had yet to come.

So with a heavy heart, he went through with the death of Rex Lapis.

It was one of the most difficult decisions he had ever made. But it had to be done, regardless if he truly wanted to step down or not.

Erosion would eventually come its way for him, much like it had done to Azhdaha. It was best to let his country grow on its own two legs, and be prepared for when that day came, whether it be in a hundred years, or a thousand.

A part of him worried you would come, only when he was beginning to wither.

Zhongli didn't want you to see him like that. You already missed him in his prime, but he had nightmares of meeting his soul mate when his mind started to erode.

But it had to be done.

He wasn't too surprised to see your mark on his human vessel, though he still felt so empty. Deep down, he yearned to hold his soulmate, even now.

So when he was sipping tea one day, taking his time for an order for Director Hu, he dropped his tea cup when he felt a burn on his chest, right above his vessels heart.

His eyes widen as he reaches up to touch the spot. For once, he curses himself for wearing so many clothes.

He's leaving the tea house he is in, uncaring if the mora he slammed down on the table was enough to cover his meal. Rushing to his small home he had bought years ago, Zhongli slams through the door, almost stumbling to his room.

Ripping off his clothes, he shakes as he sees it in the mirror.

Your soulmate mark, alive and glowing warmly on his chest.

He stares in wonder, fingers gently reaching up, touching the delicate looking mark with awe.

You were real. You were alive. You were close by.

Old instincts pushed at the boundaries in his mind, and he forced them back down.

Not now. You were alive. You were real. He had time.

Rex Lapis waited 6000 years for you. Zhongli could wait just a little longer.

Meanwhile, you had an odd soulmate mark, ever since it first materialized as a child.

It was the Geo symbol. Just that, the Geo symbol.

Your parents had been stumped since the mark showed itself, on the inside of your wrist clear as day.

It glowed a stunning amber, and was outlined in black. Whoever it was, was alive and well.

Most marks had very interesting meanings. But THE Geo symbol?

It had your parents scratching their heads.

Not once had anyone you met had any symbol similar. Never had anyone seen a mark of one of the elemental sigils.

As you got older, it only brought more questions than answers.

Though you remember talking about it with a friend in the bar in Mondstadt, when the bard there asked about it when he saw it on your wrist in passing.

"You know... It might be someone from Liyue that uses a Geo vision. Or maybe an adeptus that works with Rex Lapis? Who knows, maybe even Rex Lapis himself?"

The bard then laughed, and your face went red at the remark. You? Being able to claim a god as your soulmate? Please.

The head of the bar ended up dragging him away, though the mischievous, almost knowing look that bard sent you over his shoulder had you second guessing yourself.

His words kept whispering in your head. Maybe your soulmate was in Liyue? That was the nation's symbol after all. If anything, it would be a good place to start looking.

After all, you always felt sometimes you had to grab fate by the horns and take control of it yourself.

So when you packed a bag and headed out, your parents tearfully waving goodbye behind you, you didn't think much of it.

If you found them, then you did. If not, you could always go home.

Though you weren't expecting your mark to burn when you stopped to rest at a Statue of the Seven near the harbor. The late Rex Lapis' statue.

A part of your mind grew anxious at this news. Your mark glowing and burning like this.

"Who knows, maybe even Rex Lapis himself?"

The bard's words echoed almost tauntingly in your mind.

You tried not to sadly laugh as you felt the warmth flow through your body.

Of course, if it really was Rex Lapis, it would only be your luck it was a dead god you were tied to. If only you had been a year sooner...

But that didn't mean Rex Lapis' spirit was gone. You had read the papers, and Lady Ningguang had mentioned a dream where he told her about how he had perished.

Or something like that.

Perhaps that was what this was then? Since he was a god, that's why your mark wasn't ashen grey? His spirit was strong enough to live on?

How cruel. If that was what this was, your soulmate was taken from you far too-

"I found you."

You scream as you spin around, and a man with the most gorgeous amber eyes you have ever seen is standing behind you.

He looked a bit disheveled. His clothes almost haphazardly thrown on. You got the impression he normally didn't look like this.

The mark on your wrist pulsed, and your eyes widened.

"You..." You began, though you couldn't think of the words you wanted to say.

The man is quick to unbutton his shirt, and tug it to the side.

When you saw the glowing bird, pulsing on his chest above his heart, you knew.

That mark was yours.

Carefully, you lowered your wrist, and he oh so carefully reached out for it. His hands were so gentle as they took your own, as if you were made of glass.

The spark that followed as a thumb ran across the symbol, left you breathless.

"My symbol..." He murmured, in awe over the small mark.

But you could already tell there was weight behind those words.

His eyes snapped back to your own, and you saw it.

This man... he was older than he looked. Those eyes were the ones of an old soul.

You felt power radiating from him, and your mouth went dry.

"You aren't... human, are you?"

It wasn't so much a question, as it was a statement.

The man blinked, almost in surprise, before he began to laugh.

It was a gentle one, one that had your heart pounding in your chest.

He smiled at you, eyes glowing bright.

"I should have known my soulmate would be able to figure it out first thing."

"Who knows, maybe even Rex Lapis himself?"

Those word rang in your mind once more, and you found yourself speaking before you could think about what you were asking.

"...Rex... Lapis...?" You asked, almost unsure, though the thought somehow felt so right.

His eyes seemed to brighten, along with his smile.

He brought your hand up to his mouth, and kissed the Geo symbol on your wrist, sending shivers through out your body. He then nuzzled against your hand, eyes never leaving your own. The loving look he sent you left you almost breathless.

"Hello, my dear. It's nice to finally meet you."

#zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #x reader #gn reader #drabble #zed.writes #long post #fluff #was in a Zhongli mood and sent this to my beloved jes before bed #and wanted to post it

[murdrdocs]

FORMIDABLE COOL. ethan landry

about. blinded by your attraction and romanticization of college, you don't realize that ethan landry isn't who he says he is until it's too late

includes. DARK CONTENT 18+ fem! reader, mean!ethan, ghostface!ethan, p n v, manipulation (!!),, choking/breath play

wc: 1.4k+

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Out of everyone else in the friend group, it’s easiest for Ethan to get close to you. 

Unsuspecting you, wide eyes and hopeful glances at anyone who looks your way, the desperation to live out your ‘college fantasy’ leaking from every single pore in your body. The stench of your sheer desire pulls him in, it urges Ethan to switch from that shy and dorky facade he’s put up around Chad and his friends to a more confident flair, the ego he uses while he’s behind screens on forums online. 

It’s frighteningly easy to get you to give in. All he has to do is smile and look at you twice, and suddenly you’re spreading your legs for him in a movie theater, some new film you originally seemed thrilled to see entering the third act without either of you knowing any of the key plot points. 

It’s after the first time that you cum on his fingers that you’re infected. His own personal love fool. 

Truthfully, after you meet him for the first time, taking part in an insufferable ice breaker in a group of five other people, your name has inched its way up the Bailey dead pool, sitting pretty right below the other five of the friend group Ethan is steadily infiltrating. 

You have the urge to eat, breathe and sleep Ethan Landry, your awe filled eyes glazing over any possible red flags in his behavior. You’re too busy forcing yourself into his lap and curling your hands into his hair to realize that he’s been blowing you off more often recently. You’re too busy bouncing yourself on his cock to notice the bruises he has along his back and shoulders, inflicted from someone other than you. You’re too busy grinding your face up into his mouth to take in his constant lies, times, dates, and actions that don’t line up well enough. 

It takes you impossibly long to even start to notice his act, to start to take in the inconsistencies of his character depending on who you’re around. It’s Mindy who brings it to your attention first, coming to you as a caring friend, voice softer and rash opinions heavily watered down as she approaches you like she would a wounded animal. And when you flip out on her, denial heavy on your tongue which seems drier than usual, she only smiles at you sadly and watches as you run back to Ethan, another lie inevitably fed into your welcoming ears. 

It all comes to a head on your floor. 

Worn down hardwood creaks with each shuffle. The material is rough against your bare legs. The playlist you had going has ended, leaving nothing but the soft breaths from you and Ethan to fill the silence of the bedroom. 

Your questions are spoken into the air, answered by Ethan like he’s your savior. Like he can control you. And he can. 

He has. 

His hand around your neck, his cock entering your walls over and over, the pace steady and slow, each thrust harder than the last, sending you up the wood, the rough scratch of it against your back. The words he has spoken to you – his confession – reverberate through your body, bouncing around your mind all the way down to your lungs which scream for the need of constant airflow. 

Sensing your state, his hand loosens just enough to allow air in, the rough palm still circling around your neck as he refuses to let you go completely. You fear he’ll never let you go. But even more, you fear that you don’t want him to.

You don’t realize it, but hot tears are sliding down your cheeks at this point. It’s not until he points them out that you start feeling the emotions connected to them, shame and embarrassment and guilt planting itself in your brain, manifesting throughout your body. 

“Why’re you crying, sweetheart?” His voice wobbles just enough to show you that he’s affected, too, but definitely not in the same way. He has a smile on his face, borderline villainous, opposite from the sweet and charming smile you’re used to seeing from him. Sweat beads above his eyebrow, a testament to the chase he’d led you on, followed by the slow fucking he’s been giving you for God knows how long. 

Your eyes pinch shut, a pitiful attempt to dry your tears up without the use of your hands, rendered useless and bound between your bodies. It doesn't work well, and you flinch when you feel a drop of Ethan’s sweat land on your cheek, mixing with your self-created fluid. 

You’d assumed the question was rhetorical, a taunt to remind you of your inferior status in this fucked up relationship. It’s not until he hums questioningly that you realize you’re expected to respond. 

Your eyes pinch together tighter and you shake your head, only making Ethan chuckle. 

“No? You don’t know why you’re crying?” Nothing from you. You refuse to give him more, especially when you’re already letting him abuse your cunt. Because that’s what you’re doing. 

You let him lay you back. You let him peel your legs open. You lifted your hips and moaned approvingly when he slid your panties off and inserted two fingers into your entrance. 

“Open your eyes. Look at me.” The authoritative tone is more attractive than it should’ve been, and it has you instantly doing as told, eyes opening to look into those same dark brown ones you used to love so much. 

“Why’re you crying, baby?” he asks you again. “You knew it – this – was all an act, didn’t you?” 

And when you think back, you think you did know. You deluded yourself enough to think that this was sincere, genuine, your college dream. The thought heats up your neck, it stirs something unpleasant in your chest, it has you letting out a desperate cry that quickly slips into a pleading moan. 

His hand squeezes at the sides of your throat, thumb sticking under your jaw to lift your head. “Answer me.” 

Your nod suffices as an answer, especially when more tears slide down your already blotchy cheeks. His grin grows, spreading to either side of his face, reminiscent of a cheshire cat. 

Satisfied with what you’ve given him, he plants a kiss at the center of your forehead, and you curse yourself for melting into it. It’s the last act of physical kindness he gives it, because he’s instantly gripping your hips, hiking your legs up around his waist, and fucking you with no mercy. 

You cum with the sound of Ethan’s balls slapping against your skin, mixed in an almost beautiful harmony with your quiet sobs and the unabashed squelching of your cunt around his cock, a cacophonous edge to the sounds that perfectly represents your relationship with Ethan himself.

#🕸️ 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐑 #ethantobr! #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry smut

[sevikasbeloved]

PART 1 - BOXER AU

It’d been a month since you last saw your girlfriend, and it was killing you.

Of course you knew that dating a boxer would come with consequences like these, her training sending her away for months at a time, abstaining from relaxing Sundays, your world famous cooking and most of all you. The last thing you struggled to handle as much as the others, not knowing her touch for days was already too much for you but a whole month…

You felt your body turning in on itself.

However, today you walked with a pep in your step and a smile on your face, because that long standing streak would be broken, and she was finally coming home.

She knew you’d be at her fight, and you imagined she was just as gripped with anticipation as you were, for more reasons than just seeing you.

You put on your nicest dress, a sparkly gold one that slit itself dangerously high on your thigh, just as she’d like it. You tied your hair up so her favourite part of you was shown in full glory, ready to be stained with her lips.

You walked over to your dresser, pulling out a sleek black box. Inside was the most gorgeously elegant necklace she’d gotten you after her biggest victory. As your hand ran along the diamond encrusted chain, you could feel tears welling up in your face.

You weren’t one for material things, but you knew that was her own way of showing you how much she valued you, and boy, was it a lot.

You took the necklace from its box, taking yourself back in front of the mirror as you put it to your neck, clasping it easily so it hung just below your collarbones.

You smiled at your own reflection, knowing how much she’d appreciate the effort you’d gone to, even though she always said,

‘You’re already enough, without all the extra.’

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The venue was booming, the line to get in stretching around the corner and across the street. Eyes looked on you like you were a goddess incarnate as you walked coolly past the long stretch of people, all dressed up almost as well as you.

These boxing matches weren’t your typical run of the mill. People would put their life savings on a winner, rich people. A part of you didn’t enjoy the spectacle that Sevika had become, the ‘scary lady’ men wanted to get a peek at and women wanted to court. But you knew at the heart of it, it was what Sevika loved to do, and she was damn good at doing what she loved.

As you reached the front door to the venue a tall yet stocky security guard dressed in all black caught your glistening attire, immediately recognising you. He approached you with a gentle smile, ushering you ahead and into the building.

Cameras flashed on you, almost obstructing your view as you cautiously stepped ahead of your guard, weaving through the press asking you probing questions about your lover.

“Tell us Miss, what does Sevika do on her off days?”

“Is she as good in bed as she is in the ring?”

You rolled your eyes, ducking your head as you hid a smile, sure that everyone could guess the answer to it if they saw the red blush on your cheeks.

You were directed into the main arena, the pure size of it making you feel a little queasy. As you walked down the aisle you spotted a small promotional sign reading;

It’s simple!

No rules, regulations, just pure fighting!

Your heart sank.

You’d seen that sign many times, and even still it made your heart drop like it was the first time you were seeing it. As said earlier, these tournaments were no run of the mill fights, they were uncut and uncensored, pure blood fighting.

A fight to the death, if you were lucky, and if you were unlucky, life long damage that would kill your career faster than you could blink.

You grabbed a seat in one of the front boxes, looking around at the empty stadium moments before it filled. You imagined what Sevika had to have been doing, prepping for her fight, doing her final weigh in, thinking about you.

Her name shone in bright lights on the jumbotron ahead of you, forcing you to take a breath. It was scary, you couldn’t lie. There were times you imagined you’d be sitting front stage as you watched her life be taken, and all for entertainment.

But it hadn’t happened, not yet anyways.

The room burst into music and chatter as the doors opened to the general public, your head swivelled round as you watched people flood into the building, scurrying to find their seats.

“Are you ready to rumble?!” A faceless voice roared as the crowd roared louder.

People across the stadium began banging the back of their seats and stomping their feet, shaking the foundation of the room. A small smile fell on your face despite your previous anxieties. Despite their bloodthirst, the crowd always brought the energy expected at an event this major.

“That’s what I like to hear!” The voice exclaimed, “let’s not waste any more of your precious time and welcome our beloved fighters.”

The cheers grew louder than you imagined they could ever be.

“Y’all know him best, the hornet, the python,” the voice rattled the crowd into an even bigger frenzy. Sevika’s opponent was a surprise and it had been that way for the past three fights, since people could guess who’d win before the fight would start, “the town's meanest sheriff, Marcus!”

Oh fuck.

The smile on your face dropped. Marcus played dirty and no rules meant he was glorified for it. There was rumour that he’d once stabbed his opponent to get his victory, hiding the blade between his teeth. You fucking hated him, and Sevika damn sure didn’t respect him.

She was a fair fighter to a fault, her prowess proving more than enough to win countless fights. You’d both spoken of the possibility that one day she’d have to square off with him, but you never imagined it would actually happen, because you never imagined she’d agree to fight him.

“Alright, alright, simmer down ladies and gentlemen, as I have yet to introduce to you,” he paused dramatically and the crowd fell quiet, but you could feel the buzz of energy arising again as everyone waited with bated breaths, “Our undefeated champ, the one we all wish we could be…”

The crowd, unable to hold its applause erupted again, and this time you joined too, whooping along with everyone else,

“The panther, our very own scary lady, SEVIKAAAA!” He screamed, his voice almost turning singsongy as the music played again, booming violently along with the flashing strobe lights.

You stood from your seat, cupping your hands to your lips as you cheered raucously. Suddenly the strobe lights honed in on two separate parts of the stadium.

Marcus emerged first, wearing a dark blue robe to match with his blue gloves and shorts. He hopped on his toes as he punched the air, winking grossly at the camera, his face supersized on the jumbotron.

He made his way to the ring, backed by his crew who were all matching with his colour palette, trading his gloves for some corny ass sunglasses. You rolled your eyes.

He hopped around the ring energetically, blowing kisses to the audience who cheered him on and raised a closed fist at the ones who booed. He made his way to your side, leaning up against the rope as he looked at you with a cocky grin.

“Hi there Sevika’s girlfriend, sorry in advance, I’ll try not to send her home on a stretcher.” He teased, not bothering to wait by you for a reaction as he returned to the rest of the crowd to receive his premature praise.

The music suddenly changed, the bass of it stopping Marcus right where he stood as he turned to face her corner.

“She’s here…” the voice called out teasingly.

You scoffed as you watched Marcus’ face shine with a sliver of doubt. You turned, leaning anxiously against your seat as you peaked over multiple heads to try to get a good look.

The music had switched to more dark and foundation shaking music. You couldn’t get a good look from where you were as you heard the crowd scream out, pointing to her entrance, so you turned to face the jumbotron, and in all her glory, there she was.

Just feet from where you sat, Sevika wore her hair into a tight bun, donning a rich gold and purple combo on her shorts and sports bra, a royal purple robe shrouded over her muscular body. She walked out alone, her head bowed as her face remained hidden by the large hood over her head.

You bit your lip just at the sight, this the first time you’d seen her in months and you could feel your stomach turn a thousand times as you switched between her walkway and the jumbotron, trying not to miss her in person despite being unable to see her immediately.

Then she rounded the corner, and she was there, finally, in the flesh. You’d almost forgotten how tall she was, at least in comparison to you and over half the attendees, and Marcus.

You gazed over at him for a second, noticing how his jaw tightened at the sheer sight of her, but as you turned back you saw Sevika standing right infront of you.

Your face glowed, and you stood up immediately, hugging her tightly. Her arms came around your waist, pulling you against the divider between you.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby.” She whispered in your ear.

“Missed you more.” You giggled, placing a small kiss on her cheek.

She looked from beneath her hood at you, her sterling eyes looking at you with complete adoration.

“Look at that ladies and gentlemen, isn’t that just something!” The voice called out again, reminding the two of you of the stadium filled with people.

A camera came up beside the two of you, supersizing your intimate scene onto the jumbotron. You waved at the camera with a smile, Sevika’s chuckle rumbling through your body pressed against hers.

You leaned into her side again,

“Win this and come home to me, okay?” You whispered, the crowd cheering not only Sevika but now also you on, scattered wolf whistles filling the arena.

She flashed a toothy smile at you then turned away, letting her gloved arm ghost against your body for a little while before hopping up into the ring, meeting with Marcus head to head.

She stood towering over him for just a second, before shrugging her robe off and tossing it off the side of the ring. A short man came running behind her, picking it up in one hand and in another holding a bottle of water with a towel thrown over his shoulder. Her coach. He’d been by her side for close to a decade and had practically become family, and as long as he was there you trusted she’d be okay.

“Let’s get it started, the fight we’ve all been anticipating!” The voice said, his words ushering Sevika and Marcus into position on each side of the ring.

In a flash it started, the sound of a bell chiming had them hot on their feet, dancing around the ring, circling each other like sharks.

Marcus was fast with the first punch, socking her in her abdomen, but she hardly flinched, taking that second where his defences were down to side hook him, sending his stumbling into the rope.

The crowd went wild and so did you, anxious in your seat, you cheered louder than anyone in there. He gained his footing again, shaking his head straight as he hopped on his toes again, throwing out false punches in hopes to psyche her out, but she didn’t waver, not one bit.

He came in again, connecting a punch to her jaw, then her side. She faltered back a step, the hit to her jaw causing her to lose her bearing a little, but again, as expected, she was back without a second for Marcus to revel in it.

She didn’t hit him back though, the crowd jeering her on to take a hit, but you could see the look on her face. She was learning his moves, studying him as the match progressed.

___

The first couple rounds had passed and both of them had gotten their hits in but Marcus looked tired, wary. Sevika sat on her stool, arms stretched across the rope as her coach dabbed her glistening forehead, flailing his arms about as he spoke tactics and moves.

Once he had finished his rambling she picked up her bottle taking a long sip of water. She folded her body over placing it down again, looking over her shoulder at you with a wink. You could only blush, still feeling as giddy as the first day she pulled you.

She stood up again for the third round, rolling her shoulders back as she stood head to head with Marcus. You watched Marcus say something with a bloody smile, his head cocking over to you. Your brows furrowed but before Sevika could respond and you could process anything, the bell rang again and they were off.

Whatever Marcus had said to Sevika had obviously pissed her off, because she was on him like a bloodhound, throwing wild punches at every weak point on his body, forcing him back into his corner. The crowd went crazy, people standing from their seats, thrusting their fists in the air in an attempt to get in on the action from where they were sat.

She let up, stepping back as Marcus put his weight on the rope behind him. He spat out a spitball of blood, staining the ring's flooring. He looked at her with murderous rage.

You couldn’t help feeling nervous. As much as you didn’t like Marcus you were very well attuned to his fights, and you knew when he was backed into a corner, just as he was now, that’s when he played as dirty as the ground beneath him.

He tucked his hands into his pants, then put said hand into his mouth. Some of the crowd groaned in disgust, but the ones that knew him, sat on the edge of their seats.

Suddenly, he started tweaking, his head seemingly imbalanced on his head, he craned it backwards as he screamed out, and when his head knocked back forward and you saw the purple in his eyes, your mouth stuttered open, and not a breath came from it as you could only stare on in horror.

You saw Sevika falter back, and your heart sank lower than you imagined it could, she was scared. You could see it in the way her arms contracted and her shoulders tensed up.

“Getcha head in the game, Sevika, bloody hell!” Her coach yelled from the sidelines.

Her head swivelled to his voice, shaken by the state of Marcus, the effects of shimmer taking over his smaller frame, his body now built like a beast.

In a moment Marcus was on her, toppling her over as he pummelled her face in. You stood up, your knuckles turning sticking sharply from your hand as you gripped the divider.

“No!” You screamed, tears welling in your eyes.

This was one of those things you hated. Watching her take a beating. But this one was worse than all the other ones, she’d never been toppled like she was, beat like she was.

“Sevika, fucking get up! Get up!” You screamed again, in a hope to get through to what you could imagine was a tunnel vision moment for her.

Her arms wrapped around his bulging body as she struggled with him on the ground.

“C’mon, baby, you got this!” You called out again.

She turned him over so she was now above him, their roles reversed within seconds as she began pounding his head in.

The crowd, as if affected by the shimmer themselves roared, probably never having seen a fight this close before, especially a fight with Sevika.

Marcus seemed almost unaffected by the hits, and Sevika was looking down at him, her eyes wild as she kept hitting and hitting and hitting and…

The bell went again, signalling the end of the round.

She stood up from him, hurrying back to her side. He got up a moment after, limping over to his. You didn’t even give Marcus a second look as you searched for Sevika’s eyes, but she was standing talking to her coach, her leg bouncing on the lowest rope that lined the ring.

Her coach reached into his pocket, pulling out a vial with purple liquid inside. Her face scrunched at the sight as murmurs filled the arena. As everyone knew, Sevika was a pure blood fighter. She’d never taken anything to enhance her performance, but you could see now in her face that she was really considering it.

She looked over at you, a conflicting expression plain on her face. You knew what she was saying without a word shared between you.

You nodded.

She picked up her bottle, practically snatching the vial from her coach's hand, mixing the shimmer into the last bit of her water.

“What’s this? Sevika is taking shimmer?! People of the night, this is raring to be one for the books!” The voice narrated the scene in front of you.

She shook the bottle, the shade turning a soft purple colour. She looked at the liquid sloshing around, like she was still debating for a moment on whether she’d make that choice. She looked back at Marcus who’s eyes were still vibrant and jaw was still trembling despite how spent his body looked. She turned back, flaring her nostrils as she worked up the courage to drink it.

And she did, she drank it all.

She closed her eyes, leaning her hands against the top rope as she let the shimmer run through her system.

Marcus was already standing, his fists up by his face as he waited impatiently for the bell to go, not bothering to wait for Sevika to meet him in the middle again.

Then that thrice chiming and foreboding sound rang throughout the arena.

Marcus charged at her, pulling his right arm back, ready to sneak her from behind. Like the shimmer had perfected her quick timings, her hand shot out behind her, grabbing him by his face, an unbelievable scene, her hand easily covering the entirety of it.

His hands flailed wildly as he tried to reach her at arm's length. Her eyes peeled open, and lit up with a vibrancy you’d never seen before. She grinned easily, cockily almost.

Her body turned impossibly as she held Marcus in his place. She pulled her other arm back, then thrust it forward slamming it into his stomach, knocking him to the ground without trouble.

She walked over to him coolly, bending down as he struggled to catch a breath, evidently winded by her blow. She watched him as he spluttered and coughed up blood, the fighting pressures finally breaking him.

Through the roars of the crowd you could hear her chuckle as she peered down at him. He lurched up trying to hit her but she dodged it easily, returning his weak attempt with a swift blow to his face.

The crowd went silent as they waited for his next move. But it was in vain, as Sevika and the rest of the stadium watched him call in defeat, completely unconscious by her final blow.

It was so quiet. You never imagined a crowd like this could hold a silence this long.

“She’s done it again…” the voice said, almost emotional at the display, “SHE’S GONE AND DONE IT AGAIN!” He said even louder, moving the crowd into a belting applause.

She stood up, her eyes still glowing purple as she raised her fists in the air, circling his limp figure as she welcomed the adulations of the crowd.

You stood up, rounding the divider as you jumped onto the stage with ease, Sevika noticing you in an instant as she grabbed you, spinning you around in her arms.

You both shared in laughter, squeezing each other impossibly tight.

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[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Saturn's Rewards. Time, Commitment, & Learning How To Be A Boss.

Saturn rewards you based off your commitment, discipline, and the amount of effort you put in to obtain the material reality you want.What beliefs, morals, and ideals do you keep in mind to ground yourself? Are you willing to face challenges and adversity? Do you remember to say thank you to the divine even when everything seems down bad?

Looking to where the planet is in your chart will speak volumes on this.

Saturn in the first house has to look forward and see things from their first mind. The second comes after. Just because there is nothing but dirt doesn't mean it cant be made into something special. I heard they sell dirt nowadays, making money off hard shit and making it a gold mine. Thats alchemy.

Commit to yourself and not what others see or think of you. The grass is always greener when its in your own yard.

Saturn in the second needs to learn their values & freedom will apply itself in the future. Financial freedom that is. The cold lessons gotta kick in before you can spend that gold from that treasure you just found! What good is it for a man to have the whole world but with the loss of his soul?

If you want to expand on your fortune, you must first appreciate the things you had before it all started piling in. Remembering your values is how you sustain your possessions and whats worth keeping. You dont need anything thats for shits n giggles all the time. You need things that will show growth in the future, not stagnancy. What are you willing to do to get the things you want? Your soul wants more but commit to having VALUES in place to receive the ideal manifestations of your worldly reality.

Saturn in the third, speak loud or forever hold your peace. These mountains need an echo from the village, and your words hold the key to salvation. You mirror societies dark picture, and theyll paint you into a villian if they can. But not without a fight first. Dont hold your tongue, as the truth will set you and others free.

Speak with authority as the teacher in you propels others to think for themselves and appreciate the power of their minds. You just gotta give it to em a little harder, but they'll think you later ;)

Saturn in the fourth house, the golden child. Yes i said it. They learn the way of their ancestors at a young age. Hell, they might even be the ancestor reincarnated. Jus gotta show everyone a thing or too before you hit it off to the next dimension ;)

These big brains know a lot and carry wisdom like no other. Its a shame that others force themselves (yes, force) to misunderstand them when their young and will convince themselves once more when their old. They can't handle the youngin holding them at a standard they themselves never gave em. Only saturn ;)

Saturn in the 5th. Play play play baby, we only got one life to live and we need yall to live it. They take things to new heights when you give em a lift. Their sturdy on the ground but they dont mind being picked up. They love to be head over heels for someone, they just wont break their standards for you so... they'll typically have to deal with bargainers from time to time. Lucky for them they never budge, which is why they stay single for a while until they find that one. They adore a love affair like in the 90s romance films, but only if it last forever. Their not too into fairytales.

Can be the life of the party but theirs limits to it. Their not your flat out drunk type, but they will be the social drinker.

Again, these babes have a standard and they hold a really good reputation for themselves & they will not do anything stupid for the sake of others enjoyment. More mature settings are best for them, no matter the age.

Saturn in the 6th house, Work work work work work! This is the house they strive in. A beneficial place for saturn before saturn is all about commitment, working hard and putting in the effort even if it makes them sick. Because thats what its like working with the 6th house (or being a virgo) and they can handle it.

Some of the hardest workers and are usually respected and valued by their co-workers and bosses due to them understanding the rules and working with them. Won't talk back unless necessary and pretty much will finish their duties without rebeling against authority. The thing is, they are naturals when it comes to management or being at the head of something so they understand what to do and what not to do. Also prone to take their time no matter how long it takes.

Saturn in the 7th, lonely lovers.. lol jk. these people are really romantic when they want to be, its hard for them to pick the right partners at time due to an influx of standards that are impossible for others to truly meet. Their a rare breed looking for another rare gem to live happily forever with. As that is not a problem, they must face themselves through the art of others showing up for them in a way they wouldn't have noticed was in them all along. Who ever they date is mirroring the inner turmoil they face on a daily, the partner is just turning up the charm on this one.

These radiators are turbulent in mass destruction when their needs aren't met in partnerships. They'll become the storm and turn everything upside down when their not facing the moments that are there to teach em a lesson. Helping them understand the dialects they have between them and other much deeper. It is for their personal growth. Believe in yourself and a better love will come.

Saturn in the 8th, testy testy. Your heart belongs to the world, your blessed to see the unknown from a consciousness thats presented with a crock of bullshit since the time you were born... not kidding. You may see things from more complexed lens from your peers but how you talk they would never know.

You have insights on how the world really works, and for better for worse you can transform things to something beneficial.

the darkside has its perks, you just have to appreciate the light a little better and everything will come together.

9th house saturns just know it all, a cosmic gift. They've learned a lot through past lives and bring it all back to us so we can appreciate the inner knowings of their minds. Their thoughts hold philosophical treasures that help us stick to a certain belief instead of always changing them. Its okay for our thoughts to evolve, but when their constantly changing with no background check it becomes a problem. 9th house saturns believe in committing to a ideal to get the better contract. Otherwise, we'll always be following someone else's tricks to believing in something that doesnt work for society as a whole but just for that person. These individuals train their minds to think bigger and expand on certain details before just sitting with a belief, its just better that way. They need to learn more so they can appreciate the wheel turning to different tides.

Saturn in the 10th, think big, dream big, be BIG. In its rightful house, these potential bosses will rule their world and leave a mark. They know what they want for themselves and they must commit to the details before that plan can get in order.

They must learn themselves in a way that others would not see coming. No such thing as potential when they already are the thing they want to embody, yall just havent seen it yet. They collect enough data before they take the world by storm with their mission and things begin to take shape for them to create space for their higher self. The kings and queens of manifesting their reality, they usually carry a lot of faith with them as they work hard to be where they want to be.

Saturn in the 11th, work hard. play hard. dont forget to thank the community, they did a lot just so they could see you win! Dont run away from help, thats your lesson here. The way you commit to yourself is the fastest way to get others to see your dreams and help you, too. This one is way shorter, i had to get straight to the point <3

Saturn in the 12th, you helpless helpers, lol jk. Seriously though, you guys need to see yourself in a better light. All that guilt shame and fear isnt doing anything but stopping you from achieving what you want. You know, calling yourself that bad word doesnt mean thats what you are... so why keep tricking your mind like that? its only going by what you say it. You're consciousness is smarter than you think. Once you learn the mind you can challenge the mind to benefit you. Commit to changing your way of thinking and watch how reality shape shifts into the world you want to be in.

hope that helps. enjoy everybody!

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[janus-cadet]

Tarot Project - N°33

This is yet another tarot card- strangely, the first I drew for the MCU. Obviously, it was motivated by the ending of the last show I saw, which did not left me indifferent.

(it broke me and I'll never be the same again)

So here is Loki, burdened with glorious purposes, as The Magician.

(If you haven't see the season yet and are avoiding spoilers, don't look for the explanation under the cut!)

For starters, the Magician is said to be the conduit that converts energy into matter. He represents worldly experience and knowledge ; he has seen it all, experience it all, and acts at the gateway between spiritual and material realms- just like would be a God trapped in the roots of Yggdrasil, all seeing, all creating. He is the root of the whole tarot- having access to the symbols of each suits : Wands, Swords, Cups, Pentacles. The Magician has unlimited potential, is manifestation at its best : who else to embody that, than the God of Stories, the most powerful being in the universe? Timely was right- truly a magician.

But that's not all. Let's start with the meaning of the card, upright.

As the master manifestor, the Magician brings you -you, person living in any timelines ever- the ressources and energy you need to make your own choice. He's giving you a chance. Like him, you might be facing changes, new ideas that challenge who you were: it's now time to act on them. The skills (maybe time magic ?) and knowledges (perhaps your brand new sciency PhD) you have gathered along your life path have led you where you are now. You must have a clear vision of the goal you are trying to achieve. It is not enough to be motivated by ego, money, status or fame, by a throne. When you are clear about your "what", your "why"... your "who"... you will be able to take actions. You are powerful, you are a creative being: you can reach, now, your highest potential. Focus on the ONE thing that will truly motivate you. Be active. Be a tree.

Reversed, the card can indicate that are still uncertain. You know that you have to take action, but are uncertain of the course it must take. You are afraid of what you might loose, what path you need to choose; be patient, be attentive- the solution will manifest itself in time, when you'll be ready to accept it. If you are already acting on your goal, the Magician Reversed can be a sign that you are struggling to see progress and success (perhaps because of some annoying Avengers who refuse to accept your perfectly reasonnable demands ; perhaps you can't make yourself kill that one person to save the rest.) Maybe you are not clear on your desired outcome; maybe your effort are misdirected, unfocused. You may be lacking conviction. Perhaps the goal you're going after is not the one you actually need, or even want. Are you sure you want that throne ? Are you aware of the price coming with any glorious purpose ?

At its worst, the Magician Reversed signifies manipulation and trickery. You may be masterful at manifesting, but you are lost, and you may only do it for personal gain and at the expense of others. Does it feels off? Maybe. It might means you were made to work for the highest good, before you find yourself lost. Remember your "why", remember your "who". You have many skills, talents, capabilities, but your real potential is not being maximized. You have to ask yourself- what needs to change for you to reach your full potential? What do you crave the most? You can't lie to yourself: you have to be honest, as painful as it might be. You have to be ready to do what it takes to reach your most important goal.

If, in the end, it matters most to see your friends having a shot at life, at happiness, than it matters to not be alone- then, you know what you have to do.

With that, I conclude my explanation. Only one more card, and I'll be done with the Major Arcana!

(Just like Marvel is done with Loki a h)

I hope you liked it. You, yes, you who is still reading! Thank you for that.

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[offside-the-lines]

Safe Sex Resource

A lot of the time, in our writings online, we don’t always show our characters practicing safe sex (whether for narrative flow or other reasons) and will just add in our author’s notes to practice safe sex in your real life. It can be hard to find good and concise information online so I have compiled this for authors to link in their notes. I recommend everyone take a look, there might be something in here you didn't already know.

This post is largely inspired by @fakejuly who shared a lot of their knowledge and advice from their years in the sw industry, and from my own experience creating curriculums for and teaching sex & relationship education.

I have tried to make it as inclusive as possible, please let me know if you have any feedback. If you spot something I missed, please let me know. I will be updating this periodically. My inbox is also always open if you have any questions/concerns/etc.

Last update: Jan 16, 2024

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"Condoms prevent STIs and pregnancy in the vast majority of cases, when used correctly." 

Using a condom correctly and consistently can increase its efficacy from 87% to 98%. Most surveyed individuals are not using it correctly or consistently so make sure you are well-informed. We hear this all the time, but what does “used correctly” actually mean?

Familiarize yourself with the steps.

Using the right size: if it's too big, it can slide off or leak; if it's too small, it can break or come off. Condoms usually come in 5 sizes (there are options like MyONE that have 52 sizes).

Condoms can be damaged by heat. They should be kept somewhere cool (not in wallets, or sat on in back pockets, or kept in your glovebox). They also have an expiry date. 

Sex can also lead to friction (heat) so condoms should be changed between activities and after about 15 minutes of any vigorous activity.

Never double up (i.e. wearing two condoms or using both an external and an internal condom).

Use lube 100% of the time (except oral sex), even if you think you don't need it, even for "lubricated" condoms (the lube mainly stops it sticking to itself). Lube should be applied to the outside, but a drop in the tip of the condom before putting it on is also a good idea.

NEVER use oil-based lube or any type of oil (e.g. lotion, vaseline, coconut oil). Water based lube is the best option. Silicone based lube can be good for sex in water (e.g. shower, pool, bath) or providing more sustaining slip, but be careful near your sex toys (more on this later).

Penetrative partners should hold the base of the condom when they pull out immediately after they ejaculate so the condom doesn't leak or come off as the penis gets flaccid.

For oral sex (vulval or anal), you should use a barrier. You can make one out of a condom. (There are also companies like Loral that make latex “underwear” that have great sensation transfer and are a very good barrier for AFAB individuals).

Sharing sex toys: Most of the sex toy safety recommends "don't share them ever" which unfortunately is impractical for some people.

If more than one person is going to use the toy (within a session or between different sessions), use a condom.

Condoms are often coated in a thin layer of silicone lube. This can react with low-quality silicone toys - there are unlubricated condoms for those - but higher-quality (platinum cured) silicone should be fine. When in doubt, spot test on the base of the toy.

As with above, always use water-based lube. 

Condoms have not been proven to protect you from mold that the toy may be harboring or toxic chemicals from low-quality materials (e.g. jelly toys).

prevention is the best cure

Due to the variable efficacy of condoms, for individuals where pregnancy is a concern, it is recommended to also be using the pill, injection, IUD, etc.

Condoms (internal or external) are the only prevention for STIs. This isn't meant to be stressful - the most common STIs are treatable and often curable (more on this later).

STIs can be transmitted via fluids AND skin contact, so use condoms when you’re engaging in oral sex, hand stuff or sharing sex toys, in addition to penetrative sex.

STIs can be transmissible via any of your fluid membranes, that includes your mouth, throat, nose, and eyes.

Condoms are extremely effective against HIV, and reasonably effective against chlamydia and gonorrhea. Contracting chlamydia and gonorrhea is not the end of the world, it is curable with antibiotics but you can also be asymptomatic.

Condoms aren’t as effective at preventing herpes (symptomatically will manifest as open sores) and HPV (symptomatically will manifest as genital warts). 

Everyone who is able to should get the HPV vaccine, regardless of gender or sexuality. HPV is the most common STI. Most cases resolve on their own within 2 years, but for those that don’t, it can lead to cancers of the cervix, vagina, vulva, penis, anus and throat. Almost all cervical cancers are caused by HPV. The vaccine is extremely effective.

Even if you believe you have been safe and are asymptomatic, get tested regularly. At least once a year. (Even if you are in a long term monogamous relationship).

In summary:

Try your best to be safe but in real life, shit happens, so at least stick to these three things: 1) know your safety boundaries prior to sex and don't change them for anybody, 2) talk/ask about STI status before anything begins, and 3) get tested regularly.

CONSENT IS MANDATORY.

Communication is what makes sex good. Talking about sex is sexy. :) 

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@absurdthirst's Kinktober 2023 Prompts

Day 3: Rimming, Fingering/Handjob, Dry Humping

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

| PAIRING(s): Maxwell Lord x fem!reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 769 | CONTENT: rimming, handjob, fingering, internalized homophobia, acknowledgment that the 80s were cringe as fuck | SYNOPSIS: Max might be confused, but his asshole isn't.

“I-I’m not so sure about—OH, ohhh,” Max moans.

You let the tip of your tongue slowly tease his ring of muscle. “Ssshh, just let it feel good, Max.”

The gold of  his pinky ring glimmers as it catches the light in his shaky hands, gripping the edge of the desk for dear life. His freshly polished black dress shoe bent at the toe where he pushes hard into the floor to ground himself. He lets out a shaky breath when you drag the flat of your tongue against his rim.

“I don’t–this isn’t–I like women,” he hastily explains as his cock gets harder with each passing second. Figures the macho businessman in a tacky power suit would get stuck on his own internalized homophobia.

“Max, I’m a woman. So let this woman show you how good you can feel,” you urge. No need to get into the fact that he was a complete disaster bisexual. He’d have to work that one out for himself later. He was already circling the truth when you noticed how his eyes lingered on the men in the porno tapes you’d pop into the VCR every now and then. He’d flush crimson and try to fuck you harder, as if you wouldn’t notice.

“Okay, okay,” he concedes. 

A high pitched whine gets stuck in his throat the first time you dip the tip of your tongue inside him. His breaths come fast and hoarse.

“I didn’t know this could–OH–never done this before,” he pants as you start to lap and circle your tongue in earnest.

“So hard for me, baby. Think you can come for me just like this?” you purr.

You reach a hand around to his front and start stroking him. He groans eagerly before you even finish your first pass down his length. His legs shake from the added sensation.

He reaches one hand behind his back from where you’d just left and pulls himself open wider for you to explore. “Can you go deeper?” he warbles.

You smile to yourself and shove as much of your tongue inside him as you can while stroking him harder and faster. He lets out a glorious, agonized moan.

“More, more please, MORE,” he cries. His hand finds its way to the back of your head, his massive hands cradling it with ease, and gently pushes you into him.

You moan at the feeling of him clenching on either side of your face as you bury yourself in him. His muscles tense and flex like he’s trying to stave off his orgasm. You pull back and spit a hot pearl of saliva directly into the taut center of his asshole and use it for lube as you prod his entrance with your thumb.

He makes a shrill sort of groaning sound at your tease of stretching him with a finger.

You curl your other four fingers forward and up until you’re cupping and groping his balls. His knees start to give way, and he catches himself on the desk with two trembling arms.

“Come for me just like this, Max,” you urge. You spit into your hand and quickly resume jerking him over his desk full of work papers.

When you advance your thumb inside him up to the first knuckle, he can’t hold off any longer. He makes a strangled wail as his hole sucks in more of your thumb and he spills onto his desk in several long, thick ropes of cum.

“FUCK!” he sobs. Sweat trickles down his temple and neck until the drips pool and absorb into the stupid white collar of his color contrast button-up.

You let him take a few breaths before gently removing your finger. He moans again at the feeling of something filling and moving in his asshole.

“How was that, baby?” you ask softly, biting back the triumphant grin threatening to plaster itself onto your features. You get up from your knees behind him and nuzzle against his bicep that’s still holding him up against the desk. “Did you like how that felt? Me playing with your ass?”

Max flushes considerably at your gentle teasing, but he’s quick to recover when he notices the mess on his desk.

“Shit. I needed these reports by tomorrow morning,” he laments as he assesses what little of his work is salvageable, most of it covered in his cum.

“Oops,” you giggle.

“Looks like we’re working late tonight,” he sighs with a cluck of his tongue.

Max might be slowly coming to terms with his disaster bisexual destiny, but one thing will never change: the man is a workaholic.

#kinktober #Maxwell Lord #pedro pascal characters

[rustingcat]

Twilight

They started working on the test immediately. Bringing both Brainy and Nia to draw blood, as Kara and Lena started loading materials and performing last minute check ups before their real full trial. Their preparations took longer than expected, both Lena and Kara had important day jobs to get back to after all. After work, they started testing the nourishment distribution system. Hopefully the main system they would need to update and temper with in the long run.

A problem with a delicate Foundation project called Lena away in the late evening. Kara insisted on continuing by herself as there was not much left to do, Lena agreed and promised she would come back as soon as she could. Lena ended up coming up to check on updates every time she had a minute before needing to go back to deal with another issue.

It was getting much later than Kara anticipated when she finished setting up the PF, checking the numbers twice before proceeding to the next stage. The excitement came back to her in full force when she faced the familiar UI once more.

Their first trial was about to begin, their first test to see if their machine was capable of creating life!

She happily pressed continue through the proceeding warning windows and activated the nourishment system. She watched in glee as one of the pods lit up, indicating its activity. A warm feeling spread in her chest as she felt her smile widening. That little thing would become a baby, a baby that would be so loved and cared for by everyone around them, they're gonna drown in it.

Kara wiped off a tear and checked the status of the PF, which should start its transformation into an active embryo pretty soon. The numbers seemed to be on par as expected as PF1 made its new home in pod number one, pretty fitting Kara smiled. It took her a second to realise her mistake.

Getting closer than necessary to read through the genetic data of the new embryo confirmed her suspicions. She accidentally processed her and Lena's genetic data. The baby being created belonged to her and Lena!

Kara took a step back in sheer shock, her eyes as wide as saucers locked on the screen.

"Hey Kara." She heard Lena's voice from behind her.

Kara turned quickly, moving her hands around frantically from the shot of anxiety that went through her system and swallowed hard while she did her best to look normal. She gave Lena her best reassuring smile, that might have showed a bit too much teeth. Luckily Lena was engrossed in her tablet, writing down whatever it was that needed her attention. Kara was grateful her mistake was yet to be discovered.

"How did it go?" Lena continued, finally looking up from her tablet to meet Kara's questionable gaze. "Did it process Nia's and Brainy's genetic data?" She asked, concerned. With the crisis she was dealing with she was probably desperate for some good news.

A small giggle left her lips as Kara swallowed hard. "All is fine." She lied, raising a thumb up to solidify her claim. She would be the first one to admit that her statement was not as convincing as she hoped it to be, but at least it wasn't 'I accidentally started a process to create a baby for us', which was honestly a win by itself.

Lena studied her for a second. "Are you ok?" She asked with concern.

"Yeah, yes. Definitely. Just… you know, excited. Yes, I'm just so excited." She nodded enthusiastically.

"If you run into any problems you–" whatever it was that Lena was about to say was cut short as the power for the entire building was suddenly cut off. The room was illuminated by the moon and the few computer screens that moved to work on the back up generator and the New Birthing Matrix that had its own personal power supply created specially for it.

"God dammit," Lena muttered, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "I'm really sorry, I'll be right back." Lena stormed off the room and Kara selfishly wished she would exhaust all of her frustration on either her problematic project, or the people responsible to it so she wouldn't have the energy to be mad at Kara. Rao, she was terrible.

Breathing a small sigh of relief once she heard Lena entering a room a few floors down, Kara turned back to the machine.

Standing in the dark room, staring at the small pod illuminated almost exclusively by the twilight as the moon shined brightly through the opened window, Kara felt a shiver running down her spine.

Kara moved closer to the monitor, her fingers hovering over the termination button once again, only this time she would destroy something else, something more.

She saw them again, those flashes of small hands, chubby cheeks, and dimpled smile holding a small bundle of rags. A possible future. A future that had been haunting her dreams for months at this point. A possible future she suddenly desperately wanted to see to fruition.

Kara stepped back from the monitor to stand in front of the pod. She lay a hand on the protective glass, it was warmer than she anticipated. A small smile spread on her lips, knowing her hand was only inches away from their baby. She tasted something salty in her mouth only to realise she was crying. Rao, what a crazy day, a small chuckle escaped her lips as her tears became stronger. She was crying, she was standing in front of what she desperately hoped would become her first born child, a bizarre thought by itself.

Kara let herself have that moment, before drying her tears and turning back to the machine. She had still promised Nia and Brainy a child after all. It suddenly dawned on her, it would mean that their children could be born at around the same time! Give or take a few weeks, depending on the development of all the different species involved, but it would mean lots of conjoined birthday parties – if the kids wanted to of course – happy playtime together, and a chance to gain a true friend for life. Suddenly, this idea seemed like the perfect plan, she frankly wasn't sure why she hadn’t thought of it earlier.

Kara processed the second PF to pod number two, then lit up similarly to the first. They were already best friends, Kara smiled to herself, living next door to each other and all. "Be kind to your neighbour." She addressed her unborn child. And took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and turning back to the monitor.

She confirmed everything was okay with Nia and Brainy's data before letting herself sit down on the small couch in the corner of the room. In the dim twilight, Kara felt the dawn of a new era begin. Growing, in front of her eyes.

Kara wasn't sure how long she'd been staring at the pod before she fell asleep.

The morning sound that woke her up was not her usual alarm, nor was it the warm rays of the sun, but a loud voice that felt way too close to her face.

"Kara!" It rang in her ears, "Explain! Now!"

Read everything in order on AO3

Also, this whole fic was inspired by my little animation I did for last year's Supercorptober! This one right here

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[sdyd]

* ALWAYS WATCHING OVER YOU. sentence starters from kaigan games' horror series, simulacra. change pronouns / tense as necessary.

now we are luminous, a bright star. all shall see us !

I've been trying to reach out ...

thank god I found this phone.

you are not worthy of respect.

poor unfortunate soul.

you're just like the rest, a sheep.

tragic. we can change that.

you think you can stop me ?

I have no use for someone who accepts the world they are given.

no one truly deserves anything.

I ate and entire pizza by myself in five minutes.

tell me I'm pretty.

material attachment is so pedestrian.

behind your glass screens, behind your black mirrors, is a reflection of reality.

we seek those with extraordinary influence.

you are lost.

it is easy to be led astray when you are so broken.

you deserve to be followed.

you looked through his phone ?!

he has the nerve to accuse me of invading his privacy.

you're the one who went out of line.

I am not even mad, just disappointed.

how are you feeling ?

can you stop being so emotional right now ?

you've got the wrong person.

I'm not who you think I am.

you're better than this, [ name ].

what are you rambling about ?

maybe he'll slip up and tell you something we don't know.

there's something on my mind ...

it's not my fault that she left you.

if you're obsessed with me, I get it.

there's something off about him.

it's too late for me.

she can still be saved.

do not trust its' words.

nothing is what it seems.

I saw him, then I blacked out.

it only reveals itself too its' chosen

he told you, didn't he ?

I am her as she is me.

if it is me you wish to see, so be it.

impressive. a worthy pretender.

you have seen through my mask.

do you crave the truth so badly ?

the material society is fading, a digital one taking its' place.

she did nothing wrong and nothing right.

is that how you've been feeling ?

expecting him to follow you is pointless.

your actions will carry weight. live with them.

fuck this silent treatment. fuck it so much.

hello, worm.

don't forget your headphones.

no more losing, only growing.

when you look into my eyes, you can see it looking back.

join the fun !

worms, how are we feeling today ?

my followers are my puny worms.

there is no end or beginning.

we will never be separated.

pretender.

soon, this will become your reality.

hola chikas !

grovel as we consider your divinity.

that old fool mistakeningly thinks he has solved this.

your concept of right and wrong eludes me.

your own suffering will lead you back to us

how does it feel when everyone leans on you for guidance ?

don't compare yourself to me. ever. you're not on my level and you never will be.

don't you kids link everything to the cloud these days ?

are you having a stroke ?

who's going to believe us if we said some face - tearing monster killed them ?

I'm not a cartoon rabbit.

life hurts a lot more than death.

yes, a person was ruined.

this is not your memory.

I was lost and you sensed my need. I followed your path and you kept me from falling.

you need a form. a new body, a new face. a true face ... I will do this for you.

what is the current status of the investigation ?

[ name ] appears to be on this alone.

focus, please.

tell me, what do you see ?

step, seek, and proceed.

your path is coming to an end.

tell me, what do you doubt ?

find the truth.

my perversion fails to deceive you. you have seen through my mask.

what's the worst that could happen ?

we will never be separated.

you showed me that the human heart can hide so much more.

you have given me a great gift.

why won't you just let him be happy ?

this cannot be !

you and I are not that different.

I'm really scared. I've been trying to reach out.

I asked for your name.

then who will save me ?

it's getting harder to think.

I need to get out of here !

help me defeat this thing, [ name ] !

I'm right here. you won't go through this alone.

you should go.

it's up to you now.

promise that you'll remember me ?

I'm glad your here.

the only way forward is to disappear.

who am I to deny their wish ?

no one deserves that.

I should have paid more attention.

I valued my own ambition over their cries for help.

I forgot who I was.

is it really that easy ?

everything is slipping away.

you really think I can do this ?

embrace your sins.

you wear the face of a ghost.

you're unable to exist without something to latch onto.

GET ! OUT ! OF ! MY ! HEAD !

I don't know what to say ...

you pulled me back. thank you.

that's what partners are for.

I'm not letting you go that easily !

thanks for believing in me.

we've got so much to talk about.

I'm not afraid anymore. I feel clarity.

don't deny its' voice, let it through.

I just embraced the truth.

I'm here. I'm not leaving you.

you've seen the damage I can do.

no one deserves that.

you're safe, you're with me.

now, where were we ?

I can't lose you too !

I'm on my way ! just stay on the line !

you can do this.

#sentence starters #rp prompts #rp memes #rp meme #roleplay memes #roleplay prompts

[pankowperfection]

Hey love! Would you write Rudy pankow with an innocence kink?

Not So Innocent

A/N: putting my own twist on this, hope you don't mind

Warnings: inexperienced!Rudy, innocence kink, smut, softdom!reader, dirty talking, teasing, 18+

You swing your leg over Rudy's lap, using his hair to pull his head at an angle so you can deepen the kiss. His hands rest shyly on your waist, not daring to venture lower and grip onto your ass like you hoped he would.

You can feel his heart thundering in his chest beneath your other hand that is working to undo the buttons of his shirt. When your tongue eases into his mouth he moans, the sound going straight to your core and making your clit throb with need.

"What's the matter baby? Aren't you enjoying this?" He looks almost worried, watching closely as your hands trace the lines of his abs, coming to stop at his belt buckle.

"No y/n, I am. It's just..."

He turns away, unable to meet your gaze. You don't miss the blush that spreads up his neck and over his cheeks, or the way he's gnawing on his bottom lip.

You grab his sculpted jaw firmly, forcing him to look at you once again. "What is it Ru? You know you can tell me anything."

He exhales a huge breath he had been holding, visibly sagging back into the couch cushions as he decides to tell you the truth. "I've never really done this before. I mean, I've kissed girls and maybe gotten to second base a few times but never....went all the way."

Its like an electric current spreads through your system, your body coming alive at the thought of being the one who gets to teach him how to please you. You feel your panties instantly dampen, your unknown innocence kink showing itself for the first time.

"Look, if you don't want to be with me anymore I get it." He sounds sad now, thinking you must be so turned off by his inexperience.

You decide to reassure him with action, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning down to kiss him once again. Your lips press soft kisses down his jaw, completing a scorching path down his neck before arriving back at his ear.

"You've got it all wrong baby boy. I'm more than happy to teach you, if that's what you want?" you whisper seductively, teasing the shell of his ear with your tongue before giving it a light nibble.

He shivers beneath your touch, cock hardening once again, seeking the unknown pleasure from the heat radiating between your thighs.

"Please sweetheart. Show me how to make you feel good."

That was all you needed to hear. You lean back, taking time to remove your shirt slowly before following suit with your bra. He can't look away from the swells of your breasts, biting his lip once again when he sees your nipples harden in the cool air.

You grab his hands, urging him to feel you himself. "Touch me Rudy. Just like this." You show him what to do, kneading your breast softly before starting to tease your nipple. He's eager to please, sitting up straighter and wrapping his ring clad fingers around your sensitive buds.

The contrast of his hot skin with the cool metal makes you moan loudly, the sound going straight to his cock that is threatening to burst from his seam. He takes the lead now, urging you onto your back while he rests beside your body.

His dominant hand traces random patterns down over your stomach, skipping over your core and teasing the insides of your thighs instead. You undo your button and zipper, silently inviting him to explore you further.

He takes the hint, peeling your shorts down your legs and taking the time to admire your lace covered pussy. Two of his fingers trace over the thin material and you suck in a breath, sparks shooting through your body from the friction.

He teases you relentlessly, almost having you question whether he truly has never done this before. His fingers dance around the edges of your panties, going back to rubbing your clit over the material while he leans down closer.

His tongue traces the lines of your panties and your body shudders, anticipation driving you crazier by the second. When he lands an open mouthed kiss over your clit, you can't help but buck your hips up into his face, grabbing onto his hair to try to force him closer.

"Rudy please. All this teasing is killing me."

"I heard its all about the build up... bet you're nice and wet for me now, aren't ya baby?"

His fingers finally pull your panties to the side, his fingers working to open you up to his greedy eyes. He groans when he feels what he's done to you, pulling his fingers away and admiring the moisture glistening on them before licking them clean.

"As much as I'd love to see how your oral game is, I need to feel you inside of me. Right now."

You sit up quickly, helping him remove his remaining clothes before urging him to sit back down on the plush sofa. You get into almost an identical position to what started this all earlier, but no longer with barriers between your skin.

"Ready baby?" you question, wrapping your hand around his pretty cock and starting to stroke him slowly.

His eyes threaten to roll, muscles tensing at the overwhelming pleasure your hand is bringing him. "Yes y/n, fuck me."

You line him up, sinking down slowly and whining at the stretch. He's the biggest you've ever had, a deep ache settling in your core already from being so full. His eyes are closed, hands gripping tightly onto your hips as he struggles to remain calm at the feeling of you so hot and tightly wrapped around him.

"Feel good Rudy? Ready for me to move?"

"Shit sweetheart, feels fucking amazing. Not sure I'm gonna last when you start to move though, so fucking tight."

"Don't worry, I'm gonna enjoy this just as much as you. Eyes on me pretty boy. Watch me blow your mind."

He peels is eyes open, pupils blown with lust as he sees you in a whole different way. You start of slowly, grinding your hips in a circle and loving how his face contorts in pleasure as he gets to feel every inch of your warms walls.

You capture his lips in another heated kiss, sucking on his tongue as you start to glide up and down his impressive length. Each time you pull almost all the way off before sliding back down, his body rocking to meet your motions as he moans and writhes beneath you.

"Mmm y/n, god. "M gonna cum." His hands slide up to your breasts, playing with your nipples once again and making the band in your stomach tighten further.

"Almost there baby, rub my clit please." He instantly obeys, moving one hand down your body and rubbing your bud in soft circles. You start to bounce faster and harder, determined to cum yourself so he can experience what its like.

The way he sounds desperately trying to hold off his own release tips you over the edge, crying out his name as your walls clench around him.

"Oh fuck," he bites out, whole body tensing before you feel him release deep inside of you. You stop bouncing, placing soft kisses over his jaw before landing back at his lips once again.

"How was that for your first time?"

He gives you a sexy, satisfied grin, lightly scratching your back to show his appreciation.

"Better than I imagined honestly. Do you think you can teach me how to go down down on a girl next?"

"Oh I definitely don't mind at all. Something tells me you're gonna be a great learner."

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[mbakuetshurisprincess]

From My Headphones: Mountains

AN: Hello my loves! I really just wanted to write something today so we went back to old faithful and pulled something from my song inspo playlist. This thing really is like a quick writing palate cleanser for me in full honesty, hence why it’s so short lol. I really didn’t even wanna put a tag list on this one cause it was so short lmfao. 

Summary: Who else would Shuri turn to in her time of need?

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of injury that’s it I think.

Word count: 1,068

Part 1.  Masterlist.  Taglist.

Suggested listening: Mountains - Charlotte Day Wilson

“Up on the mountain (up on the mountain) Searched through the valley (searched through the valley) You hear me calling (you you hear me calling) Won't you come find me? (Won't you come and find me?) Please don't forsake me (please don't forsake me)”

It had to be easily two or three AM when the familiar sound of a certain someone knocking at your door came. Groggily throwing a large fur over your shoulder and slipping your feet into your slippers you opened the door, greeted by an injured Shuri. She stood sheepishly there, staring down at your feet waiting for you to say something.

“This is the third time this month Shuri.”

“Does that mean you’re going to leave me out here? I mean, I trekked all the way up here in the snow.” The young Queen rocked on the balls of her feet, pulling her bottom lip into her teeth.

You stared at her for a moment, contemplating if denying her to teach her a lesson would be best in this case. But as much as you wanted to, your heart said no. Here Shuri was, feeling comfortable enough with you to come to seek your aid when she was at her most vulnerable.

No, you could never turn her away when she was like this.

Stepping aside to let the poor girl in, Shuri breathed out a thank you. Appreciative that your thin patience hadn’t run out just yet.

At this point you two had turned this whole ordeal into a dance, knowing the ins and outs and working with each other to make sure you had all the materials you needed. While you pick out an incense stick to set the room, Shuri grabs the matches from the cabinet above you. Making sure to breathe ever so slightly down your neck when she, leaving goosebumps in her path.

As you clear your small kitchen table of its wood decorations, Shuri strips out of the thick over-layers that she wore on the climb up here. Leaving her just in her sports bra and leggings. You try not to oggle at the sight, this was about healing Shuri, not praising the God’s for giving her a perfect body. Shuri however was amused at the way you pulled your eyes from her quickly as if you’d seen something you weren't allowed to.

This dance you two did ended with Shuri laying on her back on the table and you standing over her, a bowl filled with various herbs in your hand. There was only one injury Shuri came to you for, the one thing she didn’t trust anyone to try and heal; her injury from the fight with Namor.

Looking down over her as you gathered some of the mixture in your hand you analyzed the wound. Clearly, she’d reopened it doing God’s know-what and tried to get it to reseal by itself with no success. “What did you do to it this time?” You distracted her with a question as you applied the first layer.

She groaned slightly when your fingers made contact with her skin. No matter how gentle you seemed to be, that area was always extra sensitive. “I was helping with the rebuilding efforts in the River Tribe, moving things, stuff like that.”

“Mhm,” You encouraged her to continue on as you applied the second layer thicker this time.

Shuri’s eyes studied all of your movements. How focused you were on the task at hand, how every movement seemed filled with intention and you allowed not even a drop to go to waste. “I was playing with some of the children, showing off my strength.”

This pulled your eyes away from her stomach and up to her own. Giving her a look that let her know you were not pleased.

“What!” She cried out in mock defense. “They’re small children, what was I supposed to do? Not pick them up?”

You rolled your eyes. “Uh huh yeah whatever. So you pick them up and then what?”

Shuri lets out a sigh, moving her hands from her side to rest interlaced behind her head. This put her toned upper body right in your face and it took everything in you not to feast on what she was so clearly dangling in front of you. “Well of course when I feel my stitches rip, I can take a good guess that picking up all twenty of them was not the best idea. So when I got back to my lab, I whipped something up quickly to deal with it and went about my day.”

You shook your head as you wiped the last bits of the mixture onto her skin, encasing the previous two layers with this one. “That’s your problem.” You declared as you cleaned up your workspace, Shuri sitting up from the table and looking down at your work.

“What’s my problem?” She asked as she hopped off the table and followed you around the kitchen. Not giving you a lick of space to yourself. This was on purpose and you knew it, Shuri didn’t get a lot of time to spend with you. With your house being situated deep enough into the Jabari Land mountains your own brother M’baku had famously declared he would never make the trip. And Shuri’s newfound responsibilities being Queen and Black Panther, time just wasn’t on you two’s side.

But that didn’t stop Shuri from coming to you anytime she was injured, using it as an excuse to turn up at your doorstep at odd hours without invitation. Knowing you’d never turn her away.

“Your problem,” You turned around to answer Shuri but found that she was right behind you. “Is that you keep expecting a machine to heal something that only you can.”

Shuri sighed at your words having heard a variation of this speech before a million times. “I’m serious ihunanya (love).” You reached out and ghosted your fingers over where the paste had now completely dried to her skin. “You can’t use technology to heal this, nor can you expect me to with my herbs. Your body will heal once your mind has.”

You looked up at her hoping that maybe this time your message had gotten through to her, but you couldn’t tell.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Shuri’s request came quiet, it wasn’t unusual, but it did come as a shock to you that she asked. Typically you would just go to bed normally and she would join you, no questions asked just a mutual understanding. But tonight you had a feeling this was about more than just sleep, Shuri was searching for connection.

“Of course.”

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[voluptuarian]

Favorite Movie Costumes (pt. 1)

Recently got the line-up-your-toys urge to list and discuss my favorite tv and movie costumes-- my favorites are many and tumblr's image limit is low, so I'm not sure how many posts this'll eventually spread to, but here's the first crop.

The Queen's red gown - The Brother's Grimm

I don't think anyone on earth wanted to love this movie more than I did when it came out-- sadly, the film itself was generally a letdown. However, its costumes absolutely delivered, which should come as no surprise since they were designed by Gabriella Pescucci. The costumes for Monica Belluci's queen are my favorites of all, but this piece, the one she wears for most of the movie, may be my favorite costume of all time.

The costume has several iterations; it's paired most prominently with her enormous horned headdress (my fave), but she also wears it with a more delicate tiara.

Marianne de Morangias' red riding habit - Brotherhood of the Wolf

Although Brotherhood of the Wolf is far from a good movie, I have a terrible soft spot for it, which is mostly due to its wonderful costumes, including a crowd of hunting costumes throughout, none more gorgeous than the one Marianne's debuts during the film's first hunt.

I probably owe my love of riding habits to American Girl's Felicity and her swoon-worthy green velvet habit-- they are sadly underused in movies (meanwhile Marianne not only wears this red habit, but also shows off an equally beautiful green one later.)

Christine Daae's masquerade dress - The Phantom of the Opera

Fun fact, I watched this movie as a teenager (after falling in with the inescapable junior high theater nerd crowd, who tried unsuccessfully to use this as a gateway drug to getting me hooked on musicals), then forgot about the vast majority of the costumes, and stumbled upon it again years later without realizing it was from a movie and completely fell in love with it.

I'm very fond of the early 1870s silhouette in general, long trains in particular, and the back of this one is what really sold me. The frothy layers of chiffon?? the flowers?? the graceful tiered bustle?? Obsessed. (Another fun fact, this is one of the references I always bring up when discussing potential wedding dresses.)

Imogen Spurnrose's red ensemble - Carnival Row

I know, another red velvet number ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Imogen's wardrobe is full of lovely quasi-Victorian pieces, but this one had me GASPING when it came on screen. These pictures do not do the color or vibrancy of that jacket justice!

Geilis Duncan's white ballgown - Outlander

I'm usually not a fan of stripped down historical styles, especially ones this anachronistic, but something about the minimalist design of this dress just charmed me.

It reminds of in some way of artistic undress in 17th century portraits, and the lightness of the colors and material has this clean, airy, almost White Lady quality to it, and the simplicity and limited accessorizing really brings out the period silhouette. (Also I adore lover's eyes).

Vanessa Ives' lace blouse - Penny Dreadful

Vanessa has a gorgeous wardrobe (Gabriella Pescucci hitting it out of the park again) containing a number of delicate black and white blouses, but this one is my favorite.

The design is not that complex, but the wealth of tiny details, especially the petal shaped blackworked collar and cuffs, give it a huge visual punch; paired with the decorative belt and beautiful black skirt it's a very unique look that shows off some of the most beautiful elements of the period (last photo courtesy @periodcostumefantasylover)

Lorna's church dress - Lorna Doone

YES another red number. And what a red!! This miniseries is so obscure I had to do my own (butt ugly) screencaps off Youtube, but despite being a fairly modest production, they do some nice 17th century looks in it.

This dress is glimpsed for a moment as Lorna catches sight of her separated lover through the crowd-- very dramatic, but unfortunately it means getting a good look at the beautiful dress is hard, but I did my best: here's the actual scene, if you want a better look (and I'd recommend the series, too!)

Virginia Wilson's Worth dress - 1899

Big shock, the replica House of Worth dress made it in *Oprah shrug* I've adored the original dress for years, so I went nuts seeing it on the show! On top of just top tier everything, the costuming on 1899 was great, and the fact that they decided to throw this dress in was just the cherry on top.

There are some minimal differences between this dress and its inspiration, most notably the change in pattern-- Virginia's dress not only incorporates the alchemical logo like all the rest of the characters, but the rounded edges in the original are all made jagged to match it, as you can really see in the last photo.

---- on to part 2!

[mahtharula]

✧･ﾟ— table for two

starring: privatechef!niccolo x black!reader wc: 872 cw: reader is a model,  niccolo is italian (his name is niccolo, explains itself), refers to cheating, slight angst?

the strong scent of chicken parm filled your nose as you eased your way to the main living space of your penthouse. pink fluffy slippers adorning your manicured feet, while your body was wrapped in your pale pink silk robe that hugged at your curves perfectly, finished the look with your bundles being pinned up in curls. 

as you made your way to the stool that sat at your island, you couldn’t help but watch the man preparing your meal from the evening. From his blonde hair that stayed in a nice short cut to his strong back that flexed against the white material as he whisked at whatever was in the pot.

“good evening, niccolo.” you cooed softly as you sat at the stool, watching as the man before you turned towards you, greeting you with his kind brown eyes, “good evening, ms.l/n. it's nice to finally see you.” he said softly, the warmth of his gaze making you shift in your seat as he went to prepare your plate. 

“nicco, i thought i told you to call me y/n, you don’t need to be so formal.” you spoke once more as niccolo placed your plate before you, “ i know, but it’s about respect. but if that’s what you want, i will, y/n.” he said, presenting you with his signature smile, “thank you and this looks so good nicco!” you squealed, earning a soft laugh from niccolo as you picked up your utensils as he began to clean.

it has been 4 nights since niccolo has seen you. you wouldn’t leave your room at all because of the douche you called your boyfriend. it was a consistent thing with the two of you to keep fighting over his adultery ways! but of course, you would take all the blame and lock yourself away while your boyfriend did god knows what and he hated it! of course, he would want to step in but he knew that was out of bound with his job requirements. 

the silence was peaceful for both of them. from the utensils scratching along the plate to the running of water niccolo had going on for the dishes. The ambient sound was comforting. the presence of one another was comforting. it was as if the two of you were in your own bubble, not focused on the outside world and its problems. but sometimes reality had to come and bite you in the a–

“hello?” you spoke, holding your phone to your ear as your food was disregarded, “no zeke, that’s rich coming from you–what do you mean i’m the blame?” you asked as you stood up from the stool and made your way towards your bedroom.

your voice only got louder the moment your door slammed and niccolo could only close his eyes, keeping his focus on the dishes to refrain from following after you. it was the same bullshit from this guy. whether you're doing a show or traveling, zeke always had a way of getting under your skin, but that’s not what you're supposed to do as a boyfriend, is it? 

it was 30 minutes after you disappeared. the dishes were cleaned, the kitchen was sweep, wiped and sanitized to niccolo’s standards and his bag was all packed for him to clock out for the night. he planned on leaving to give you your space, but something in the back of his mind was nagging him to just check on you. placing his chef bag by the door, he eased his way towards your bedroom door before sending three soft knocks to the door, “y/n?” he called, waiting for any sort of reply. when he was met with silence, he slowly pushed the door in to see you buried in your pillows, “oh y/n…” niccolo said with a sigh as he made his way to your side, rubbing along your back as you cried.

“nicco, i don’t know what i’m doing wrong.” you cried into the pillow, your words getting muffled but niccolo still heard, “its not you, y/n, its him. he’s not the one for you and clearly can’t treat you the way a flower should be taken care off.” niccolo was going somewhere with this but some of his own feelings eased out as you shifted your body to face him, “you think i’m a flower?” you asked softly as you stared at those brown eyes of his, “i do.”

it was like something clicked in your brain as you stared at the man before you. lifting your hand to his cheek, you grazed the supple skin before you leaned in to plant a soft peck to his lips. a peck that lead to a deeper kiss that made you straddle his lap, your acrylic nails raked at his hair as his hands gripped your waist. “wait, wait, wait–” pulling away from his lips as you stared at him, seeing the admiration and lust floating through his eyes, “could you spend the night?” you asked hesitantly, fiddling with your fingers as your stared at the man.

niccolo took ahold of your hands, planting kisses against your palms before giving you an answer.

“of course, flora mio.”

✧･ﾟ— author’s note • so first and foremost, i feel like this man needs more recognition! second, this is much longer than expected but maybe it needs a part two...who knows! but i hope you enjoyed this 😙

#✧･ﾟ—mahwrotethis #privatechef!niccolo #privatechef!niccolo x black reader #aot niccolo

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Today marks the one year anniversary of this blog's first post!

One year ago today, I acted on a whim and made a new blog to post moments from this show that, without context, look absolutely insane. I thought it was funny, my friends thought it was funny, but I didn't really have any big plans. I thought "I'll keep this around for a little bit and then probably drop it". Like I usually do with most projects of this nature.

If you'd told me I'd still be here a year later, I wouldn't have believed you. I especially wouldn't have believed you if you told me how many followers this account would amass in that time period. Honestly even being here now and seeing all of it, it's still a little hard to believe.

Thank you all for supporting this ridiculous little blog. It means a lot.

And after all this time, perhaps it's time for a proper introduction.

Hi, I'm YoshiStack! I've been utterly obsessed with this show since I was 4 years old and I've been involved in the fandom in some capacity since I was 13. Given that I'm about to turn 24 here in a little over a month, you could say I've been here for awhile!

Aside from this blog and the other few video edits I've done, my main contribution to fannish materials is fanfiction! I mostly write gen work about the friendship between the characters, as that's always been one of my favorite parts about the show and characters. You can find my CL work (and other oddities too if you're feeling adventurous) on Ao3 also under the name YoshiStack.

I'm also on YouTube! Right now I'm wrapping up a playthrough of the original Super Mario RPG before the remake releases and in the middle of a playthrough of a childhood game of mine, Thrillville: Off The Rails. I'm still a novice when it comes to recording stuff, but I'm having a lot of fun doing it and it'd mean the world to me if you checked it out.

(And as an aside: if you have audio or video editing you need done, hit me up either on here or the email I have listed on youtube! We'll see if we can work something out!)

Zero obligation to check out either of those ventures, but it'd mean a lot to me if you did!

Now here's some answers to some basic questions for CL and this blog that you may or may not have wondered about:

Favorite Character: Definitely Aelita! I love her arc! Her development from this character the others feel very protective over to ultimate sass master is so fun to watch

Favorite Episode: Oh that's so hard. But If I had to pick just a few...[REDACTED UNTIL POLLS CONCLUDE]

Spoilsport. Favorite season then?: Oh this one is easy! Season 2 for sure! It does a great job introducing all the new elements you need to know about in the beginning of it (Franz Hopper, William, Sector 5, etc) and has well done pay off at the end. And the stuff in the middle is just downright fun! A well executed season all around

Favorite Sector: Prooooobably forest? Something about all the trees is fun to me. Honestly I like most of the sector though. Minus desert. Too much desert in S1

Favorite Monster: I used to be all about the Bloks, but after running this blog for a year now I've gained an appreciation for the comedy that the Tarantulas often pull off. From well timed devirtualizations to killing one of its buddies with their own lasers, they're unintentionally really funny!

Favorite XANA Attack: I unironically love the food monster. Also the rat army. It's absolutely horrifying but pulled off so well

Favorite relationship: Ulrich and Aelita all the way man. Platonically I mean, their friendship is so underrated in the show itself but the few times they get to interact they're just gold (I am Jerlita trash too if you want to know more in that kind of relationship sense)

How do you pick out of context moments?: Honestly most of the time I just pick a random few episodes and skim through until I find something. Sometimes I'll have a particular moment in mind, but sometimes the funniest clips come from me just mindlessly looking through some episodes

Will you ever do Evolution out of context?: I considered using a clip from it for April Fools Day but I got lazy and never got around to it lol. Aside from that idea though, I don't know Evolution well enough to pulls clips from it, and I'm just not super interested in doing so at the moment. If anyone else reading this though has a burning desire though then you absolutely have my blessing (not that you need it obviously)

What do you think about the idea of the show possibly getting a continuation?: So I’ve always been pretty set in my thought that the show doesn’t really need a continuation. While more backstory on Project Carthage would be cool, it never really mattered to the Lyoko Warriors in the end, and the idea of bringing XANA back after they fought so hard to bring it down always felt cheap to me. They had their fight, they won, let them move on in peace.

That being said, the idea of the brains largely responsible for the original show having a genuine interest in continuing does have me at least a little intrigued. It’s way too soon to say whether or not anything will come from that interest of course—TV is a complicated thing and interest from creators alone isn’t enough to make it happen. But if nothing else, it’s nice to know that even all these years later, there’s still interest in the show and these characters from them.

How long will this blog be around?: Honestly I have no idea! I never thought I'd make it this far! I have no plans on stopping any time soon at least—there's tons of episodes I haven't even touched for out of context moments, so I'm not running out of material any time soon!

For now I’m just going to letting things run their course naturally and enjoy the ride.

That’s all I can think of to put here, but my askbox is always open for more questions!

Thank you all once again for your support for this year. I hope you'll join me going into our next one and beyond.

Here's to another year out of context!

#yoshi speaks #not a clip #not out of context #code lyoko

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Do anyone still remember Agents of Shield? You know, the TV show that Marvel studios keeps trying to ignore and now people are debating it if is cannon or not?

I really love that show and it's one of my favorite early Marvel TV series, beside Jessica Jones. Actually, now I know why I like MCU Moon Knight. Just like my previous faves, it keeps itself in it's own bubble and focus more on characters.

But Agents of Shield, while the first season dragged on. The moment it stopped constricting itself to a larger source material (movies AND comics). That is when the storytelling finally shines.

It's not a faithful adaptation of the 616. It is simply taking the core concepts, elements and makes it its own. It did Inhumans first before Ms. Marvel did, a better Secret Wars plot than the series Secret Wars (only with robots, sprinkled in with the concept of the Matrix and Darkhold). Imagine, mixing the Ghost Rider, the Matrix, Hydra, and the Darkhold into a plot that all connects to each other.

And Phil dies more times than Loki did.

Seriously, go watch it. Slog through the first few episodes, because as soon as the Hydra reveal happens, Shit hits the fan and that when the real ride starts.

Man, no wonder I like MCU Moon Knight.

The protagonist also dies, and just walks it off like it's nothing. And even when the protagonist DO dies, the plot demands that they come back, again.

In the Agents of Shield final season, Phil Coulson finally do dies for real. At least the original one, BUT, due to shenanigans with Hydra, again, Phil Coulson have Indepth knowledge of how the organization works, and they need him back to stop Hydra.

They didn't resurrect him though; they already did with alien blood. Instead, they created an LMD clone of Phil Coulson, and it's even a plot point there the LMD have to come to terms that he isn't even Phil, just a robot who is designed to think, act, and behave like Phil.

#rants #agents of shield #marvel