#but in the end if she wants to make a printing press i imagine using a relief technique would be much more efficient

[cordeliawhohung]

Imagine reader just gets extremely horny out of nowhere at like 3am and can't satisfy herself, so she needs to call Ps!Gaz to help her, now THAT omg........ imagine she ends up buying those specific sweets that make you horny without knowing it and ends up eating them all in one sitting, so one thing leads to another and gaz is just fucking her for the next hours in her apartment, lol

*sighs* yet another idea i can't help but turn into a drabble save me ps!gaz (don't consider this canon to their first time together off set i just... this idea is too yummy)

It's only after your third orgasm that you realize why you're feeling the way you are. Feverish skin slick with sweat, you feel ill with exhaustion and a terrible need to satiate something that only seems to grow hungrier the more you feed it. When your fingers weren't enough, you moved to toys, and when that wasn't enough, a wand and still... it aches so bad.

Then you notice the fine print on the "fancy chocolate" your friend gave you. What appeared to be an innocent gift was nothing more than an aphrodisiac on steroids mixed in with a silky smooth treat. One that had several settings; one that you ate... all at once.

After your fourth orgasm, you finally pull up Kyle's contact information. You feel guilty for contacting him during the night, but you're so frustrated you swear you'll cry. He's the only one you feel like you can trust with something like this; the only person who wouldn't use it against you in some nefarious way.

He picks up on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Kyle..."

You curse yourself for sounding so needy, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. It's hard to keep your cool when your heart thuds in your chest like it's trying to break free, and you rub at your face with your free hand.

"Whats'a matter, doll?" he asks earnestly.

"Yeah, uhm," you stumble. "My friend got me these, like, chocolates, yeah? And, uhm, they weren't, like, normal chocolates? I guess they have some sorta aphrodisiac but I didn't realize it and I might have... sorta eaten the whole thing?"

There's a silence on the other end of the line that stretches for so long you're not sure if Kyle's still there or not. Eventually, the sound of his breathy inhale cracks over the speaker.

"Need someone to take care of you?" he asks.

Fuck.

"I need... you to come take care of me," you correct.

You almost hear the smirk in his voice.

"Be right there."

Kyle hardly lets you open the door before he's all over you, and you welcome him with open arms. You were dreading the whole awkward talk, so you're more than happy to let his hands wander as he backs you up against the wall across your doorway. Your desperation hangs heavy in the air so thickly he can even taste it on your skin as his teeth sinks into the soft valley of your neck.

"What do you need?" he mumbles against your skin.

"Anything," you breathe, allowing your head to roll against the wall.

He takes your words to heart as he drops to his knees in front of you. All it takes is a simple yank to get your sleepwear past your hips and around your ankles, soaked panties along with it. You groan as his lips press against your lower stomach, hips instinctively rutting forward as his hand slips up between your thighs.

"Christ, you weren't kiddin' doll," he breathes as the tips of his fingers squeeze between your folds. "So goddamn wet."

"K-Kyle," you whine as he brushes over your clit. "C'mon, I c-can't- fuck."

He silences you by pressing two unyielding into your cunt. They slide in so easily he can't help but curse at the way you flutter around him, needy and eager. Big, brown eyes look up at you with amusement as he begins to pump them in and out of you.

"This what you wanted?" he teases.

You don't even bother answering him. All you can manage is another whine as he curls his fingers inside of you. It's done with such precision he's got your eyes rolling in the back of your head. You're much too sensitive for such accuracy, but you'll know you'll come apart either way.

"Figured I was gonna have to warm you up... guess not," he hums, pulling his fingers out of you.

The look of betrayal on your face is enough to make Kyle laugh, and the only thing that soothes your anxiety is the sound of his zipper coming undone. You sigh as his leaking tip hits your stomach, but it turns into a squeak as he grabs one of your legs and hoists it against his waist, tilting your hips perfectly to meet his cock.

You take him so easy, Kyle almost looks surprised, but you're not. His cock is the only thing you've been able to think about for the last few hours, and you feel hot tears of relief begin to flood your eyes as he fills you full of him.

"Fuck," you breathe. "Thank you, god you feel so good."

Kyle hides his smile in the crook of your neck as he begins to pump in and out of you. Like usual, he starts out slow, but he quickly realizes you truly don't need the warm up. His movements become needy, and within seconds he's got you bouncing up and down on the wall. All you can think in that moment is that you're glad he left your shirt on; you weren't sure how much your bare skin could take the friction.

Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. It rips through your muscles, forcing every single one of them to convulse, and Kyle hisses as your nails scratch at his back through his shirt. His pace slows to a stop, gently trying to bring you down, and you nearly cry. Just like every other time, it's tantalizing, and you protest by attempting to continue to rock your hips against him.

"Need more?" Kyle chuckles as he leans back to look at you.

Your chest grows tight as you try to hide your face by pressing your forehead into his shoulder. "Sorry..."

"Hey," he prompts. He brings the hand not holding your leg up to your face and prods you to look at him. The very moment you make eye contact with him, he's pressing his hips firmly against yours where he gently begins to grind into you. "I said I'd take care of you, didn't I? I'll do whatever it takes. Just say the word, doll."

#gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader smut #gaz smut #kyle garrick x reader smut #kyle garrick smut #pornstar!gaz #f!reader

[koushisun]

watching ascendance of a bookworm with my sis and i am very annoyed with main’s attempt at woodcutting

“it can’t be achieved with basic woodcutting techniques” YOU SIMPLY CARVED IT WRONG I’M??

#me ranting abt woodcutting in the tags —> #woodcutting is RELIEF #ITS RELIEF PRINTING MAIN #you are supposed to carve the negative space NOT the line art 😭😭😭 #girl fr just put so much ink on the page because she didn’t understand the foundational principle of woodcutting #she wants to be gutenburg so bad but doesn’t understand how stamps work #girl if you know how metal letter blocks work in a printing press how did you get woodcutting so wrong??? #i think she just ended up using paper stencils? or smth to that effect #but in the end if she wants to make a printing press i imagine using a relief technique would be much more efficient #main also said that wilma’s art had too much detail for the woodcutting to turn out well but that’s not true?? #wilma’s art had a perfectly acceptable level of detail for a woodcutting #in fact there are many woodcuttings that have an even greater deal of detail than wilma’s drawing #but again without the proper use of woodcutting techniques they won’t get anywhere #also lutz’s brother was using a giant ass knife for detail wood carving i was surprised lol #wouldn’t a smaller knife allow for more finesse in the actual carving process? #genuine question #anyways i’m enjoying the show i promise sjfhdjs #kris rambles

[hellavile]

STICKY ☆ eren yeager.

☆. warnings ~ 2.8k. fem!reader, black coded, self pleasure, eren gives us a massage w oil, blowjob, dj on the clit, unedited, kissing, praise, pet names dnt feel like listing, vulgar language, teasing, mention of cycle, dry humping, titty sucking, neck kisses, minors do not interact! reblogs & comments are appreciated.

because this just happened to me and i had no choice but to write it. but imagine eren giving you a full body rub down massage with some shea butter scented baby oil while the two of you watch crime documentaries on netflix. it’s playing soundlessly in the background while the two of you lay comfortably on the black velvet sectional sofa in your cozy studio apartment. it’s raining outside, nighttime nearing. your home smells like salted lemon meringue pie; a candle eren bought for you because he said it reminded him of you.

warm, soft, and sweet. the two of you are cuddling together on the long part of the couch, eren completely pressed up against your left side slowly rubbing your ass in circles under your fuzzy pink blanket. you’re so into your show, sipping on a can of mango arizona, only dressed in an oversized anime tshirt and a pair of pink lace panties printed with hearts that matched the bralette underneath your shirt. he can’t stop touching you. leaning his head on your shoulder, his legs spread out in his gray sweats before his hands sink lower under your blanket to knead into the soft flesh of your hips. delicately working his way up your spine with the points of his thumbs to rub out any tense muscles. you can’t help but giggle at his move, smiling into your hair and biting your lip the higher his hands rise.

massaging your back, hands slipping underneath your bralette as he chews on his pouty lips and scrunch his eyebrows in a focused manner. intent on making you feel good. he knows you’ve been working hard so your body’s been a bit heavy. and you’re dreading heading to work tomorrow morning. so he wanted to ease that stress, as well as the hard-on he’d gotten in his sweats just from the faint moans falling past your pretty lips.

“take this off,” his voice his deep, sultry in its tone and he can’t help it. it drips off his tongue like honey. touching you has his body on fire.

dropping your phone you had picked up to check a text from your best friend, you do as he says, lifting your shirt so you’re left only in your cute lingerie set. eren stands to his full height and clears his throat as he fixes his dick in his sweats. he had to mentally remind himself that you’re ending your cycle and you aren’t really in the mood to have sex. but fuck you’re making it hard looking and sounding like that. you stare with a mischievous grin, following him as he walks towards your bathroom to find your body oil. he comes back, pushing your coffee table back so he can crouch on the floor before you.

“c’mon, lay on your stomach.”

and you’re doing just that. snuggling a neon pink easter bunny plushie close to your face for leverage. eren hums to himself, eyeing your backside as he squirts oil into his big palm and massages them together before rubbing your body down gently. he’s targeting every curve, muscle, tense area. heavy hands gliding across your brown skin with ease. he even uses his forearms and elbows to get those spots like a real masseuse. you’re moaning from how good it feels, shifting in your spot.

eren notices a inconvenience and says. “i need this off too, babe.”

he’s referring to your bralette. you laugh lightly, making a comment about how he’s trying to be nasty when you told him no. he says he promises it isn’t like that. both of you knowing damn well that it’s like that. throughout your princess treatment that you were grateful for, needing it so bad, eren begins to get bold. rubbing his palms over your ass and thick thighs, and then in between. this is torture for you considering your period was a big cockblock. she’s ending but you’re in that spotting phase that goes on and off. and you didn’t have time to check before his little teaser. your hormones were everywhere. being away from him for a full week, no dick, no head, eren’s consistent fucking with you knowing you can’t do anything . . . it’s all pent up. you needed a release so bad. and he’s playing games right now. slyly pulling your underwear down, eren saying ‘relax’ when you get too antsy before rolling and kneading your ass cheeks.

“erenn, stop,” his name comes out airy. your face is planted flat into the couch as your eyes loses their focus and your lower halve begins to ache.

“you don’t sound like you want me to stop.”

and he’s fucking right, you really don’t. you whine, twisting your ass side to side. eren chuckles and slips your panties back up, finishing with the back of your thighs giving you time to breathe with relief. until he’s back again, spreading your legs a little more so he can get into between to touch your pussy. long fingers rushing over your clothes clit, fabric becoming damper from your uncontrolled arousal. how could he make something so intimate instantly nasty? the man can’t focus on one task. his brain switches like a fuse. hissing to himself, he rubs your hardened clit in circles, taking his time, not wanting to get you too riled up. he couldn’t fuck you after all.

your face curls up in pleasure, breathing his name again, your hair covering your view of his face. hips grinding against his hand and gripping your plushie tighter. he smacks your ass a few times, loves to watch it bounce even in the dark living room you currently reside in. eren drags his right hand up your entire backside before placing it on the back of your neck to choke you, not too hard, just enough to hold you still. he’s leaning down, bringing his face mouth to your ear and breathing like a feral animal. spanking you over and over to hear you whimper and whine. squirming in your spot with annoyance when he removes his hand from your cunt, hot and needing more attention immediately.

“okay i’m done,” he announces, rubbing the remaining oil into his own skin and smiling like a cocky bastard. you groan with irritation, shoving your face into your plushie as he stands and laughs like an asshole.

“fuck you, bro.”

“you can’t, remember.”

he’s really testing you. now is not the time to test you. he takes a seat beside you after you advert your attention back onto your show, resting your chin in your palm and purposely ignoring him. titties all out and everything. eren spreads his longs legs as wide as they go, your eyes catching the tint in his crotch. he’s got his arm thrown on the headrest of the couch, looking down at you without your knowledge just to see what you would do. he wants his dick in your mouth so bad. if your willing to do it is the question that remains. it’s not really about him right now, is what your thinking. you gave him the sloppiest head literally yesterday before he had to leave for work, cum and salvia covering your face as you gagged and sucked him off like he’d run away. attempted? definitely. he couldn’t stop moaning and squirming away. especially when you overstimulated him after he nutted, cum shooting in your left eye mind you, risking a damn pink eye for his satisfaction. and he can’t grant you this one thing? you didn’t even want him to fuck you. you just wanted him to touch you.

so you know what you do? you turn your body clockwise to face him, looking up at him as he avoids eye contact and keeps them at the projector on your wall.

“i hate you,” you start with, shifting your hips so he can watch your ass move. you touch his stomach over his hoodie, the man still dressed from earlier when the two of you ran out to get food and came back to get lazy and watch horror movies. not really horror. it was it follows, side note, horrible film.

“why?”

“because you know i can’t fuck you right now, so you’re teasing me.”

“mhm,” he tongues his inner cheek, jade eyes catching your swiftly before redirecting them back to the show. “be a good girl.”

“don’t wanna,” you pout, lifting your upper body to press your face into his neck, kissing and sucking and eren immediately succumbs to you. it’s the most sensitive area on his entire body, other than his hips. he hissed and tosses his head back.

“stop,” he grumbles, but you don’t listen. rolling your neck to catch every inch of his neck with your lips. “stop.”

when he says it that time it’s stern, eren locking your neck in his grasp as he clenches his jaw, dick hard as fuck. he knocks his knees in and out, staring your pretty face down, a smile all over it. unable to contain it, he kisses you. sloppy and with tongue. your hands smoothing down to his crotch to palm the outline of his dick. eren inhales deeply, reaching between your heated thighs to rub your clit again through your panties. gasping, you lift your left leg to give him better access. grinding against his hand as he watches your face churn with contentment.

“gonna be a good girl now?” he taunts, you nod your head that now lays in the crook of his neck, moaning and kissing him still. he’s loosing his self control at this point. your tits are pressed together as you grip the back pillow of the couch and ride his hand, squealing and whimpering. your sounds take over him and he’s soon pulling his sweats to sit at his knees, heavy cock slapping at his abdomen, a clear pearl of pre sitting at the tip.

his hand swerves to the back of your neck to turn your head and push your face to his lap where his dick sat, hard and needy. honestly, your not in the mood to suck dick, your jaw going sore yesterday . . . but for your man, you’ll do anything.

“don’t care what you say,” he shifts up a little so you have better access. “suck on it.”

only your mouth encases his cock, hands clutching his hoodie, cheeks hollowing as you take him deeper and suck hard just like he loves. focusing mostly on the tip because it makes him twitch and you love that reaction more than anything. love when he’s moaning ‘fuck’ or ‘fuck me, baby’ cause it makes you feel good inside. while your head bobs he continues to fuck you with his fingers, reaching inside your panties this time to toy with your clit better. eren comes to his senses and realizes if this proceeds he’s going to fuck you real bad. he swears to god he’s ready to lay a towel down and say fuck it forreal. but he knows it’s not something you’re comfortable with.

“c’mere, princess,” he speaks to you in that low, listen to me tone. you let his dick go with a sloppy pop, swallowing the remainder of spit in your mouth before leveling your face with his, batting your lashes and pushing your matted hair out the way. “do me a favor and cum for me, okay?”

“ ‘kay,” nodding your head mindlessly, eren gets lost in pleasing you again, wrapping his hand around his dick to stroke it while he finger fucks you. nothing compares to when you do it, though. you’ve ruined him, honestly. but he wants to keep it hard for you ‘cause he knows you want it after.

he notices your breath hitching, placing your hand over his when he loses his position and tries to sink his fingers in but you really want him to stay on your clit. you’re about to cum, he also knows because your burying your face in his neck and nodding frequently after he asks, “you cummin’ , princess?”’

“y-yess, m’cummin!” squeaks and mewls stream out of you and he swears it’s the prettiest thing every time you do it. eren latches his mouth back onto yours, groaning as he stops stroking his dick and shoves his tongue in your mouth. your hands have a death grip on his wrist as your thighs enclose his forearm to stop him, already sore.

“there we go, that’s my girl,” he kisses your forehead after, letting you take a moment to calm down before he’s coming up with another attack. doesn’t even give your five full minutes before he’s telling you to get up. and you sulk, whining because you don’t want to move.

“noooo,” you pout at him but he’s not hearing it, grabbing your arms and picking you up to place you on the edge of the sectional. he’s on his knees again before you, dragging you closer so your ass nearly hangs off and intertwines perfectly with his hips. “trying so hard not to fuck you.”

stretching your arms above you, you giggle like your drunk, playfully telling him to get off of you but of course he doesn’t listen. eren’s hovering his big figure above yours, bringing his head down to dart his thick tongue out and drag it slowly over your left nipple, soon latching his cotton candy lips around the bud and sucking. pulling it along as he rotates his head and moans with his eyes shut. you let him do as he pleases, always intrigued when he gets into his moments. as he’s sucking on your chest that’s when he starts grinding his hips forward to fuck against you. the bulge in his sweats rut on your clit waking it up for round two.

“fuck this,” eren makes a pained noise as he tugs his sweats down to reveal his cock again, scooting closer and sitting higher to position it right on your soaked clit he slaps with the tip a few times, dark eyes eyeing you as you bite your lip and moan like a slut from that little play.

eren’s placing your legs over his shoulders, like he loves to do, arching over you so your knees are close to your shoulders. he makes sure your thighs stay closed so the pressure on his dick feels better for friction. he begins to lick up your chest, trailing up to your neck where he laps his tongue and follows with kisses, fucking with you just like you did with him. you’re just as sensitive there. tossing your head back and moaning, gripping onto his shirt since he removed his hoodie, rolling your eyes back. and it gets worse when he starts ramming his dick like he’s actually fucking you. he’s following the bounce of your tits while he rolls his hips and fucks his dick on your sluice folds drinking in the fabric of your panties. your thighs making this feel so much fucking better. it feels good for you too.

“fuck, ma,” eren smacks the outside of your thigh, grunting and hastening his pace, skin slapping and it’s all making your mind hazy. “got me feelin’ like this without bein’ deep in your pussy.”

“erennn, you look so good,” it slips from your mouth without your own permission. you made a mental comment about how good he looks fucking you right now. long hair messy around his face, silver rings on his digits along with spiky or cuban link bracelets on his wrist. ink tatted on various parts of his body. his perfect white teeth sinking into his bottom lip. he’s too fucking handsome. and he’s all yours.

“i look good, huh baby?” he chuckles between a strangled moan, brows creasing.

“unh huh,” you huff out, reaching up to caress his face in your dainty hands.

“you look fuckin’ better,” his eyes turn white as your body rolls somewhat to your right side, eren able to hit it from the side, this position constricting his dick tighter, pounding harder. “fuck, n’ it’s gonna make me nut jus’ lookin’ at you.”

“keep looking,” you bite your lip and keep your face to his, the two of you breathing in each others air. “stare at me when you cum. wanna watch your face.”

“fuck,” it’s crazy what you do to him. because not even a few seconds later he’s shooting cum right on your tummy and it’s a lot, keeps going as he shudders and keeps his eyes on yours like you wanted. he’ll bite his lip off at some point with how much force he’s applying. might even get a headache from his eyes turning white. it’s all worth it though.

you smile like you’ve made the biggest achievement, curling your hands up into a ball and planting your cheek on it, falling back with a dreamy sigh. he’s the prettiest, and he’s all yours.

“i hate you,” eren runs his hands through his hair with a deep laugh, his dick still unable to stop leaking cum. he smacks your thigh again. “fuckin’ hate you.”

“you started it.”

© 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖊. please do not repost, steal, or modify my work simply because it is mine. stealing isn't cute. i'll ruin your life ♡

#all of this is a true story deadass #this happened to me like 4 hours ago. bby had to go to work 🙈 #☆. hellavile. #eren smut #eren x you #eren x black y/n #eren x black reader #eren x y/n #eren x fem!reader #snk smut #eren yeager x you #eren yeager smut #eren yeager x y/n #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #aot eren #eren jaeger x black reader

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Ok so....

Aizetsu taking an aphrodisiac

Write this scenario however you want it to end up, either way I'll love it 🙏🏾😩

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This idea has every egg in my reproductive system exploding and leaking out of me. GOOD LORD😍🙈

Warnings: fem!reader, aphrodisiac (its a substance ment to increase someone sex drive), accidental drug use, consent is given (obviously), rough sex, biting, blood mentioned (from the bite and Aizetsu's sharp nails), cum play, size kink (my silly little mind likes to imagine him getting bigger on the aphrodisiac), breeding kink

You're in a mess now. Your friend had stopped by earlier in the day to not only spend time with you but also to show you this new substance she got. It was something she wanted to try for herself and her boyfriend to have a more exciting time in bed, and you could only shake your head at her idea but still cheer her on.

Stupidly, your friend had left the substance on the table. It was too late for your friend to walk back to your house and send a crow telling you she'd come pick it up tomorrow. You looked at the clock and saw that your boyfriend Aizetsu hadn't shown up yet. You head to the shower without him thinking he got caught up in a meeting and didn't want to mind it too much.

Once you came out with the towel around your body, you heard someone in your kitchen. You walk towards the light with a chuckle. "I thought it wad you Aizetsu. Why are you here... so.. late.." You lose trail of your words when you see the blue-eyed demon taking the small pills and eating one at a time from the bottle.

"Why did you shower without me... how sad, " Aizetsu said with a frown, but you could only stand there there, dumb founded. "What are you doing!?" You said and rushed over to him, taking away the bottle. "Don't raise your voice at me.. it makes me sad, " he said, almost sounding like hes going to cry. "What did I do for you to yell at me? You'd never have a problem when i eat some of your candy, but it seems like you do now.. im sorry, please don't hate me." Aizetsu let his head fall down to stare at his feet.

You sigh and hold his head up by his cheeks to look at you "I could never hate you" you smiled and kissed his lips "and I'm not angry or not sharing my candy with you... but baby, this isn't candy. " Your smile turned into a worried one, "you see. To put it simple my friend accidentally left these sex pills her and her boyfriend wanted to try out and that's what you just took" you laughed nervously.

"Dose it have wisteria in it.." Aizetsu asked, almost frighten. "No, no!! Well it is made from natural things but there's no wisteria in it" you let go of his face and think "actually... I don't believe this will work on a demon so I wouldn't worry" you smiled to reassure Aizetsu.

"If there's no wisteria in it, then it's fine. However, " he points down "you're not correct on it having no effect on a demon. How sad," he said. You look down to see his dick print through his pants. "i-i see... I was wrong -" you said, but Aizetsu picks you up effortlessly and puts you on the table.

"Y/n~" his breaths became heavy, and his hands grabbed your hips tightly, pulling you closer to his crotch to grind his cock againts you "Please, I need you," he begs and leans forward, pressing his chest agisnts your boobs and licks your ear "you're friend wanted to see how this aphrodisiac would work on her boyfriend right? Why don't you give her a review on how it worked on your demon boyfriend? " Aizetsu said, already moaning. I'm your ear as he grinds harder.

"Aizetsu~" you moaned his name, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Let's go to the bed, I want it there" you asked and Aizetsu carried you there.

"Anything for you"

Aizetsu tried to be slow and calm with you like usual, but with each passing second, he couldn't hold back anymore. You took notice and moved his hair from his face to kiss his forehead and his pretty horns. "It's okay~" You can be as rough as you want, " you said, cupping his face."y-you sure?" Aizetsu grabs at your nightgown. "I wouldn't want to hurt you. It saddens me if I did-" You put your hand over his lips.

"I said it's okay," you reassured. With that, Aizetsu tears your nightgown off your body, ripping it apart and going straight to eating at your pussy "m'sorry" he said while licking and giving your clit little sucks with his lips "I'll get you a pretty new nightgown for you" Aizetsu moaned on your pussy, grinding his cock agiants the bed.

"Oh my god~" you moan. Your back arches, pushing your hips up in his face as his long tounge swirls around your clit and his moans sending vibrations on your pussy. You grab onto his horns to push his head down more for more pressure and your hips moving in circles.

Aizetsu held your thighs open, digging his nails into your skin just enough for red spots to form. Despite him wanting to fuck you badly he was more desperate to taste you, eventually using his nose to rub on your clit while his tounge enters inside you.

You call out his name. Aizetsu knew you were close. He moans, rolling his tongue inside you, tasting your arousal, and feels your muscles tighten on his tounge and watch as your body tenses and your loud moans as you cream on his tounge.

"Aizetsu," you weakly saw his name as you watched him lick up your mess. "So good. You taste so good y/n," he kept licking at your pussy until you pulled his mouth off your pussy by his horns "you've been grinding on the bed for so long" you said and spread your pussy open with your fingers "put it inside me".

Aizetsu had drool running down his chin, not having time to wipe it off since his hands were too busy taking off his clothing. "I'm so hard and sensitive y/n.." he breaths heavy and you could see the pre cum oozing from his tip. "It's okay, it'll feel better soon. If it gets too much, I'll ride you, ok?" You said. Only Aizetsu is the one in control

Aizetsu moans, sliding his cock between your folds and then sliding inside. You both let out a loud moan, your hands immediately wrapping around Aizetsu and his hands gripping into the bed sheets so hard he could almost tear them apart.

Aizetsu started thrusting his hips, giving you deep strokes. You felt him statch you out and hear his soft moans in your ear. The moment was feeling good for you both until Aizetsu started whimpering and his movements coming to a stop.

You gasped holding onto him tightly when you felt his cum already filling you up "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he whispers in your ear. You couldn't help but smile at his early orgasm but then look at him surprised when he pushed your legs back to your chest and continued to thrust his hips but harder this time "I want to fill you up again" he moans watching his cock fuck his cum back inside you.

"A-Aizetsu, f-fuck your going to make me cum again" you whine, feeling him roughly hit your spot and your hand presses on his abs. Aizetsu takes both your wrists and holds your hands above your head. "Don't run from it," he snaps his hips faster, making you almost scream.

"your pussy clenched so hard when I said I want to fill you up again. Do you want that? Want your demon boyfriend to fill you up and give you a baby?" Your mouth hangs open, only nodding to his question. Aizetsu's eyes rolled back and his eyes shut "oh fuck~" he whines "fuck, fuck fuck. Gonna cum, gonna fill you up" he made one final thrust and cums inside you.

Your legs shake from your orgasm. Aizetsu kept thrusting his hips slowly and then pulling out to watch his cum drip down to your hole. "Y/n, turn around for me," he said, putting his hands on your hips to help you turn. You turned around on all fours and looked over your shoulder, you saw his cock still hard, yet looking bigger then normal.

"Aizetsu~, it got bigger," you said "it's already big but it looks bigger" you moaned once Aizetsu pressed his tip on your hole "it must be the aphrodisiac making me grow" he said and pushes his cock inside making you mewl "but you can take it right? You'll take it for me?" Aizetsu growls lowly, digging his nails into your hips, thrusting his hips.

"Y-yes!" You whine "fuck it feels so good" you whisper letting your head fall feeling his cock throb inside you, getting thicker from his excitement. "Say it again~" Aizetsu leans forward to bite at your shoulder, not enough to cause permanent damage, but enough for blood to flow out. His nails started to pierce, causing small cuts to form and kept pounding his deep inside your cumm filled pussy.

"It's so good, so good~" you said, already going dumb on his cock and moan loudly once you've felt Aizetsu fingers roughly rub at your sensitive clit. Aizetsu's thrusts became sloppy, grinding on your ass as he gets close to another orgasm.

Aizetsu kept his bite on your shoulder, his whimpers mixed in with growls and pouding your pussy until he cums, not stopping until he fully rides out his orgasm and until you've squirted, making a bigger mess with your juices running down your legs.

Aizetsu stayed inside you for a minute until he let's you go from his bite and pulled out of you slowly, letting out a sigh in relief. "Are you okay?" He asked and watches as his cum leaks out of you again, seeing what a mess he's made out of you.

You nod and open your arms for Aizetsu to lay down on your boobs. Aizetsu rubs your hips and then your stomach closing his eyes once you start to pet his head.

"I'll he sure to give my friend a good review" you giggled.

[unpretty]

do you have a link to a good empanada recipe?

here is the empanada recipe i looked up because one time after helping her make empanadas nana was like 'now you know how to make them yourself next time' and i realized she expected me to be able to retain any of that even though she hadn't given measurements and i hadn't taken notes, and when i tried asking dad he was like 'you've made empanadas before? you know how to make them, you're a good cook' and i decided it would be easier to just print a recipe off about dot com (now the spruce) than try to explain to my dad that i do not passively absorb recipes through osmosis

this recipe made me realize that empanada dough is supposed to be pastry dough and the fact that empanada day involved hours and hours of everyone in the family standing around a table kneading dough was insane actually. it's pastry. imagine kneading pie crust. the only explanation i can come up with is that nana didn't have a fridge and her version didn't need to be chilled. however i'm not making dough like that ever again in my life. the first time i made these for my dad he was like, "see? i knew you'd get it. you're like a master at this now. you even found a way to make the dough come together without having to knead it all day." and i didn't have the heart to tell him that the recipe i was using was from about dot com.

my notes on the recipe are that it calls for too much onion. three onions? for one pound of meat? that's too much onion. only my grandpa tries to put that much onion in and nana doesn't let him because that's nuts. i like making a batch of caramelized onions in the slow cooker or instant pot, or using onion powder, because even setting aside my textural issues i am not actually supposed to eat onion and those kinds of onion make me suffer less for my sins. if you are capable of eating that much onion without going straight to hell then follow your heart. also add as much garlic as feels right but that goes without saying because it's garlic.

if you grew up in a hamburger helper household you may be tempted to try draining the fat from the beef. do not do this. you need that fat. empanadas are not a health food.

the recipe calls for regular raisins, which is incorrect. they need to be golden raisins.

growing up we made the beef mixture and then the sliced black olives, golden raisins, and hardboiled egg got added at the end. however i started mixing in the olives and raisins like that recipe said and i do think that turns out more consistent. however if you have people who want different ratios of beef to olive to raisin, doing it nana's way means everyone can mark the ones they made for themselves.

we always pressed the edges of the empanada together with a fork and then poked holes in it with the same fork. it didn't matter if they weren't super consistent because they were going to be deep fried. however i hate hot oil so i bake mine and i bought a set of 6 inch plastic empanada presses

they make everything much easier and more consistent

if you want to be extra then instead of poking holes with a fork, you can use a flower-shaped vegetable cutter to cut a flower out of the assembled empanada, then press it back on at a slight angle using a straw and glue it in place with the egg wash.

nana also put powdered sugar on her empanadas when they were done but i feel like that makes more sense when they're fried, so i don't

#original #foodblogging

[devskindawritingblog]

Can you, if possible

Write a lottie Matthews x fem reader

Where lottie wants to annoy her father, by pretending she has a girlfriend, which is reader, but she actually does like the reader, so that's why she picks her

And when they are having dinner with her parents.. lottie whispers stuff to reader, little commands to do to piss off her dad, and reader gets EMBARRASSED ASF...

and reader ends up on lotties lap from it.. as lottie is just kissing her neck, like sp gently tho... 😭😭

And reader is UNEXPERIENCED so she's never been In a relationship and has never kissed... 😭

Pls pls pls!?!?

Faux Love

Lottie Matthews x fem reader

AN: Thanks so much for the request. Sorry it took to long I’ve had trouble being motivated. So this one is specifically fem reader so I made the reader more feminine and used she/her and I made reader wear a dress. If you don’t like dresses sorry but you could always imagine something else if you’d like ❤️. But anyways Lottie’s text is in purple.

word count rounded: 1.5k

Here you were, standing at Lottie Matthews huge ass front door. You go to reach for the door handle and hesitate. Is this really a good idea? You think to yourself as you fix up your appearance for the 100th time. Sure you're here to upset Lotties father but you might as well look good. You found an old dress you had forgotten about in the back of your closet, It was a cute floral printed dress. You flattened it again and finally knocked on  the door, quickly retracting your hand, regretting it immediately.

You hear nothing for a few seconds then the door flies open and it’s Lottie. She is dressed in one of her iconic pink skirts and a pink button up shirt. She smiles widely seeing you. 

“Oh? Hi, you look so pretty. Come in.” She ushers you in getting a good look at you. She quietly shuts the door behind her. Clearly her parents don't know you are here yet.

“ Ok, Here is the plan. We are going to have dinner. You know how my dad is, I could win an award and he wouldn't even care. I want to make him mad. He won't say anything about it because you're a guest, but I want to push him as far as I can. Just you know, be flirty, very romantic, lots of touching.” She says whispering so she doesn't alert her parents. The house is so big anyways she could be yelling and you're sure no one would hear on the other side of the house.

“It’s just Lot i've never done anything like this, like ever.” You say fiddling with your dress.

“ Really? It still shocks me knowing you have never had a girlfriend. You're literally the prettiest girl in the school.” 

“I'm really not Lot.” You say as you feel your face heat up considerably, as you advert your gaze.

“Hey! Don't talk about my girlfriend like that.” She teases giving you a little shoulder squeeze. “I'll guide you I promise, just do everything I say.” She says, sounding like she is already planning what she wants you to do.

You hear footsteps and your anxiety grows and grows. You see both of her parents walk in the front foyer. You realize this is the first time you have ever met her parents. They have never shown up to any of her meets, picked her up after practice, never. They both look exactly like you imagined though, uptight, judgy. Maybe you hang out too much with Nat but pretty much snobby,stuck up rich people. 

“Oh? Um Hello, Charlotte did not tell us that you were already here.” Her mother says, sounding just as stuck up as you imagined. Her father raises a judgemental eyebrow, but doesnt say anything.

“This is your…… friend Charlotte?” Her father asks, you can almost hear the distance in his voice.

“She’s my girlfriend, Dad.” She says as she grabs your hand and presses a kiss to your cheek. You feel your face heat up as Lottie giggles. “ She's a little shy, why don’t we just go have dinner.” Lottie says as she smiles innocently as she rubs your lower back to calm your nerves, which doesn’t help at all.

You make your way through her huge house and make your way to the dining table. You sit down next to Lottie and she makes sure you're sitting right next to her, arm to arm. You start eating, the conversations are pretty dry, small talk and school.

When her parents aren't paying attention Lottie leans over and whispers in your ear. “ Next time my dad is looking, grab my hand and give me a kiss, ok?” Lottie whispers as you turn your head a bit to catch a little smile on her face as she pulls back giving your thigh a little reassuring squeeze.

You go back to eating and so do her parents. You look over at Lottie and she nods. You take a deep breath and take hold of Lottie's hand in a way that is visible from the other side of the photo. You lean over and give her a kiss on the cheek, you can feel yourself shiver as you try not to look scared. You pull back and Lottie smiles giving you a kiss on the cheek as well. 

You see her father shift a bit in his seat and clear his throat before going back to eating. Lottie grabs your hand under the table and gives it a little squeeze. You all continue eating and Lottie leans over to whisper another thing. “Ask me for the pepper, but when you do make sure to call me some like pet name.” She smirks very excited to upset her dad even more. 

“Hey uh baby girl???” You say trying so hard not to cringe at yourself but you manage to push through. “Can you pass me the pepper?” You manage to spit it out with only a bit of stuttering.

You glance over and see Lottie’s parents share a look and fight back a comment as Lottie just plays it up. She grabs you the pepper and kisses you on your cheek. 

Dinner continues and her parents excuse themselves to get dessert from the kitchen. Lottie quickly turns to you clearly ready to kick her plan into high gear. “Ok, get in my lap.”

“What?”

“Get in my lap, please come on, I'll say you got cold or something.”

You slowly get out of your chair and Lottie smiles, patting her lap. You fix your dress and lower yourself into her lap. She smiles, wrapping her arms around your waist as she pulls you flush against her chest. Her parents walk back into the dinning room and you can see their surprised look as they sit down.

“She got a little cold so I'm warming her up.” Lottie says as she begins to plant soft kisses on the base of your neck. You've reached a point that your embarrassment has reached a peak and you can’t even speak. Her parents sit down quietly talking to themselves as Lottie keeps up her act. She keeps kissing down your neck so much that you're practically hiding your face in her shoulder.

Lottie stops and smirks. “Mom? Dad? I think we're going to go upstairs, I think she is getting a little fever.” Lottie says feeling your cheeks that are considerably warm. Before her parents can respond she quickly helps you off her lap and drags you up the long stairs to her room.

She opens her door and ushers you in closing it behind you. You take a look admiring her room as she pulls you over to the bed.

“Oh my god, did you see his face!? It was hilarious.” Lottie laughs and smiles but quickly takes note of your embarrassment. “Hey you ok?” Lottie asks, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I didn't make you uncomfortable did I ?”

“No- it's uh- it's just well you know I haven't done anything like that before and in front of your parents.” You stammer out fidgeting with your fingers. “Sorry I was a little over the top, but it worked and now we can go back to normal.” Lottie says and you can almost hear a slight tone in her voice maybe indicating she doesn't quite want it to end.

“But what if I……don't want…… it to……. End.” You whisper a little, slowly down after each word. Lotties eyes widen and she takes a second to process that.

“Um, I'm sorry, I should go.” You say quickly shooting up but Lottie grabs your wrist and pulls you back. She pulls you back next to her and cups your face. You nod before she pulls you into a small kiss. You can taste her cherry lip gloss as you pull her back in for another kiss.

You both pull back and just stare at each other. You both smile and start laughing together. She pulls you back into her arms giving you another kiss.

“I don't want it to end either.” Lottie says as she stares into your eyes.

“ So can we keep up this whole dating thing just without faking it.” You say fiddling with your dress again. Lottie tilts your chin to look at her. “I mean it would really upset my dad.” She says with a smirk. “And I picked you special. Because I liked you, well like you. I really like you.” Lottie confesses and now she is fiddling with her fingers.

“I wanna be your non-fake girlfriend.” You say softly tracing her cheek. “Me too.” Lottie smiles and pulls you into a hug and a small kiss

#yellowjackets x reader #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews

[queenimmadolla]

Today at the swimming pool I work at a bunch of dads brought their babies AND OMG IT WAS CUTENESS OVERLOAD! All I could think about was Eddie lathered in sunscreen to the point he looks like a ghost and wearing one of those huge sun hats cuz the last thing he wants is to get sunburned (and he acts like a damn vampire the way he hates the sun) holding pretty baby penny in her adorable little swimsuit while mom sits at the edge of the pool with baby Waynie, kicking her feet in the water and making sure he’s alright while he splashes his little baby fists in the water and laughs at the way the water jumps. And then when they get home, despite his best efforts, Eddie gets a nasty sunburn and reader just spends the rest of the night rubbing aloe on him and kissing his shoulder when he hisses at her touch. I literally love my fictional family so much 🥹🥹

the way i was about to run down the stairs to make some popcorn bc this idea alone had me expecting a fic 😭

Oh my goodness, this made my heart so happy! I love imagining outings for this little family. Now, if we’re talking the community pool, Penny would be so afraid to go into it alone, and while Eddie actually HATES the community pool (bc of the large amounts of people + he burns so damn easily, and he doesn’t tan—he turns pink), he’ll do anything for Penny so he takes her in, yes she is decked out in the cutest swimsuit and pink floaties, and plays with her to keep her amused and keep her from drinking the disgusting pool water bc she keeps doing that. But he is constantly dragging her back over to mama and baby Wayne so he can reapply sunscreen whenever he’s paranoid that it’s washed off. This man almost goes through an entire bottle in a single trip.

And mom and Waynie 🥹 imagine playing with our little baby, letting him slap the water with his chunky little hands, his little squeals and laughs when the water splashes him back and then getting him used to the water! You’d start by getting his hair wet, which he doesn’t mind too much, and then holding your breath with him while you dunk the two of you underwater and when you come up a second later, you’re waiting for his reaction to see if he’ll cry—meaning you’ll have to get him used to it a little more and comfort him—but he just looks a little confused before he starts smiling that gummy smile so you do it again and when you come up this time, after blinking the water from his eyes, he’s laughing that magical baby laugh 😭🩵 our little water baby ♡

Eddie will always end up with a sunburn at the end of the day, no matter what, which is why he HATES going to the community pool. He ends up spread out on the couch, face down while you coddle him with aloe vera and a kiss or seventeen, and try to keep penny from pressing her hand onto her daddy’s skin because she’s just so fascinated with how her palm print shows up on his reddened skin when she does lol

If it’s the pool at their apartment complex, Eddie is full on playing mermaids with Penny

#$ replies #juniebee🐝 #pennyverse #pennyverse asks #pennyverse headcanons #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader #eddie munson x reader

[rokhal]

GR/RE7 AU fanfic: Weird Fungus

Referencing this piece of meta explaining @wazzappp's amazing All-New Ghost Rider/Resident Evil fusion AU, here is a little fic about Robbie and Gabe settling in to their little off-grid house where the BSAA stashed them after they survived Dulvey, Louisiana, and developed a cleaning compulsion (Robbie) and a sudden desire to wander away where no one can find him physically, audibly, or psychically (Gabe).

To set the scene, imagine some well-meaning BSAA agent sends Robbie this thing in their regular food delivery.

“I appreciate the gesture,” Robbie said, keeping his voice level and his eyes facing the camera of his BSAA-issued laptop, “but please don’t send us any more legs.”

The agent on the other end frizzled out into pixels and cocked her head on a two-second delay. “Legs? Oh, the, uh.” She tapped on her screen. “Jam-on serano? It’s supposed to be really good with wine.”

“Jamón, ham, the leg. With the foot, and the bones and, uh.” Robbie swallowed as he recalled opening the weekly food delivery and finding the top half of the box occupied by a skinned, cured-and-dried, but still massive animal limb, the thin flesh just below the toes still printed with rope marks. He could see the seams between every muscle. He could see its kneecap. At the opposite end, he could see the severed end of its thigh bone. “M-my brother has sensory issues. He doesn’t eat meat anymore. I won’t eat it in front of him.”

The BSAA agent made a note. “We can accommodate special dietary needs if you let us know. Is there anything specific you would prefer?”

Robbie fought the urge to tear at his hair. “Um. Tomato soup? Like, regular tomato soup, not gazpacho? Macaroni noodles. Some kind of cheese that doesn’t get all stringy as soon as it cools down. Frijoles, you know, normal refried beans? He likes those but not the ones that come swimming in the weird broth. Um, fish is okay—as long as it doesn’t have heads or bones in it. Potatoes are good. Eggs are good.”

“There’s some stores near the military base that cater to Americans,” the agent offered, and Robbie died a little inside. “I’ll see if we can order through there. How about vegetables?”

“His garden is growing really good. We’re good for vegetables.”

“Wow.” Robbie wondered if he’d said something wrong as the agent made another note. “Very nice, I’m glad you two are settling in.”

Not much of an option, being on house-arrest, Robbie thought. “Thanks.”

“Are you excited to start classes?”

Robbie knew this script, a back-and-forth he’d muddled through with a half-dozen social workers back in LA. “Very much. I value my education and I will complete my assignments independently and on time.”

She chuckled. Robbie wondered if he’d said something wrong. “You know, this is the real world, not high school. You can ask for help if you need it. Have you picked a major yet?”

The BSAA hadn’t asked before enrolling Robbie in the University of Barcelona’s undergraduate correspondence program, anymore than they’d asked Gabe before signing him up for remote learning with the local equivalent to middle school. “Pick?” he asked hesitantly.

“I think you’ve still got a few weeks to think about it, and you can always change majors, but, yeah, you might want to contact their guidance department if you’re not sure what courses to sign up for.” Now it was Robbie’s turn to make a note. “Chris will be over today, you can try asking him.”

“Oh.” Mr. Redfield’s visits were always on short notice, but Robbie usually had more than a matter of hours to mentally prepare himself. “Uh. We also need more bleach, please.”

“You just got two liters last month,” the agent said. “You know it’s bad for the septic system?”

Robbie kept his face blank, open. “It’s for cleaning. I’m not pouring it in the drains.”

“You know you’re supposed to dilute it?” the agent pressed him.

“One to ten,” Robbie recited, realizing as he said it that he’d managed to use about five gallons of disinfectant in a single month. He may have a problem. “I’m keeping the kitchen clean. The counters and the refrigerator. And both bathrooms. The grout. Under the lid for the cistern. Door handles.”

“Okay, okay.” Robbie winced; two okays was never okay. “I’ll send you more bleach. And some gloves.”

“Thank-you.”

“You sleeping alright?”

Loaded question. Robbie’s eyes flicked involuntarily to the BSAA-issued Alexa perched on a high shelf in the kitchen. “I’m sleeping.”

“Bad dreams?” The agent’s image pixelated again before stabilizing, and Robbie took advantage of the brief signal disruption to press his face hard into both palms. He could control himself during the day but of course their bugs heard it when he woke up screaming.

“Yeah.”

“You want to talk about it?”

Robbie doubted she would take no for an answer and doubted his own ability to prevaricate. He shrugged. “Louisiana. Dinner table with Momm—Mrs. Baker, and her husband and Eveline.” That was an odd feature of his recurring nightmares: he identified Mr. and Mrs. Baker in his thoughts as Mommy and Daddy, and his fear of them was twisted together with familiarity, even gratitude. “They had my body chopped up in pots.”

The agent made a sympathetic noise. “They tried to eat you?”

“Could be worse,” Robbie said, shrugging again. At least the people they ate didn’t turn into fanged piles of black sludge and stagger around their decaying home for eternity. “I think I’m just…” He glanced around the study: empty, except for the big table and the bookshelf full of Spanish novels that had proved embarrassingly challenging. “I’m, like—in my dreams I’m looking down at myself in the pot and Mm-Mrs. Baker tells me to eat up. I mean. They didn’t have any real food.” He crossed his arms and dug his nails into his own elbows, fighting vertigo. “It was all rotten. No cans left. The animals were all dead.”

“You’re worried about what your brother went through,” the agent said, and Robbie straightened.

“No.” He held his breath, grasping for some plausible argument. They killed dogs that ate people, didn’t they? The BSAA’s hold on their lives now was absolute. “They only had him a few months. I, I mean. It’s my dreams. Making things up.”

“Any problems with your medication? You have the list of side effects to watch for?”

“No.” It was a daily BSAA-issued pill. The first day on his antifungal, Robbie threw up black mold into the toilet until he passed out and slept for ten hours. Better out than in, he’d figured. The next day, and every day since, had been fine. “I mean, no side effects. We’re okay.” A bird warbled and piped from outside, loud and close. Robbie hadn’t left any windows open overnight. He straightened and turned, just as he heard the side door click shut. “Gabe?”

“Should we cut this short?” the agent asked, helpful for once, and Robbie nodded.

“I appreciate it. It’s probably nothing.” He ended the call and checked the dining room, where Gabe often read or watched laggy videos on his own BSAA-issued laptop, and Gabe’s room, where a cornucopia of superhero collectibles spilled from the bed to the floor and a faint (illusory, had to be) scent of mildew lingered despite Robbie’s vigorous daily whole-house cleaning schedule. “Gabe?” He must be outside. Robbie tried to calm himself. Just because Gabe had left the house, didn’t mean he was going to wander over the hills and disappear for two days. Again.

He stepped over the threshold, out from the hundred-year-old walls of his new home and into the alien wilderness: hot sun and rocky hills, no sound but the wind in his ears and birds chattering in the spicy-sweet desert shrubs. He squinted downhill, to the south: shrubs, cliffs, the Mediterranean sea glittering up at him. He peered west: shrubs, hills, the distant remains of a shattered stone fort and the faintly visible danger signs surrounding a radioactive ghost town. He checked north: shrubs, gravel driveway that carved switchbacks over the hills until it disappeared over the horizon, still no Gabe. Assuming that it had been Gabe shutting the door behind him and not the wind, he’d only left the house a few minutes ago; he couldn’t have run out of Robbie’s sight that fast. He might be crouched down to examine some plant or insect, or he might be hiding. (It was still so strange to see Gabe doing these things: running, climbing, hiding. The goddamn study had never even suggested their treatment would do anything for Gabe’s physical limitations, just save his life. When he’d first found Gabe in the Baker house, strong and agile and trying his best to stab him to death, he’d thought Gabe was literally possessed by a demon. The little girl’s mental influence was gone; the abilities she’d given Gabe remained.) He circled around to the east side of the house, reassuring himself that he could always run back inside and climb out onto the roof to get a bird’s eye view (Gabe could just crouch down below some fragrant desert bush and almost disappear), and then all the air rushed out of his lungs with a strange little wheeze when he saw Gabe hunched over and kicking something in the garden.

“Hey, Bud.” Gabe hated being snuck up on after Louisiana, and honestly, so did Robbie. (Gabe could sneak up on him now.) Robbie picked his way through the sprawling jungle of the vegetable garden: beans twining up gnarled bushes and driftwood stakes, tomato vines heavy with fruit stretched out over the sandy ground between lush bunches of lettuce, mellow paprika peppers blazing like Christmas lights from leafy stems. Most of Gabe’s plants, he’d started by planting left-over stems and seeds from their weekly meal prep shipment directly into the dirt with a handful of rotting food-scraps, and they never failed to sprout with a few days of watering. Robbie found himself happy to eat these home-grown vegetables; watching Gabe mulch and water them as they unfurled their leaves and their flowers set into fruit made them more trustworthy, somehow, than the bitter green things sold chopped up in bags at the grocery store. If he’d known growing his own food was this easy, he’d have dug up a roadside strip back in Los Angeles years ago.

Normally there were bees buzzing around the pepper and tomato blossoms, but Gabe’s kicking had scared them off. Robbie approached slowly as Gabe grabbed his digging stick. He hated the tingle of fear down his spine. He had to concentrate to keep from grabbing the scar on his left forearm, reminding himself as he so often did that Gabe was a physically normal kid now. Normal kids could be violent. It didn’t mean anything was wrong. It didn’t mean this wasn’t Gabe.

Gabe side-stepped to hide what he’d been kicking from Robbie, shoving dirt over it with his well-worn stick. Robbie still saw a flash of something red, fleshy. He swallowed. “What is that?”

Gabe dropped his stick and rubbed his face in the crook of his elbow, breath hitching. Robbie stepped closer and saw that the red meaty object was not, to his profound relief, an animal. He wasn’t sure what it was: narrow, spongy, bruised and moist from Gabe’s shoe, with dark gray parts and a tapering red stripe on each of its wedge-shaped segments, looking like a dog’s mouth or one of those bizarre tropical flowers that only blooms every hundred years. “Weird fungus,” Gabe managed.

Robbie knelt down to look at it. He’d never seen a wild mushroom before; he didn’t expect them to be so big, or to be shaped like an open mouth. The colors were a bit like the red and white mushrooms in cartoons, though. “Is it poisonous?”

Gabe shook his head. “It helps the vegetables,” he choked out. “But, I. I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, I’m sorry you got nightmares. I didn’t mean to.”

Robbie covered his mouth. This was his fault; he hadn’t checked that Gabe was in his room before his call with the BSAA agent. He had to get it through his head that Gabe could move quickly and quietly now, that this was their normal. “I’m so sorry you heard that,” he said. That wouldn’t undo that Gabe had heard that. “Buddy. Gabe.” He reached up for a hug, and Gabe hesitated, staring at his left arm. “That’s just a dream. That’s just my brain trying to make sense of things that make me unhappy, and I’m unhappy about what the Bakers and, and Eveline did to you. Not anything you did. Okay?” Gabe sniffled and rubbed his face again, and Robbie kept his arms open, waiting. “I’m so proud of you for making it out of there. For surviving. I’ll never blame you for anything you had to do to survive.”

Gabe stared down at the stomped remains of the mushroom. “I’m not creepy?”

“No, never. You’re my little bro,” Robbie assured him, and Gabe sat down and flung himself against Robbie’s side. “Why’d you kill the mushroom?”

“Cause it gave you my nightmares,” Gave mumbled. He must mean, nightmares about me, an accurate deduction that would make Dr. DaCosta back home intensely proud of his social reasoning skills, except that Robbie had never seen this mushroom before. Robbie figured that before Gabe smashed it, it must have been nightmarish to look at, in a Hot Topic sort of way. “It’s creepy.”

“I think it looks cool,” Robbie remarked. Spain was full of cool things, now that he had the time and safety to sit back and contemplate them: bugs. Seaweed and weird critters that washed up on the beach. Flowers. Birds that sang—he’d thought their reputation for “singing” was an exaggeration, but it turned out that birds actually do sing. An infinite carpet of stars stretching out overhead, pinks and blues and yellows and so many tiny white lights that the black night might as well have been splashed with foam. And now, huge mushrooms that looked like toothy mouths. “You said it helps the garden, right? I’m not scared of mushrooms that aren’t poisonous.”

“Sure you’re not,” Gabe muttered.

“I’m not scared of mushrooms outside the house,” Robbie qualified. “Will the vegetables be okay?”

Gabe looked up and bit his lip. “Maybe. If I water more. They can’t use the seawater.”

“I’ll calculate how much we can spare from the cistern without running low,” Robbie offered. “We can take shorter showers.”

“I’ll just grow another one.” Gabe poked at the fragments of mushroom with his shoe.

“You can do that?” Robbie had heard that mushrooms were easy to grow with a kit, but he’d never seen it done. He felt a swell of pride at the gardening knowledge Gabe had absorbed from his tablet so quickly.

“It’s really easy,” Gabe said. “But. You gotta tell me if you get my dreams again. Okay?”

“Okay.” Robbie hugged him tighter. “I won’t take your dreams.”

“I don’t think you can do that.” A bee circled overhead and landed on a bean flower. They watched as it nudged its whole head inside the petals, wings and legs fluttering industriously.

#robbie reyes #gabe reyes #ghost rider re7 au #all new ghost rider #fanfiction #my fanfic

[mareenavee]

⭐️ mages and literacy

Director's Cut -- Mages and Literacy in The World on our Shoulders

FRICKEN FANTASTIC. Thank you so much for asking about this specifically.

Actually, on a side note, my mom and I were talking about how strangely well read the people of Tamriel are considering the setting. I really love it even though it's relatively odd. We only ever meet a few authors in game, and never anyone who transcribes professionally. Certainly no printing presses. Maybe there are and we just don't know it.

On a more serious note, since literacy seems very common in the setting, generally speaking -- obviously like everywhere there will be exceptions to the rules, I'd like to talk just a bit about arcane text specifically. I'd mentioned before that becoming a mage, or at least becoming more skilled at the use of magic requires time, effort and study. Some people are naturally more inclined to do so, and some are not. There could be a myriad reasons, culturally or biologically or what have you.

I have a scene in chapter 2 where Hadvar gives a spell tome to Nyenna that he'd taken out of the keep in Helgen. The scene starts after she quickly understands and memorizes the words for the flames spell:

“How curious… I had no idea this could be so simple,” she said. “My mother never saw sense in trying to teach me. My purpose was to unite houses, and that’s it. At least according to her. It was a miracle I learned even the tiniest alchemic recipes in all the time I’d had to observe her work.” Hadvar looked at her, again with his eyebrows knit, making his broad face seem even wider than it was. She returned the confused stare. “Wait, is it not simple?”

“Magic definitely isn’t simple, no, I can assure you. I can’t make any sense of those scribblings no matter how many hours I stare at them. I know they’re written in Common but they start to swim around on the page like they’re not meant for eyes like mine,” Hadvar said, reading over her shoulder.

We're not exactly sure what language magic is written in, or if it exists in all languages, or is something else entirely. We're not sure if it's a manifestation of the blessings of Magnus or Julianos on Nirn, even. In my hc, sometimes the text is very difficult to read. Some people can't read it at all, though it's possible they could learn the spells if the words were ever spoken to them. Some people, especially considering the social attitude toward magic in Skyrim in this case, accept that arcane texts are more trouble than they're worth -- as Hadvar might in this scene. Or maybe there's more to it that we can't know.

I like to think the arcane texts are themselves magic of a sort, that spells and the intentions behind them are found in the shape of this language -- even if it's actually written in Tamrielic/Common. It's possible, for some, it's simply not something they're willing to put the effort in to comprehend.

Even if many people in Skyrim/Tamriel own and read many more books than would normally seem possible in such settings, arcane texts are probably on a different level. I would imagine that's probably why there's not very many spell tomes sitting around on peoples' bookshelves in their houses or anything like that. Usually one must go to where the mages are to borrow their copies.

There's probably a lot more we can extrapolate on this question, but there's surprisingly little lore about the mechanics of why spell tomes work. (Or really, why they get destroyed in game when you're done with them.) In the end, I think there's a lot of factors that influence why someone might become a mage, and perhaps a lot more as to why someone else might not, and some of that reason could be the difficulty of the craft and the amount of study and work that probably has to go into it under most circumstances. Less literacy, and more cultural and aptitude based.

(I like to think it's like any art in real life. Some people have natural affinities to do creative work, some don't. Anyone who wants to improve their skill in said art will need to put in the work, no matter how easily or not it comes to each specific artist.)

Thanks! This was fun to mull over :D

#AskMareena #MareenaWrites #skyrim #elder scrolls #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #fic writer #fanfic writer #fanfiction writing #skyrim fic #skyrim fanfic #skyrim fanfiction #ao3 #The World on Our Shoulders

[rightpastnowhere]

A Random Assortment of fluffy cute headcanons:

One of the Kashra kids has a bat familiar/companion. It was latched onto Trinket's fur when they returned from a patrol, one wing broken after one of the arboreal wildcats around Whitestone got to it and... well, the Kashra kids take after their parents. They don't leave the needful to suffer alone: they try to help.

Percy used to make music boxes for his sisters. Cassandra still has hers. On the five year anniversary of Whitestone being freed, Percy makes her another (it's partly a trial run for some of his ideas for the clocktower, but it's also a harkening back to their childhood. After all, they're healing).

They do end up setting up a library in Whitestone. With Percy there, there's soon a reasonable printing press as well, and when Vesper starts shadowing Cass in the Chamber of Whitestone, she also starts making a little newsletter to go around. An early iteration of a newspaper.

Some nobles are shitty about Gwen and the Kashra kids. Some of them have tiefling kids of their own that they're ashamed of. Given Zahra and Vex, any time Gwen and the Kashra kids get an INKLING of this, they find a way to befriend said kid and get them free of their parent, if they want it.

Vax watches from beyond the divine gate. He's so proud of all of them.

There's snowdrops around the raven tree in Zephrah every spring. Keyleth never quite gets over it.

The women do periodic holidays any time any of them seems to be getting too mopey. Keyleth is getting too buried in work? Beach holiday. Cass is falling back in bad habits? Beach holiday. Vex is having a trauma anniversary. BEACH HOLIDAY. These are usually organised by Zahra, who is far and away the most on top of her issues, and Pike, who loves springing a surprise on upset friends.

Sometimes Kima and Allura join them. These rapidly turn into cocktail holidays that result in needing at least two days more holiday for "recovery" time when they return.

Percy learns how to make earplugs, not for himself, but so Vex can recover from those hangovers.

AWWWW the kashra kids going full goth aesthetic good for them <33 bats are SO CUTE so this is PERFECT

MUSIC BOXES,,,, something beautiful percy can make......... something beautiful that makes something beautiful, and can make people happy.................... and fuck, imagine him making music boxes for the babies too, and then giving them More once they grow old enough to have things like favorite songs or genres

vesper being a pioneer of something in her own right is SO COOL!! whitestone would end up as the origin of so many little modern thingamabobs, wouldn't it. the ruling family are all braniacs

THOSE NOBLES ARE GETTING DECKED!! i have headcanons about an orphanage/shelter/care system in whitestone that zahra and vex help out with (and i can't for the life of me remember if this is a headcanon inspired by someone else or of it's from canon somewhere) and i imagine it's only because they can't take in all the kids that they want to. and this is the next best thing they can give them, some place safe where they can be protected from the family that tried to - or that did - hurt them. no child deserves that, and vex n zahra (and the rest of the hydris-de rolo conglomerate) will love them twice as much and twice as fiercely to make up for how they were treated

I MISS VAX SO MUCH AND I'VE BEEN SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT HIM RECENTLY SHUT UPPPPP he watches over them.... his family and then his nieces and nephews............ even when he doesn't have much of himself left................. the snowdrops..............................

GNERKJGNEKGN THEY WILL DO ANYTHING FOR A NON-TRAUMATIC BEACHDAY AND THEY DESERVE IT!!! AND KIMALLURA TAGGING ALONG <333 MY FAVE NPC COUPLE

;;; percy keeps innovating ways for vex to be as happy as she can and he loves his wife SO MUCH

#thank u for even more headcanons................... #these lil short n sweet ones like a handful of m&ms #absolutely delightful #i have fucking TERRIFIC friends y'all #<3 #:) #percival de rolo #vex’ahlia #vesper elaina de rolo #cassandra de rolo #zahra hydris #vax’ildan #perc’ahlia #vaxleth #kinda #kashra #kimallura #critical role #vox machina #fave #essayofthoughts

[strawhatsoraya]

Hey there! I really am enjoying your blog! Can I please request a fem!Strawhat!reader x Law where they have a flirty relationship, occasionally physical but it’s mostly all subtext? They meet again when the Heart pirates and Straw Hats attend the concert for Film Red, she makes fun of his bright, obnoxious outfit, meanwhile she’s wearing some pop-punk e-girl thing and all the teasing each other culminates in a very public display of affection? It’s ok if it has nothing to do with Film Red, I’m mainly using that as the point of reference for the outfits. I’m also okay with smut! Thanks in advance!

I haven't seen Film Red lol so everything is just pulled from imagination. I hope you have been doing well, in the time it has taken me to complete this request lol. Hope you're having a good day!

How It's Done

LAW X FEM READER | NSFW (for implied sexual acts) WORD COUNT: 1k CONTENT WARNING: sexually frustrated pining law I guess, and inappropriate thoughts, some implied sexual behavior between reader and law, on/off again relationship

It had been quite some time since you last saw him, yet his crooked grin was still clear in your mind. It leered at you from behind your eyelids when you tried to rest at night, reminding you that sometimes smiles could be lethal. 

Lethal or not, you couldn’t wait to see it hanging from his lips only to disappear into a well placed grimace from a well placed remark. You adored nothing more than to get under his skin. It was the fuel in your veins, an adrenaline rush that could only compare to that burning moment of overpowering your enemies in battle.

These thoughts in mind, you arrive at the venue for the concert. It had been announced all over, and while normally you had better things to do–being part of your own pirate crew and all–this was an opportunity you couldn’t miss. You had heard the Surgeon of Death would be attending. It would be a pity to miss the chance to see an old friend. 

Law liked to make a habit of not acquiring too many friends. He had tried alliances before–playing nice had never been his forte, and had ended up in an unshakable bond not of his choosing. He shakes his head at the thought of the Strawhat Captain and his characteristic wheezy laughter. At the moment, he wanted to focus on having fun, and not a large pain in his ass. Something Bepo had insisted he needed to do. It was to be his only job for the night.  Law was having difficulty grasping that concept. Fun wasn’t something that came easy to him, so he busied himself instead, with thoughts of you.

Like Luffy, you always did things your way; selfishly, charmingly, seductively. He had tried, and failed before, to get you out of his system. Your impish grin, your teasing words always embedded themselves in his brain where he’d pick at it with inked fingers until they bled. When he couldn't drown you out with whiskey, he had tried losing himself in tangled sheets with others, but your voice would always linger. You were an itch he couldn’t scratch until he decided he should–amidst secrecy, impulsive rendezvous where he’d taste the inside of your thighs. Even after you’d cling to him, beg him for more, you always went back to the same elusive you.

Law would never keep what didn’t want to stay. He was a pirate after all, roaming was all he knew.

He tries to learn something new by wearing the shirt that Penguin picked out for him–yellow, with red cow prints. It did not match his hat at all, but apparently that was the point. Law had wanted to button up but Shachi insisted. The point of letting loose was to be free, and being free also meant being half dressed apparently. At first, he had been hesitant to pair the shirt with white shorts, but as he stood in between the crowd, bodies tightly pressed together, he was thankful for the lack of restrictive clothing. 

Heat rose from the ground, wrapping invisible tendrils around his legs. He wiped at his forehead with the back of one hand, golden eyes seeking amongst the crowd a familiar face. He thinks he sees your profile and begins to move but his pride locks his knees, keeps him rooted to his spot in the crowd. The voice coming through the speakers greets the enthusiastic crowd. Voices roar around him in approval, and before he can convince himself to let go of his pride and seek you out, you disappear among the sea of people. Several songs later, he finally moves, weaves through the heated bodies surrounding him.

“Fancy seeing you here!” you greet him loudly. He turns with difficulty at the sound of your voice, to see you behind him. Your hands are daring–weapons he never knew how to counter. They pull at the flaps of his open shirt, and bring him closer to you. “What’s up with this? You’re not looking the part at all. Is this your idea of having fun?” You release his shirt to trace the pattern of his shirt. Your fingertip dances over the fabric on top of his chest. He jerks when you graze his erect nipple.

You laugh as he flushes, grabbing your wrist in his hand.

“As always,” you say in a drawl, loudly, even as you move closer. He peers down his nose at you, and notices you’re so close he could count every single one of your lashes if he wanted to. “Ever the stick in the mud. You don’t know how to loosen up,” your free hand dances over the ripple of his abdominal muscles. You smooth your palm over his chest, and upwards. “Unless my hands are around your throat.”

Your smile is equal parts threatening and seductive. Law spins away from you, makes up an excuse about enjoying the concert. You smirk next to him, and decide you’ll spend the rest of the event right there by his side, your hand occasionally grazing the back of his.

There was no reason for this insubordinate heat. Law could feel drop after drop, slide down the expanse of his back. He felt it coating his hair until it was slick and stuck to the back of his neck and around his forehead. He should blame the countless bodies swaying to the beat, to the arms in the air swinging in excitement. Instead, he blamed it on you. On your hand that would occasionally find its way on his ass, and you’d follow it with a teasing smile and a fake apology. He didn’t know how much he could take, but when a popular song plays, the crowd roars again. It moves to draw closer to the stage, dragging him along. He is pressed up against you, chest to chest. 

You smile at his discomfort, just like you always did; and like you always did–you do as you please. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers tangling into his sweat covered locks. You pull him close, brush your lips against his. He can taste smoke, and whiskey on your tongue.

“Come on Trafalgar,” you mumble against his mouth. “Let me show you how it’s done in these waters.”

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[ghostlyarchaeologist]

I need to know more about the 1920s and 1840s cookbooks if you are willing to share! How did you acquire them?

What recipes have you tried and how did they turn out?

Any fun (mis)adventures with them? (Ingredients not sold any more or that don't mean what they meant back then, etc)

Gladly!

(Edit: I am putting this under a cut, as it has gotten very long!)

(I apologise for the state of my phone camera! I tried my best! You drop your phone in a wet trench and it's never the same after...)

So, a few years ago I ended up helping at the bring and buy book shop that ran in my local village, where I was mostly the muscle who hauled around, went through and put out the boxes of books that would get donated (and there were a lot!)

The idea of going through the donations was to weed out books that weren't able to be sold on, whether they were in too poor a condition (mouldy, incomplete), something we already have a million copies of (50 shades), or just wholly unsuitable! (I'll leave that to your imagination!) I didn't mind doing it as I could just pop in my headphones and zone out for a couple of hours.

So, there I was one Saturday, listening to my tunes and sorting through donations when I came across a very old, grungy book, held together with sticky tape and with only its front cover. Now, old books fascinate me, so I opened it up to the copyright page and almost fell over when I read MDCCCXL - 1840! At that point I knew this thing was coming home with me! And for a grand total of 25p, it did!

If you can't see what the cover says, it's 'Domestic Cookery By A Lady.' This is also repeated on the copyright page.

Look! Isn't it awesome? Now, I would love to show you every page, but there's a lot, and I'm showing you two books, so you'll just get the highlights, I'm afraid.

First things first though, here's something that I love about this book.

See that? The pages all still have indents from the printing press, even after 183 years!

The contents! As you can see, this book covers a lot! It's not just recipes. There's directions on carving, guidence on servants ('One is never to retain a cook who is not fond of her occupation.' for instance, and 'A servant must possess a natural regard for cleanliness, or all the pains in the world will never render her cleanly.'), guidence for servants (aka, how to clean everything!) a wide variety of recipes as well as how to pick the best produce and when certain things are in season.

And just as this book couldn't get any more awesome, it's got pictures too!

Go look at that last picture again for me. You see those dark splodges on the right of the page? Know what they are? They're fingerprints! Fingerprints! Proof that somebody touched and used this book all those years ago! You can't tell me that's not awesome!

I will admit that I have not tried any recipes out of this book, so no misadventures, but I love reading them. There are some that I'm not sure I'd even want to try!

Stuffed cod's head, anyone?

Mock turtle soup?

Of course, if you want real turtle, there's also how to kill and prepare one of them...

How to make coffee.

Also, how big is this blooming cake!?

Not to mention the time it will take!

Anyway, Tumblr has a photo limit on posts and I still have another book to show you, so I will leave you with this final remark on cooking for the poor, especially the bit about the crust of bread.

Mmm, yum!

Onto the next book!

It came from the same place as the last, but this time at the grand cost of 30p! (Inflation, y'know?)

This one is a cookery textbook from Strathearn College, Edinburgh. Copyright page says 1925. Cool, right? Ah, but it gets better!

Ann Burlt Oct 9th 1929. She's the original owner of this book! And she made lots of notes, too!

At a guess, these were her favourite recipes, what page they were on and how many eggs they required.

And one she didn't like! I was pretty sure that there was one recipe that was crossed out with a NO! next to it, but I couldn't find it, so maybe I was wrong.

She also amended some recipes:

Additionally, there's also a few extra special things in this book too that I at least got very excited over:

Bookmarks! This one is a scrap of newspaper, sadly no date on it.

A mini booklet regarding changes to telephone charges. Now, remember that this cookbook is from the 1920s.

Look at the second paragraph on the left. 1970. 1970! This book was still being used in 1970!

And this one, which doubles as both a recipe and a bookmark! And must have been in that book for a while as it's stained the page!

I have tried one recipe out of this one, which was a Roly Poly and was very tasty! I would show you but it would seem I have one more image I can add to this post, so instead I will use it to show you something I never, ever, want to have to try, ever!

Sardine Eclaires? Really?

Excuse me while I go quietly vomit somewhere...

Anyway! Thanks for the ask! I love being able to show these off and wildly flail about things that I think are interesting, and I hope you enjoyed the ride too!

#asks #antique cookbooks #history #heather goes on a special interest ramble and drags you along with her #these two books are the best 55p i have ever spent #and one day i will get that 1840s one restored when i can afford it #i don't dare to take off the sticky tape for fear of damaging it

[ggomos-maribat]

[68/?]

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The gala is in a full swing—already too lively for Marinette's taste. She's grown too tired from sipping on her refreshments and staring at the rich people singing faux praises and other people of the press trying to curry favor with them. Her cheeks ache from forcefully polite smiles, and her feet throb from her heels. 

A man approaches her: a reporter, no doubt. Neatly groomed and airing out confidence. 

"Miss Wayne." He grins. "Or shall I say MDC? Jamison Bowen, Gotham Gazette." 

Marinette raises her eyebrows. "Pleased to make your acquaintance." 

"No, it is all my pleasure." He shakes his head. "I never imagined meeting the famous fashion designer who rocked the entire world. It must be a busy life for you." 

"It is." She keeps her tone lively but words brief. Anything she says might end up in headline print after all. 

"But it must be easy, you know, being a Wayne and all that." He laughs, looking towards Bruce Wayne in his 'Brucie' element while entertaining some of the guests. "You are truly lucky, Miss." 

Marinette lowers her glass. "I'm sorry? What is that supposed to mean?" 

"Oh, I just thought that you are fortunate enough to be bear one of the most important names in the business world and have that help you in nurturing your talent—" 

"I have been designing and taking commissions since I was thirteen, Monsieur. Even before I came to live with my father. Before I knew he was my father. I can list off a few names who can vouch for me." Marinette clenches her jaw.

Jamison pales and visibly backtracks. "Right, right, I'm aware of that, yes. I only meant that—that—your father must be really proud of you. Among all his children . . ."

"His children?"

"Yes." He wears a tight smile. "With his first ward always absent, his second having strange rumors about him, and the third! The third can't quite act like a proper CEO with his childish antics. And that quiet girl, and violent boy, and is it true that Bruce was just forced to adopt that last one?" 

Marinette is a hair's breadth away from breaking her glass with her bare hands. She's used to the rumors surrounding her, but hearing the insults about her family makes her want to strangle this man. 

He laughs again. "Oh well, but what to expect? That's Bruce Wayne after all. Eccentric billionaire with eccentric children. Except you, of course." 

Her hands clench and shake as she averts her eyes. Don't cause a scene. Not here, Mari. It'll only bring trouble.

"It's astounding that you ever qualified as a journalist," a new voice chimes in. 

"Mi—Miss Lane." The reporter does a double take. "It's an honor—" 

"You dared to criticize the Wayne family in front of Marinette herself. You're a dead man walking, Bowen," Lois says icily.

"But—but I was just—" he sputters. 

"I suggest you leave before I have you fired myself." 

That does the trick. He scurries away pitifully, in search of another socialite to prey on. 

The tension leaves from Marinette's shoulders. "Thank you, auntie," she sighs in relief. "I'm sorry, I—I don't normally get riled up by these things and—and I know my siblings couldn't care less about what others think of them but . . ." 

"It's okay, sweetie." Lois puts a hand on her shoulder. "If it were me, I would've socked him straight on the face already." 

A familiar bespectacled man joins them, bringing drinks for himself and Lois. "And if it were me, I would've launched him straight to space. You handled that well, Marinette."

"Dad's better at . . . Pretending," Marinette mumbles. 

Clark snorts. "Not all of us can be Brucie." 

"It's okay to get angry, especially from that," Lois reassures, "Your siblings and father would've felt the same." 

Marinette tucks a hair behind her ear. "Do you guys have work tonight or . . .?" 

"We can join you for the rest of the night," Lois offers, smiling softly.

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[catierambles]

Public Relations Ch.4

Pairing: Clark Kent/Superman x Charlotte Danvers (OFC)

WC 2363

Warnings: None

@kingliam2019 , @greensleeves888

two in one day? whuuuuuuuut. lemme know if you want to be tagged

The next few days passed uneventfully, Clark sending her that list of places and they settled on a diner he liked to frequent in downtown Metropolis. She was sitting at her desk going through emails when she got the notification of another one coming in from Melissa and she opened it up.

“It’s good.” She had prefaced the link and Charlotte clicked it, bringing up the Daily Planet website and the article attached.

Charlotte Danvers: Only human.

By Clark Kent

By now everyone has heard about what happened at Danvers Tower more than a week ago, its details, both sordid and otherwise splashed over headlines in print and online. Sadly, most publications seemed to focus on the sensational aspects, rather than the full truth. They led to the incident in question, yes, but one wrong decision in her personal life does not justify someone trying to end that life. The press has lost sight of this and Ms. Danvers was raked over the coals as it were, metaphorical stones thrown at her in an effort to somehow diminish the fact that someone she honestly cared about tried to take her life, betraying her trust in the worst way imaginable. How does the old adage go? Those in glass houses? None of us are above reproach. None of us can honestly say we have led a life free of regret or questionable decisions. Charlotte Danvers is a victim in this situation, and to continue to make her so instead of standing by her denotes a severe lack of character and integrity.

I spent the better part of a day with Charlotte Danvers, and the woman I spoke to was not the amoral seductress others have made her out to be. She was kind, warm, and inviting. She spoke with me honestly and candidly on a wide array of topics. Those who worked directly for and with her had nothing but good things to say about her. A lot of terrible things have been said about Charlotte Danvers in the days prior, but let’s try to focus on the positives, shall we? Let’s talk about the woman herself outside of what the other press would have you believe about her.

Charlotte found herself smiling as she read the rest of the article. He was complimentary, but not overly so. He didn’t put her on a pedestal, nor did he attempt to pull her down. He was honest, completely and truly, and she admired that. She read the article a couple more times before printing it out and making a note to have it framed as she did with most articles that were written about her that she actually liked. Going into her phone, she pulled up their text message thread and typed in a message, sending it to him.

Thank you

 His response a short while later of a simple heart emoji made her smile again and she reached over, pressing a button on her desk phone.

“Hey, Melissa? Who owns the Daily Planet?” She asked.

“Uhh…Bruce Wayne, I believe, but let me double-check.” Melissa said and a small, somewhat mischievous grin pulled at her lips.

“Please do.” She said and went back to her emails before her phone came to life next to her.

“Yep, Bruce Wayne owns The Daily Planet as a subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises.”

“So he doesn’t actually personally own it.”

“Not that I’ve found.” Melissa said. “Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?”

“Annoy Bruce Wayne and get into the communications business in one fell swoop?” She asked, “Have Acquisitions reach out to them about passing the reins and see if they can put together an offer for me to review.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Melissa said, “Oh, I’m ordering from the Greek place down the street for lunch, you want anything?”

“Chicken shawarma rice bowl, extra tzatziki?”

“You got it, I’ll let you know when it’s here.”

“You want me to foot the bill?”

“Nah, you’re good, Charlie. It’s just the two of us, I got it.” Melissa said.

“Thanks, Mel.” Charlotte said, “Let me know what Acquisitions says.”

“You’ll know as soon as I do.” Melissa said and the line went dead. Picking up her cell phone again, she sent Clark a winky face emoji, getting question marks in return.

I have something in the works. You’ll know if it pans out.

Why am I scared all of a sudden?

That made her laugh.

You’re fine, nothing will change. Much. Maybe.

That doesn’t make me feel better.

It’s still in its infancy, babe. Like I said, you’ll know if it pans out.

Babe?

Shit, she hadn’t meant to put that and it was way too soon for pet names.

So tell me about this diner.

He allowed her to switch topics like a champ and they texted off and on for the rest of the day, making plans to have them meet at her place and they would head into the city together. He didn’t have a car (of course), so she told him that she would have someone pick him up if he didn’t want to use his own personal method. Her house backed up against a forested area far outside the city limits, so he had a private landing zone away from prying eyes if he so chose. In the end, he agreed to have someone swing by to get him and gave her his address. They settled on a time and she let her driving company know that they would be sending someone out to get him at around 7 pm and bring him to her residence, giving them his contact information so they could notify him when they were on their way and when they arrived.

She worked on various things until about 5 when she decided to call it quits for the day, shutting down her computer and letting Melissa know that she was leaving so she could have someone come around front. It’s not that Charlotte couldn’t drive herself to and from work, it was just easier this way and she didn’t have to think about parking. Packing up her things, she left the building, bidding those she passed a good night, and got into the car waiting out front, thinking about what she was going to wear. Everything that immediately came to mind was far too fancy for the setting so she ran through what casual clothes she had hanging up, deciding at last on a simple pair of jeans, a hoodie, and sneakers.

She wished the driver goodnight as they pulled up in front of her house and she got out, heading inside and starting to get ready. The work makeup would need to come off and she debated on how extensive she wanted to get with it and if she wanted to subject him to the sight of her without makeup so soon. Best not to give the man nightmares. Foundation, powder, eyeliner, mascara, and lightly tinted lip gloss it was.

She was just putting the finishing touches on her hair, deciding to just pull it back into a simple bun at the back of her head when she heard the doorbell ring through the sound system. Heading downstairs, she opened the front door, smiling as she saw him standing on her doorstep, getting a smile in return. He had also changed out of his work clothes, opting for a button-up flannel shirt, jeans, and boots, the top couple buttons of the shirt undone and showing a rather attractive view of chest hair, the sleeves rolled up his forearms.

“Come on in!” She said and stepped aside to let him in, watching as he looked around and snorted in amusement at his whistle.

“Wow, this place is big.” He said, looking up at the vaulted ceilings and at the sweeping staircase that was branched off at the top in different directions.

“A bit too big, sometimes.” Charlotte said with a shrug, “But it gives a good first impression. Want the tour before we head out?”

“Absolutely.” Clark said and she started showing him around, working from top to bottom, but only vaguely pointing at where her bedroom was located and not actually showing him it, lest he got the wrong impression on a first date. He was especially impressed with her library and study, along with the full bar in the home theater.

“And here, right off the garage, is the indoor pool and jacuzzi.” She said as they walked into the room and he looked around, “The water of the pool is heated so it’s good year-round.”

“Big windows.” He said, noticing the large floor-to-ceiling windows that made up one exterior wall facing the forest.

“They frost over like the ones in my office if I want some privacy.” She said and he nodded.

“I meant to ask.” Clark said and she gave him a questioning look. “World of Warcraft?” There was a moment of confusion before she remembered and she looked down at the stitching on the front of her hoodie briefly.

“I like to play it in my downtime.” She said, “What little I actually have, and BlizzCon is always fun.”

“Never played it and never been.” Clark said with a small, amused smile.

“For the Horde.” She said and he snorted, understanding the reference even though he didn’t play the game. “And through here, is my pride and joy.” He followed her as they left the pool area, heading into the garage and he stopped as she turned on the overhead lights, his jaw dropping slightly at the sight of the cars she had. There wasn’t a modern sports or high-end luxury car among them, all classics and mostly muscle cars, but there were a couple of vintage sports cars as well.

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah.” She said, a smile in her voice and she went past him, going up to one and running her fingertips up the gleaming black hood lightly. “This one is my favorite, my baby. 1967 Pontiac GTO with a V8 engine, growls like a beast and has enough power to push you back in your seat and then some. She was the first one I collected and restored.”

“You restored her yourself?” He asked, standing at the front of the car and she nodded with a sound.

“You should have seen her when I found her, rusting away in a junkyard, poor thing. The guy sold her to me for next to nothing, probably thinking I was going to just strip her down for usable parts. It wasn’t an easy restoration by any means, the chassis needed replacing, and the engine was completely shot. Lots of late nights, but I got her back to fighting weight and prom pretty.”

“She’s gorgeous. What about this one?” He asked, moving off to a cherry red convertible with bold black lines down the hood.

“1970 Chevelle SS 454 LS6.” She said, “Only about twenty were ever produced. I only drive her on special occasions, but I do make sure to drive her. Beauty like her doesn’t deserve to be put on a shelf and never taken out.”

“My dad would have loved to see these.” Clark said.

“I’d love to show him one day.” Charlotte said with a smile and he looked down, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.

“He died some years back,” Clark said, “When a twister ripped through my hometown.”

“I’m sorry.” She said, “I didn’t know.”

“I could have saved him, but he…” Clark stopped, sniffing slightly. “He stopped me. He didn’t want me to out myself just for the sake of him.”

“He was trying to protect you.” Charlotte said and he nodded, looking at her as she stood in front of him, a sympathetic smile on her face. “You know what? Forget the diner, let’s order a pizza instead.”

“You sure?” Clark asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, I have a rather extensive movie collection, if I do say so myself. How about you pick one out and we watch it in the theater?” She suggested, “But before we do that. How would you, my good Sir, like to take one of the cars out for a spin around the neighborhood?”

“Oh, I couldn’t…I couldn’t possibly…”

“I insist. Whichever one you want.” She said, “I know it’s blasphemy, but they’re all automatic transmissions, made sure of it myself. Was never comfortable with manual, personally.”

“Are you sure? Absolutely sure you want me behind the wheel of one of your babies?”

“Clark, you have literal superhuman reflexes. I’m not worried about you crashing one of my cars.” She said and he looked over her collection.

“I would love to.” He said and she gave a sweeping gesture.

“Pick one out.” She said and he walked down the row before stopping at one. It was a deep sapphire blue with white racing stripes and like the Chevelle, was also a convertible.

“This one.”

“The 1965 Shelby Cobra, only about a thousand were ever produced.” She said, “Excellent choice, Sir, let me get that key for you.” She went over to a box on the wall, pressing her thumb onto the scanner and opening it as it unlocked, looking through the keys hanging on hooks inside before pulling one out. He caught it as she tossed it to him and he opened the driver’s side door, getting into it and settling down behind the wheel, putting the seat belt on. She got in on the passenger's side and put on her own belt and he hesitated a moment before sliding the key into the ignition and turning it. The engine came to life with a growl and settled into a purr and he groaned, dropping his head onto the steering wheel and making her laugh. Opening the glove box, she pulled out a remote and pressed the button, the garage doors sliding back like aircraft hangar doors. The cars were all parked at an angle facing the now open door so all he had to do was put his foot on the gas and drive out, heading up the ramp and turning down onto the street, the doors closing behind them.

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Fic Writer Asks!

1. What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

3. What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

4. What piece of media inspired you the most?

9. What fic meant the most to you to write?

12. What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it?

16. What were you go-to writing songs?

26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

30. What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

Okay second try on this cause tumblr closed out on me in the middle of answering and didn’t save my draft 😂

1. What's something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

In hindsight I’ve actually tried a lot of new things in the last year. I delved into Lance’s perspective, I’ve been writing for my TOWL characters more and fleshing out their backstories before they moved to Walpole Lane, I wrote more New Dream content. And also writing the synopses for all the books they mentioned throughout Tangled. All of it was so much fun and I really hope I get to do it more. Especially writing for Lance more cause my boy deserves more love.

3. What's something you learned about yourself as a writer?

One of the biggest things I learned in 2023 for myself was how to balance my planning. I’ve learned that as long as I have the meat/core events of the story written down, it’s a big help in making sure I actually finish the fic cause then I know exactly where the plot is going and where to end it.

4. What piece of media inspired you the most?

I think I’d have to say Tangled, since that’s most of what I wrote in 2023.

9. What fic meant the most to you to write?

Is it cheating if I say all of them? 😂

12. What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it?

Hmm….I think I’d have to say The Sundrop Pamphlet, cause I really wanted it to feel like it was Cassandra speaking and not me. Cause the whole thing is supposed to read like a news article from her lips to the Newsies’ printing press. Luckily I did finish it but sometimes I’m concerned that it may read as Cass kinda trauma-dumping on kids if you know the context of it. Like, I’m worried that “Cassandra” (aka, me) didn’t desensitize it enough for the kids she was telling it to.

16. What were you go-to writing songs?

Oooh this is a good one cause I tend to use music for inspiration a LOT when I write. No songs have really been my go-to for Days of the Animals but that may change someday. For “The Sundrop Pamphlet” I mostly listened to Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift and Waiting in the Wings. “Forbidden Love”, naturally I listened to I See the Light a lot 😂. Part one of my Lost Lagoon fic (Save What Has Been Lost) was largely inspired by the “Way of Water” track from Avatar 2 and a little bit of Pure Imagination by Kathleen. “Raise What Lies Beneath”; I listned to the Nightsong from Baldur’s Gate 3 and the Crystal Cavern track from Atlantis.

26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Oh hands down, posting my Lost Lagoon fic. I’ve had that half baked in my head roughly since the show ended so it felt so satisfying to finally get it written and out there into the world.

30. What's something that you want to write in 2024?

Oh I have a whole bucket list of things I wanna write/plan to write in 2024:

A Percabeth fic where they watch How to Train Your Dragon

A potential Hazbin fic

More TOWL prequels; mostly featuring Carmilla for now

Chapter 2 of Gwen Grounds Rapunzel

The next chapter of Days of the Animals, in which Varian will adopt Prometheus

Something with Hazel and Primrose

Still working on the plot for it beyond the idea, but it’d be hilarious to do a fic about the gang finding out that Cass glows in the dark

Maybe something with New Dream and Rapunzel hiring Sophie and Dahlia

Definitely something with Poly and/or Ginny, because I must give my daughters more love.

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Inhabit 3: Claim the Shell

The wraith may enter a relic [ghostly] or a Skinlands [mortal world] object and use it as a surrogate body. He has full control over all its functions and can move parts on their own, though he can't make it do anything else outside its own capabilities. For example, a wraith possessing a revolver can cock the hammer, pull the trigger, and swing out the cylinder and eject spent shell casings, but he can't levitate or aim the gun, nor grasp and load fresh ammunition. His senses function normally, though they're spread across the object's entire surface. If a Skinlands object ie destroyed while the wraith inhabits it, he may bring it across the shroud as a relic (though creating a relic from a container doesn't also create relics from its contents). System: the player spends 3 Pathos and rolls Strength+Inhabit (difficulty of the local Shroud, or 8 in the Tempest [part of the ghostly world behind the veil]). The number of successes required for success depend on the item's size:

1 success Handheld: tablet or notebook computer, handgun,power tool, book 2 successes Two-handed: small appliance, greatsword, web server 3 successes Human-sized: motorcycle, crew-served heavy weapon, office furniture 4 successes Vehicular: speedboat, garage workbench, assembly line laser wielding robot 5 successes Industrial: locomotive, marine diesel engine, newspaper printing press 6+ successes Structural: House, airliner, ship

Claim the Shell lasts for one scene. If the object is destroyed while the wraith is within it, his shadow [evil alter ego] gains 1 temporary Angst per success required to Claim it. However, he may convert the item into a relic by spending 1 Willpower, plus 1 Corpus per success required to claim it.

What makes it cool?

If you read that list of examples and don't get it I don't know what to tell you, but I'll try… This is an ability dripping with flavour. It takes a classic ghost trope, the possessed object, systematises it with just enough limitations to be interesting, considers how it would feel to be that ghost with the sensory description, which is great for a gm, and provides a list to spark your imagination. From an in-game perspective, ghosts can't normally interact with the material world, so getting something like this isn't just incredibly exciting, it basically writes its own stories for at least a couple of sessions as you play around with it. Oh, and you can get (Rare, valuable) relic objects even if the person you're trying to kill with a battleship somehow defeats you! This ability alone makes me want to play wraith every time I read it.

Argent Trickster's Rook

Flashing a wicked grin as she rolls the dice or turns over her cards, the Lunar claims faces unwisely wagered against her. She performs a sacred hunt by challenging a human to dice, cards, or a similar game of chance, convincing him to stake his shape as his wager. She needn’t convince him that she can actually take his form, and may convince him through vague language, metaphor, or half-truth. Her own wager must be one that her target would consider equal in value to the theft of his shape. If the Lunar wins — including by cheating, as long as she isn’t caught — she concludes the sacred hunt and claims her target’s form. Her target must be genuinely playing to win. If the Lunar’s target wins or catches her cheating, the sacred hunt fails, and she can’t take his shape through this Charm until next story. She may still attempt sacred hunts against him by other means.

What makes it cool?

This is literally a way for a shapeshifter character to win your form in a gambling game. The "normal" way for a Lunar to take something's form is a literal ritual hunt, which ends with eating part of the target, and this is one of a few ways to steal a human's form without killing them. There's just something really fucking cool and evocative about winning someone's face in a game of cards.

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