#fireside girls series

[bianchi2021]

FIRESIDE GIRL SPINOFF ADYSON HEADCANON

Young Phineas: One day, I'm gonna do the biggest things all summer and be the most popular boy around! Young Adyson: *chuckles* You're so abnormal looking how could anyone *not* pay attention to you? Young Phineas: *glares*

#fireside girls spin off #fireside girl series

[promptthebear]

Kissmas Day 6

Prompt: A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

Pairing: Edmund x Reader

A/N: Finally, finally this one is done! Apparently I can't write any Narnia fic without going way overboard. Also be forewarned this one is a little spicy, but still PG-13/T so it keeps within my boundaries for this series. If you want to know how explicit I'm willing to get for Narnia characters specifically this is a pretty good benchmark. Anyway, enjoy!

When Edmund invited you to spar with him, you were immediately suspicious.

“Why on earth would I need to learn swordplay?” you asked, standing up on your tiptoes and gently pressing your lips to his “I’ve got the best swordsman in Narnia to look after me”

A blush rose across Edmund’s cheeks, a pretty red canvas for those freckles he never quite outgrew. You resisted the urge to grab hold of his face and cover it with kisses, putting your own mark between the constellations already dappling his skin.

“You’re very sweet,” your betrothed replied, glancing quickly at Abelia, the grumpy she-badger who was serving as your chaperone, before sliding his arms around your waist “And very right. But what if there comes a time when I’m not around?”

“Then I’ll just go find Peter,” you said, chuckling at the way Edmund’s nose scrunched in annoyance “Even if he’s only second best, he can at least provide a nice diversion while I make my escape”

The smack of his hand against your arse came so quickly, there was little chance of Abelia noticing. A sidelong glance at the talking badger confirmed this fact. She hadn’t even so much as looked up from her drop spindle, far more concerned with crafting an even thread than minding the two of you.

Emboldened, Edmund ducked his head and stole another kiss. This was far less chaste than the one you had given him moments before, threading his fingers through your hair to deepen it and brushing his tongue over the seam of your lips.

You tried to muffle a moan and almost failed. It was all you could do to keep upright as Edmund continued to lavish your mouth with affection, going as far as to tug at your bottom lip with his teeth before breaking the kiss and gently tilting your head to the side so he could whisper in your ear.

“Listen here cheeky girl,” he kept his voice soft, but there was a stern edge to it that nearly had you squirming “I’ve booked the training pitch for us, and I’ve been promised we’ll have at least an hour alone. No Abelia, no Tumnus. All you have to do is meet me there tomorrow, okay?

You looked up at Edmund with wide, hopeful eyes. Alone? The promise hung between you, almost like a magic spell. It sounded too good to be true.

You’d known Edmund since he’d first came to Narnia, when he was ten and you were eight. You’d loved each other in the way only children can, squabbling over card games and rounds of chess, falling asleep together by the fireside after reading on long winter nights.

At sixteen and fourteen, you’d been betrothed. Since then you could count on one hand the number of times you’d been alone, as though you hadn’t been playing at kissing and going for twilight swims only a few years before.

Reputation didn’t matter so much to Edmund’s siblings, you had been around so long they already considered you part of the family, marriage or not. Your family, on the other hand, was a different story. You were their only daughter, and being such a small household from Archenland, there was a lot riding on this marriage. So until the day of the wedding, you had to keep up appearances.

The sound of Abelia clearing her throat shook you from your reminiscing. You glanced over at the she-badger, who had set aside her drop spindle and was now making a “move apart” gesture with her claws. With a sigh, you did as you were asked, pausing to give Edmund one last kiss on the cheek before turning and gesturing to the nearby couch.

“Shall we sit? Perhaps play a game?”

Edmund nodded, bringing up a hand and running a finger nervously under his collar before he sat next to you. It was hard to tell in the rosy glow of the firelight whether or not his blush had gotten deeper, though you could certainly feel a kind of flame on your own cheeks.

Satisfied that her charges were once again behaving themselves, Abeila took up her spindle and began to wind the thread with practised ease.

“Only half an hour longer, my lady,” she warned, her voice growly by nature rather than intent “Your lady mother wants to sup with you this evening.”

“Yes Abelia.”

Under the table, you could feel Edmund’s hand brush your knee as you began setting up the board for checkers. You glanced over, and were pleased to see the usual mischievous gleam in his eye.

“Tomorrow” he whispered, giving you a small smile, which you returned.

Tomorrow.

***

It was high noon by the time you set off towards the training pitch. The sun was at its zenith, shining brightly over a cold, clear day. There was not a cloud in the sky, save for the ones made by your breath as you walked.

Even dressed in layers as you were, you still felt exposed. You’d borrowed a set of training garb from Lucy, which consisted of a linen shirt, leather jerkin and matching trousers. While you appreciated her generosity, they were a far cry from your usual gowns and petticoats.

You were well aware of the fact that the outline of your legs, thighs, and hips were all prominently on display in the snug breeches. Already, you’d garnered some stares from passing stable boys and squires going about their daily chores. The feeling of their eyes on you sent an anticipatory thrill down your spine. Whether Edmund had asked you to dress this way for function or his own benefit, you couldn’t say, but you were certainly eager to find out.

The training grounds were, surprisingly, empty when you arrived. Save for a few sparrows pecking about the grass, there was not another living soul to be seen. You stood on the dirt track circling the field, listening to the wind buffet the trees and the occasional birdsong while you nibbled at your bottom lip.

Surely you had heard Edmund correctly? The training pitch, tomorrow. That’s what he had said, you were certain of it. And yet here you were, without any sign of Edmund. Perhaps he had been called away and hadn’t had a chance to send notice. Or maybe Abelia or Tumnus had caught him trying to sneak off and he was attempting to explain himself without drawing suspicion to you. Or perhaps Peter had needed him to-

“First rule of sword fighting. Always be aware of your surroundings.”

Your shriek rang out, high and sudden, scaring the nearby sparrows into flight. How Edmund had managed to sneak up on you, in full plate armour no less, would forever remain a mystery. Solving said mystery, however, was far less of a concern to you than trying to connect the toe of your boot to Edmund’s shins.

“What’s the matter with you?! You scared the living daylights out of me!”

Edmund didn’t seem the least bit concerned by your admonishing, laughing and dancing away from your volley of kicks with an easy confidence. His bright eyes and wide smile made you forgive him almost instantly, letting yourself be caught when he reached to put his hands about your waist.

You stood on tiptoe and kissed him, open mouthed and unashamed. Edmund responded in kind, allowing his hands to freely roam along your body now that you were no longer under Abelia’s watchful eye.

The thick metal of his armour made it difficult for you to do the same, so you chose instead to use one hand to cradle his jaw while you brought the other up to twine in his hair. You could taste the tea he’d recently drunk on his breath, a blend of cinnamon, cardamom and ginger from Calmore you knew he favoured. A soft moan escaped your lips as Edmund grabbed a handful of your bottom, squeezing it none too gently. You pressed your body against his, hoping he could feel your warmth and eagerness through his armour, silently imploring for more.

When Edmund finally broke the kiss, you whined, which made him laugh again. You watched as he gathered up a pair of swords from the grass nearby, more than a little confused. Initially, you assumed that the remark about him teaching you swordplay was nothing more than a ruse, to mask his true plan from Abelia and anyone else who may question your intentions for that afternoon. Did he truly wish to put a sword in your hand?

“Come on, you needy thing” he said as he tossed a sword to you, hilt end down. You managed to catch it, albeit a little clumsily “I said I was going to teach you how to fight, and I’m nothing if not a man of my word”

The sword felt strange in your hand, and you held it at length from your body as though you were afraid of what would happen if you brought it too close. Try as you might, you couldn’t keep your arm from trembling slightly, which almost ousted the weapon from your grasp.

Edmund watched you for a moment, before finally driving the tip of his own sword into the dirt and closing the distance between you two.

“Second rule of sword fighting,” he announced, his voice cheerful and relaxed “Know how to hold your weapon properly”

He reached out and closed his hand around your own. Despite his armour, he had opted not to wear gloves, and you could feel the callouses on his fingers as he began to adjust your grip. You stood, entranced, while he guided you into a more natural stance, his touch leaving a trail of tingling warmth each time it came in contact with your hand or arm. When he was satisfied with your position, he stepped back and went to retrieve his own weapon.

“Alright. Now, I want you to try and hit me.”

Your astonished expression made Edmund grin in spite of himself. Had he made that suggestion to his sisters or Peter, they would’ve knocked him flat without a second thought. You were far too sweet for your own good.

“It’s alright darling. They’re only tourney swords, watch.”

To prove his point, Edmund ran the index finger of his other hand along the blade’s edge. You watched, waiting for blood to appear, but let out a sigh of relief when none followed. As Edmund had said, the blades had been blunted for practice or sport.

“See? You wouldn’t hurt me even if you wanted to. Well, I suppose you could, if you smacked me with the hilt. But please don’t. My face is the only asset I’ve got”

You laughed, the action pulling some tension from your body. Edmund smiled encouragingly, before bringing up his sword and crooking the fingers of his other hand.

“Come on then. Or are you just going to stand about admiring me all day?”

With another laugh, you took a couple cautious steps forward. Edmund watched your feet with the trained eyes of a practised fighter, but otherwise didn’t move. A few more steps and the space between you two had shrunk to little more than an arm’s length. You stared at your betrothed for a moment, once again giving him the chance to change his mind.

When no protest came, you thrust your sword forward, aiming to hit the side of Edmund’s shoulder. It was a clumsy attempt, without enough force behind it to make for a decent strike, and Edmund sidestepped it easily. You expected him to come dancing around your other side, grinning like a fool and taunting you into having another go, when you felt the flat of a blade smack across your ass.

You whirled, gasping in both surprise and affront. Edmund was roaring with laughter, nearly doubled over with the force of it. You couldn’t help but pout a little, feeling betrayed.

“Oh god, I’m sorry dearest” he said, still a little breathless “That wasn’t very sporting of me, but I couldn’t help it. Here, let’s try again, only this time I want you to put more weight on your front foot and really extend your arm. Then you’ll have better balance and a more fluid thrust, alright?”

You nodded, doing as instructed while Edmund returned to his spot in front of you. As he said, the motion was smoother and your feet felt surer beneath you as you pushed forward. Once again, you tried to strike Edmund’s shoulder, figuring that was a safe choice lest you miss your target.

This time, you managed to glance the blade off Edmund’s arm before he darted away. He let out a playful whoop, before disappearing again behind your back. You turned as quickly as you could manage, knowing he was going to try and spank you again, but Edmund was quicker. The flat of his sword struck your ass with a sharp, stinging blow. You grit your teeth, refusing to let him have the satisfaction of hearing you cry out, and spun around to face him again.

Edmund’s grin, large and knowing, was the first thing you saw after turning. It was all you could do not to toss aside your sword and wipe the smug look off his face with the palm of your hand. It reminded you of your summers as teenagers and all the times he ducked you in the river, before finally apologizing and pulling you in for a burning kiss while you’d clutched at his bare arms.

The memory made you shiver, and you wondered if perhaps this was the same sort of game. Your betrothed's face gave nothing away, whatever he was scheming was staying locked away behind that infuriating smile.

“Giving up already, are you?”

Taking a deep breath, you brought the tip of the sword up once more and pointed it directly at Edmund’s chest.

“Not a chance, your highness.”

With that, you rushed at Edmund, throwing sportsmanship to the wind and hoping you could surprise him before he was ready. For a moment, he appeared genuinely taken off guard, and you relished the way his eyes widened as you swung your sword through the air. However, a well timed feint from an amateur was no match for the best swordsman in Narnia.

The resulting vibration of Edmund’s sword clashing with yours made your teeth knock together and seemed to shake the breath from your lungs. You clutched at your aching wrist, and doubled over to kneel in the dampened grass. Your sword fell from your loosened grip, now useless and forgotten on the ground.

Immediately, Edmund was crouched beside you, having tossed aside his own weapon the moment he saw you go down.

“Oh god, sweetheart, are you alright? I’m so sorry, did I hit you too hard?”

You sat, your face protected in the cradle of your arms and knees, refusing to look Edmund in the eye. When he reached out a hand and placed it on your shoulder, you pulled away.

“Darling?” his voice dropped low, into that special, soft tone he only used for you “Darling, look at me, please.”

Even when he said your name, you didn’t look up. You waited, trying to keep your breathing even. Inside your mind, you began to count.

Three…

Edmund moved even closer. You could feel his breath by your temple, his face only a few inches from yours.

Two…

He said your name again, but to no avail. This time, when he placed his hand on your arm, you didn’t move.

One…

The look of shock on Edmund’s face as you leapt and tackled him into the grass was one you were going to savour. Within seconds, the two of you were tussling atop each other like puppies, the world lost in a whirl of limbs and giggling.

You had the advantage, but Edmund was faster and stronger. It wasn’t long before he had you pinned beneath him, his face hovering just above yours and his arms forming a cage on either side of your head. Your legs were tangled together, one of Edmund’s knees trapped between yours, and your feet seeming to go every which way.

“You little minx” he panted, your mouths so close the two of you were almost sharing breaths “I was scared I’d really hurt you.”

“Will you forgive me if I yield?”

Edmund studied your face, the put upon pout, your flushed cheeks and the way your eyes shone with mirth, and felt what little resolve he had crumble.

“Of course. How could I stay mad at you?”

By way of apology, you reached up and pulled Edmund’s head down into a bruising kiss. He moaned, softly, before working your mouth open with his tongue, which you received without protest. Your bodies were flush together, the metal of his armour searing cold against your skin. You were about to offer to help him remove his chest plate, when your hips jerked up instinctively, knocking into Edmund’s and revealing the hardness in the front of his breeches as they brushed together.

Embarrassed, you broke the kiss and hid your face away in the side of his neck. The two of you had had many firsts together, but nothing that had ever gone below your waistlines. Edmund chuckled, the sound warm and reassuring in your ear.

“Hey, it’s alright. Don’t worry about that, okay? I just want to focus on kissing and touching you. It’s all I’ve been able to think about lately, you’ve practically driven me to distraction.”

You looked up at your betrothed, who’s cheeks were equally as flushed and eyes equally as bright as your own. You thought about the first time he’d kissed you, beneath an apple tree in the orchard. You’d been scared then, and embarrassed too, but Edmund had guided you through it with as much patience and gentleness as anyone could have asked for. Since then, you knew you’d always be safe with him.

“Alright, I suppose I’ve caused you enough suffering for one day.”

Edmund laughed again, before bringing his mouth down to kiss your neck. You moaned, tilting your head to the side to give him better access, and this time when your hips bucked upwards, you didn’t feel as ashamed. It wasn’t long before he was tugging at your collar, trying to gain access to the tops of your breasts.

You slipped a hand between your bodies, doing the best you could to open the laces on your shirtfront despite the awkward angle. That was all the invitation Edmund needed. He began a trail of heated, open mouthed kisses along your collarbones, each one leaving a faint red mark in their wake. Your body felt as though it was on fire, pleasure and want coiling deep in your stomach.

Every sense you had was filled with Edmund, his smell, his taste, the feeling of his lips and fingers exploring your exposed torso. He touched you as though you were something precious, his personal goddess of love and beauty laid almost bear beneath him. You moaned his name over and over, like a prayer, begging your most devoted follower to offer all he had in the worship of your body and soul.

Edmund…Edmund…

“Edmund!”

The two of you split apart as though you had just been burned, Edmund scrambling to his feet while you hurriedly tried to arrange your shirtfront back into place. Above you stood Peter, every inch a High King with his face like thunder and the afternoon sunlight glinting off the peaks of his golden crown.

You kept your eyes trained to the ground, studying where the grass had been trampled0 beneath your footsteps earlier on. Any explanation for this was going to have to come from Edmund, your tongue had left you to fend for yourself and you wanted nothing more than for the training pitch to open up and swallow you up.

“Peter…I…we-” Edmund’s voice was shaky, sounding more like a little boy who’d been caught nicking sweets than a grown man of one and twenty.

“I have been looking for you. Everywhere.” Peter’s tone was even, but there was a biting inflection to each word that made you wince “The council. Has been looking for you.”

Edmund’s cheeks went from flushed to pale so quickly, you were afraid he might swoon.

“Oh God. The foreign policy meeting. Was that today?”

“Yes, Ed! It was hours ago, or would’ve been if you’d actually bothered to show up. I had a room of dignitaries and house representatives, some of them all the was from Calmoren, looking at me like I was the biggest fool ever to walk the face of the Earth, and asking where you were. As if I had any bloody idea!”

Peter’s shouts rang out through the air, clear and dripping with every ounce of disappointment the young king could muster. While his ire was directly entirely at Edmund, you couldn’t help the cold shock of guilt that was now settling in your stomach. Edmund had been distracted lately because of you, he’d even said so himself.

“I’m sorry!” you cried out suddenly, rising to your feet so you could take hold of Edmund’s hand “It’s my fault. He wanted to come and see me, that’s why he missed the meeting. I’m so sorry Pe- Your Highness.”

There was little change to Peter’s expression, saved for a single raised brow. However, his eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly as he looked you over, taking in your mussed shirt and hair, and the way you were clinging to Edmund’s arm.

“Who’s idea was it to come out here?”

You and Edmund exchanged a quick glance, but said not a word.

Peter let out a sigh that seemed to come from the soles of his boots, before trying again.

“Tell me. Whose idea was it?”

“Mine.” Edmund interjected, before you could even open your mouth in his defence “I said we were going to have sparring practice”

It was all Peter could do not to roll his eyes.

“Wonderful. Then you can be the one to explain to the council why the meeting was moved to next week.”

Any glib comment Edmund might have made in reply was silenced as Peter grabbed his brother by the collar, and proceeded to drag him off by the scruff like a misbehaving puppy. You watched as Edmund was frogmarched across the training pitch, Peter half carrying him as though Edmund wasn’t at least a good foot taller and wearing full plate armour. The look on the High King’s face told you that this was something he’d had more practice doing than he probably liked.

They were about halfway across the field when Edmund finally wrenched himself free from Peter’s grasp, which in turn caused some sort of argument to break out. You were too far away to hear clearly, but you caught a snippet or two, mostly Peter’s exasperated baritone saying something about “the wedding is in a month, just wait, would you?”

He punctuated that statement by cuffing Edmund around the ear, and though the younger man yelped in protest, he didn’t return the blow. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, imagining that this was also most likely a scene that had frequently played out in Edmund’s life. He seemed to forgive Peter quickly, however, since he didn’t pull away when Peter then slung an arm across his shoulders.

Before long, the two of them were approaching the cluster of trees just before the path that would lead back to the castle courtyard. Just before they disappeared from view, Edmund turned back to face you, brought a hand to his mouth and mimed tossing a kiss to where you were waiting. You laughed, delighted, and returned your own volley of kisses, which Edmund then pretended to store in his pockets for later.

Edmund was a lot of things. Stubborn. Sarcastic, and well acquainted with a healthy sense of mischief. But in spite of all that, at least he was never boring.

#kissmas 2022 #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie fluff #edmund pevensie #Narnia fic

[magicalgirlagency]

Hello! Do you know any comprehensive list of magical girl webcomics? Or alternatively some that you recommend?

I'm gonna go for the ones that have caught my eye, visually and/or otherwise (in a randomized order). Hope you don't have anything to do, you'll be staying here for a while.

And I might even update it if I see something new!

Cloudy Wondrous, by Kaninchenbau;

Glitter & Guilt, by RockyBloo;

Star Warrior Cosmos Leo, by Sailorpossum;

Magical Warrior Diamond Heart, by Pyon;

Kid Chrysalis: Butterfly Warrior, by Gabriel Joy Reid;

Supersonic Girl, by Sandra Diaz (okay, this one's more superhero-y, but it follows some MG tropes, and therefore still counts!);

Stardust Slammers, by Brian Wolf;

Angel Blue, by LaurenceL;

DolceCubed, by Sunsetfork;

Pretty Heart Bouquet, by E. Hetrick Jackson;

Mistral, by Amy;

The Tale of Crystal Teresa, by RainicornDraws;

God Has Spite, by Isaac;

In Your Dreams, by Kakathain;

Miracle Sakura, by Aurora Dordain;

Heartful Masquerade, by HANNAHP0CALYPSE;

Magical Package - Lilaca, by Tsunyandere;

O Grimório Perdido, by Guibley;

Starhop, by Cuttles;

Defend!!, by Peachieevee;

Business Magical, by Pizza Paper (this one here's a novel rather than a comic, but it can be found within Tapas, so it goes here too!);

Pepper Pixie, by Soffy;

The Amazing Mirna, by TinyBabyGhost;

Sweet Little Resistance, by Peachchild;

The Good, The Bad, & The Magical Girl, by Failmonger;

Star Savior Bunny, by Kendell and Kay;

Starry Eyed, by Mahoupeach;

Eternal Guardian Kanae, by Edea;

Crossed Stars, by Nyxalwitch;

Pretty Witch!, by Max i mystic;

Foul Maiden Inez-chan!, by alchykiller;

Seasons of Avallen, by Gem.i.ni;

Celestial Princess, by Saint Bree;

Magical Girl Academe, by War Bunny;

Pokey! The Unicorn Magical Girl, by CherryRoseum;

A Magical Girl's Guide to Adulting, by Patrick McCabe;

SuperChic: Rosemary!, by CaptainHAHA;

Honey and the Moon, by Meadow;

Brownie & Barebones, by BubbiBrownie;

Lupe Mágica, by RoninYorch;

Magical Girl Grim Reaper, by Kimo_Neko;

Manual Prático da Garota Mágica, by HeitorPC;

Wimp Witch, by C. Cameron (it's even an indie animated series on YouTube and Newgrounds!);

Retired Magical Girls Support Group, by Hairballdraws;

CMYQ~n: Magical Girl Project, by Marikyuun;

High Spirits Neoma, by Oroor0;

Ghostly Tales, by Hey Izzy;

My Boyfriend is a Magical Girl?!, by IMTHEJOHKE;

Lola Magica: My Grandma is a Magical Girl, by SUPRPRETTYGENIUSMIKI;

Modern Magical Girl, by Replaythepun;

Saffron Wave, by Kellerybird;

Magical Girls in College, by Jay-Taku;

Archmage Ascending, by Magicmooshka;

A Magical Girl's Day Off, by Grant Newbold;

How I Loathe Being a Magical Girl, by Nomnomnami (unfortunately, with the end of Smackjeeves, this one has become most likely a Lost Media);

My Life as a Magical Girl, by Vickycreator1;

Magical Girl Institute, by Portia Hightower;

Magical Boy Troubles, by Red_Mend;

MAGICAL GIRLfriend, by Thisisshaetae;

Anomique: Magical Girls Must Die, by Crayaks;

Dame Daffodil, by Sakura-rose12;

Maho Shonen, by Yana & Nat;

Hover Girls, by Geneva Bowers;

Princess Love❤Pon!, by Shauna J. Grant;

Star Rangers: Magical Space Cadet Squad, by Kagura-kun;

Strawberry Seafoam and Vampire Magicka, by Bryan Golden;

SpectraSpell, by Lisa Harald;

Magical Boy Basil, by Fireside Stories;

Kakkikomi Magical Girls, by HachiwareHouse;

Magical Girl Initiative, by Ika;

Eldritch Magical Girls, by Marighoul;

Magical Mom, by Prinnstar;

Magical Boy, by The Kao;

Magikats!, by Eilie Astara;

Magical Printing: Magenta Ink, by Chicinlicin;

Agents of the Realm, by Mildred Louis;

Shattered Starlight, by Nicole Shartrand;

Mahou Josei Chimaka, by KAIJU;

Brujaha, by Acersecomic;

Mahou Shounen FIGHT!, by Scuttlebutt Ink;

Magical Girl Problems? Magical Girl Solutions!, by Veronica Agarwal.

And this is all I have so far. I wish I could tag the bloggers/creators (those who can be found here on this social, anyway), but I believe that I've exceeded the post's limit to do such a thing, lol. Plus, some of them might be even discontinued.

[sailoryooons]

I really loved the oneshot 'right here' - it made me ugly cry 😭😭😭. As a yoongi-biased girl, I love you.

Could you recommend some of your other works that are in the similar vein ( soft, fluff, wholesome) ?

HIIII. As a Yoongi-biased girl, I love YOU. Thank you so much for reading - I'm glad you liked it. Here are some of my works I could thing of off the top of my head that are soft/fluff/wholesome:

Fireside - one shot

In the Morning - one shot

Please - one shot

F*ck Christmas - one shot

Mixtape - mini-series

I hope you enjoy!!

#replies

[behoright]

your fuse is fireside (love countdown series) | a. svechnikov

summary: part 4! thirsty andrei has a big realization about you.

wordcount: 1.4k

warnings: 18+ - minors dni! sexual situations (preeetty sure jrkn off is smut). Also, this is still bad.

⅄ 　  ◌  　💌  ˖　 (´-﹏-`)

“Alright everyone, great job this morning. I have great expectations about tonight - just, you know, get some food in and rest before the warm up okay?” Rod announced after morning skate.

“Before I let you go, quick reminder about what our schedule is going to be looking like. We have tonight’s game, tomorrow off and then we will all leave for our special roadie in the afternoon. How’s everyone feeling about that?”. The room erupted in whistles and claps, but Andrei couldn’t help but blush and look down. “Do we all have someone special to bring?”. That’s when he felt all eyes on him. The guys tried to be as discreet as possible about it, but they couldn’t help looking at their teammate, always cocky and confident, turn into a mumbling, blushing mess at the idea of a trip with his best friend.

“Yep.”

The quiet answer was received by some whistles, pats on the back and an eye roll from him. He simply couldn’t understand what about this whole “friend” situation was so funny to everyone else. Y/N was a girl, but she wasn’t like that. It’s not like Andrei had a crush on her or anything like that. It was perfectly normal from him to be nervous about showing so much of the most important part of his life to his friend. That’s why he was so flustered.

Andrei obviously knew you were attractive. But he recognized that that was just an objective opinion. A fact, if you will. Any man would have found you attractive. It had nothing to do with all those moments you had together - like that one night you fell asleep on your couch, after forcing him to watch a movie.

That night that he picked you up, just to take you to bed, and the way your hair felt on his forearm, how your fingertips seemed to automatically wrap around the back of his neck…; The moment your head found a spot to nuzzle in his shoulder, face pressed against his chest, and he thought his heart was going to stop. He remembers clearly how he stood in the middle of your living room, staring at you, trying to memorize your touch on his skin. How tiny your body felt against him. Somehow, the memory now seemed to jolt a different feeling for Andrei, as he felt his pants get tighter.

The growing of his bulge made him snap back to the now empty locker room, all the guys having gone out to get a bite to eat. Andrei shook his head, grabbed his bag and decided to get to his car as fast as possible. Instead, his mind kept flashing back to that night, when he slowly took you, sound asleep, to your room. He knew he was going towards the parking lot, but all he could see in his mind was the vision of his arms wrapped around you. The smell of your conditioner intoxicating him as he set you down in your bed. Andrei could have sworn that that night you didn’t want to let go of him - that he thought he heard you groan once he took his hands away from you when he made sure you were comfortable in your sheets.

That reminder, something he hadn’t thought about in a long time, stopped him dead in his tracks. A swarm of memories seemed to flood him right then and there. The way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were studying, your smile when he saw you behind the glass during warm up, and how you put your forehead, your hands up to it waiting for him to get close; the smell of your perfume, your giggle when he would tickle you and poke your sides out in public. Your jokes and the banter - god, the constant, constant banter between you two that never failed to get a laugh out of him.

Holy shit.

He liked you.

It hit him like a ton of bricks, right then in the middle of the hallway. Andrei undeniably and unequivocally had fallen for you. Bag in his hands, mouth struck open. He hadn’t even showered or changed; hair stuck to his forehead, his shorts failing to hide how he really felt about this. The pit in his stomach mixed with butterflies and unending desire. He quickly picked up the pace, got to his car, and tightened the grip on his steering wheel as he raced home. He knew this was bad.

He was about to play a game, right in front of you, before you spent a whole night in his apartment, before you spent a week together traveling.

All knowing he had immense feelings for you. And he couldn’t understand what about these memories made his cock throb so hard he could barely control himself. Andrei slid lower in his car seat, involuntarily buckling his hips upwards. He had never felt this flustered before in his life - he felt like a teenager again. His stomach was basically doing somersaults, he had enough energy to shoot endless pucks into the net, but all he wanted to do was take you in his arms and bury his dick inside of you.

After a poor parking job, a very long ride up the elevator, Andrei dropped his bag and basically sprinted to his shower. Turning it ice cold, his freckled chest heaved at the sensation of the freezing droplets hitting his body. Head tilted back, every time he closed his eyes he only saw you. Only you. Growing impatient, he quickly turned his back to the shower head, spit on his cock, and started stroking it. He didn’t know what to do - he had never felt anything like this. He had girlfriends in the past, sure, but they were…different. They were very different. You weren’t a model, but somehow he found you incredibly more attractive than anyone he saw on his Instagram feed.

Andrei swore he liked a specific type of girl, not ones like you. His exes had always liked to go out and they were always all over him; they dressed differently and went along with everything he did, no complaints. He could have asked them to fly to Russia for one night with him and they would have all said yes. Andrei knew for a fact that you were just too busy for that. However, whenever he wasn’t feeling like himself, or after a bad game, you were always there. He couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t felt your embrace when it mattered the most. The warmth of your body, the way you could always hold space for him, for his life; he could rest his head on your legs and drift off. Your legs, your soft legs - he couldn’t understand how someone’s skin could be so tender. Your fingertips tracing the skin on his temples, trying to lull him into sleep.

He wondered if you ever traced your fingertips down your legs, laying down on your bed, opening your thighs up. If you took those fingertips he loved on his skin so much, ran them through your slick folds, throwing your head back with a sweet moan. He wondered if you talked dirty all alone to yourself, what your fantasies were, when you massaged your swollen clit late at night. He thought about you rubbing your breasts, moaning while you fingerfucked yourself while thinking about god knows what. The thought of your cleavage accidentally spilling out of your top while you edged closer to your climax made him slam his back against the shower door, preventing his knees from buckling. Andrei squeezed his eyes shut and let his desires run wild as he gripped his leaking cock harder and stroked faster. The more he kept thinking about you, the more the desire seemed to build up in his lower belly. Every time he would roll his eyes, let out a groan, he could only picture you. In all positions, your hair wrapped tightly in his fist. Andrei smacked his hand against the wet tiles, forehead leaning against the wall. Eventually, the idea of your eyes staring deeply into his while he kept a steady rhythm inside of you sent him over the edge. Fully flushed with his eyes squeezed shut, Andrei’s muscles flexed around his twitching cock as he let out a groan and finished all over his shower wall. It took a while before the pleasure let down and his breath found its way back to normal, throwing his body back under the stream of icy water to cool off. Whether he wanted it or not, Andrei realized this was happening, and it was all starting in a couple of hours. 

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov fic #carolina hurricanes #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov smut #nhl #nhl smut #nhl imagine #nhl fic #kikiwrites

[thedailyplatypics]

A Future Return For O.W.C.A. Files? (Discussion):

A frame from the OWCA Files theme song sequence.

O.W.C.A Files is a 1 hour special that premiered on Disney XD November 9, 2015 a while after Phineas And Ferb’s “final” episode.

It was one of the possible spin-offs the creators thought about doing, but it didn’t really go anywhere. It followed the B-plot characters post Doofenshmirtz turning good which is a smart idea for a spin-off since most people tended to like the B-part of the story better while more were bored with the A-plot.

However, among the fanbase it is a pretty controversial episode. Some complaints are that Doofenshmirtz is too annoying in the episode, the character design isn’t great, animation is mediocre, the pacing isn’t good, and the existence of the “Bits of All Of Us” song which some found very pre-school-like.

It definitely could have used Norm or Vanessa to balance out the absence of another talking being while also toning down Doof’s annoying-ness over the course of a series, but I still think it was a pretty solid episode with other Phineas And Ferb level songs and shows the Doof n’ Perry action packed secret agent show spin-off that could have been.

Other spin-offs like a Fireside Girls one and Doof 101 were also contemplated, but out of many different show pitches, Milo Murphy’s Law would ultimately become the next show Dan and Swampy would work on instead, as well as the next Dwampyverse show.

But could O.W.C.A. Files still be?

Before the revival was announced the creators have always talked about how they might one day revisit the show in “the next summer”.

Since it’s starting to look more and more like the Phineas And Ferb Revival will take place in the next summer while also visiting other episodes of the characters in the future it is possible that we could see an O.W.C.A. Files like B-Plot in a future episode once again, especially since Doofenshmirtz might likely be good after he turned good in the Season 4 Finale and after the events of Milo Murphy’s Law.

Frame from Happy New Year (left) and Christmas Vacation (right)

Doof does return to evil in the timeline though.

When it comes to the episodes that Doof is still evil in, but take place after the events of the Summer, (the Christmas and New Years specials/ etc.), Co-Creator Dan Povenmire’s explanation was that sometime after the events of Doof 101 (the fall after the summer) and before or after OWCA Files (I forget) Doof relapsed to an evil phase again which is believable, but after the events of Milo Murphy’s Law where his new, less evil, destiny is revealed it is less likely the creators will want to make him evil again unless they decide to switch of the Dwampyverse timeline once again🫠.

Frame from Primal Perry (left) and Road to Danville (right)

Milo Murphy’s Law and O.W.C.A. files both proved the B-Plot does not rely on Doofenshmirtz to be evil for entertainment. Not to mention some of the most memorable moments of the B-plot in the series have Doof being pretty tame and actually working together with Perry to accomplish a task.

However, it still seems unclear whether the crew or executives will decide to make him evil again or not in order to capture the same charm of the original show. We’ll just have to wait for the next announcement of new details soon.

Overall, it’s probably about a 50/50 chance whether the B-Plot will be an O.W.C.A. Files like Doof n Perry duo fighting evil, or not.

Even if nothing like that appears in the revival, Povenmire did sign a deal with Disney to make additional shows for the Disney Channel, including properties for the Dwampyverse, which means something like O.W.C.A. Files could still be on the table as a future show.

How do you think they will handle the show?

Also, feel free to point out any details in the essay that should be changed.

#Phineas and Ferb #Blog #Essay #Opinion Essay #o.w.c.a. files #owca files #I listen to a lot of podcast episodes they go on #Phineas And Ferb revival #cartoons #disney channel #perry the platypus #Doofenshmirtz #fan article

[foundfamilynonsense]

Phineas is such an aro icon.

I know it’s only bc the whole gag with him being oblivious of Isabella (and it would be depressing if he started liking someone else while Isabella was in love with him) but like. He’s the only character in the whole series that doesn’t have a single romantic plot line— besides perry who’s legit aroace accordingly to the creators.

Like…

Ferb: *goes on a whole adventure to help the girl he likes*

Phineas: woah, an armchair!

Isabella: I want to ask Phineas out!

Phineas: woah, space!

Buford: I dated this girl in France.

Phineas: haha. Let’s help the fireside girls!

Candace: JEREMEY

Phineas: look at these ants.

The man’s got his priorities straight.

#phineas and ferb

[tanthamorewinterfest]

Here are the latest additions to the Tanthamore Winterfest collection over on AO3:

So I’ve Heard by Geek_and_Nina Rating: Mature Summary:

jade’s coaching boxing, and graydon is her favorite student. kit is his best friend and we alllll know where that’s going to lead

More chapters added! This is a prequel of Show Don’t Tell, deaf Kit au. LOTS of prompts used!

Just like in the movies by claymoressword Rating: General Summary: Prompts: warming up from the cold + “Just trust me.”

“Wait! What was a mistake?” The girl gripped at the handle of the door and took a deep breath, back still turned to hide the hurt on her face from the employee. “Nothing, I just... I came here looking for someone that’s no longer here, and it was stupid of me to think that they’d be here after all this time.” A long silence stretched between them and Jade watched as the girl’s knuckles on the handle became whiter and whiter. Impulsively, she walked towards the girl and relaxed the grip, her voice as comforting as possible. “Whoever it is, I’m sure they’ll be here tomorrow or the day after, we have the best patrons. Just tell me their name and I’ll make sure to let them know you asked for them, maybe even leave a message?” The girl scoffed, a bitter expression turning her face into stone as she turned to Jade. “Well, you can tell my father he can go fuck himself.”

Samaras (an Architect of Catastrophe story) by spybrarian for Silver85 Rating: Mature Summary:

Prompt: Home and family (found or otherwise)

The deluge shows no sign of stopping. It lasts for days, but then, perhaps it needs to. The earth in the Immemorial City has been thirsty for a long, long time. There’s a lot to wash away. OR Set directly after the end of The Architect of Catastrophe, Kit wrestles with the concept of her future.

The Nightmare Before Christmas by TheLateNightStoryTeller Rating: Teen and up Summary:

Prompts: winter hunting, winter gathering

Demons don't care about the holidays. When Kit and Jade receive an assignment from Lili, their Christmas plans go from eggnog and presents to crossbows and murder.

Part 2 of The Curse of the Wyrm

I Wish You Would by rochke11 for pirateygoodness Rating: Teen and up Summary:

Prompt: home for the holidays

Kit is home for Christmas, feeling the bittersweet nostalgia of her childhood bedroom An OT3 addition to this series

Part 5 of Eras

Baby, It's Cold Outside by lowkeyed1 Rating: General Summary:

Prompt: winter gathering

Graydon is drawn to the piano at Kit's Christmas party, and that draws someone else to him…

The Light That Leads West by TheLateNightStoryTeller Rating: Teen and up Summary:

Prompts: huddling for warmth, under blankets, first snow, fireside, 'shut up and hold me'

Tensions rise as the group journey's across the Shattered Sea but Kit isn't the person she was when she left on this quest and once she's able to cool off, she finds she has a lot to think about.

Afraid of Change, Afraid of Staying the Same by TheLateNightStoryTeller Rating: Teen and up Summary:

Prompts: 'you earned this', beach day (the Shattered Sea totally counts)

On their journey across the Shattered Sea, Jade watches Kit master her swordsmanship with pride. Both of them are changing and with change comes questions that Jade isn't sure she has the answers to yet. A companion to 'The Light That Leads West'

gotta get (bottomed out) by pirateygoodness Rating: Explicit Summary:

Prompts: winter solstice, longest night

Jade had whispered the idea of it first; her words coming so fast that Kit could hardly understand her as she leaned in against Kit's ear during dinner. Do you think people ever - it would be wild if someone - underneath the great tree. Kit had nodded, reminded Jade of the time that Airk had tried and been caught with a minor lord's youngest daughter and nearly pressed into marriage over the indiscretion. Jade had mentioned it again, the next night. Had said, so surely, what if we didn't get caught. Then, the next night: what if you brought your cock. Kit's not entirely proud of the speed with which she had relented. + (Or: Kit and Jade enjoy the Fantasy Strap-On, festively.)

Part 5 of this is the best day I can ever remember (tanthamore smutverse)

We still have most of the month to go so keep 'em coming! A full list of prompts can be found here and the rules and FAQs are over here.

#tanthamore #tanthamorewinterfest #willow 2022 #willow #kit tanthalos #jade claymore #elora danan #graydon hastur #thraxus boorman #airk tanthalos #willow fanfic

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (7-13 Apr 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 If This Is As Far As We Go (BeauRadley) - 124K, stucky no-powers AU - after a year of being phenomenal hookup buddies, bucky ends their arrangement & throws steve into a tailspin - slow burn, angsty, oblivious steve slowly realizing his true feelings, good supporting cast

😊 Bunt! Striking Out on Financial Aid (Ngozi Ukazu & Mad Rupert) - cute graphic novel about art students forming a softball team to exploit a financial aid loophole

😍 Death in the Spires (KJ Charles, author; Tom Lawrence, narrator) - historical murder mystery set in 1905 Oxford - another KJC absolute banger: incredible sense of place, fantastic characters, perfectly done 'whodunnit' tension and a HIGHLY SATISFACTORY resolution. Loved every word

💖💖 +76K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

The Man, the Myth, the Legend (sparklyslug) - Check Please!: gen, 2.9K - Holster's beatboxing skills brings all the a capella groups to the Haus - a short, fun, funny, outsider POV fic

Say it louder for the people in the back (redhook) - MCU: shrinkyclinks, 14K - reread, forever fave - sometimes you just get a yearning to reread the best glory hole fic ever written

In Focus (sparklyslug) - Check Please!: zimbits, 6K - Jack's photography eye knows what's up before his conscious brain does

Entering Orbit (museaway) - Star Trek AOS: spirk, 30K - good post-AOS canon-divergent fic where Jim goes home to Iowa to escape the press & Spock joins him

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Hot Ones - Conan O'Brien

QI - series S, ep 13

Game Changer - s6, e5 {Bingoception}

Um, Actually - s9, e4

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Dawn of Justice" (s21, e14)

D20: Adventuring Party - "We're Running on 200%" (s16, e14)

Death In Paradise - s11, e4-8; s12 e0-8, s13 e0-8

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Working - How to Be Both a Critic and a Creator

Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #10: Of the Reaching Green

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep10 "Of the Reaching Green"

Short Wave - How Climate Change And Physics Affect Baseball

Consider This from NPR - Bad Omens Or The Cycle of Nature? How The Ancient World Viewed Eclipses

⭐ Armchair Expert - Anna Kendrick [Rerelease from 1/9/23]

Today, Explained - Is college still worth it?

The Sporkful - Jewish Food Is More Than Matzoh Balls

WikiHole - BEYONCÉ (with Zoë Chao, Nat Faxon and Poppy Liu)

⭐ All Songs Considered - Songs to make you laugh, with 'Weird Al' Yankovic

In Defense of Fandom - Season 2 Episode 2: Putting my theory to the test

Dinner’s on Me - Orville Peck

⭐ Switched on Pop - Chasing old sounds: Djo's "End of Beginning" with Joe Keery

⭐ 99% Invisible #577 - The Society of Ambiance Makers and Elegant Persons

⭐ Vibe Check - A Special Conversation with Ada Limón

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Brown Mountain Lights

Short Wave - The Order Your Siblings Were Born in May Play a Role in Identity and Sexuality

⭐ Code Switch - How Frederick Douglass launched generations of Black and Irish solidarity

⭐ Decoder Ring - Can the “Bookazine” Save Magazines?

⭐ Imaginary Worlds - African Sci-Fi Looks to a Future Climate

Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #11: Promises Promises

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep11 "Promises Promises"

What Next: TBD - Does Google Suck Now?

Short Wave - What To Know About The New EPA Rule Limiting 'Forever Chemicals' In Tap Water

Code Switch - Reflecting on the legacy of O.J. Simpson

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Atlas Obscura Live: Two Places And A Lie

Dear Prudence - I Lost a Lot of Weight and Now I Enjoy Being a Mean Girl. Help!

It's Been a Minute - The car culture wars; plus, the problem with child stars

Endless Thread - RIP Lil Miquela

Shedunnit - You Probably Imagined It!

Armchair Expert - John Cena

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - [One Shot] A County Affair: Prologue

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Presenting Bonnie Raitt

Lowrider Oldies

Huge House Anthems

Djo

Classic Soul BBQ

A LA SALA [Khruangbin] {2024}

Presenting Khruangbin

Happy Beats

'80s One-Hit Wonders

Feel-Good Classic Rock

#sunday reading recap #bookgeekgrrl's reading habits #bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks #death in the spires #no surprise that kj charles can write the *fuck* out of a mystery #bunt! striking out on financial aid #we had a power outage so i decided to read an actual physical book! #comics & graphic novels are really the only physical books i read these days #fanfic ftw #dropout tv #got all caught up on death in paradise which i continue to watch with 50% affection 50% annoyance #mfred tipped me off to khruangbin and i love them #bonnie raitt #djo #vibe check podcast #switched on pop podcast #99% invisible podcast #decoder ring podcast #all songs considered podcast #code switch podcast #imaginary worlds podcast #armchair expert podcast #shedunnit podcast #worlds beyond number podcast #worlds beyond number: fireside podcast #wikihole podcast #endless thread podcast #it's been a minute podcast #the atlas obscura podcast #the sporkful podcast

[draguta]

.a court of ash and smoke | twenty-four.

pairing: lucien vanserra x fem!reader

summary: five years before feyre archeron ever stepped foot in prythian, another human girl found herself in the spring court. but the trials and tribulations of her time under the mountain left her with nothing but a certain red-headed high fae emissary, who had once resented her entire presence, to help and guide her.

chapter warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, oral (f receiving)

chapter word count: 3133

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The Bench

Jasmine tea, as Alis said rather determinedly, cures all ills. This one, however, you weren’t sure could be cured by a simple cup of tea.

The pain subsided almost as quickly as it had come, only after you told it to stop, to leave.

Leave me alone, I don’t want you here. Leave me alone, I don’t want you here. Leave me alone, I don’t want you here.

You repeated it over and over, even after that ache had dissipated from your chest and the nausea had all-but left your stomach. But you could still feel its power, feel its draw in the very pits of your soul, hiding beneath your skin. Pushing you toward it, telling you to embrace it.

Let me give you power. Let me help you. Embrace me. Touch me. Touch me. Touch me.

“What can I do?” Alis asked, concern written across her wood-like features. You hadn’t left the fireside since they’d dressed you, nursing that tea in shaking hands, that woollen blanket still wrapped around your shoulders. “Do you want me to go and find Master Lucien? Or Lord Tamlin?”

“No!” You said, perhaps a little too quickly, catching her off-guard. “Sorry, I think-I think I just need some food.”

Alis narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to speak, but Carla got there faster. “Breakfast will be ready by now. You should go down and get a plate.”

You glanced at her in surprise; she hadn’t said even one word to you since before your trip to the Day Court, no doubt terrified of the power that you wielded. You didn’t blame her - you were rather terrified of it too.

Alis helped you descend the stairs, and for a moment you were thrown back to your very first day in the Spring Court. To your first meal with Tamlin and Lucien, to Alis helping you down the stairs, your form shaking and aching. Who knew that five years later you would come full circle.

The dining room was empty besides Lucien sitting in his usual seat. He looked up as Alis and you approached, and as soon as you saw him you let go of Alis’ hand, leaning against the wood of the tabletop instead, hoping to play off your fragile frame as tiredness. You hobbled along toward him, and one glance over your shoulder told you that Alis had already disappeared through the door and back upstairs, likely to clean the floor of your washroom now that she knew you were in good hands.

When you found yourself beside him, about to perch in the seat next to him, his hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you down so that you were sitting in his lap. You tried to ignore the ache that it brought to your weak limbs, not wanting to worry him.

“Where are Tamlin and Feyre?” You asked quietly, voice a little croaky, although Lucien didn’t seem to notice. “Surely it’s not a good idea to be so open around them?”

“They’ll be down shortly I’m sure,” he said around a smirk. “But they’re not here yet.”

“Yes, but-”

“I don’t see them,” he said, humourlessly glancing around the room as if searching for the couple that he could not see. “Do you?”

Even with your hazy head, you couldn’t help but chuckle, and Lucien laughed loudly, pulling you closer to him. You let him, relishing in the feeling of being so close to him, of feeling so safe despite everything. You nuzzled close to him, your face fitting perfectly into the crook of his neck, inhaling that scent, the one that you never wanted to forget.

Your mate.

Not that he seemed to know that yet. You wouldn’t tell him though, not yet. If it was meant to be - if he really had been made by the Cauldron just for you - then he would work it out himself. And he deserved, as much as you did, to feel that bond snap into place when it was ready.

He reached forward, plucking a strawberry from a plate on the table. “Open up,” he said quietly, and you did without question, allowing him to plop the strawberry into your mouth. It burst between your teeth, coating your tongue in sugary sweetness. He watched you with a smirk, but that smirk fell quickly as he studied your face, saw the paleness of your skin, the slight sweat on your forehead, the rings under your eyes from the strain of the morning. “Are you ok?”

You shuffled in his lap so that you were sitting upright, looking at him. “I’m ok,” you said softly - a lie. You weren’t ok, not even a little bit, but he didn’t need to know that. You had seen the worry on Alis’ face that morning, had seen the twinge of fear from Carla when she had told you about breakfast. You couldn’t see that from Lucien too. Not from him. “I’m just not feeling so well this morning.”

His brows furrowed in concern. “What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes flashing with a moment of anxiety. Perhaps of something else. Something akin to panic. “Was it…Was it because of last night?”

Your eyes widened. “No,” you assured quickly. “No, not at all. This is something else. I’m sure it’ll go after I’ve had some food.”

“Are you sure?” He asked again, and you nodded slowly. “Well in that case, maybe I can make you feel better myself.”

He smirked again, leaning in and pressing his lips against your own. Every worry that you had vanished in that second - every thought of those terrifying powers was dulled as his lips, soft and sweet, moved against your own. The taste of breakfast tea mingled with that of his usual flavour, and you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, giving him everything that you had.

You both pulled away for a breath, and Lucien moved to lean in once more, but a pair of hurried footsteps began to sound on the stairs, and both of your heads snapped to the door. In an instant he was pushing you off his lap, and you were brushing your dress down with your shaking hands, just as Tamlin and Feyre appeared in the door, making their way to their seats.

Tamlin’s emerald gaze glanced to you first - at your flushed cheeks against pale skin, and your rumpled skirts - and then snapped to Lucien, narrowing tightly. But if he suspected anything had happened, he didn’t say anything. There seemed to be something else on his mind, anger seemingly radiating from him.

“Tamlin, I don’t think we’ve finished talking about this,” Feyre said sternly.

“We have,” Tamlin replied, throwing himself into the high-backed wooden chair at the head of the table. Feyre huffed, taking her seat at his right.

“I only want to go to the village and see if there is anything I can do to help,” she breathed out, clearly frustrated, if the way she clenched at her cutlery until her knuckles were white was anything to go by. “I don’t see why it’s such an issue.”

“It’s an issue,” Tamlin grounded out, “because I already said no. Drop it, Feyre, please.”

Neither Lucien nor you stepped in to say anything. You knew that Feyre had wanted to leave the grounds - she wasn’t the only one. Weeks had passed since you had both been put on house arrest, and it was clear that it was taking its toll on Feyre. She looked…broken, almost. The colour had slowly seeped from her face, and those glowing smiles that she used to give were few and far inbetween these days.

She craved her freedom. So did you.

Instead, you slunk down into your chair, trying to blink away the fogginess in your brain, to command your hands to stop their trembling enough that you might be able to eat. You were scared, but at least you had Lucien, there beside you. He was there, and he always would be.

You all ate in almost silence, Feyre and Tamlin clearly mid-way through an argument, whilst Lucien allowed you space to deal with your growing sickness, although you had to admit that the food did seem to help. If only he knew exactly what the reason was behind it - but you couldn’t. You couldn’t tell your friends, your love, your brother, what was happening to you. If Tamlin found out he would likely have you ordered to bed rest, or worse, to be chaperoned at all times.

And Lucien would be so worried…

No, you’d keep it to yourself for the time being, and if you really needed something, you could go to Alis. She would help you as best she could.

The thought occurred to you that perhaps you should contact Rhysand again, but you knew exactly what he would say. He would tell you that you had to go to the Night Court, and you couldn’t bear the thought of that, to leave Lucien behind and go to a place that even the thought of terrified you so much. You wouldn’t do that unless you were really desperate.

“Well, I should be off,” Lucien declared as the plates were cleared from the table, rising to his feet, a hand falling to the sword on his hip. “Border patrol today.”

Tamlin lowered his head in a dismissing nod, and Lucien turned, throwing you a small and fast wink before leaving the room. It wasn’t long until you too left, citing a headache as the reasoning, dipping out of the dining room and turning to head back up the stairs. But as you stepped up onto the first step, a warm hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you to the side. You yelped, loud enough that had Tamlin and Feyre not begun arguing again in your absence, they might have heard you and come looking.

But as you glanced up and found who it was that had grabbed you, his hair golden orange in the morning sunrays that danced their way through the open window, you were thankful that your brother hadn’t heard.

He leaned down, tasting your lips once more, this time more fervently, more adventurously than he had in the dining room, without the looming chance of being caught hanging over you. And when he pulled back, there was a glint in his eye, one that you could almost be forgiven for being so sure you had seen reflected in his golden eye too.

“Run with me,” he whispered. You frowned, and opened your mouth to question him, but his hand slipped into yours, and he said again, “Just run with me.”

And then he was off, trailing through the halls of the Spring Court manor, shoes hitting the tiles with a sharp ‘smack’ at each footfall, trailing you behind him. And despite the aching of your body, despite the splitting headache that radiated through your skull, you couldn’t help but laugh.

Your skirts floated around you as you ran, and your hair bounced against your back, and you couldn’t help but smile, laughing aloud as he pulled you down hall after hall, skidding around corners. He glanced over his shoulder every now and then, hair whipping around his face as he beamed back at you.

This right here. This was pure happiness.

Lucien seemed to know exactly where he was headed, and you didn’t question him. You didn’t stop until you were stood outside a large wooden door in a darkened hall, one in a part of the manor that you had never stepped foot in before then. You almost crashed into him when he came to a stop, and your lungs wheezed desperate breaths as you slowed to a halt.

“This, my love, is my favourite place in this entire court,” he whispered quietly, looking down at you with such a soft smile that it almost melted your heart. One push at the door had it swinging open, and you found myself stepping into what could only be described as the most beautiful room you had ever been in. The walls and ceiling were entirely glass, and across the stone-tiled floor were flower beds, filled with every plant and flower that you could imagine. Even trees grew upward toward the glass roof, their very tips seemingly brushing at the sky beyond.

“What is this place?” You asked, whirling around to Lucien, eyes wide. He leaned against the wall by the door, arms crossed over his chest, and a smug smile plastered on his lips.

“I told you, this is my favourite place in the entire court,” he chuckled. “It was built by Tamlin’s mother, I believe, as a place for her to be alone with nature, to have a minute to herself. I found it in my first month here. I don’t even think Tamlin has ever stepped foot inside.”

“B-But the plants, they’re so green,” you said. “How could he not come here to tend to them? Is it the gardeners?”

“It’s the magic,” Lucien said, his voice smooth and soft as he pushed himself off the wall and came to stand behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his chin on the top of your head and drawing in a deep breath. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s beautiful,” you said quietly, looking around in awe. Even the smells of the flowers, lingering in the compacted air of the indoor garden, was enough to overwhelm you, to forget about everything that had happened that morning and simply be.

“Just like you,” he whispered into your hair, planting a fleeting kiss to the top of your head. “Didn’t I tell you I would make you feel better?”

He rounded to your side, holding out an arm for you. You gladly linked your own through his, and you began a slow stroll through the gardens. With each flower bed that you passed, you allowed your fingertips to trail over those fern and juniper green leaves, over the velvety petals of the flowers, sighing contently.

“I thought you had border patrol this morning?” You asked as you came to a stop at a little wooden bench in the very heart of the gardens.

“Oh, I do,” he said, pulling you toward him. “But I can spare an hour first to spend with you.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you couldn’t deny that you already felt much better, just from being there, with him. You reached up on your tiptoes, arms snaking their way around his neck and pulling him down to you, savouring his unique flavour, the way his hands came to rest on your hips, the feeling of his silky hair between your fingers.

“Y/N,” he groaned, and you could already feel his length hardening in his trousers against you. “You are insatiable.”

“Me?” You choked out through a giggle, pulling away from him and turning to the bench, your finger still curled around one of his, pulling him along with you. You glanced at him over your shoulder, batting your eyelashes, causing him to smirk. “I don’t think it’s me. I do believe that’s you, Lucien.”

“Is that so?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow and tilting his head to one side as you lowered yourself onto the bench. “Well, you see the thing is that when I’m around you, I simply cannot help myself.”

Slowly, and with enough intent to make your heart pound within my chest to the point that you worried it might burst through your very ribcage, he lowered himself to his knees before you. His hands came to land on your thighs, rubbing up and down once, before carefully pushing them open. They slid down, past your knees, over your calves, until they reached the hem of your skirts, and in a second they were bunched up to your waist, revealing your underwear to him. He shot you a satisfied smile, fingers brushing at your navel and eliciting a small gasp as he hooked his fingers around the waistline and slowly - at a frustrating space - pulled them down.

“I think it’s time I finally have a taste, don’t you?” He said, voice so low and gravelly that it almost made your heart stop then and there on the stop. The anticipation was almost too much, and as he reached forward, running a finger through your folds, you couldn’t stop your body from arching against the bench. “So wet for me already. Do you like having me on my knees for you, my love?”

That finger dipped inside you unexpectedly, and you cried out his name.

“So sensitive,” he chuckled, but you knew that he was enjoying every second of it. Especially, when you felt the strands of his hair tickling at your inner thighs, as he leant in, head secured between your legs, and licked one strip through your folds. You gasped, fingers wrapping tightly into the roots of his hair. He let out an appreciative grunt.

He lapped at you as if you were his last meal, as if he hadn’t just had breakfast, as if he had never tasted anything as delicious in his entire life. Long, languid licks from your entrance up to that bundle of nerves to begin with, before he began to move his finger, pushing it in and out of you, curling it and hitting that spot inside you that had your toes curling.

The tip of his tongue began to nudge at your clit, teasing it with every stroke, and when you were a mewling mess above him, he finally took it into his mouth and sucked, the flat of his tongue lapping and massaging it. You were sure you could see stars.

He looked up, eyes locked with yours, and he smirked against you as he added another finger. And you knew, as soon as your eyes met his, that you were done for. Your entire body convulsed, and a stream of curses mixed with his name slipped from your lips as you reached your peak. Lucien lapped up everything that you gave him, and when your body collapsed against the bench, he sat upright on his heels, chin glistening with your wetness and grinning happily.

“Sweeter than I had even imagined,” he said, crawling forward slightly to lean against the bench. His hand reached up, brushing sweat-coated hair from your face. “Still with me, my love?”

Your eyes fluttered open, and you let out a loose breath. Your hand found its way to his face, cupping his cheek, thumb brushing across his cheekbone. “You’re incredible.”

“You wouldn’t be the first to say that,” he chuckled, running his finger along your jawline, coming to a stop to grip at your chin gently. “I adore you.”

“I adore you, too.”

#ACOTAR #ACOTAR fanfiction #ACOTAR fanfic #Lucien Vanserra #Lucien #Lucien ACOTAR #Lucien Vanserra fanfiction #Lucien Vanserra fanfic #Lucien fanfiction #Lucien fanfic #Lucien x reader #Lucien Vanserra x reader #Lucien x you #Lucien Vanserra x you #Lucien x y/n #lucien vanserra x y/n #rhysand #feyre #tamlin #elain #nesta #mor #cassian #azriel #amren #amarantha #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #a court of frost and starlight

[bianchi2021]

FIRESIDE GIRL SPINOFF ADYSON HEADCANON

Young Phineas: Hey girls, wanna see something cool? Young Adyson: Whatever takes the focus off your face!

#fireside girls spin off #fireside girl series #isabella garcia shapiro #adyson sweetwater

[godzilla-reads]

📖 The Nixie of the Mill-Pond and Other European Stories (A Cautionary Fables & Fairy Tales Book) edited by Kel McDonald and Kate Ashwin

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

The third volume of the Cautionary Fables & Fairy Tales graphic novel series is a wild romp through some of Europe’s most famous fables and lesser known favorites, ranging from sly humor to dark fireside tales.

I really enjoyed the book in this series on Asian stories, so I thought I’d give the other books a read. I didn’t enjoy this one as much, a lot of the art was just ok and the stories felt like they went by pretty quick.

The three I enjoyed the best were “Hamelin’s Piper”(Germany) by Jose Pimienta, “Tatterhood”(Norway) by Kate and Shaggy Shanahan, and “Kid Brother”(Russia) by Carla Speed McNeil.

“Hamelin’s Piper” is about a Piper who is not rightfully treated after serving a great act, so he takes vengeance on the ones who mock him.

“Tatterhood” is about two sisters, one a perfect flower of a child, and the other a wild beastly thing. But they love each other and fight trolls!

“Kid Brother” is about a girl whose younger brother gets turned into a goat.

#godzilla reads #the nixie of the mill pond #the nixie of the mill pond and other European stories #a cautionary fables & fairy tales book #book review #cautionary fables and fairytales #graphic novels #fairy tales #folk tales #reading #booklr #bookworm #bookish #book blog

[galaxina-the-pyro]

Okay, so am I the only one who wishes we got an episode where Isabella, Buford, and Baljeet hung out with each other? Not to exclude Phineas and Ferb, but friend groups can divert sometimes - each of the kids have had time to spend with Phineas and Ferb without the other two around, particularly Isabella. So I don’t see why those three can’t hang out outside of the boys once in a while.

It’s not even that the three don’t have established relationship dynamics, or that they’re ONLY friends because of Phineas and Ferb - I think it started that way but evolved over the series. But I never see the three being a general focus so to speak. We get IMPLICATIONS that they hang out together beside Phineas and Ferb like in AT2D, but they WERE initially waiting around for them to come back, so it wasn’t even first instinct. And it’s not like they COULDN’T - Isabella always hangs out with the Fireside Girls outside of the guys, and they get invited to hang out with Phineas and the others too.

Anyways, I guess what I’m trying to say is, I wanna see more content of these three, so I’m gonna draw them hanging out.

#phineas and ferb #pnf #isabella garcia shapiro #buford van stomm #baljeet tjinder #sidekick trio #their friendship is underrated #like criminally so #and I am absolutely for characters hanging out sans some other characters sometimes #if that makes any sense #because they’re not just Phineas and Ferb’s lackeys #they have lives outside of the boys

[noddytheornithopod]

looking at the dan interview on 2nd dimension, apparently the fireside girl spinoff pitch would be basically just companions to existing pnf eps, and while i doubt that could hold a full series personally, knowing the execs rejected it because boys watch pnf and this was a female centric spinoff is just laughably stupid

#phineas and ferb

[duckylove]

hi you got me into duckylove and there are no fics on ao3 for them, would you possibly have any ideas so that i can write some for them? thank u for introducing me to a new polyam ship :D - @dr-dilfenshmirtz

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WELCOME TO THE TINY GROUP WE HAVE SNICKERDOODLES!!!!!! FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS, THERE ARE ACTUALLY SOME FICS FOR THEM(AND A FEW FICS THAT CAN BE TAKEN AS THEM). ALL MY FICS IN SOME CAPACITY EITHER HAVE THEM, HAVE THEM IMPLIED, OR HAVE THEM PLANNED, BASICALLY, AND THEY'RE ALSO ALREADY BEING PUSHED IN WGP!! THIS SERIES IS ALSO A GREAT ONE THAT KINDA WAS THE REASON I COINED THE SHIP NAME AT ALL!!!!!!

NOW IN TERMS OF POTENTIAL IDEAS, I HAVE A BUNCH I'VE DRAWN OR HAVE HAD SPINNING AROUND FOREVER!!! ALSO THE BONUS POINTS STUFF IS JUST. THINGS I HAD A REALLY STRONG MENTAL IMAGE FOR ABSOLUTELY NO ACTUAL OBLIGATION. A PERSONAL FAVORITE IS ALWAYS MOVIE NIGHTS, EXCEPT THEY END UP SUPER CHAOTIC BC OF EVERYONES CONFLICTING MOVIE TASTE AND THE FACT THAT EVERYONE IN THE POLYCULE BESIDES CANDACE KNOWS ABOUT PERRY, AND HE LIKES WATCHING MOVIES WITH HER. OTHERS IN A SIMILAR VEIN IS 1: STACY CANDACE AND JEREMY BASICALLY TRYING TO ORGANIZE A MALL DATE FOR ALL OF THEM, AND IT IMMEDIATELY GETTING SIDETRACKED AS HECK BUT THEM NOT RLY MINDING OVERALL(BONUS POINTS FOR SARA DRAGGING VANESSA AND HIROMI AROUND A PROFESSOR TIME DISPLAY AND INFODUMPING TO THEM), 2: THE FIRESIDE GIRLS DECIDING TO BRING A FEW OF THEM ALONG IN SEPARATE GROUPS FOR DIFFERENT PATCHES, LIKE FOUR GROUPS, ONE WITH ISABELLA AND THE OTHER THREE WITH TWO OF THE FIRESIDE GIRLS EACH(BONUS POINTS IF ONE OF THE GROUPS IS DOING JEWELRY MAKING AND YOU INCORPORATE MY HC THAT THE BRACELET JEREMY MADE CANDACE IN MONSTER FROM THE ID IS A TRANS AFFIRMATION BRACELET AND SHE MAKES HIM ONE BACK), AND 3: THEM ALL TRYING TO COOK TOGETHER AND ALL HAVING DIFFERENT RECIPE IDEAS THEY WANT TO TRY AND ENDING UP MAKING JUST A LITTLE TOO MUCH EVEN FOR ALL OF THEM SO EVEN AFTER EATING A LOT MORE THAN THEY PROBABLY SHOULD, THEY END UP HAVING A GOOD BIT LEFT AS LEFTOVERS ANYWAYS(BONUS POINTS FOR ANY SPECIFIC FOOD BASED INTIMACY AND THINGS ALONG THE LINE OF "YOU HAVEN'T BEEN EATING ENOUGH ANYWAYS, ITS PROBABLY BETTER IF YOU DO GAIN WEIGHT" BC FUCK DIET CULTURE(ALSO BC OF "I WISH IT WAS ACTUALLY A LONG SHOT AND NOT VERY LIKELY" KIND OF PROJECTION THIS ONE HITS HARDEST W CANDACE BUT I'M SURE IF YOU PICKED UP ON SOME OF THE CUES WITH LINDA IN THE SHOW AND SAW THE EATING DISORDERS TAG ON WGP YOU KMOW THAT. NOT TRYING TO FOCUS DOUBLY ON HER SRY))

JUST AS A LAST HEADSUP I HAVEN'T USED THIS BLOG IN A WHILE BC I KEEP FORGETTING AND SCHOOLS BEEN SUPER BUSY EVEN THO I'M ALMOST COMPLETELY DONE W IT, SO I'VE DRAWN AND DONE MORE DUCKYLOVE THEN THERE IS ON THIS BLOG DW

#DUCKYLOVE #ATT #DO I MAINTAG? FUCK IT ITS LATE AND I LOVE THID POLYCULE I PROBABLY SHOULD FOR ORGANIZATION PURPOSES AT LEAST #PHINEAS AND FERB #PNF #MILO MURPHY'S LAW #MML #HAMSTER AND GRETEL #H&G

[taptrial2]

yknow what i think would help a lot with modernizing phineas and ferb and getting rid of some of its more harmful aspects? swapping baljeet and isabella's roles as brains and heart in the five man band. isabella as brains, baljeet as heart

isabella is already VERY capable and a natural leader with a massive patchwork (haha wordplay) of skills and talents. i think her being the role of that guy you can ask about quantum physics and get an answer that is not only accurate but easy to understand suits her perfectly. i think her industrious, goal-oriented nature would make her bookish and more interested in destinations than the journey, getting caught up in work and forgetting to have fun and really indulge in the joy of learning these new things. which means that phineas gets to be a foil for her, which would strengthen the concept of her having a crush on him imo

in the show proper, isabella is always able to help phineas with whatever he asks. building, gathering resources, organizing... but she never really got to be a project leader, just the help. i think it would be fun to have HER get a big idea or two, or need help with a few patches or something, and then phineas gets to offer HIS help while she leads. that can make their friendship feel a lot less misogynistic/archaic. just have dedicated time where phineas goes out of his way to help isabella out instead of the other way around, and have isabella flex those leadership muscles

i think baljeet would really work as the heart because he managed to befriend the gruffest, meanest dude in their grade. i say scrap the whole bully concept because it's annoying and obtuse. buford is raised by a single mom in a lower income household, and he acts tough to protect his squishy center, but all he wants to do is take care of his fish in peace and be left alone. nobody can threaten him if he threatens them first! baljeet sees right through him, though. and instead of being pushed away, he sees that buford is lonely, and ends up being his only friend for a while until the beginning of That One Summer that pnf takes place in (buford joined the friendgroup early on in the actual show, not right away! same as baljeet)

baljeet can only be kind to others because he has a resilient core, and buford is only so buford because of his squishy center, and i think that would be a way more fun/cute buddy dynamic than "bully and nerd". plus, baljeet being the heart bringing everyone together means that he, buford, and isabella have reason to hang out without phineas and ferb! in the original show, the friendgroup doesn't feel super cohesive because isabella thinks of buford and baljeet as part of "the entourage" and doesn't hang out with them at all when pnf disappear from the universe in the series finale. i think it would work a lot better if baljeet was also part of what got isabella AND buford AND phineas all together, and his encouragement could get isabella out of her house or fireside girl busywork and involved with more summer fun

baljeet is the Feelings Guy, but not in a derogatory way / a way that gets frequently lampshaded and/or shamed by the structure of the show (like how guys "talking about their feelings" usually is regarded in swampyverse shows...). he's seen as a super tough enigma because of him existing around buford unscathed, and he IS very tough and strongwilled, but in a way that makes him friendly and kind, seeing the best in people like phineas does. he's strong enough to participate in the insane daily industrial builds that pnf make AND is bold enough to talk to strangers, stand up for himself and his friends, and scream into a microphone with eyeliner dripping down his face. when things get tense or non-communicationy, he's the one to break the tension and get people talking. a charismatic lad

i also imagine their roles being different in the second dimension! isabella is the brains of the resistance (like dr. baljeet in original pnf), staying in their headquarters planning, plotting, building, and organizing their huge child army. baljeet ran off with buford when they started getting too intense for the resistance - they're independent vigilantes going around helping whoever they see is stuck in a scrape, and they bust up normbots whenever they can. they split off because the organization of the resistance was getting too formal and cramping their style, keeping them from helping people THEIR way (the easily noticeable risky way that puts them in danger for the sake of others)

i dunno that's just my take. the fact that they're continuing pnf as it is with a lot of the same baggage it's been carrying for years has me worried. kids STILL watch pnf, and a lot of the stuff that's "outdated" is a Current Issue embedding itself into Current Children. MML still had misogyny and racism problems, and a transmisogynistic episode so bad that it was banned in the UK. i havent watched much of hamster and gretel because it bores me to tears, but still. if they keep the basic structure of pnf its gonna be the same old junk.

i've noticed that isabella in the more recent material (catu, the phineas and ferb effect) is more and more of a #girlboss two-dimensional combat fighty type whos very #independent #feminist, same energy as dot in the animaniacs reboot. the vibes are RANCID. RANCID I SAY

#exoticbutterstxt