#mixed results and messy but i still like how they turned out

[justarandomart]

undertale/owl house artstyle swap!!

based on an ask by @judgementoftheforest

#the owl house #toh #undertale #ut #deltarune #toh hunter #king clawthorne #the titan has so much sans energy #frisk undertale #asriel dreemurr #chara dreemurr #sans #sans undertale #toriel dreemurr #crossover #style swap #mixed results and messy but i still like how they turned out #i might draw more character but who knows #NRrt #damn i needed to fix a slight error so reupload sorry!

[disappointmentofthefam]

Love? Love. (part 2)

Andy Barber x Reader

warnings-age gap,slow burn,smut

i hope yall enjoy this, i wrote it from the pit of despair.

p.s.- i promise you dom daddy andy is cumming soon ;)

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The night following the fateful events of Andy sweating like a damn teenager after meeting y/n had resulted in restless sleep sprinkled with incessant thoughts of her. Did she have a boyfriend? hmm that would be bad But the thought of her being available is somehow worse damn it Andrew! You are not a silly little boy anymore, you are a grown ass man and you can talk to a girl without giggling and kicking your feet in the air! As the morning rolled in, it seemed like Andy's prayers were answered as a smiling Y/n was once again at his doorstep. she looked different in the morning, somehow more majestic.Still in her sleep shorts and her hair in a messy bun. lips looked plumper somehow, hints of slumber still in her eyes. "Good morning Andy", she grumbles. " Good morning, angel," Andy tries to test the waters, "missed me so soon?" fuck! I sound like a creep! maybe I should jus- His thoughts are interrupted with a soft giggle, "Yes, Mr. Barber, you couldn't possibly fathom how hard it was for me to spend all that time away from you", she rolls her eyes, but smiles nonetheless. there's some truth to it, she couldn't exactly shrug of the feeling of….. um…. Andy from her heart and her mind and especially her pussy. the low vibrato of his voice was enough to cause her to flood with heat and arousal, "yes Andy! right there", His tongue lapping at my cilt I bet he's a fucking munch when it comes to eating out I bet he's a biter I bet he'd slap my face with it I bet he was one for holding me down and pounding me into the mattress I bet he'd cum in m- GIRL- IT'S 9 IN THE MORNING

She does that thing again, where she tries to divert her eyes from the man in front of her, "um, I think the mailman might have accidentally delivered our stuff to you." The sudden shyness in her demeanor doesn't go unnoticed by Andy's watchful eyes. "I just had Jacob bring in the mail, why don't you come in and make yourself comfortable while you sort through the stuff?", he ushers her inside. Jacob's eyes light up as he sees her, "Y/n! I was just thinking about you! my chemistry grades are sooooo tanked and i need your help", he looks at Andy, "Dad, would it be alright if y/n tutored me?" "Sure, Jake, I mean if she finds time in her schedule", they look at y/n for an answer. " Sure thing, I'm free by 6 p.m. on weekdays after classes, I think I could fit you in around…seven?" "Done", Jacob smiles at her as he grabs his school bag and slings it over his shoulder, " I'll see you tomorrow then? at seven?". "Yeah, at seven". " Bye dad, love you." "Love you too." With that Andy and Y/n fall into a comfortable silence as she sorts through the mail and separates the ones meant for her house. "Can i ask you something?" Andy breaks the silence. "You just did", y/n smirks at him. " Okay, smartass," Andy can't help but smile at her 12-year-old-boy-esquè-humor. "Can i ask you two things then, " Andy leans forward from opposite to her on the dining table, enjoying the back and forth between them. "Go ahead, jeez it's like a question paper come to life",y/n bites her lower lip in anticipation. Andy tries a more casual, less creepy approach, "How do you find the time to tutor after coming home from college? I mean you wouldn't have time for other things like for example, uhh a boyfriend." Y/n's cheeks turn red and she again diverts her attention from Andy, "I don't have one, Mr. Barber"

The admission makes Andy's stomach flutter with a sense of relief and something else…..a wave of pure and primal desire. She looks up at Andy with a flustered smile and lustful, hooded eyes, looking like the perfect mix of a nymph and a virgin, "is that what you wanted to know Andy? because let me tell you, you weren't being very subtle." she teases. "What if I did, sweets? What if I wanted to know if there was a limpy ,lacking frat boy who was doing nothing but disappointing you every time he touched you?" Andy's eyes go darker, the blue ring of his eyes being engulfed by his blown out pupils. "Well then Mr. Barber, let me tell you that i don't have any frat boys disappointing me at night," she leans in closer, so much that Andy can feel her warm breath on his lips, "what are you gonna do about it?" Almost.

This six letter word was the bane of Andy Barber's existence. She was so close, I could smell the faint smell of vanilla on her skin. She was so close, I could see the tiny freckles by her nose. She was so close, so, so close. Our lips almost touched Almost. Suddenly, the door opens and then shuts close and the sounds of progressing footsteps breaks them apart. "Hey, I just forgot my phone here." Jacob doesn't question the awkwardness in the room as he grabs his phone and leaves once again. In a frenzy, Y/n collects her mail and leaves for the door too, "I'm sorry if I overstepped Andy, I swear it won't happen again." Her voice small and choked, but I fucking hope it does happen again and again and again and again Amused by her nervousness, Andy tries to speak, but before he can get her attention, she has already left. Well she'd be here again at seven tomorrow, right?

#andy barber smut #andy barber x reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale smut #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x reader #andy barber #chris evans characters #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

holiday drabbles 5/9

levi ackerman wasn't into snowball fights. he just wasn't. it was uncomfortable, with snow always seeping into your jacket or shoes and getting treaded into the house and turning into sludge instead.

yet, what started out as a three-way snowball fight between you and your twins quickly escalated into a 3 v 1 as they dragged their reluctant father into the mix.

although you initially spread the teams evenly, with each of you taking one of your twins in your respective teams, you quickly realized that you were outmatched, with you barely even being able to get your bearings before another barrage of snowballs came flying your way. the only possible way for you to even keep up was to have a 3 v 1.

"thought you didn't like snowball fights," you huffed with a pout as you followed levi inside, patting the snow off your coat.

"i don't," he responded in a matter-of-fact tone, waving you off once he saw the skeptical look in your eyes. "you're the one that told them to drag me into it."

"no, they asked why their father wasn't playing and i merely suggested getting you to play."

now levi was the one that had a skeptical look in his eyes.

"and how is that any different?"

before you had a chance to retort, one of your kids sprinted at you with the packs of hot cocoa powder that you had promised them with after they helped with shoveling the snow off the sidewalk.

levi watched as you walked off slightly frustrated with him, the edges of his lips slightly upturned as he watched you prepare the hot cocoa for your overly excited kids that still had their faces all flushed from being out in the cold.

the slight smile persisted even after seeing the subtle hints of snow that had been trailed in from the outdoors and through the living room into the kitchen.

levi ackerman wasn't into snowball fights. it was too messy and always resulted in nothing but chaos. but if both you and his kids were adamant on dragging him into one, then he was more than prepared to dedicate his heart into kicking your ass in even something as silly as a snowball fight.

#i didn't know how to end this dkfjslkdfjsd #holiday event #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi heichou x reader #captain levi x reader #levi fluff #levi #levi ackerman #levi heichou #captain levi #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #snk

[villainsimpqueen]

Echos In Paradise Lost.

Chapter 3.

(My fics are 18+.)

summary: Gold itself is inert and does not tarnish or corrode, but it can be alloyed with other metals that may affect its appearance or properties. However, the purity of gold can be compromised if it is mixed with impurities during the refining process, resulting in a lower quality or different color of gold. Additionally, gold can accumulate dirt or oils over time, which may affect their appearance but can usually be cleaned to restore their original shine.

Chapter 3.

Branches, thorns and vines slapped against your body as you ran through the forest of the Gardens. Your heart pounding in your chest as you ran searching.

You were moving too fast, you needed to slow down and so you leaned against a tree heaving allowing you burning lungs to ease from their over working.

You needed to breathe and you needed to focus, You needed to find Adam, but if you rushed you may have missed him.

He had taught you to track.

You let out a shaky breath and took in the surroundings that were barely being lit up by the moon. The messy path proved that your dear husband had come this way and you kneeled down to rub your fingers into his tracks feeling how soft the disturbed soil was, it was still fresh, meaning you couldn't be far behind him.

You steeled your breath as you pushed up, your world spinning lightly as your head throbbed causing you to hold the wound.

“Adam!” You shouted in hopes your husband was still very near to hear you, that he would come back to you, to Eve.

Only the soft sounds of chirping crickets and the occasional chirping of night birds called back to you.

You moved slowly following your frantic husband's tracks as you shouted for him, hoping, praying that he would answer.

“ADAM!” you shouted with your hands over your lips to make your voice stretch longer.

"I stand close by thee, my dearest.”

Adams voice called, causing you to turn, your eyes straining in the darkness as you searched for your husband.

"Adam, I beseech thee to return unto me, my husband, I implore.” You called back into the nightly shadows.

"Pray, come hither, my dearest, and prove thou dost not harbor disdain towards me.”

You Husband sounded frantically worried and it pulled at your heart as you neared the shadows. You just wanted to comfort your husband, You needed him well in mind so that He could help free your dearest wife from the snake's hold.

"Never could I harbor hate towards thee, thou art my most cherished husband. I do perceive thy troubled mind, yet I have pardoned thee. Pray, emerge, come unto me, Adam.” You pleaded with him, nearing the shadows you saw a glow, perhaps a flash of your husband's golden eyes, and your chest ached as you saw they moved away from you. How could he not see that you could never hate him? That you fully believed in your husband and that you knew that he was good, pure and loving. That you had not seen the out wordly source that occurred during such an argument, Your husband was not cruel.

"Hither, I beseech thee.”

Adams' voice wailed, it sounded ugly, broken and torn and it was working like a lure to lead you into the shadows, into the darkest parts of the forest. Playing against your nature to comfort your loved ones, an act that it had learned to use against you.

You went to take a step off the path you were one, almost blinded by the need to reach your husband, that you didn't focus on how his tracks did not meet the path of the voice calling out to you. Begging you to come to it, Surely he must've turned somewhere up ahead? Perhaps he heard your calls and turned back another way?

"My beloved, I implore thee.”

You nearly entered the darkness, your lips opening to call out for Adam once again, to beg for him to come near you, to take your hand.

“My Husba- '' Your voice cut off and your shriek was muffled by a large hand covering your lower jaw as your backside was pulling into warmth.

“My Echo, that is not me..” Adams' hushed and panicked voice was low and gravelly in your ear. You felt your feet being lifted from the forest floor as You felt your husbands movements through his chest, the soft snapping of twigs and vines under his feet.

"Come to me, dearest"

The voice of your not so husband called from the shadows making you move your head back against Adams chest, Seeing how his scorching eyes glared stone blades out into forests Shadows. His chest rose and fell against your back quickly, a look of torment in your husband's eyes.

What was he hearing?

What were the snakes tormenting your husband with?

And for the first time, you prayed, You prayed to the heavens to the Angels above for you to understand what the snakes were doing to your husband.

And your prayers had been answered.

You heard screams of agony that came from.the voices of your beloved wife, screams from your own voice that was not in fact your own.

"Thou art naught, a mere vessel of ineptitude.”

such cruel words aimed towards your Husband, as the screams pierced through.

Taunting him and jabbing at your Husband, things you had not known that would cause him such pain. Adam had always seemed so confident, was your husband suffering in silence?

"Thou couldst not even retain thy first consort, wherefore should I deign to cast mine eyes upon thee?” Not Your dearest Wife speaks harshly to him, her words cold and sharp like striking him with a spear.

"The celestial beings should never have birthed thee. Thou art naught but an erratum of existence.” Your not voice cut into your husband deeply.

You felt how his breathing quickened against your back, how his arms trembled around you. His ragged breath quickening against your ear as his eyes stared into the shadows making you look back seeing a set of golden eyes scorn back at you both.

"Thou shalt ne'er be a good husband, doomed to solitude for eternity.” A voice speaks one you have heard failing to be of morning doves when it was singing birds.

You felt how Adam flinched and you looked back at him, feeling him shake around you as he held you. You could still hear a voice trying to lure you away from your husband, coaxing you to leave him, to join them in the shadows.

"Doth thou not crave the taste of being a virtuous husband?”

You jolted from the voice as it did not sound far away from you like before, you felt a shiver run up and down your spine as your skin blossomed with bumps and your hair rose as the voice whispered into your other ear that was away from Adam's hyperventilating lips.

"Doth thou seeketh a partner who would ne'er seek to wield dominion over thee?”

You felt a sick feeling overtake your chest as you could hear the whisper in your other ear, felt the faint lips that ushered them against your lower lobe.

“ To conceal no secrets? Dost thou ponder upon the veracity of Adam's words to thee and Eve?”

You felt as if something was wrapping around you in a tightening grasp, more so tightly than your husband's shaking arms. The feeling of leaving an unbelievable cold chill even with your husband's warm and burning chest against your back, and the fur cloak that kept you hidden did not shield you from this creeping chill.

“Why was Eve fashioned? And why were thou?”

You shook your head away trying to get the feeling of the lips away from your ear with a small cry.

"Thou art a pitiful creature, consumed by the lust for dominion over thy wife, so fervent that thou hast smote thy hapless spouse.” the feminine voice spoke hauntingly.

"Nay, nay, I ne'er wished for it... I did never yearn to cause them harm... I have learned... I am altering my ways…” Your Husband voice shook as he sputtered. His grasp on you weakened and you clawed at his trembling arms.

"I could reveal unto thee the essence of a noble husband. I shalt ne'er dictate unto thee as Adam doth, but rather set thee free unto realms yet unexplored.”

You yelped again squirming in Adams' hold trying so desperately to get whatever was whispering in your ear away from you, the feeling of something slithering around you and squeezing you only grew more causing you to cry out in distress.

"Hast thou indeed? Behold thee now, holding thy spouse captive against their volition. They yearneth naught for thee, for thou art but naught!”

You heard your husband let out a breath and it rasped away from his lips and a low weeping whimper left him. His arms started to unwrap from you, causing your feet to fall to the forest. You felt so utterly sick, as if you were being torn apart from your skin and flesh. This was pure Agony, this was..Was something you had not learned such words to describe but you felt your Wife and Husbands losing themselves, Losing faith.

These ugly creatures preying on them, preying on you, you did not understand why.

Why were such creatures ever in these gardens, in your home?

Why did they get to torment your loved ones and you so?

What right did they have?

To surround you and your husband with tormenting words, all around with screams and sounds that brought inducement to one soul.

What were their goals? Their ambition to cause so much distress?

Your love for each other was true, their love for you was true.

Pure.

YOU believed it with every single speck of dust and flesh of your being.

As you were sculpted and stitched together to be so for them.

Without their love, you surely could not exist in such a world.

How could these Snakes speak of such things?

“LAIRS!” You screamed and it was piercing, causing silence to overcome the forest, aside from your husband's ragged breathing.

"Liars hath no voice in this realm!" Your voice seemed almost booming, as it echoed through the shadows of the trees and it was

if on your command the heavens moonlight shone down brightly illuminating against the trees and brush, drowing away the shadows with its gentle relieving light.

You and Adam stood basked in the soft gentle light both breathing harshly, you turned to look at your panting husband watching how his eyes did not leave where the other scornful golden eyes had stood, now vanished away by the heavens light.

The feeling of whatever foul trick the snakes played to enrapt your body had left you, once again freeing yourself to move and breathe.

You hadn't even hesitated, moving towards your Husband hiding your face into his chest, your arms wrapping around him as much as you could clinging to him as tears stung your eyes.

“No….Y/n…I…I shall only bestow upon thee anguish.” Your husband's voice sounded broken as it trembled as much as his own body did within your grasp, and it itself had brought you more pain than the throbbing wound on your head.

"My husband, my dearest, my Adam, Thy heart harbors no malice, I perceive and trust that thy deeds were not wholly thy own, just as Eve's are not solely hers. We are beset by adversaries, endeavoring to erode our trust in each other and our love.” You spoke wholeheartedly believing your words were true as you squeezed your arms even tighter around your husband looking up at him with love and empathy understanding in your own eyes looking into his fear filled golden ones.

"They have ensnared our wife, weaving deceitful words around her, I implore thee, my husband, expel them from her midst, Shield her from their influence as thou hast shielded me." You pleaded with him, begged your husband.

"That serpent...Lucifer, he is much grander than I... y/n I am but a mere man... in comparison to him, I am naught…” Your husband so dejectedly murmured, You could only stare up at him in disbelief.

Your husband was nothing?

The husband you had taught you how to hunt? Your husband that had provided you and Eve such splendid meals each night after spending hours hunting? Your husband who had fought a large snarling beast that towered even above him? A Bear that was somehow bigger than your husband, as big and tall Adam was? Your husband who had turned that bear into the softest of beds for your wife and you to lay on next to him?

Your husband who had held you so tightly and safe in his arms as you cried into your wife's chest that dreadful night? Your husband who had left spear in hand so confident and determined to keep you and your wife safe when they had preyed upon you?

Adam, Your Adam was nothing?

Blasphemy. Lies.

You moved cupping your husbands cheek making those normally intense scorching eyes which now looked so dull as if those snakes words had sullied their shine.

But gold can not tarnish. Gold was pure, just like his soul.

Nay, my love, thou art far greater than thou dost perceive. Thou art more than a mere man in my eyes. Thy worth surpasses his, for thou art my husband, my protector, and my beloved.” You spoke so softly, so lovingly to your husband, showing your affections and devotion to your husband, listening to how his breath hitched as he listened to your words.

"Thou art stronger than aught I e'er did know, swifter than aught mine eyes e'er beheld, and brighter than the sun at its highest peak. And I doth believe it so, for I believe in thee with all the love in my heart.” You whispered to him, only allowing him and him alone to listen to your confession, watching how those intense sourcing golden eyes sharpen with each word, arising with each one of your breaths. It was as if you were breathing the fire that forged him into the sharpest of blades, as each word you spoke was utterly the truth of your beliefs, repairing the bends and dents the snake's blows had delivered against him.

Feeling his sturdy arms wrap around you securely, protectively.

His eyes burning directly through your soul as he looked at you so intensely it would bring the bright scorching sun envy.

Then you watched how they melted, softening on you as he pulled you closer to him, bending his head down, and your eyes fluttered shut feeling your husband's lips pressed against your own for the first time.

It was short but it sent a million tingles through your spine as he pulled away, his lips placing on top of your head as he held.

His eyes stung as he held them close tightly, his inhales sharpening as he steadied himself, breathing in the sweet and yet smokiness that came from you always reminding him of the meadows Eve loved and the Fire he liked to play with.

How foolish of him to ever doubt.

He was made in the Angels perfection, He was made to protect his wife and spouse and any children he fathered.

This was his very purpose.

How could he believe the words of the banished?

The ones that had to sneak into the gardens to weakly lure his innocent wife, his one and only true bright sun.

The ones that torment his precious spouse, His paradises perfect Echo.

He was more than just a Man.

Adam was the First Man ever made.

He was made with perfection and he was never to be tarnished to flawed.

How could he ever allow some lowly cast away from heaven and heavens first failure ever sway him from his true path? Allow them to tear apart the ones he loved more than anything?

Adam could never thank the heavens Angels more for them blessing him with such a perfect spouse like you. For if it wasn't for your words of pure incorruptible truth, he would have forgotten himself by their wretched words.

"Let us hence and chase them away from our wife.” Adam spoke to you in a low voice, pulling away allowing you to see him. See his unwavering unafraid gaze as he stood up tall, taller than you have ever seen him stand before, his shoulders Broad as he moved a gentle hand to your back as to guide you back.

And you could not help the overbearing feeling of pride as you took in your husband, now ready to defend against evil attacks.

As your belief was ever true

Gold can not tarnish.

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@seriouslyaverage

@jinisblad1

@dovespancakes

chp 4

#hazbin hotel adam #adam x reader x eve #adam x reader #eve x reader #eve hazbin hotel #18+ fanfic #hazbin hotel fanficion

[lipstickchainsaw]

what are your thoughts on contrarian? not my fav voice exactly, but i thought he was interesting in the ending where you leave with the stranger

Woo, it's been almost two weeks, but I've been thinking about this one.

I think the Contrarian is a very interesting voice, because he's just very much enjoying getting to annoy the fuck out of the narrator, but at the same time, he raises so many goddamn questions.

I first came across him during the Razor, where he (alongside the Broken, but who cares about the Broken) joins the Cheated in Chapter 3, and let me tell you, the Cheated and the Contrarian are an amazing combo, and they played off of each other well, although the Cheated is obviously more emotionally invested in beating the system than the Contrarian.

It was only when I got the Contrarian on his own that, uh, some things stopped making sense to me.

To get the Contrarian as a voice, you have to avoid the cabin as much as you possibly can, which means you don't even meet the Princess in Chapter 1. To the Contrarian, then, the Princess doesn't even exist as a real being; the only person existing outside of you (the protagonist) is the Narrator, and so he makes poking at the Narrator his entire existence.

When he does meet the Princess, he still doesn't see her as a real person, just as a vessel to annoy the Narrator, and this even makes some degree of sense! With every choice you make down there, you break reality a bit and create another Princess! So of course he doesn't think the Princess is real.

It's only when the various Strangers mix into one messy whole, where he realises this was an actual person, and his empathy rushes in to go 'oh shit, what did we do?'

'I didn't think our actions would have consequences.'

And this is really compelling, story-wise! I like it a lot!

It just doesn't make any goddamn sense!

Because the common theory is that you influence the Princess through your perception and belief of her (and your refusal to see her turns the Stranger into a Schrödinger's Princess, so this makes sense), and how the Princess sees you influences what voice you get.

Except you haven't met the Princess.

So where the fuck does the Contrarian come from? What is he? We have good reason to believe the Voices are the result of the messy split between Shifting Mound and Long Quiet, right? But clearly it's not the Princess causing the Contrarian to arrive. There's only one person outside of you who knows how you behaved in Chapter 1, and that's the Narrator, except the instance of the Narrator dies at the end of every Chapter 1!

And anyway, why isn't the Narrator ever confused about the presence of other Voices? He doesn't ever seem to be surprised when they show up, even if he might be shocked at their abilities, but at the same time, he doesn't know what it means for there to be multiple of them, either?

So what the fuck is going on here? Is it really the Narrator's final impression of you that spawns the Voice in the next chapter, and not the Princess?

But even then, the Contrarian is special, isn't he?

He's the only non-Hero voice that can show up in the Cabin at the end, if you started with the Stranger route, and you know what he says?

He says he's 'right where you left [him]'. What the fuck does that mean? Presumably it's similar to what happens when you kill the Shifting Mound and the other Voices show up to join you in the new world, but the Contrarian still plays a different role.

I feel like there's answers to be had here, but I'm clearly not big-brained enough to figure them out just yet!

#slay the princess #slay the princess spoilers #stp the narrator #stp the contrarian #stp the voice of the contrarian #this one just has a lot of question marks to be honest #very much curious about other people's opinions on it

[whisperofsong]

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Summary: You convince Bob to bake with you, but things unexpectedly heat up in the kitchen.

Note: This is my first time publishing descriptive spice, so I hope it meets your expectations. Thank you for taking the time to read my work:)

Warnings: NSFW (18+)

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“Are you sure you want me to help?” Bob asks apprehensively from behind the kitchen island.

You peer at him over your shoulder with a smirk. “Baking’s not your thing?”

“Uh, n-no. Not really.” He shrugs with a sheepish look on his face, evidently out of place. You adjust the light pink apron around your neck before joining him and wrapping your arms lightly around his neck.

“Bob, it’s okay. Think of me as your teacher, your guide. I promise to make it worth your while.” You hold his gaze while smiling sweetly at the man you adore more than anyone else.

“Doing anything with you is worth my while, Y/N,” Bob admits tenderly. He leans forward to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. Despite being in a relationship for some time, he’s still capable of making you blush.

“C’mon, Romeo, let’s get started.” Before Bob arrived, you purchased all the necessary ingredients and laid out the items you would need for baking. Throughout your childhood, your mom spent the majority of her time in the kitchen making an array of scrumptious meals and baked goods. Some of your most beloved memories with her include Saturdays devoted to baking homemade cookies and regardless of how many cookies you’ve tasted in your lifetime, your mother’s remain the best.

When you awoke this morning, you found yourself reminiscing these moments with your mom, the nostalgia more prominent than ever. As a result, you couldn’t resist reviving the tradition and knew just the person you wanted by your side.

After placing the ingredients in the bowl, you put Bob in charge of using the electric mixer and instruct him as to what setting he should use. However, he stares at you with a perplexed expression, indicating he is uncertain as to how to proceed. You chuckle and decide to assist him.

You stand behind Bob and place your hand on top of his thicker one that is already on the handle of the mixer. When you flick the on switch and the mixer comes to life, he momentarily flinches, startled by the whirring movement. Although you find this humorous, you refrain from giggling because you don’t want Bob to feel any more self-conscious than he already is in this moment.

“Like this,” you direct, guiding his movements while utilizing the mixer. You continue doing this for another minute until Bob appears to be getting the hang of it. “There you go, you’ve got it!” you remark enthusiastically. Sure, it’s a simple thing, but you’re proud of him nonetheless. As he takes over, you watch him and the batter closely and signal for him to stop once the batter is mixed thoroughly.

“Now what?” he asks with what you swear is a glimmer in his eyes.

“Noooowww…we get to put in the chocolate chips.” You pour a healthy amount of them into the batter and are about to mix them in, too, when Bob asks, “Do you mind if…I do it?”

“Be my guest.” You smile as he executes his role like a natural.

Unbeknownst to you, as you rummage through the pantry for wax paper, Bob takes it upon himself to start molding the dough into balls to place on the baking sheet. When you turn around, he holds up his hands in defeat, grimacing at them as they are now covered in sticky dough.

“I-uh…I made a bit of a mess,” he admits shyly.

“You’re not supposed to use your hands; that’s why I have a scooper,” you tell him. You turn to the island and hold up said item, raising your eyebrows playfully.

He sighs loudly and shakes his head. “See? This is why I need a teacher.” He looks down at his messy hands and huffs out a laugh to himself.

“Oh, Bobby. Let me help you with that.” You saunter over to him and gently take his wrist so you can bring his hand close to your mouth. You wrap your mouth around one of his fingers so you can suck the sweet batter off of it. You take note of his widened eyes as well as his mouth that is slightly ajar as you complete this motion.

When you finally release him, you lick your lips teasingly and murmur, “Delicious.” Bob doesn’t respond, but instead keeps staring at you, now breathing heavily and gulping loudly. You know exactly what you’re doing and feel your body ignite as you observe his reaction, solidifying that it’s having the intended effect.

“Should I take care of the others, Bobby?” you ask, motioning to his fingers, but he shakes his head slowly.

“N-no. I’ll take it from here,” he states in a low voice. He moves towards the sink and rinses his hands before drying them on the towel by the oven. You begin to ponder whether he’s feeling the tension, too. When he faces you once more, his expression is serene, but his body seems tense. Before you can say another word, Bob gets to you in one long stride and pulls you to this chest. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and whispers against your lips, “I think we should move our lesson elsewhere.”

You nuzzle his nose with your own, tantalizingly close to his lips, but not quite meeting them. “And where would that be, baby?”

“The bedroom.”

“Lead the way.” He gathers you in his arms in one swift motion and kisses you agonizingly slow the whole way there. Bob is always successful in turning you on and vice versa, but he exhibits much better self-control when it comes to lovemaking. You often feel frenzied and eager, but Bob? Bob prefers to take things slowly, to savor every intimate moment with you.

When he plops you down on your bed, you tug him by his t-shirt impatiently as your aching need for him increases by the minute. “Need you,” you whine against his lips.

“I know, Y/N, I know.”

He pauses above you as his eyes rake over your body before he toys with the tie of the apron you’re still wearing. Once he loosens it, you lean up slowly so he can remove it for you. He morphs the apron into a ball and tosses it over his shoulder, leaving you in high-waisted jeans and a black top with a lace trim.

“You’re so gorgeous. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He traces his fingertips from your cheek to your neck and across your collarbones. “Can’t get enough of you,” he rasps.

The gentleness of his touch does nothing to satisfy your need for him, so you begin to writhe underneath him in an attempt to showcase the extent of your desire. Bob deftly unclasps the button on your jeans and inches his fingers into your underwear, causing you to gasp.

“Oh, baby. Is this all for me?” he muses.

“Always, Bob.” He grazes your slit, making you buck your hips into his hand, but then he pulls them away rapidly.

He motions for you to sit up and you immediately fulfill his request so he can take off your top, which now joins the previously discarded apron on the floor. His pupils dilate upon discovering you’re not wearing a bra and he hums in approval.

“Look at you,” he says in an appreciative tone. You lay back down and smile at him while chewing on your bottom lip because you know this singular action drives him wild.

Bob leans down and takes your right nipple into his mouth, paying ample attention to it with his tongue. He groans as he does it, which only heightens the pleasure surging through your overly-sensitive body. He swirls your nipple in his mouth before releasing it with a slight popping sound. He repeats these actions on your left one while you arch your chest and tangle your hands in his hair, giving it a disheveled appearance.

You’re panting when he returns his attention to you and you can’t help the flutter below when you notice your glistening nipples.

“Are you okay?” he asks. That’s another thing you love about Bob. Although you’ve now been together for a little over five months, he never assumes anything, especially when it comes to intimacy. He prioritizes your pleasure and only does something if it’s what you want.

“Yes,” you reply before tugging him to you harshly and kissing him feverishly. You swipe his bottom lip with your tongue and he shivers at this, opening his mouth to grant you further access to him. While you kiss each other passionately, he begins to pull down your pants and you lift up to assist him without breaking your kiss. However, when Bob sees the black lace underwear with cherries on them, he stops.

“I…uh…I haven’t seen these before.” His eyes flicker to your own.

“They’re actually my favorite pair. They make me feel sexy. That probably sounds stupid.” You laugh dismissively, but Bob tips your chin up so you’re at eye level with him. “It’s not stupid. They’re very sexy on you.”

“You think so?”

“Absolutely,” he answers without any hesitation. He trails his fingers over your clothed core and a hint of a smirk crosses his face. “I can feel you through your panties. You’re soaking.”

You almost whimper at his teasing, practically imploring him to touch you with your restless movements. “Please, Bob.”

“Anything for you.” He grips both sides of your flimsy panties in his hands and gently glides them down your thighs and legs before placing them on the bed. He opens your legs to allow him additional room before he sweeps his tongue up your center in one glorious motion.

“Oh…oh my gosh,” you sigh.

He lavishes you with his tongue, creating a smooth and wicked rhythm. The metal of his glasses feels cool against the inside of your thighs and only amplifies your pleasure.

Your breathy moans encourage him and before long, he transitions to your clit, gently sucking and moving it side to side in his mouth.

“B-Bob. Oh my gosh, baby. Oooh!” You’re vocal and Bob likes it that way. You begin to tense up as you’re on the precipice of your orgasm. Bob clearly senses it because he releases your clit and gently kisses it before sitting on the backs of his legs.

You awkwardly sit up, almost losing your balance in the process, and claw at his shirt as you do your best to strip him of it. While he tries to get out of his jeans, you leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses on his neck, relishing the way he responds to them.

“Jesus, baby. Oh, Y/N, that feels s-so good.” You grin against his skin that is now covered in goosebumps. You slowly lick a stripe across the side of his neck before positioning yourself against the head of the bed and derive pleasure from his reaction. He hovers over you and you palm him through his sinfully tight briefs as he kisses you sloppily, unable to fully focus as a result of the action on his lower half.

You give his shaft a small squeeze and he grunts into your mouth, practically putty in your hands. “Baby,” he groans.

“I’m here, Bobby. I’m here.” You’ve been together long enough to recognize that Bob sometimes becomes overwhelmed during sex and needs to be grounded in the present, something you’re willing and happy to do for the man you love so much. Because you were both tested prior to becoming intimate and are now committed to one another, Bob no longer wears a condom. He was always willing to and still would if you requested it, but now that you’re on birth control and experienced him without a barrier, there’s no going back. Now that you have Bob in your life, going back is no longer an option in anything.

Bob positions himself at your entrance and you begin to move your hand to guide him inside you, but his fingers curl around your wrist.

“Wait, wait,” he breathes.

You look at him with a concerned expression. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing. Nothing at all. It’s just…it’s just that…” He momentarily looks down as if to collect his thoughts before peering into your eyes again. “You know I love you, right?”

You cup his cheeks in your hands and rub them delicately. “Yes. And I love you, Bob Floyd. So damn much.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of you saying that,” he reveals shyly.

“Good because I won’t ever stop.”

“I love you, Y/N.” He kisses you deeply and then you sink further into the mattress as you feel him enter you. The sensation is indescribable and you can’t get enough of the man in your embrace. Bob takes his time in kissing you, each press of his lips a proclamation of passion, each glide of his tongue against yours a declaration of love, each moan a promise of forever.

You meet his thrusts with equal fervor and relish the feeling of his pubic bone brushing against your clit each time you two meet. You begin to circle your hips at a somewhat faster pace, the friction intensifying, and Bob is losing his grip on his control.

“Y/N. Baby, you f-feel…amazing.”

“Mmmm. So do you, Bobby.”

“Oooh. Oh shit.” Calling him Bobby during lovemaking always manages to turn him on even more and you love having knowledge of this. Suddenly, Bob pulls out entirely before thrusting back in and you almost see stars dancing in front of your eyes. Although your mouth opens in delight, no sound escapes.

He does this several more times and you feel your stomach tightening. “I’m almost there. Oh, Bob. Make me yours,” you urge, thereby causing him to relinquish all control. He drives into you even harder, causing your breasts to bounce against his chest. You feel your pleasure crest and cry out upon your arrival.

“Oh! Oh. I love you, I love you, I love you,” you say frantically as he chases his own release. Your circle your hips against him and alternate between kissing and sucking his neck.

“Y/N,” he pants. “Baby, I-“ but before he can finish his sentence, you feel him explode inside you as he shudders against you and releases a sated groan.

As he comes down from his high, he rests his head on your breasts and kisses your skin as you play with his now damp hair.

“Y/N,” he mumbles against your skin.

“Hmm?” Your movements cease as you direct your attention downwards.

He lifts his head up to look at you. “I’m sorry we didn’t get to finish baking. I just…I wanted you so much. I always want you.”

“There’s no need to apologize, Bob. You have me forever,” you tell him earnestly.

“Promise?” he asks sincerely.

“I promise.” He then scoops you into his arms and holds you closely while peppering kisses all over your face and repeatedly expressing, “I love you.”

@bradshawsbaby @gretagerwigsmuse @roosterforme @bratshaws @cantfighthemoonknight

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction

[crheativity]

SUMMARY: Grim was being a little gremlin today and, in all the chaos, you accidentally left your bag behind. On your way to retrieve it, you accidentally stumble upon a certain cute ginger.

WARNINGS: None that I can think of!!! COMMENTS: I literally got smacked with the mental image of Cater Diamond playing True Colours (like from the Trolls movie) last night so hard that I had to write it even before I wrote the Trey fic. It's always the gingers man.

You sighed as you walked along the abandoned corridor, passing seemingly hundreds of empty classrooms. School had been out for a couple hours now and the sun was setting. Grim had been particularly painful today, and, as a result, you'd accidentally left your bag behind. You'd had to bribe Ace and Deuce with food to babysit (pet-sit?) him while you were gone.

Speaking of which, glancing out the window, you realised that the sun had already started setting. If you weren't quick, you were going to end up walking home in the dark.

You decided to pick up the pace.

Reaching the classroom, a noise made you pause. Focusing a little harder, you recognised the sound - a gentle thrum of a guitar - was coming from the classroom. Gently pushing the door open, you saw a boy, sitting on a desk.

He was sitting with one leg crossed underneath him and one on the floor. He had a guitar in his lap. He faced the window, where the sunset was displayed perfectly. The light embraced him in a warm, orange glow. Mixed with his messy, orange hair, it looked almost as though the light had melted onto him.

The boy started to sing. Not one of the upbeat, exciting songs you would expect from him. It was soft and gentle, dancing through the air and pulling you softly towards him. But you didn't dare disrupt the magic of the scene in front of you, and so you watched and listened, entranced, as he played.

As he strummed the final chord and hummed the final note, you smiled and clapped.

The poor boy jumped half a mile.

Upon turning around and realising it was you, your friend and crush, Cater Diamond, grinned sheepishly. "Uh, hey there."

"Hey yourself. Wasn't expecting anyone to still be in school this late." Walking over to the desk next to him, you sat down, and he shifted his position to face you.

"Haha, me neither. Uh, how long have you been standing there-?"

"Long enough," you shrugged. "You sounded awesome, though."

He chuckled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck, ducking his head. "Thanks."

"You should play more songs like that."

"Yeah? You think so?" He looked up, curiosity in his eyes.

"Yeah! They suit you."

He hummed, clearly considering the idea. His eyes lit up and he smiled mischievously. "Bet, if you think so. One one condition, though."

You tilted your head. "What is it?"

He grinned, pink dusting his face. "Only if you come watch me play."

♥ Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it! ♥

#twst fanfic #twst x reader #twst fluff #Cater Diamond #Cater Diamond x reader #Cater x reader #twisted wonderland

[oikasugayama]

I love love love your latest alignment chart! It was really cute but I had some thoughts on it and wanted to share! Specifically regarding the last ‘alignment’, being annoyed by your shyness and wanting you to be more confident.

I can somewhat understand the last one, that it can be frustrating when someone is so crippled by their own anxiousness that you feel the need to do everything for them, but at the same time, I’m like: If you’re so turned off/upset by one of your partner’s most prominent traits, why even date them at that point, y’know?

I’m sorry but I don’t think that those last four relationships are gonna last very long, no matter how much love you have for someone, unless change comes fast, I doubt that sort of dynamic would work long term.

In Ranpo’s case, his inability to read social cues and understand his partner’s struggle combined with the fact that he’s very vocal and blunt about his opinions and feelings, would probably lead to a pretty messy breakup where Ranpo’s left feeling frustrated, hurt and confused and his partner feeling sad, stupid and overdramatic (I’d feel stupid too if one of the smartest people in the world was visibly and vocally annoyed by my struggle.)

Now, Kunikida is an odd case, because while he’s a very good person and would be sympathetic, he holds his ideals and his schedule in such high regard that if repeated interruptions happened and kept happening due to this one ‘issue’, I think that he would eventually come to think it would be better for both parties if they split up. It’d be a somber and quiet thing and both would feel pretty shitty afterwards, with Kunikida wondering if he made the right choice and the partner blaming and beating themself up for ruining their relationship.

Fukuchi, in my opinion, sucks in general and the way his line is phrased, I’m pretty sure that he’d eventually just get fed up with his partner’s personality and dump them without warning because he’s an asshole like that and unpleasant surprises are his whole thing.

Mushitarou would probably last the longest because given his personality, you’d first of all need to be intimate friends with him to start dating in the first place and now, because you’re spending so much more time together, he’s only just noticing how bad your anxiety is and now that you feel comfortable enough to blatantly cling onto him, he’s also only now developing a proper dislike for your shyness. It’s like the childhood best friends who become roommates in college, ‘we’ve known each other for years, it’ll all be good!’ but because this new level of closeness introduces another side of a person, there’s a chance you’ll find that you’re not vibing with it. He’d try to make it work and there’s definitely a chance that it might but a likely possibility that it won’t and would end up resulting in a pretty bad breakdown which would leave both parties devastated for both the loss of a relationship and a friendship.

Now, I never said that getting back together wasn’t possible, I think that for everyone (except Fukuchi :/) there’s a chance that they could work things out and get back together but not for a LONG while. Because learning takes time and healing takes even longer.

-Sincerely, 💋

Thank you for your analysis! We were thinking some very similar things-- I'm glad that what I was implying without saying was still coming through. There are absolutely some relationships on my previous alignment chart that would NOT last, including the four you mentioned and also a couple of others who infantalize the shy!reader too much. I didn't include it, in short, bc I didn't wanna be negative and it low-key upset me myself to ponder who would break up w me for being anxious :p

As much as I love Kunikida, there are certain details about his lifestyle that don't mix with someone who's incredibly shy/timid/anxious, etc. He can be sympathetic but after a certain point it conflicts with his idealism. He'd take it hard and consider it a fault of his own that he couldn't make the relationship work, but he also wants his partner to be with their ideal partner and he wants his ideal partner as well.

Ranpo works well in a friendship with shy people like Poe bc he can push someone out of their comfort zone by basking them in his own confidence and aloofness, but I think that he'd prefer his romantic partner "take care of him" to some extent at home and if they're too anxious to do things like run errands alone, take the train with him to show him how, etc. he would feel like his needs weren't being met. That's no one's fault, honestly. Sometimes you just gotta find the right fit.

When I think of Mushitaro I think of his late friend/partner and that awful conflict within him. He can't let himself feel guilty, but he does. He won't let himself feel remorseful, but he does. He can't show his emotions so unfortunately no one knows how much he cared about that person, but he cared so much and is so devastated by what he was asked to do and by the fact that he had no other choice. His friend needed to be released from his pain and by using Mushitaro's ability no one would get in trouble for his death, and his friend/partner wouldn't have to end it himself. I can't imagine the depths of pain Mushitaro feels and I also can't imagine him being in a relationship at all, regardless of the situation. He just can't handle the pain of losing someone again, and he isn't healed from the previous loss.

Fukuchi's was absolutely appalling and I hope no one stays in a relationship where your partner hates a large quality of your personality and constantly tells you that you need to change it!!! Don't put up with that!!! It's so incredibly harmful to your mental health. If your partner isn't trying to uplift and support you, please know that you deserve someone who does.

#ask answered #💋 anon

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

In the 5 am light (you carry my fears as the heavens set fire)

Ficlet for the (currently) winning result of this poll!

I was too excited to write this to wait any more, but fear not, if the other one wins, I'll write that one too!

Enjoy! <3

Lan Wangji wakes up at 5 am, as he has always done for the past thirty-something years of his life, a routine engrained within him like second nature. But, unlike these past thirty-something years, he does not wake up alone to an empty bed - instead, there is now somebody sharing the space with him, their warmth mingling with his own, their limbs entangled with his.

Lan Wangji blinks himself conscious at the realization, and turns towards the person that's now softly snoring beside him.

Wei Ying.

The blanket has ridden off his body, the skin of his back bathed into the warm, morning sun, and through the long, messy tresses of hair, Lan Wangji can see bitemarks littering the skin of his nape and the side of his throat.

Slowly, memories return to him, and he remembers how he found Wei Ying in that forest a night ago, playing an improvised flute to subdue Wen Ning during that night hunt... playing that song, their song, singing his identity right into Lan Wangji's ears, straight through his heart and the shattered hopes of ever seeing his beloved again.

How Lan Wangji played into his lunatic act and pretended not to recognize him so that the ill-intentioned would not attack him, and how he carried him all the way to the Cloud Recesses with his noisy donkey and his audacious flirting that threatened to rip right into Lan Wangji's self control.

And how, right before bedtime, Wei Ying climbed into his bed and... everything that came after.

Lan Wangji feels himself burn hot at the images playing in his mind, at the things he and Wei Ying have just done, hours and hours of passion they shared last night until they had no choice but to succumb to exhaustion. He had never even dreamed of ever getting to touch Wei Ying like that, to be with him in such an intimate way - especially not after the world had so cruelly rid of him.

But he did, and it was... divine, to put it mildly, the zenith of his existence, the moment he was finally able to show the extent of his love to the person he had been so ready and willing to die for all those years ago. He feels like he's dreaming almost, floating in-between worlds, and he finds himself leaning close to Wei Ying and leaving the ghost of a kiss on his parted lips.

And just like that, under the soft morning light and the first notes of songbird, Lan Wangji's peace shatters, replaced with a mix of panic and revulsion.

Not towards Wei Ying, no, never - towards himself.

What has he done?

Thinking over last night's events, he realizes with increasing horror, Wei Ying was in an obviously vulnerable position, so of course he had... of course he had to follow Lan Wangji and... and try to... thank him. Go along with what Lan Wangji wanted... because if he didn't, maybe he thought he'd get left for dead or...

Lan Wangji feels his inside shudder with disgust. Had he... no, no, Wei Ying would have... he wouldn't have... would he?

Lan Wangji doesn't know if he wants to cuddle up to Wei Ying and find comfort and reassurance that he's overthinking in his arms, or jump out of the bed and out the door, as far away as possible, having taken advantage of someone that couldn't have possibly said no...

But the decision is made for him when he feels a surprisingly strong arm wrap tightly around his shoulders, and Wei Ying bringing him closer as he mumbles something along the lines of "Lan Zhan... stay still..." before pressing himself to the other's skin and falling back asleep.

Lan Wangji stays like that, motionless, barely breathing, staring at the ceiling. Wei Ying is... still asleep. But he did wake up to some extent just now, so he knows who he's in bed with. He hasn't... reacted in any unpleasant way, which can either mean he did want this and Lan Wangji is being ridiculous, or he didn't want it but he made peace with it now that it happened.

Both options appear equally likely to Lan Wangji.

Next to him, Wei Ying sleeps soundly, every now and then nosing at his neck and leaving tiny whispers and barely there kisses in his sleep.

Lan Wangji decides that, if he is, in fact, a horrible monster, he might as well be a horrible monster to the end. So he allows himself the luxury of slowly kissing over Wei Ying's hair, face and lips, eyes a little misty at the thought that, perhaps, when Wei Ying wakes, he'll hate Lan Wangji for what he'd done and never allow him close again.

He doesn't realize, in his emotional turmoil, that Wei Ying has been woken up in a flurry of loving kisses - not until he finds a pair of lips molding against his own with purpose.

He breaks the kiss away abruptly, and Wei Ying whines at the loss. He's still sleepy, eyes droopy, and he's beautiful and a bit love drunk - but the world catches up to him as well, his eyes going wide seconds later.

Lan Wangji looks away and sits up, ready to face the consequences of his own actions.

Wei Ying's mind fast forwards through the past night's events, he lifts the blanket enough to realize he's so very naked, thoroughly marked and very sore all over - and he sits up as well, as if actioned by a spring.

"Lan Zhan!"

"Mn."

"Last night!"

"Mm."

"Did we-?!"

"Mhm."

Wei Ying stares at him, and Lan Zhan stares back - he's so red, bunching up the blankets to hide his body like some blushing maiden as his eyes dart between the bed, himself and Lan Zhan like he can't believe the implications.

Lan Zhan feels the world crash into him the more Wei Ying's shock grows. So he'd been right, Wei Ying hadn't really wanted to do all that with him, and now he can't believe it and regrets it, and Lan Zhan is a horrible-

Then Wei Ying begins laughing. He's laughing with joy and he's fallen back onto the bed with it, the sound so melodious that Lan Wangji wants to bottle it up and keep it for himself forever.

"I can't believe we actually did that! I thought it was a dream!"

Lan Wangji lays down as well, and is feeling more confused than ever.

"Wei Ying, don't you... regret it?"

"Regret?! Are you kidding?! That was amazing, I'd have to be an idiot to regret something like that!"

But then Wei Ying's giggles cut off instantly, and he turns to face Lan Zhan. "Wait. Do you regret it?"

Lan Zhan huffs, offended, at that. "How could I? I've been wanting to do this forever."

Wei Ying seems to have a life-changing realization for the second time that morning and it is only upon seeing his wide eyes that Lan Zhan realizes what he's just said.

He doesn't regret it or anything, he had just imagine he would be saying it in more... romantic circumstances.

Eh, might as well...

"Did you... mean that?" Wei Ying asks, inching closer towards Lan Zhan, looking equal parts thrilled and terrified.

"Yes."

Wei Ying lifts a hand to trail over the sharp contours of Lan Zhan's jawline, briefly touching the plush of his lips. "So then what we did last night wasn't... just for the hell of it."

"No."

He's finally close enough to feel Lan Zhan's body heat against his own and his heart beats into his chest with exhilaration, arousal and adrenaline. "So if I were to kiss you right now and ask to do it again, you'd say yes?"

"I would."

Wei Ying finally allows his hands to move down Lan Wangji's collarbones, his chest, and lower, lower... "And if I were to ask if you'd like us to be together like this forever, would you say yes to that too?"

A sharp breath, and Lan Zhan pulls him in, skin to skin, loving and lustful. "I would." And he leans to leave a bite below Wei Ying's ear, his own wandering hands reaching destination. "I do."

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts #title is from a song called technicolor beat

[ribbonetteart]

A request for something a little different than usual 🍑👑

Progress stuff below:

I haven't done progress shots in a bit and I think it's something I want to do more often because I like talking and blogging I guess haha.

Now that I have more experience illustrating digitally, this kind of direct reference drawing is MUCH easier to do digitally 😫honestly this felt like a self imposed challenge lol. BUT I did want to do some more traditional stuff because I feel that I had been doing a little too much digital, if that makes sense. It's nice to play with my markers and color pencils once in a while too!!

Doing the line art on this piece ESPECIALLY felt easier to do traditionally than digitally. For some reason, trying to do line art on a tablet screen feels too smooth or slippery or something. Lining traditionally feels easier, probably because I put so much pressure on the paper in the sketch phase that when the lining phase comes next, it feels like I'm just following the lines on the page like a train on a track ^_^

despite uploading a couple of illustrations colored with marker now, I still feel a bit like a novice when it comes to marker. I got a new pack of markers that I wanted to play with, which was even more motivation to return to paper for a bit. But honestly, I feel like I fudged the window color blending. I watched tutorials and stuff on blending with markers but I guess I still need more practice ^^;;; at least it looks a bit messy to me. This is how this piece came to be a mixed media illustration, since I tried using color pencils to make that transition from blue to green on the windows a little smoother.

I think the pot holding the piranha plant came out a tad too saturated and it's calling too much attention compared to the very light floor and dresser. I was trying to follow the colors on the reference closely as an easy re-intro to traditional art, but next time I do something like this, I think I'll take more liberties with color and see what happens.

Overall, I'm quite happy with how Peach turned out. I don't draw humans too often since I typically draw Sonic characters lol. Sometimes it feels like I have to re-teach myself to draw people as a result. I really liked using the gelly roll for the highlights on her face and the polka dots on her shirt :3 I highly recommend using that pen as my previous experiences with other white gel pens don't compare to this one (not to sound like a commercial I'm just really happy it worked as well as it did!).

And finally, although redrawing a creation from a dress up game screenshot is probably not the most imaginative exercise I could be doing with illustration, I think it's fun and it's pushing me to do things outside of my comfort zone. I'm using new art tools (I'll get better with marker I prommy) and I drew a background! I'd like to do more backgrounds like this as a practice to encourage more original stuff. Maybe. One day. Probably.

If you read all of this until the end, thank you! Have a wonderful day, and thank you for following me and supporting my art :3c 💝

#princess peach #super mario bros #the dress up game is called 'pink cutie' in case anyone wanted to know

[valleyof-goldenlilies]

A Trek Under The Stars - Modern! Laena Velaryon x Reader

Summary: Laena brings you on a hike for a quest for something special.

Pairing: Modern! Laena Velaryon x Fem! Reader

Warnings: profanity, fluff

Word Count: 594 words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) for all dem Laena girlies out there, this is for you 💜 I hope you enjoy!

lovely dividers credited to @firefly-graphics !

“Laena, I swear to the fucking Seven,” you swore viciously, the little makeup you had put on before your hike to look good for the photos had by now been melted away thanks to the snow, and your former cautiously enthusiastic attitude when Laena had told you of her plans to go hiking wiped out within an instant. 

To be fair, you had been climbing for ages now, in the dark too, mind you. You had counted that you had been smacked by a stray branch laden with snow at least twenty times, tripped over a rock into the snow at least five times, and got spooked because the snow reflected the light of your headlamp back into the dense thicket of trees, making you think that you were in danger of being mauled by some wild animal within seconds, along with your girlfriend. 

“Gah!” Laena had suddenly materialised beside you, making you drop your walking stick with alarm. She laughed, lighthearted as always, bending down to help you pick it up. How can someone stay so perfect in the outdoors after this bloody hike? 

“We’re almost there, come on.” Laena tugged you forward, brushing away the heavy branches like they were nothing. “The view is so worth it, I’m telling you. And didn’t you always want to check seeing the Northern Lights off your bucket list?” 

“That was before I realised the extent of effort involved,” you grumbled, sighing. “And you said that we were almost there about ten times, Laena. I’m not inclined to-” 

“We’re here!” Laena’s exclamation tore you from grumpily directing your head downwards at all times so you could see where you’re stepping, and the resulting scene took your breath away. 

Laena helped you switch off your headlamp and hers as you both took in the view in the huge, snowy field you were in. Vivid swirls of green mixed with purple streaks created one huge, messy, yet ethereal painting. It was like the Gods had called upon all the artists of the known and unknown world and commanded them to release their creativity on the canvas known as the midnight sky, and the resulting imagery was otherworldly. Utterly magnificent. 

Stars twinkled faintly in the night, and the sky was thankfully devoid of any clouds, allowing you and Laena to fully absorb in the beauty of the Northern Lights. The hike up here suddenly didn’t seem so gruelling after all. If it culminated in all this, then it was worth it. A thousand times over. 

“Hey, love,” Laena turned her head to you at the sound of your soft voice. “Yes, angel?” 

“Thanks for bringing me up here,” you looked entranced at the view before you, and Laena smiled to herself. Beautiful. “I know I complained a lot, but now that I’m seeing it, it’s worth it. It’s like heaven on earth.” 

Laena leaned in closer, still staring at you with a tender expression. “Yeah…but lucky for me, I always have my heaven on earth.” Your brows furrowed, finally tearing your eyes from the view to look at your girlfriend. “Huh-” Laena kissed you, sweetly, deeply, and you fully faced her to return her kiss, putting your hands on her hips as you embraced each other, while the glow of the Northern Lights pulsed in the sky behind you, shining. It was like there were only the two of you in the world, and you wished time would just stop here. 

You finally pulled away from each, resting your forehead on hers. 

“Merry Christmas, angel.” 

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

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[akashigadabi]

Messes Happen

Pairing: Yandere All For One x Consenting Reader

Summary: Sometimes messes happen, even with someone as meticulous as All For One involved.

Word Count: 1203

Genre: Humor, Romance, Fluff, Crime, ???

Rating: M for mentioned Blood & Gore, Explicit Language, Suggestive Language

Warnings: Yandere, Blood & Gore (implied/referenced, not Reader’s), Consensual Relationship, Explicit Language, Suggestive Language, Psychic Bond, Morbid Humor, Murder (not Reader’s)

Other: Reader has a quirk. Reader is written so reader is gender neutral as far as gender/gender identity and romantic or sexual orientation.

Ao3.

“That could have gone better,” you mutter, disgusted with the recent turn of events. You hold still as All For One uses his handkerchief to wipe a few specks of blood off of your face. Truly you hadn’t expected such a mess, let alone for it to get everywhere, yet here you stood in one of your better suits coming to terms with the fact that you’d likely have to scrap the entire thing. Such a shame when you’d only purchased it last month, especially since it makes your ass look incredible.

All For One, who seems nonchalant despite the amount of fresh crimson fluid and viscera painting his own crisp suit, only hums. He’s altogether too calm for someone who just used one of his newer Quirks to eliminate a threat during a business deal gone bad. It speaks to how often he’s done this, because he isn’t an unfeeling killing machine. For crying out loud, the man donates monthly contributions toward charities which concern themselves with animal and child welfare, among others. He also just so happens to not possess a single compunction toward killing someone, though to be fair, the dead man—or what’s left of him, anyway—did try to stab you before All For One tore him apart.

“Are these sort of dealings usually this messy?”

You sincerely fucking hope not if you’re to attend more of them together in the future. You can’t keep buying expensive suits each month to replace the previous one just because some asshole decided not to exercise his sense of self-preservation. Fuck that noise. You’ll revive the next one to kill him yourself all over again if he gets his unmentionables sprayed all over your next outfit. You’d rather spend your money on new books or tea blends.

“They’re messier sometimes, though I prefer cleaner methods,” All For One replies, sounding as if he deeply regrets his latest life choices. Probably not for any reason some hero type or the authorities would accept. His lips twist into a grimace as he finishes removing all traces of gore from your face only to move onto your throat. Thank fuck you don’t have to go through this alone. You feel like you’d miss a spot.

“I second that motion.”

Amusement twists All For One’s lips into a smirk.

“Believe me, dear one, next time I won’t choose this Quirk for this particular purpose.”

Fucking good. It would suck to be splattered in the carnage of such a Quirk every time All For One needed to deal with a problematic individual. Arterial spray mixed with guts by far constitutes the worst thing to ever splash onto your face. You could live without this happening again. All For One would undoubtedly kill again, but it didn’t need to result in both of you tossing out a million yen* ensemble each.

“I guess I’ll have to take your word for it.”

His smirk transitions into something softer that makes something flutter low in your belly. All For One really makes such a gorgeous sight to behold. Smiling only intensifies his attractiveness. This man’s honest to gods too beautiful to exist. It’s not fair for anyone who has to lay eyes on him.

“I suppose you will. Your turn.”

He offers the handkerchief to you with the bloodiest parts folded inward so you have some clean fabric to use. You waste no time in starting on the worst offenders, though you feel self-conscious right off the bat since it gives him nothing to focus on but you as you work. You try to ignore his gaze as you wipe both as quickly and gently as possible. Like you only a few minutes previous, large swatches of vermillion stain his face and throat. The pale expanse of sensitive flesh stretching from his jaw to his collarbone somehow appears extra fetching as the handkerchief glides over it. You swallow away the lump in your throat, aware of him tracking every movement.

“What do we do now?”

Most of all you want to divert his attention to something other than your current proximity. Standing this close to him, his natural scent tickles your nose. You want to lick the unblemished skin around his pulse point, which does not seem appropriate given the circumstances. He just does things to you with his presence alone, and the last thing you need is him sensing the trajectory of your thoughts. How embarrassing would that be? So of course you have a tight leash on those emotions, the bond smothered to embers. Of course, he already has your number, judging by that fucking glint in his too-pretty eyes.

“Well, once you finish cleaning up the rest of this mess on me, we’ll need to change our outfits. Then I thought we could eat at that little Korean place you enjoy so much.”

Though the offer startles you, you don’t see a reason to decline. After the shit beginning to your evening, Korean sounds amazing. Every time he invites you out to dinner, All For One tends to pay since he’s loaded. You’re not penniless, but you can’t deny that with all the pies he’s poked his fingers into over these past few years versus your single stream of revenue, he has more money squirreled away in various places. He’s been active in the Underground longer than you have anyway.

“That sounds lovely,” you agree, swiping the last of the gunk away with a flourish. “Then maybe after dinner we can take a walk in the park.”

“Wonderful,” the tall villain in front of you drawls before reaching out to tuck a few stray wisps of hair behind your ear.

Heat suffuses your cheeks as you blush from the contact. He’s been doing that a lot lately. Little touches that fill you with a sort of longing you never expected to feel. He has to be aware of what he’s doing.

“Now, uh…how do we get back home like this? We can’t just walk outside covered in blood.”

“Of course not. What do you take me for, some rank ameteur? I always bring along a second set of clothing with me, just in case.”

That being said, he snapped his fingers, revealing two neat piles of clothes laid out on a low table. You can only stare at them for several beats of your heart. Your brain needs the time to reboot anyway. Does this mean what you think it means? Because what the actual fuck, All For One!? How often does this happen to him?! Instead of voicing those thoughts, however, you inhale as deeply as possible to center yourself, then ask a more neutral question instead.

“Don’t tell me. You have some sort of pocket dimension Quirk so you can carry around whatever you want in fucking hammerspace?”

All For One’s expression shifts into an all too familiar sight. One eyebrow arches in question, crinkles appear around his eyes, and an amused yet smug half-smile curls his soft lips. That says it all. Because of course he does. Why wouldn’t he? His backup plans have backup plans.

“I’m touched. You really do know me oh so well, don’t you, my sweet little heretic?”

…

*if you’re curious, each of their suits is worth 1,329,950 yen exactly—that’s 10k USD based on the yen to USD ratio today. :)

#afo x reader #afo x you #yandere x reader #all for one x reader #all for one x you #yandere all for one x reader #yandere afo #yandere all for one #yandere x willing reader #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha #reader insert fanfiction #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gender neutral language

[witchspeka]

Anyway, while still on the topic of Ritsu and maturity, I found it interesting that people tend to assume he's the older one when first watching the show

Ultimately, it does make sense because he's seemingly more responsible and reliable but that comes as a result of him walking on eggshells when it comes to Mob

Ritsu is actively trying to avoid stressing Mob out or bothering him in any way because he lives in fear of him getting overwhelmed and blowing up again

So, he takes away his responsability of being an older brother, he doesnt create any trouble or directly express any struggles lest Mob gets concerned

But that accomplishes nothing besides making them drift apart even more. Ritsu is constantly trying to manage Mob while Mob has gotten so used to Ritsu never struggling that he doesnt question his Perfect Brother act

They've both resigned to pretending The Incident didn't happen and when Mob does, eventually, bring it up, its too late. Ritsu pretends he did nothing but protect him to shield Mob from guilt, but Mob is already so deeply buried under self loathing that he refuses to properly process any of his emotions in fear that it'll result in hurting people

It's a fruitless task for both of them, they're not doing anything besides causing harm to themselves

One of the things that I love about their relationship is how messy it can be but like... ultimately they care about eachother

For a while its not certain whether Ritsu actually wants to help/protect Mob or if he's just doing it out of fear, to protect himself

Later on the answer becomes obvious, but even during their confrontation in the alleyway, Ritsu tries to claim he had no emotional investment in their relationship, that it was just an act

He's lying, most likely to purposefully hurt Mob, to convince himself that he won't let Mob influence him anymore, to live in fear of what he could do

A part of Big Cleanup is just Ritsu having an identity crisis, he's been defined by Mob's presence for so long, the admiration he once had for him mixing with fear

His desire to get powers is a reflection of that, at first he just wants them so he can reach his "standard", because his brother has them and Ritsu wants to be like him

But it eventually turns into something else, psychic powers aren't just a magic trick anymore, they're something dangerous, something that has hurt him

He wants psychic powers so he can defend himself, so he can have the courage to actually be honest with his brother

When he does gain them, when he finally faces Mob, he's finally achieved a sense of independence. He wants to cut Mob off so he can't be defined by him anymore

But, ultimately, that is not something he can do

Mob, who until now wasn't aware of Ritsu’s issues, who is still shocked by his real feelings, accepts them as they are

At the end of the day, they're still brothers, whether Ritsu likes it or not

Mob is quick to understand that Ritsu isn't fully honest, but that it isn't all a lie either. He takes responsibility for Ritsu's mistakes, asks for forgiveness from the people his brother has hurt, even if he had no part to play in any of it

Mob regains his position as an older brother. He listens to Ritsu, acknowledges the issue, then tries to set an example and asks for forgiveness on his behalf

UNFORTUNATELY this interaction stops here because some asshole decided to waltz in and ruin my catharsis

Still, I believe that after this is over, Ritsu remembers why he wanted to follow in his brother's footsteps in the first place (see: his conversation with Kamuro at the end of S1 and with Shimazaki)

Confession Arc is really the only time Ritsu is honest, both with himself and with Mob

There's no more hurdles to get through, he's got the powers he wanted, he can finally stand up against Mob

When Mob does actually lose control, he tries to stop him, he doesn't cower in fear anymore

Because he acknowledges that the person who hurt him isn't a dangerous, unexplainable entity. ???% is his brother just as much as the Mob who called him out during their confrontation but proceeded to stay by his side

People have put this into words better than I can but,,, yeah,,, I love this relationship so so much

#this got long so i slapped a read more on it #this is mostly rambling im just feeling Emotions #tune in next week when i talk about Ritsus sense of identity or lack thereof #this is a lie i wont have the time next week BUT maybe one day.... #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #ritsu kageyama #shigeo kageyama #cine te a intrebat

[dextivestudios]

Gender neutral in Italian: It’s messy.

Introduction

Since I was given the “keep it basic” answer when I said I don’t know how to refer to someone in a gender-neutral way in Italian, I decided to do a little digging, mainly on Reddit as forums are extremely useful and a good resource when you have a question about someone else’s culture, since you’re likely to get answers from people who live there

But before we go into how Italians are shaking up the language to make it more inclusive, let’s talk about the femminielli

The Femminielli

From Naples, the femminielli are historically males who present themselves in a feminine way since first recorded in the 16th century book de humane phsyiognomonia. Although, today they include gay men, transwomen, and nonbinary people. The historical famminielli were considered channels of God, due to not being seen as male or female. As a result, they were also considered good luck and took gambling by Neopolitans. The femminielli came from poor communities, especially The Spanish Quarter, so health conditions such as an enlarged goitre.

While some transwomen and nonbinary individuals identify this way, it is incorrect to call the femminielli identity transgender. It is its own category, considered a third gender and is one of many examples around the world that such a concept is not a modern day American invention. (As many Italians believe it is.)

Gender Neutral Italian

Now with a small bit of history out of the way, we can get into the mess that is trying to shift the Italian language. It is difficult to find any answers, due to Italy being a more conservative country, leading to the idea of adding inclusivity to the language being “extremist” in the eyes of many. That, or people just have a “that’s just the way the language rigidly works” attitude, despite the observable fact that languages change and evolve. Just look at the constant adoption and dropping of slang terms, or even do a small bit of research in etymology.

So, what are the proposed solutions?

There are a few proposed solutions to this concern, albeit most of them have not gone anywhere. There is the singular “loro,” but it just doesn’t work. There is -u, but it’s a masculine suffix in certain dialects. There is dropping the suffix and replacing it with an asterisk, although it’s only online and currently unpronounceable. Shwa is another internet-born solution, an upside-down lower-case e (or a 3 symbol for plural). While shwa is technically pronounceable, it’s considered awkward as it’s a new letter, and it sounds like you have a certain accent and can reach communication issues there. They’re all controversial for their own reasons.

A final solution, which appears to be the best one currently, is referring to someone as “questa persona” or “quella persona.” While it means the rest of the sentence will be feminine, you’re not calling someone a man or a woman. You could back it up by simply not using pronouns, as pronouns are often dropped anyways in Italian.

Conclusion

The technically correct way to go about it is to just use the masculine form, as it’s the default way to refer to people and is used in mixed-gendered groups. I don’t know if it will still be in like ten years, and I don’t have any say on if it changes at all as an English-speaking American. I simply wanted to find an answer that fits in the rules of the language and respects the culture I wish to someday visit.

It turns out that it’s a complicated mess with no perfect proposals that not even the people from the concerned culture know for sure what’s best. I’m not going to make any suggestions on what anyone else should do, as it’s not in my place to do so.

Sources

Italy and Non-binary : r/NonBinaryTalk

Unknown Gender : r/italianlearning

Any Italians using they/them in the native language? How do you translate it? : r/NonBinary

Italian equivalent of singular “they.” : r/italianlearning

A Simple Guide To The Complex Topic Of Gender-Neutral Pronouns

How to be gender inclusive in Italian ? : r/italianlearning

how to refer to non-binary people in Italian ? : r/italianlearning

Gender neutrality in languages with grammatical gender - Wikipedia

The Femminielli of Naples - Are We Europe

This 18th-Century Italian Painting Proves Gender Nonconformity Is Far From a Modern Invention

New evidence of ‘third gender’ people in art | by Marina Viatkina | Hidden Gem: Art Treasures through the lens of History | Aug, 2023 | Medium

#italian #language learning #italian culture #italian politics #lgbtq+ #nonbinary #gender stuff #romance languages

[invisiblegarters]

Only Friends Character Rankings - Ep 6

Well this was an episode, wasn't it? Finally the mess really begins and now the mettle of every single person who says that what they were looking forward to was messiness is about to be tested. Because every single one of these characters is gonna bring the mess, even the one we like best. Maybe especially the one we like best. Here comes the point when they really start to tear strips off each other. Can we handle it?

For myself, I can't definitively answer that (temptation compels me to say yes but also you just never know and I refuse to pretend otherwise) but I can say I can't WAIT to find out.

Character Rankings (Fave to Least Fave atm)

SAND. Sand my darling my shit stirrer my passive aggressive asshole. I've already made a whole post about how calculated he was in his manipulation this episode - he wound Ray up and watched him go, and literally only interfered when the result flared out at Nick. Which shows me exactly how little he cares about any of these people and desperately makes me need his ex to be alive and to show up real time because Sand has some very complicated, very unresolved issues there and frankly, caring about Ray or not I think he's still in love with them.

If they are dead though that would make a lot of sense, mostly because now Sand is sort of frozen in that place of betrayal and anger and yeah, love, thwarted as it was. It would also explain his need to destroy Top at the cost of everything else.

I still wonder if it was a woman. I want it to be Mix but we keep referencing that San likes both and he's yet to be seen with a woman, so.

And nope, did not miss his passive aggressive digs at Ray either. "I see why you like him." "He's lucky he has someone like you looking out for him." Especially that first one. Lbr that was entirely a dig and while I get it - he's smarting from everything that happened with Boston before (regardless of how hard he pushes it down it's still obvious) and he figures why the hell not, no one else gives a shit so why should I, I know exactly what I am to this person and it's practically nothing so what does it matter if I use him? Tit for tat - I'm not so far up his ass (yet, there's always next week) that I can't see how fucked up it is. I just also kind of love it. I'm impressed, tbh. I was fully expecting Sand to reveal the tape to Ray out of some stupid "I just want you happy wah" thing and to have him do it this way floored me. I have said before that what I want from his storyline with Ray is mutual destruction and if things keep going along on these lines I will be very pleased. That second fight still worries me though.

I will also say that I bet I'm angrier about Ray calling him a whore (twice! In less than ten minutes!) than Sand will probably be. Sand did this, he wound Ray up as I already said, and if there's one thing that has been entirely consistent with his character thus far it's that he takes responsibility (perhaps takes it when things aren't even really his fault). He takes responsibility for his own feelings and he takes responsibility when he fucks up. I can definitely see him deciding he earned what he got, even if Ray went straight for what he knew would hurt the most - hasn't Sand told him over and over that he's not going to be bought? - he also went straight for Ray's weakest spot to get what he wanted out of him. Tit for tat.

That said, I can very much also see him internalizing that that's what Ray thinks about him. Especially if that turns into Ray's go-to insult when they fight (as I guess it might just).

I'd say he's the episode MVP, but actually he's tied with

MEW. Oh, Mew. I keep saying that it's always the reserved ones that go the most nuts when crossed and neither Sand nor Mew has proven me wrong this episode. Also the man just has a delicious sense of drama and who doesn't love that? The way he lulled Top into thinking all was well and then lured him into believing that there would be sexy times, followed up by that fucking line. I screamed and then started cackling (very quietly, it was early here and people were sleeping). MEW YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND. I had clocked that he wasn't having fun and that he was extremely subdued about Top's showoff gift but him punching Ray really convinced me that he was gonna ignore everything Ray had been trying to say.

That said, they better not reveal that they cooked this up together because then why did Ray go full scorched earth? If it was a plan they could have executed it in pretty much any other way.

Nah, feels wrong to me. What I think is that Mew punched Ray because he was ruining Mew's on the spot plans to confront Top himself, but also because wow bestie how about we don't humiliate me in front of all our friends? Plus he knows that if he apologizes Ray will forgive him anything. It's a benefit of the whole BFF being in love with you business.

Loved the bath smile in the preview. My guess is he's gonna revenge fuck Ray, but only after Top thinks that he's forgiven him and they get back together. It'll be very messy. Why can't he fuck Sand instead that would be the ultimate revenge for both really.

Boston. Yeah, Boston. He read Ray to filth in this ep while ALSO trying to lead him into thinking that telling Mew about him and Top fucking behind his back would be just as bad as fucking Top behind his back. Like it's genius and fucked up and eighteen levels of wrong and it ultimately didn't work but jesus.

And then at the end of the whole mess he is the only one who got to go home with a dude that still wants him. And I have to appreciate that that's because Nick already knew. Sure it wasn't fun to hear I bet but it's not like it's not something Boston hasn't been clear about.

He got a reprieve this week but I suspect he knows that. He's gonna go gunning for Nick too because he's not a dumb man and he can put two and two together and get four (even though sometimes it suits his purposes to make five instead) and it's gonna dawn on him sooner than later that he has someone very very close to him who has access to all kinds of fun spy equipment, doesn't he? Why yes he does.

Looking forward to watching Mew yeet him into the pool next ep though.

Ray. I love mess, and boy howdy did Ray bring it this ep. I'm incredibly unsure why he decided to burn all his bridges so spectacularly, but well, he's drunk and maybe high definitely feeling sorry for himself and we don't always make the best decisions in those situations. Seen speculation that he fully intends on hurting himself by getting behind the wheel and yeah, that also rings true.

He also knows just where to hit everyone where it hurts and he didn't hold back, did he? If I can't blame or hate Boston for what he did last ep then the same must be said for Ray - he wasn't spewing anything that wasn't true...until he got to Sand. There it was entire untruths but I don't like Ray enough to try to unpack that, especially since my less than rosy view of Ray means that I am inclined to think the worst. Frankly what I want to say is that all Sand is to Ray, whether he's actually paying for it or not, but even I know that's uncharitable. See, growth (mine, not Ray's - I think we've got at least three episodes before we see growth from Ray).

And frankly I don't think Boston was entirely wrong that he hopes that Mew finding out about Top and Boston will send him to Ray's arms - it's not the whole reason he needs Mew to know, but yeah. it's there in the back of his mind. I still don't blame him for telling him.

But also I'm with Sand - getting in a car the way he is isn't entirely about him, he could seriously hurt someone else and that pisses me the fuck off. I have a real bug bear about drunk driving. No excuse is a good excuse for that shit and that's why he's lower than Boston this week. Fuck him for that honestly.

Top. This might be controversial, but I feel kind of bad for Top this ep. I mean, not horribly bad, I was having a great time watching everything fall apart around him, but a little bad.

And here's the reason why: I don't think that he is entirely playing a part with Mew. I do think he likes him - not sure if I buy love but he does like him, perhaps a lot. The man is a nasty piece of work who slips into cocky assholery way too easily for my tastes, but I also think that he's kind of put in that role and so goes with it. He did try to be cordial with Sand this ep - kind of insane when you think about the fact that Sand hates him, Top knows Sand hates him, and he also knows why - but he didn't switch to assholery until he took his cue from Sand. Same when he ran into Sand with his car - he was sorry and worried but then Sand wouldn't follow that script so he followed. He does the same thing with Boston when they interact.

I think he enjoys being with Mew because Mew lets him be the best version of himself. But of course the asshole is still there underneath, he can't run from it, so it all falls apart around his ears. I do think he holds genuine affection for Mew, but what does that matter when he's screwed over so many people in the past? I think he also likes the novelty of doing love and sex Mew's way, but I also believe that he'll only play the penitent for so long before he loses patience. I'm curious to see if I'm right, and how things will go if so.

Chuem. Every time this woman opened her mouth it was to be a dick. Like, damn. I knew she wasn't some sweet angel but I get the impression the only one of her friends she really likes is Mew. Curious why, because she seemed to at least like Ray well enough two years ago. At the very least Mew is the only one that she's not casually cruel to.

Nick. Babe. You're pretty but I'm gonna need you to do something okay? Yes, even if your revenge hits Sand at least it'll hit SOMEONE. Because right now you're just a succession of "oh shit" faces and I need more.

Relationships (Most to Least Fave atm)

TopMew. Yep. They finally got really interesting and beat out BostonNick. I am so curious what Mew is gonna do to Top. I already said that my top guess is making Top work for it, making him think he's forgiven him...and then fucking Ray and making sure he finds out about it. This suspicion will turn into a certainty if he finds out that Top fucked Boston because he thought there something happened with him and Ray.

Nick and Sand. I want them to hash it out and make up. I said I'd be okay if Nick's revenge hit Sand but I really won't be haha, I want them to end the show still friends. They are usually really good at talking to each other so I have some hope. Don't let these men you probably won't even know anymore in a year screw up a friendship that might actually last beyond college, guys. Also you should make out.

Sand and Top and the ex. The way I am being teased about this is not nice. GIMME. I want answers, don't care how I want them now. Make it messy please. Please please please please please I want the ex to show up like a wrecking ball and for Sand to utterly lose all his shit over it.

BostonNick. Still think these two deserve each other. Am READY for Boston to put two and two together and get Nick fucking bugged his car, though. And maybe he can get Nick to play the recording from him since at this point he and Chuem are the only two who haven't heard it. I am curious to see what if anything Nick does when it all falls apart. I kind of want him to ascend to unhinged lengths as yet unseen.

SandRay. I guess the mask is off now (even though I kinda think it was always off, lol). I do not ship this. They are bad for each other and Ray especially needs to just not be anywhere near a romantic relationship, but especially not with Sand who has a serious caretaking complex that is going to foster some really nasty codependence, as well as a far too patient streak which will only encourage Ray to keep lashing out at him whenever he wants (yes this ep he did what he did but I cannot stress enough that it wasn't really about Ray. Oh, he took his shots but at it's heart this was all about getting at Top. Top is a special case for Sand, he's a dude who riles him up just by existing. Ray might get there eventually but currently he's nowhere near on Top's level for Sand, he'll put up with perhaps a LOT more before he finally gets to that point).

Every week I worry that Sand is gonna enter his doormat era, and every week they've neatly dodged it happening. But oh, we still have six weeks to go and the worst fight is yet to come so that worry ain't fading anytime soon.

As I've said, mutual destruction is more fun for me so this ep wasn't half bad on that front. If things stay in this vein I might actually work around to enjoying it as a disaster ship.

In Conclusion

I'm gonna need everyone to stop it with the slut shaming, please. Boston's an ass, but he's not an ass because he likes to sleep around and I'm kind of tired of the conflation of the two.

#only friends #only friends the series #rankings

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Happy WW! If you had to put the boys in an AU, what would it be and how would it play out?👀

Happy WW Spike!! Oh god, there are way too many AUs that I like, but I'm currently very inspired by monster stuff so I am actually gonna choose my own Werewolf!John/Dean AU because I wanna write more about it haha (hence obligatory sorry for length) TLDR: John gets turned into a werewolf, complicated feelings happen and he turns Dean After Dean is turned, things get a little complicated especially with him and Sam. He absolutely tries to hide what happened from Sam because Sam doesn't know either of them are wolves but also, some of his old feelings for his brother mix with new ones because now part of him views his brother as prey/a food source and Dean does not like that part at all. Sam finding out about John and Dean being wolves is one of the biggest reasons he leaves. Because they didn't tell him and also Sam (rightfully) assumes that it was something John did to Dean without his consent and so his trust in his family is very much lost. Things play out as normal until John disappears. Dean assumes that maybe a hunter has gotten to him, and even though he's very worried that that means that he'll lead other hunters to his brother, he still goes to Sam, Jess still dies and they go on a road trip. I think stuff is a lot, lot lonelier, especially for Dean. Dean has to constantly be careful not to get caught, so he doesn't have any relations to any other hunters. He hasn't seen Bobby in years and the roadhouse is also completely out of the question. Sam is the one to actually build up some relations, though it makes Dean incredibly nervous because... well, werewolf. Dean wouldn't really allow himself any relations at all. Not even sexual, because the whole heart-eating thing often gets mixed in with his sexual lust so he's worried he's gonna do something he will never come back from. As a result, he's much, much clingier towards Sam. Sam is the one who knows their secret, and things get even more co-dependent even quicker. A lot of things would change storywise I think. John would still die because Yellow-Eyes would want him dead, however Sam doesn't die in S2 (bc plot reasons), but they still open the gates of hell. As a result, a lot of hunters are on their case and I think it might actually be revealed that Dean is a wolf. They spent that Season on the run and in the end, Dean does die and ends up in purgatory while Sam makes it out. Dean meets John in purgatory and they spent a bunch of very messy, very feral months with each other while Sam is desperately trying to find a way to get his brother back and both heaven and hell are searching for a way to get Dean out of purgatory because they need the man to start the apocalypse. Sam works with demons (esp. Crowley) to get Dean back out, is double crossed and they start the apocalypse. I think this AU would not end well, with Sam ending up in the cage but Dean is unable to even have a life without Sam because without Sam, he has no one. No Lisa or Ben to return to. So, he probably spends the rest of his day hunting and being hunted, entirely alone until he either dies or Castiel decides to raise Sam again <3 Dean and Sam's relationship in this would be very, very messy and Dean would constantly try to hold himself back from eating Sam's heart while Sam is the only one who can truly accept him for who he is. It's very deeply co-dependent, unhealthy. Sam does not need Dean in the same way Dean needs him, but he still wants to give Dean what he needs. They'd probably hook up at some point during this, though it's very tentative and probably with Dean restrained in some way because he's scared of hurting anyone <3

#This is a mess #But I like this AU #I wanna write something about it eventually #Wincest Wednesday #Samdean