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rustedhearts · 6 months

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blue christmas (boxer!steve harrington x fem!librarian reader)

summary: it's christmas time, and your boyfriend's traveling the country kicking ass. will he make it home in time—or will you be spending christmas alone?

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ the king of the ring (1989) ✶ christmas carols ✶ main masterlist

tags: christmas!; descriptors for libby's friends but of course, not libby; kinda hurt/comfort (she's just a sad girl!); fluff; alcohol consumption; nothing major.

"i'll have a blue christmas without you. i'll be so blue just thinking about you. decorations of red on a green christmas tree, won't be the same dear, if you're not here with me."

— blue christmas, elvis presley

hawkins, indiana. december 1989.

“I can’t believe you won’t be here.”

The ribboned rubber of the telephone cord curled around your finger. You pouted at the flowered fabric of your bedspread, imagining Steve in a little Christmas sweater he’d never wear—but he’d be here. Cozy, warm, big and bulky under layers of cable-knit.

Christmas was in three days, and your boyfriend wouldn’t even be here.

“I know, angel,” Steve sighed through the phone. “‘m sorry. I wish I could."

And he does. It's your first holiday season together—your first winter full of fluffy white snow, and cold afternoons that make you want to curl up and sleep the days away. It was the season of love and affection; the time of the year meant for nuzzling noses and burying in coats for warmth.

You imagined so many times what the holiday season would look like if Steve were here to stroll through the town square holding your mittened hand. He'd come up for weekends—twice since the beginning of November—but it was never long enough. He'd get in Friday night, and have to leave Sunday morning. You never got to sleep in and feign domestic bliss, tangled in his sheets in the white, early light.

Too many times, Steve kissed your head in a half sleep and whispered his goodbye; a note on his pillow where his head was supposed to be.

Angel,

I'll miss you more than ever.

—Steve

"Me too," you mumbled, pout evident in the huff and puff of your quiet words. You let your chin fall to your arm propped on the edge of your bed, glaring ahead at your wallpaper.

The house fogged with warmth from a home-cooked meal roasting in the oven downstairs. Your mother had a jazzy Christmas tune pipping from the stereo on the counter. Your father—last you checked forty minutes ago—was reading the paper in his armchair beneath the yellow lamplight of the living room. Your brother was somewhere up the street getting into trouble with his friends, driven to boredom without school to keep them busy. You had a Christmas party to attend tomorrow night, and you still hadn't picked an outfit, or wrapped your Secret Santa gift.

"Baby," Steve sighed. "C'mon, don't...don't make me feel bad."

You rolled onto your back. "I'm not, I'm not...I'm sorry."

Commotion clattered behind Steve—hotel doors opening and closing, voices muttering. The bed springs squeaked with his shifting. Your chest ached and squeezed with what you already knew was coming.

"I gotta go, angel...I'll call you later, alright? Be good f' me?"

You pinched your eyes shut, willing the stinging to stop. You nodded without words a moment, and then heard the buzz of his waiting. "Okay...love you."

"Love you too, baby. Bye."

"Blue Christmas" spun on Lisa's turn table in the sunken den of her parent's basement living room. Still stuck in 1975 and decorated by her mother for the sole purpose of hosting cocktail parties, it was the perfect place for Lisa to hold her first "adult" holiday party: pink shag carpet, silver-tinseled Christmas tree, pastel wrapping and perfect bows, and geometric decor of diamonds and stars on the wood-paneled wall.

Lisa, Holly, Tammy (and even yourself) dressed in their best getups, hair and makeup perfected for Polaroids. They already snapped enough to cover the end table, and in every single one, your smile never met your eyes. You were too concerned with ruining Lisa's highly-anticipated party to be a drag, but the lack of Steve really weighed on you.

"Oh, honey," Holly sighed, padding her way over to you. She flopped onto the sofa beside you, arm wrapped around your shoulders. "You miss him real bad, huh?"

You sighed, head falling onto her arm. "That obvious?"

She sipped her (fourth) cocktail—something red and fruity and rimmed with crushed candy cane. "You haven't spoken a word in thirty minutes. It was just a hunch."

"I thought he'd at least...try to be here. I mean, he doesn't have a fight until next week. He could fly back and forth—but maybe that's...not right of me to ask that."

Holly hummed, setting her coupe glass on the Polaroid table. She turned to you, blonde hair neatly curled and pinned on either side, and pursed her glossy mouth.

"It's not too much to ask, hun. If he wanted to be here, he'd be here. He said he loves you, then he wouldn't miss your first Christmas together."

You peered at her, wondering if this were true. From their place near the tree, arranging gifts and flicking through Elvis albums, Lisa and Tammy looked up.

"Oh, that's not true!" Tammy squawked. "He's just busy. They're talkin' about him all the way in New York now."

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, stomach twisting. "They are?"

If Steve were truly gaining popularity across the east coast, you had more than just a missed Christmas to worry about. You sensed its arrival—his fame and popularity. Steve was up and coming, and he had an aggression not many fighters had these days. He had the drive, the passion, the determination. You saw it all in his eyes. You knew he wouldn't stop until he was the best, and he wasn't afraid to make the sacrifices necessary to be just that.

And maybe it was selfish of you to want him all to yourself—but you've never felt this way about anyone before. Steve was everything.

"Oh, Libby," Lisa cooed, hurriedly rushing your way. Tammy followed, and soon they were all surrounding you, perched on the sofa and the coffee table.

"It'll be okay! He loves you, it's so obvious. You just have to realize...maybe his career will always come first. You just have to find a way to be okay with that," Lisa offered meekly.

You nodded, but only because your tongue felt like lead in your mouth. The girls glanced at each other momentarily, and then Holly stood in a flash of sparkly, bubblegum pink and glitter.

"Well, to hell with Steve! Let's get drunk and open presents."

The glasses drained themselves, really. The records spun and scratched, the pretty, gilded wrapping paper shred to pieces, and the girls in the den soon became nothing but giggling messes. When you got bored of the music, you turned to the television, turning the knob until you reached a fuzzy, pixelated picture of It's A Wonderful Life, though the static-y voices fell on deaf ears.

"Oh, it's darling, Libby, really," Holly gushed, holding up the pink satin slip you gifted her for Christmas.

Holly was easiest to shop for—she'd be pleased with anything pink, soft, and fancy.

"I'm glad you—hic!—like it. And I love my book, Tammy. It's so beautiful."

The book, a cloth-bound classic, was wine-colored and gorgeous. It was so pretty you didn't even want to put it on the shelf. It would sit on your dresser for a little while to look at.

Lisa gave Tammy a pair of red Mary Janes, and Holly gave Lisa a new set of hot rollers. The remains of the wrapping paper sat in bits and pieces around you on the carpet, and you had to shoo away Lisa's cocker spaniel, Lady, before she ate it all. She trudged into your lap, shedding soft hair over your dress as you stroked her long, floppy ears, watching the pink-flushed faces of your friends through the glowing white light of the Christmas tree.

Despite Steve's absence, you were happy. You had your friends.

The giggles faded when the doorbell rang through the house. Lisa waved it off, peering up the steps of the den toward the first floor. "Probably just a caroler. Ignore it."

But the doorbell rang again. Lisa huffed, and Tammy and Holly giggled as she fumbled up the steps. In her absence, they turned to you, all gushing over each other's presents and asking after more cocktails. They kissed at Lady in your lap and tossed popcorn at her waiting mouth, and you fell in line with the amusement until Lisa's socked feet came flapping into the room.

"Libby, Steve's here."

You weren't sure you heard her right. The giggles dwindled again, and your hand stilled over Lady's head in a half-stroke. Your heart was in your mouth, pulsing dumbly.

"W-what?"

Lisa, out of breath and wide-eyed, had her hands on her hips with an ecstatic smile. "He's here. Steve, he's here—he's waiting outside."

"Well, for God's sake, Lisa, why didn't you invite him in?" Tammy chimed in.

Lisa shot her a glare. "He said he'd wait outside for her! Probably heard your cackling and got too scared to come in."

Holly soothed your friend's sting with a half-hug around Tammy's shoulders, but you were still numb. You carefully scooped Lady up and placed her on the floor, away from the wrapping paper. You pushed to your feet, smoothing down the skirt of your dress. You put your book on the sofa, and turned to your friends still on the floor.

"Do I...do I look alright?"

"Gorgeous, babe," Holly beamed. "Let me just..."

She stood, reaching up to fix your hair. She fluffed it, poofed it, found your purse on a hook near the door and spritzed your perfume at the crown of your head, and under your ears. She handed you your lipgloss and a mirror, and when you were content with the pink-eyed doeness of your appearance, you stepped toward the stairs.

"Go, go!" Lisa ushered you, giving you a nudge.

You steadied yourself on the wall, steps careful and cautious. Those drinks made you a little woozy, but nothing felt as fuzzy as the thought of Steve waiting for you in the snow. He came all the way here, for you. Your cheeks warmed at the very thought. Your stomach crawled its way up to your throat.

You made your way through the house, taking one last glance in the nearest mirror, before pulling open the door.

A cold rush immediately burst into the house, but any thought of shivering fled your mind at the sight of Steve looming before your eyes. Brown leather coat, black sweater, Levi jeans tight at the hips and loose at the calves. He had his hands cupped around his mouth, blowing hot, white air into his palms—but at the sound of your steps, at the scent of you, he stopped.

All you could do, for just a moment, was stare. Three long weeks since you last saw him—those perfect, round hazel eyes, those high, rosy cheeks. The tip of his nose was wind-nipped pink, the tops of his ears blown red. He smelled like vetiver and leather cologne, and he looked beautiful.

"Oh, Steve."

You crashed into his chest, arms wound tight around his stomach. He enveloped you in his own, holding you as close as he could; and the warmth of him immediately melded with yours. You buried your nose into his chest and hummed, eyes pinched shut just to hold onto this. This moment, this scene, this feeling of him so close after so long apart. You didn't want to let go.

"Merry Christmas, angel," he whispered, and then his mouth sat atop your head, pressing it into a kiss.

When the cold got unbearable, you pulled Steve inside. Fingers intertwined and cheeks sore with grinning, you skipped your way back down to the den where your friends feigned innocence despite their heaving breaths.

"Well look who's here," Holly cooed, watching you tug Steve down the steps.

You giggled, tipping into his side, one foot coming to kick up giddily. You felt like a schoolgirl with her very first crush. That's how love should always be, right?

"Steve, you know everyone. This is Lisa, Holly, and Tammy. Girls, this is Steve."

Your friends waggled their fingers in bashful little waves, and Steve lifted a wide palm in hello. You could smell the Marlboros on his coat, see the outline of a new pack in the front of his pocket. His hands were starting to warm up against your own.

"And this is Lady," you cooed, watching the cocker spaniel sniff at Steve's boots.

You dipped down and scooped her up, bringing her up against your chest to wave a tiny paw at Steve. He cracked a sideways smile, reaching out to scratch at her chin. You let her scamper back over toward the girls by the tree, and turned to Steve with your fingers looped together behind your back.

You could barely contain the giddy glee flooding through your body. Steve noticed. He nicked you under the chin with a gentle knuckle, and another small kiss placed on your sticky mouth.

"You girls been drinkin'?" he gruffed, thumb pressing on your bottom lip.

You shrugged. "A little. It's Christmas, Steve."

He hummed, eyeing the dazzled, feminine setup of the room. A mess of pretty paper, tinsel knocked astray, empty coupe glasses and picked-at pigs-in-a-blanket and bowls of snacks, a dog sniffing around for scraps and attention—harmless, he decided. Maybe even sweet.

As if waiting for his approval, and recognizing the submission, Steve turned back to you with a small smile. "Okay."

You took him by the hand again, tugging him toward the tree. "Come on."

But Steve paused, tugging you with just the resistance of his solid stance, snapping back like a rubber-band.

"Wait, honey..." You turned to him, and he reached into the lining of his coat. "Got somethin' for you."

He pulled out a slim, black velvet box. You pressed your lips into a smile and huddled close.

"But, Steve...yours is at home—"

"—shh. Just open it."

You were acutely aware of your friends craning to see over your shoulder from their place on the floor, petting mindlessly at Lady and munching at shortbread. But in this moment, it was just you and Steve. And he watched you intently once he handed over the box, gnawing at his own lip. God, he wanted a smoke. He just wanted you to love it.

You pushed the box open, hinges snapping back to reveal a navy blue satin lining, and a gorgeous golden locket strung inside. An "S" sat etched on the center of an intricately engraved heart, adorned with swirling roses on a delicate chain.

"Oh, Steve." It was all you seemed to be able to say today.

"D' you like it?" he asked, voice edged with worry.

You fingered at the locket, feeling the cool metal. "I love it, Steve. It's gorgeous."

He exhaled. "Good. Lemme put it on."

With fingers too big for such delicate things, he plucked the necklace from its box and pulled the clasp open. You spun around, moving your hair out of the way for his hands. With your back to him, you could properly convey your excitement to your friends, who mirrored your beaming grin with equal delight.

The locket rested perfectly in the center of your chest, and once clasped, you felt it against your skin with your palm.

"Thank you, Steve. I love it so much."

Steve, hands braced on your shoulders, tipped his head and kissed your cheek. "Anything, angel. It's all yours."

Lisa snapped the head of a gingerbread-man cookie off with her teeth, and Holly cooed. Tammy busied herself with the dog.

But you had a band of butterflies in your stomach and a drum line in your chest, and you turned to look up at Steve with nothing but adoration.

"Look inside." He nudged his nose toward the locket again.

Wedging a nail between the hinges, you popped the heart open. A crudely-cut picture of yourself and Steve—so minuscule it would be difficult to discern from a blob if you hadn't recognized the very moment captured in time—sat in a black and white fashion in the heart.

Another smile at Steve, loving and sweet. "Who knew you were so romantic, Steve Harrington?"

He tucked his bruised fists into his coat pockets and shrugged. "I try."

Steve had hours before he had to leave and a plane ticket burning a hole in his back pocket—but it was Christmas, and he'd do anything, even blow off his coach and a team full of people, if it meant seeing your pretty face.

"Merry Christmas, angel."

The softest of kisses shared between warm mouths. Strawberry-cigarette smooches were what life was all about.

"Merry Christmas, Steve."

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the-evil-lovable-simp · 6 months

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The Amazing Digital Circus

Caine x Programmed Villain reader

Part 1

(I kinda of based (y/n) on an old way I used to draw myself)

(Also readers gender not really mentioned but it's kinda more on the boy side. Yay gay)

The game was getting a new update, Caine was curious and just a bit excited, he got everyone up just a bit earlier than they normally do.

Pomni and Ragatha agreed and went, with Kinger and Gangle slowly behind and Zooble and Jax had to be dragged there by Caine. They went outside the tent to see part of the grounds be nothing but 0's and 1's all moving around with a bunch of shapes being thrown around with it.

"Wait, what's going on?" Zooble said sounding curious but still bored.

"I'm glad you asked Zooble! The Amazing Digital Circus is getting an update!" Caine announced proudly.

"It's probably going to be even worse than what we've already got here," Jax mumbled right before he got hit in the head by an object that Caine definitely didn't make and throw at him.

"I hope it's something to get out of here," Pomni said sadly, and Caine ignored that comment. He floated there waiting, watching the update turn into something. They all watched and then got really disappointed when it turned into a cave, it didn't even look nice, it was gloomy, dark and spikey.

"Come on everyone, let's go check it out!" Caine said grabbing his cane and gesturing to the new feature in the game.

"Ugh, what?!" Zooble groaned as Jax snickered.

Pomni looked frightened but Ragatha reassured her as they all walked to the cave, well, except Caine he floated. As they all walked in they expected to see a dingy damp cave inside.

"Oh look, noth........ing," Jax started to say with a smug face until he saw what was in the cave. There was dark blue carpet and purple patterned diamond wallpaper, there was a chandelier on the ceiling and lots of expensive-looking furniture, and few potted plants. It was way bigger on the inside, this made Pomni nearly have another mental breakdown. But what shocked them the most they heard a voice, they could hear it singing, and they could hear it get louder and louder. They all started to realise that, that meant a new character came with the new update, they listened carefully.

"I'm beggin', beggin' you~" They all listened and heard the footsteps getting closer. Caine watched with bated breath, knowing that the person who walks through that door was going to be someone who was part of this game like him who he didn't make and wouldn't abstract.

"So put your loving hand out Darlin'~" they saw this person walk through the door. They had no nose, a dark blue suit on, round cartoonish purple shoes, and cartoon gloves but instead of being round they were sharp and the person had a wide grin with a full set of sharp teeth, with very scruffy spikey hair. They had their eyes shut and were sorting out their purple bow tie, acting like they had just gotten dressed. They opened their eyes they were hot pink and orange patterned rings.

"Ridin' high, when I was-" they stopped, looking at everyone who was now in their house. Suddenly a bit of shadowing formed around their eyes, and their smile got wider if that was even possible, it kinda looked like they got more teeth the more they smiled. They put both their hands behind their back and pulled out two guns and pointed them directly at the group, who were startled at this point. (This is you, and I'm changing they to you now) They wondered where you got the guns from and were worried about what you were planning on doing with them, well, except for Caine he knew where they came from but he was more worried about their existence, surely they weren't family friendly. Your pupils shrunk.

"HAHAhahAhahHAHhahAHhaAa" you balefully cackled, everyone exited the cave, a few trips on the way, as bullets flew everywhere. Everyone was outside the cave,

"What the £%$& was that!?" Zooble shouted

"Watch your language," Caine answered

"%$£& you," they said flipping him off and slowly walking back to the tent.

Everyone jumped as they heard more laughing coming from the cave.

A stretched leg came out of the cave and then the rest of the body came with, instead of having guns you now had a massive mallet and a bomb, that lit when you looked at it, and you launched it in the air.

"Hey freakface, you missed" Jax said, but then the bomb came back down and you got in position and then hit the bomb with your mallet.

It flew across the sky, everyone watched including the sun and the moon, as it headed towards Zooble, they turned around right on cue.

"Oh $%-" and then the bomb exploded, not too much harm was done, they were still alive at least.

As soon as everyone saw this they started to panic and ran in different directions. A few more bombs were thrown and everyone was screaming.

Caine didn't know what to do he didn't expect the new update to turn out like this, then he looked down and his pupils shrunk.

Everyone stopped running around when they realised the bombs had stopped, they also heard yelling and looked back at the cave. They saw Caine being dragged by stretched arms leading into the darkness of the cave.

"Everyone! Your next adventure is....!" He gripped the floor to try and finish his sentence.

"To rescue me!" and then he vanished.

…

To be continued

#tadc caine #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc x reader #tadc caine x reader #the amazing digital circus caine x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #x villain reader #villain

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cupids-chamber · 2 years

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May I ask for some headcanons for Cater, Jade, Jamil, Epel and Idia with an s/o that gets easily flustered please?

❝ 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠? .ᐟ ❞ A very easily flustered s/o...

GENDER NEUTRAL READER

IDIA SHROUD

You and him both, it's quite cute to be honest. It's kind of like a soft-core middle-school romance, but it's adorable to watch. Both of you making soft gestures to one another and being flustered.

One time Idia's hands glided over yours and you both were burning up! Idia wont admit it but he finds that the best part of your relationship, and if you were to check the man's phone. It would be filled with pictures he snuck of your adorable flustered face.

EPEL FELMIER

Being with you has been a constant ego and pride boost for Epel, yet he cant help but be a tinsy bit flustered with you as well. He tries his best to appear 'manly' and confident in this relationship, but he's fairly new to the whole ordeal.

That being said, you both are couple goals. Epel enjoys being around you and finds your easily flustered nature alluring.

JAMIL VIPER

Jamil finds your flustered nature adorable, he might just make a couple jokes about it as well, he loves it when you laugh, while a slight hue of pink adorned your face, be it un-noticeable or noticable.

He enjoys the reactions he can get from you. And what brings him the greatest of joy is that he is the reason you have such reactions. And that he causes such adorable reactions from you.

JADE LEECH

The eel would take notice of your flustered nature, pretty early on. Probably before you both got together. He finds your reactions delectable! And amusing. Yet that's what he loves about you.

Your flustered nature is so cute and adorable. That he can't help but tease you about it! And by teasing... A lot of teasing... But he won't say anything that would hurt your feelings! After all. He craves your happiness above all else.

CATER DIAMOND

Cater squeezed your cheeks lightly as you pouted. Cater loved teasing you like this, making subtle flirty comments and seeing you flush up. And then smothering you in affection.

He loved how expressive you were. It was a form of proof to him that you actually loved him back.

Cater also loves taking pictures when you're extremely flustered. Probably has one as his wallpaper...

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westleywithatea · 5 months

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Rise of the Guardians/ Guardians of Childhood mobile wallpaper.

Happy belated Anniversary, Rise of the Guardians movie.

Medium: IbisPaint X

The ratio is 16:9 , which fits most mobile phones.

Wallpaper also found on my Instagram.

[Image ID: Motifs of the Rise of the Guardians movie and the Guardians of Childhood book saga are set against a starry dark blue backdrop. Dreamsand decorate the top while frost decorate the bottom. A large G hovers above a pentagon, surrounded by small colored shapes (a red square, a yellow circle, a green triangle, a pink diamond, and a blue hexagon). Inside the pentagon are a glowing star, a pillow, an hourglass, a book, an Easter egg, a snowflake, a Christmas present, and a tooth. Outside the pentagon are a moon, a goose, a hummingbird, a globe, a saber, a flower, a spear, and a wizard hat.]

Timelapse video.

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nonobadcat · 1 year

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Afo on valentine with pregnant reader maybe if your ok with requests 🥺

Whoot! Finally had time to sit down and work on this! ❤️

I think the answer of how AFO would be with a pregnant lover depends on which country's Valentines Day we're talking about. In western style countries I'm sure there would be wining and dining but, since BNHA is set in Japan, I decided to go with a Japanese style holiday.

In Japan, women are expected to be the predominate provided of the holiday. This turns around on White Day in March when the men return the favor with gifts. There are several types of chocolate for Valentine's day: Giri (obligation), Honmei (true love: sounds suspiciously like homemade), Tomo (friends), Jibun (I bought for myself), and Fami (family). There are also reports of Gyaku (man to woman gifted) chocolate, but I get the impression most guys just wait for White Day.

All For One x Pregnant Reader Valentine's Day

Puffy coat lapels clutched tight to your neck, you dodged past yet another line snaking out from the tidy, pink and red mottled store fronts of the Roppongi Hills shopping center. Banners and LED adverts flashed limited edition everything from gold foiled chocolate truffles to "lovey dovey" rice crackers. Even Kitty Diamond, the slick, luxury pet shop, had swapped their usual clean, white window display for a flood pastels hearts. The mournful amber eyes of the plush Persian kittens for sale looked like a glowing sunset against their coral colored collars.

Squinting against the ferocious February wind, you stuffed the straps of your canvas bag into your armpit and braced the package tight against your chest. Out past the rose garden, you trudged down the sloping sidewalks towards the south entrance of Roppongi Station. As you passed L'Atelier du Pain, the French bakery, the odor of buttery baked goods made your bulging belly flutter. You groaned and patted your stomach.

"I told you at the first store, it's no good. I'm pretty sure that anything that smells that nice isn't on that troll doctor's 'recommended diet' list." You rolled your eyes. "Though I think his obsessing over my nutrient balance is going to give me higher blood pressure than any amount of potato chips."

When you reached the sparkling glass and rosy brass front of the luxury high rise, the doorman nearly tripped over himself to greet you. A nervously mumbled "welcome back" accompanied by averted eyes left you scowling. Clearly, someone had gotten short with the staff for "looking too long", again.

Honestly. You assumed, at first, that being visibly pregnant with his child would make the ever possessive Shigaraki feel more secure. However, even since seeing those two pink lines, your husband seemed more territorial than ever. Seeing the security guard's face almost made you want to extend your outing just to get away from the stifling apartment a little while longer. However, the throb of your swollen feet reminded you what a stupid idea that was.

Knowing that any further contact would make things worse, you strolled past the man and headed straight to the elevator. The sound of your annoyed toe tapping on the glossy, granite was your only companion. The glowing numbers crawled up floor by floor until they halted at the penthouse suite. With the tinny ding, you waddled off the lift and leaned against the creamy canvas wallpaper just beside your sumptuous, high rise flat.

Setting your purchase on polished, glittering tiles, you finished deep into your purse for your key. Your bag caught the edge the limited release vase on the hall table. You gasped. Lunging forward, your grabbed its lip before it could tumble to the floor. Heart pounding, you straightened the fresh flowers. Looking at the hasty arrangement made you purse your lips. No good. Compared to the perfectly crafted ikebana that usually sat outside the door, your efforts were a mess.

"Oh well," you sighed, turning back to the task at hand. "Not like it matters."

After all, one of his followers put a fresh arrangement in it every day.

You pressed your finger to the biometric scanner before turning the tumblers. The door slipped open on smooth hinges. As you balanced the load against your hip, a pink and white tag, decorated with a rolly polly infant, danged from your purse. Just as you leaned for the other bag, a large hand grasped your shoulder.

"I'll get that."

Without looking up, you shook your head at the owner of the smooth baritone and groped for your purchase "You're fussing again."

Shigaraki's pale fingers plucked the bag from the floor, hoisting it high over your head with a grin one tooth too wide to be kind. "You enjoy a little fussing," he teased, letting the goods swing from his pointer.

You reached out, snatching at your purchase. He sneered before raising it five centimeters beyond your finger tips. As you rocked onto the balls of your feet, straining for the handles, he leaned back, letting the bag bounce off his massive shoulder.

"Give it back!"

He chuckled, rocking it back and forth in the hanging air. "Why? It's for me isn't it?"

"For tonight! Not now!" Carefully shuffling sore breasts aside, you crossed your arms and grumbled. "Patience is not your virtue, is it?"

A massive palm engulfed your head, patting it twice before rubbing small circles at the edge of your scalp. "And following instructions is not yours." He nodded to the window at the end of the hall. A gust of wind rattled the pane. "I distinctly recall The Doctor telling you not to strain yourself this late in the pregnancy."

You pried his hand off your head and huffed. "A few block walk is hardly straining myself."

"In the cold and up hill?"

"It's 10C and I'm wearing a down jacket."

Red eyes narrowed. "With the zipper open."

You rolled your eyes. "...and who's fault is it that I've gained 10kgs?"

As a thick tongue darted out to wet his lips, your husband rested his hand on the shelf of your stomach. "It looks good on you."

Embarrassed heat flushed your cheeks. "Pervert," you spat, shouldering past him.

Planting your purse on the wall hook, you peeled off your coat and dropped it along side your bag. Braced one arm against the wall, you curled your finger inside your heel before tugged off your shoes. As you stepped from the gekkan onto the main floor, thick arms shoved themselves under your knees. Wide eyes looked up into a blinding, fanged grin.

"What sweets did my darling Valentine bring me?"

You gulped. "M-malted chocolate whiskey cake."

"Whiskey?" Crimson delight danced below long white lashes as he kicked the front door shut. "Not planning to share with me then?"

You raised an eye brow. "The All For One? Sharing with others?" With a shrug, you laid your head upon his shoulder and prodded his chest. "Seems a bit out of character for you."

Warm breath fanned across your neck. "Then what were you hoping for, my dear?" the devil whispered in your ear.

You faked a pout, but it was tainted by the coy grin tugging at your cheeks. Sultry promise coiling into every word, you loosened the next button from his open oxford. Chiseled pecs drifted into view as your stroked one finger down his sternum. His skin burned like hellfire.

"Have your cake and eat it too?"

Your heart fluttered as a low chuckle reverberated in his chest. You yelped at naughty nip at your ear lobe as his hands slide slowly up your thighs. Long fingers found the hem of your pants, tugging at the button.

"Oh," he groaned, nuzzling your scalp with his tall nose. "I think I can manage that."

Fun fact: That cake did exist Valentine's day 2023: Bricolage Bread & Co - ¥5,200

#all for one bnha #all for one x reader #shaigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #all for one x you #afo x reader #bnha valentines #bnha x reader #lov x reader #afo bnha #mha x reader #valentines day x reader

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buttercup-draws44 · 9 months

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Night time for the Puppet AU Ensemble

Disclaimer: This is fanmade and not canon to Welcome Home. I do not work with Clown or the rest of the team. This is just a silly little crossover for fun.

I wanted to design pajamas for these guys.

Alvis, Mahira, Rubis, and Dylan are all from the comic CARDs, created by @arty-e

Welcome Home is created by partycoffin.

Image description for the first image: From left to right: Alvis, Mahira, Rubis, and Dylan from the WEBTOON comic CARDS. Alvis is sleeping next to Mahira, cuddling her with his hand on her leg. His puppet is a light pink with a pinky-red nose and blue eyelids. He wears muted pink socks with the heel and toe part being a very dark, muted mauve color. Mahira has her arm around Alvis and is looking down at him, smiling. She sits with her right leg crossed over her left. She wears an orange, button-down nightgown with yellow buttons, collar, and sleeve cuffs. The nightgown has a pocket with a red heart on it. She also wears coral colored house slippers. Rubis sits next to Mahira, smiling and chatting. He sits criss-cross applesauce style, with his left hand held up to imply he is gesturing as he talks. He has pajama shirt with a gold diamond pattern and solid gold pants. He has a yellow robe with cream trim and belt. Rubis also wears black house slippers. Dylan sits next to him with one knee up and being held by both hands. Dylan wears eyeglasses on his face and a light blue button up pajama shirt with a lapel collar and gray-blue buttons. The pants are the same color. He also wears light blue house slippers with a bright blue spade on the topline. They are all sitting on the second story of Poppy Partridge’s barn, with a wooden floor and pink wallpaper with a white stripe pattern.

Image description for second image: Same picture, but darker to signify that it’s night

#my art #cards #cards fanart #alvis Wilson #Mahira cor #rubis Diamant #dylan espadas #welcome home fanart #welcome home #crossover au #cards puppet au #cards-wh crossover

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banschivs · 1 year

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'Talk Dirty To Me'

It illuminates her pale eyes, casting that pink neon glow across her cheeks. She's dusted them in glitter for the first time in weeks, and so throws those kaleidoscopic diamonds across the tiny table between them. Kinky's Dessert Bar is aglow on the inside. In spite of its tiny entrance, sandwiched between what looked to be abandoned lots, the interior is a maze of colourfully lit rooms, neon art on the walls, and furniture wallpapered with pornographic magazines. Nix thinks she's seen herself at least twice. She hasn't stopped grinning like a gargoyle since they'd entered and been given their table. Above Arthur's head, a couple built of pink and blue neon lights engage in one of the more vanilla depictions of foreplay she's seen in the place. Together they illuminate her husband's crown deep purple.

Their appetisers consisted of a small array cupcakes, all of which Nix has photographed for an online review later. Their platter of cake, topped with icing vaginas in an assortment of shades and builds, has almost been demolished. Nix awaits her '“Freak Like Me Apple” Waffle, VaJayJay style', and another modest assortment of penis-theme cupcakes. She lays her elbows atop their table for two and leans in close. Bright pink sparks flash in her eyes as she asks her husband, all teeth, all the colour in her cheeks. " What do you think? "

@jokethur i don’t know what i was expecting .

The remnants of Arthur's vanilla vagina cupcake lay in its pale yellow casing, cupped in the bowl of his palm. The image alone appears to delight her. Nix wrinkles her nose for a snorting laugh that no doubt steals the attention of the few other patrons around them. Few would have expected to see who they know as Arthur Wayne and his wife here, of all places on the Lower East Side — or, perhaps given Nix's less that pure reputation, it isn't such a surprise. They've already been snapped once or twice, though it seems the scant crowd is aware of how cosy Kinky's dining room is, and so far have allowed the couple some space.

" You, um, " Her tongue darts between plush lips, which inevitably pinch hard for a smile. She closes the slight space between them, lays the pad of her pointer finger on Arthur's chin, and swiftly swipes south, expertly avoiding slicing his skin with her pink whetted nail. " Have some muff on your chin there, Baby. "

#jokethur #u have some icons in ur email #i reckon plenty are lame enough to suit this shit #she's thrilled she's absolutely thrilled

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starfish-locks · 5 months

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Diamonds, Frollo, Belos & Pomni lockscreens

Requested by: Anon

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#lockscreens #wallpaper #phone lockscreen #phone wallpaper #steven universe #diamonds #pink diamond #blue diamond #golden diamond #white diamond #claude frollo #judge frollo #belos #the owl house #the amazing digital circus pomni #pomni #the amazing digital circus

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moxxiejoestar · 1 year

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The book of thoth the god of knowledge (3/?)

To see future like crystal ball

Petunia the skunk AKA wonder petunia is the character from HTF but with her favorite capes made out of shiny as crystal of rubber & superpower also her favorite superhero suit (permission latex rubber flared bile dress like this but made out of rubber & latex

+ Angeldust's gloves but purple colored & shine as crystal like this gloves

+ purple shine as crystal rubber boots like this

+ purple & blue color mixed shining as crystal rubber ski mask with zipper for mouth & eyes = superhero suit) to take a picture for herself & she makes a new plan to swallow all HTF female characters alive with her elastic stomach but she heard the teaser came out of nowhere.

She looked behind of her bedroom & she saw a black hole on floating in petunia's room then suck her into the 4th dimension (4D) to send to earth 2030's then spits petunia to speedwagon foundation.

In speedwagon foundation that it has many of room full of laboratory but except one that it wasn't the laboratory that hole spits petunia out the room is carbonite chamber room that will freeze character alive for many years & months.

Petunia bumps the button to activate the carbonite then she had confused that what was sound from then she bloody curly screamed that she got freeze on the carbonite platform.

Meanwhile the co-workers heard scream & see the smoke come from the room so they open & they saw a female skunk in a carbonite.

Robert E.O. Speedwagon the founder of speedwagon foundation saw it too then he see the tree tag so he picked up & he read "petunia the skunk AKA wonder petunia".

Speedwagon had enough about two characters come from different universe & dimension that they came out of nowhere so he told tails & cream to get rid two characters in carbonite to some good spot that nobody will find.

Meanwhile at TAWOG universe the city name Elmore there was an fairy yellow glow her name was Penny Fitzgerald so her family gone so she heard a big loud crash in her backyard. "What was that sound?" Penny said so she get up & head to backyard for hear an loud crash then she saw a black box on the ground.

She opened the box & she saw a potion of superpowers & superhero suit that she wanted for favorite (permission latex rubber flared pink dress with A-line rubber pink skirt & heart, star or diamond icon + longer sleave rubber red gloves like this gloves but Angeldust gloves version

+ form fit/straight rubber red boots like this boots but Sallie Mae boots version

+ long, longer or longest rubber red capes + no mask = superhero suit) so she brought it inside & wearing it.

She love it & she feels tight & comfortable so she turn on the fan for her cape to fly & take a selfie record video with her pose like this.

Then the plug swallowed her alive with thin skinny black wire, stomach sloshing sound, stomach growing sound & mumbling sound.

Penny: mmmph?! Mmmmmm! (What the?! No one can defeat the Super Fitzgerald!)

She craw like a scratch from ice age (the one wires connect to UFO & astronaut suit).

Penny: mmmph! (I, super Fitzgerald will escape from this stomach wire!)

She reached the lamp but it had a stomach tighter & stretchy.

Penny: *flys out the lamps stomach with her face just same like this

but the stomach is stronger & stretchy* MMM! Mmmmfffph!! (BLAST! this belly was stronger & tighter of this!!)

She finally gave up & leave it inside the lamp stomach so her final word in mumbling is "I, superhero penny Fitzgerald! To save the world!" She use pose like on time before lamp swallowed her & hold it forever. Superhero penny Fitzgerald has been stop thinking.

Anais watterson & nicole watterson got swallowed by wallpaper with there favorite superhero suit just like same what penny wear it then they spits anais & Nicole out but added the vacbed/vacbox then began to mumbling & rubber squeaking sound.

This is what boingo & thoth told me about this future So beware of it

#Book of thoth the god of knowledge #Lamp vore #vacbed #Vacbox #htf petunia #petunia #Wonder petunia #Superhero penny Fitzgerald #Super Fitzgerald #speedwagon #robert e o speedwagon #speedwagon foundation #carbonite #thoth #book of thoth

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aroworlds · 1 year

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[image description: six lockscreens featuring a design of repeated arrows banded in the colours of various aromantic spectrum pride flags against a plain white background. Flags included are: arospike acespike (light blue/white/blue with outwards-facing pink spikes), demiromantic and demisexual (grey/white/blue/black with black diamond), caligoromantic (green gradient with alternating black/grey/white/green triangles), demiromantic (grey/white/green/black with black diamond), delloromantic (white/black/green with dark grey triangle), partfictoromantic (dark grey/dark green/light grey/green/dark grey with black-outlined circle).]

Aro Arrow Lockscreens

Flags: Arospike Acespike, Demiromantic and Demisexual, Caligoromantic, Demiromantic, Delloromantic, Partfictoromantic.

I’ve turned my aro arrows into lockscreens! All backgrounds/wallpapers are available for free personal or non-commercial use. For flag creator credits, please see @aroflagarchive.

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high-guardian-spice-fan · 1 year

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The good points of: the show

So! Since I really like the show but at the same time know what is wrong with it, I decide to give my opinion about diverse aspects of it. But only on the show. Not on the creators, crunchyroll or the reviewers. I will talk about the show like any other.

At first, I thought I will talk about the goods and the bads, but then I realise that there is a ton of reviewer who already did talk about the bad and they are way more talented than me (Uniquenameosaurusfor the writting aspect, C-Puff Person for the characters, Guardian HQ for the plot and comedy, LobsterHero for the coherence and the viewing experience...)

But I didn't see anyone really arguing about why the show is worth to watch at least once. Everyone talk a little about it, but I think it would be good to talk only about it somewhere.

So here's my opinion about the show in general!

The charadesign

I know that first point will not the unanimity, but I really love the charadesign! The point of it, especially in the animation industry, is to describe a character's personality without them saying anything. And HGS does that really well! For example:

The main cast

Rosemary: big fluffy pink pigtails, big dress, bow = energetic and optimistic character.

Sage: long simple braid, witch hat, unicolor dress with tiny buttons = smart and reserved character.

Thyme: huge hair, elf, hunter outfit = wild and close to nature character.

Parsley: Short ruffled hair, overalls and sleeveless t-shirt, gloves fingerless, dwarf = nice and strong character.

Amaryllis: elaborate clothes, diamonds, violet perfectly groomed, elegant = rich and snarky character.

Snapdragon: very thin for a boy, fluffy hair, freckles, soft strokes = shy and sweet character.

I also like the efforts made for making every character unique. First, I was surprised of my capacity of instantly followed where each background character is in which class. Just take a look at them:

Background characters

Even if the style is really simple, you can't confuse two characters. Also, do you notice their eyes? Their is a very large palett of type. The main cast has one type for each one. It creates a unique style to the show.And finally, I think that even if it's not really original, this style matches perfectly with the main tone of the show: happiness, friendship, being yourself and adventures.

The backgrounds

Even if the animation is not always at its best, the bacgrounds are always perfect! I don't have much to say about it, but take a look: all of them could be pc wallpapers!

The music <3

Usually, I didn't take much attention to the music of a show, but I caught myself humming the little theme during the episode's title who comes back many times when Rosemary and Sage are together.

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Sage and Rose Theme / The Journey Continues

So I search all the OST and I was really surprised: all of them are great. Even the opening and the ending if you remove the autonue voice. And like the charadesign, it really matches with the atmosphere. All the OST here: High Guardian Spice OST playlist

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Ending instrumental

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Opening instrumental

The cute tone

I know that the show drowned itself in the multiples tone that it wants to have, but I think the main one is the best: the cute and happy tone. Multiples times, I caught myslef saying "awwww" during the viewving. This show makes me feel better after a long and hard day.

The relationship beetween Rosemary and Sage, Parsley and Thyme, Snapdragon and Amaryliss... I love supportive friends! I love watching parents being wrong and admit it for the wellbeing of their childs. I love the flirting between Sage and Snapdragon. I love seeing the characters being happy and telling that everything will be okay because they are together.And also love the cute faces they make:

And it's only for the first five episodes

When the animation is decent... you can see the potential

When the animation makes an effort, the show... explodes!

Sometimes the light is gorgeous :

And sometimes the choregraphy is cool!

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The intention

On paper, the plot is correct. Not really original or unique, but that doesn't mean it can't be good! Harry Potter is a pretty basic story and it's an international bestseller. So, the story of four girls who will save the day is a good base. Adding family issue we can relate with it is a good move. Talking about LGBT+ can make the characters more deep and can push them to grow up.

So with the fact that it's a comfort show, I feel really inspired by this characters, situations, places...

So that's why the show is worth to watch it at least once! What do you think about it? Did I miss some good points?

#high guardian spice #review #essay writing

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