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stevenose · 9 months

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☾₊ ⊹ reaching for the moon (18+)

pairing: steve x fem!reader with afab anatomy

contains: smut and a dumb amount of world building that was not necessary for this. set in 30s nyc, no hawkins. old money!steve; husband!steve; art historian!steve; not rich whatsoever!reader; they’re married your honor; steve’s parents (they’re the worst <3); slut shaming; allusions to bisexual steve; brief homophobia; soft!steve!!! he’s so damn soft!!!!; period typical everything lol

you might want to know: steve smokes and reader takes a drag; heated arguments which lead to some implied homophobia; reader wears an evening gown with a corset; car sex (info on said car here, for clarity sake)

author’s note: this is very heavily inspired by titanic 1997 (obviously) because it’s been rotting my brain. it’s very self indulgent but i’m hoping others like it!!

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It’s always the same. A party, an invitation in the mail, embossed with gold foil. Steve fuming because they could have walked over instead of paying for postage, or called him on the telephone. Each time both of you thinking it’ll be different, each time leaving with Steve’s wounded ego or anger levels at an all time high. You don’t know why you torture yourselves other than the fact that his mother will make a tremendous deal out of it when you don’t show up. She’s not above telling guests gossip of your marriage when you’re not around, just so it can get back to you and hurt you again.

Your issue lies with both of them. Steve’s issue lies with his father. Old, rich, stupid. Too well-known for being a lawyer for companies that should be shuttered and closed for violations and accidents. A union buster. And Steve’s biggest critic.

He never wants to hear about Steve’s studies or projects. His mind appears to me hyper-focused on Steve’s shortfalls - no military experience, no investments, married to a poor girl he met at a bar in Manhattan. Steve is everything his father detests, and vice verse.

To his credit, Steve tries, even when he doesn’t want to. He talks to his mother first while she stares at you like you’re venomous. She’s good at reeling in her disappointment. Steve’s her only child and you figure she doesn’t want to lose that. His father, on the other hand, is closer to Steve’s cousins - successors of big oil, engineers, military men.

You smile at her while Steve tells her about his recent trip to Florence, about the chapels and art. You’re wearing her diamonds around her neck. You know she wants to strike them from you. You’d say you clean up well, wearing one of the tens of dresses Steve’s purchased for you, custom made and tailored. Satin and lace and silk, only the finest. His mother thinks she can still smell alcohol and cigarette smoke on you. She detests your miserable background, how unladylike and uneducated you are, that you’ve worked where women shouldn’t and have done things she’d consider unforgivable sin.

“They’d mix pigments with egg -“

“Egg?”

“Right, yes, they called it tempura. And the pigments - Jesus, should’ve been there to see Giotto’s blue, so rich and -“

“Are you talking about those paintings again?”

Steve tenses and turns to face his father. Your face falls slightly.

“I am.”

“How much was that trip, anyway?” his father presses. He gives you a wink as if you’re in on the joke. “Certainly more than your engagement ring?”

You clench your fist within its satin glove. The gold, Art Deco band digs into your ring finger. Steve’s jaw tenses.

“Not a penny more,” he says cooly. He adjusts his suit coat. His adams apple bobs under the stark white collar of his shirt. “Not that it’d matter, right?”

And Steve’s now doing your favorite thing, where he’ll pretend he actually agrees with his parent’s ridiculous world views until they pick up on the sarcasm. Your eyes meet and the corner of your mouth lifts slightly, but you’re back to being stone faced a moment later.

“Of course not!” his father bellows, hitting Steve on the shoulder like he’s a long time friend and not his son. He looks at you now. For reasons unexplained, his father likes you. Probably for some perverted reason, you figure. “And how’d you fare without him at home?”

“Probably enjoyed company downtown,” his mother says.

“I did.” You look at Steve again, speaking to him with a language only you two understand. It’s okay. “Don’t worry. I hardly had ten glasses of beer.”

His father laughs loudly again, making guests crane their necks to look. His mother narrows her eyes at you but smiles curtly.

“How wonderful.”

“And you’re all right with him going off overseas?” his father presses. “To go look at crumbling paintings and enjoy boat rides in that dirty canal?”

“Not any dirtier than the city, I’m sure,” you say, now taking Steve’s arm in yours. His jaw is set. “Besides, I like hearing about what he’s seen.”

“Pity he couldn’t take you with him,” his father continues. “Surely there’s a reason for that?”

You tighten your grip on Steve to remind him to not talk. “I’d be too distracting, don’t you think?”

“Certainly,” his mother says.

“Not as distracting as your friends’ headlines, though,” Steve says suddenly. “I heard about your latest union bust. How many fatalities did the factory have? Ten? How noble of you to save them from equity.”

You bite your cheek and squeeze his arm again. His father’s mouth twists like he’s tasted something sour.

“Steven,” his mother lulls, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. It’s the only thing you both have in common, trying to keep him cool and calm. It never works.

“And who’d you hear it from if not me?” His father’s tone has shifted. It feels suffocating in the small circle you stand in. “Oh, those dirty men you fraternize with.”

His father’s preoccupation with dirty things is ironic.

“Did they accompany you to Italy as well?” He looks at you now, eyes boring into yours. “Did you happen to see the Statue of David? I heard Michelangelo had an interest in the bodies of men.”

You can feel the heat radiating off of Steve, the implication making him see red.

“Ah, of course, yet another thing you’d rather refuse to understand than empathize with.”

“We should -“

“I’d love to talk to you about sexuality, actually, father. How many half-brothers do I have again?”

His mother looks like she might faint, but his father smirks. It’s as if he lives for arguments with his son. Loves seeing how far he can push him, for no other reason but to be a bastard. It might be the only time he’s ever fond of Steve.

“We’ll get going,” you say weakly, tugging Steve along, and he’s happy as long as he has the last word. “Always a pleasure.”

“You’d know much about pleasure and vices, wouldn’t you?”

It’s the first time John Harrington has ever made a verbal slight towards you. You pause, just barely, and continue moving, but Steve whips around, eyes wild. “I’m sorry?”

His voice is rigid and loud. Guests crane their necks again but this time, they keep staring. You and his mother both grit out “Steve,” but he strides towards his father. You fear he might actually strike him, so you lunge forward, putting your arm between them.

“Surely something we have in common, then, Mr. Harrington.” You glance up at Steve, his jaw clenching and unclenching, face red. “Good night.”

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It’s cool outside. There are people on leisurely walks despite it nearly being so late. Steve’s still fuming beside you, toned arms flexing underneath his suit coat. He’s mumbling under his breath, then quickly whips around, heading back towards the door.

“I’m gonna-“

“Please,” you beg, grabbing onto his forearm. “Let’s leave it.”

“How?” he huffs. “How can I leave it? He was - he was - awful to you!”

“And he’s awful to you, too. What else is new?” You tug him, beckoning him with pleading eyes. “Follow me.”

He rolls his shoulders and tilts his head as he looks at you. He’s still fuming, nostrils flaring slightly, but all it takes is another little please? and he’s sighing, pulling out his cigarettes and a lighter as he follows you.

"The garage?” he asks, the white building coming into view. A billowing cloud of smoke follows. “What on earth do you want in there?”

You rip your gloves off and flex your fingers. “Indulge me.” You bump his hip with yours, trying to get him to smile.

Steve chuckles, easing up slightly, flicking the ash of his cigarette. "I don't know if committing vandalism is going to make me feel better this time."

“We aren’t vandalizing anything,” you promise. You reach for his hand and take a deep inhale of his tobacco. A needed stress reliever.

Steve seems a bit more giddy as you approach his father’s security detail. Steve’s known him since he was a boy. All he has to do is give a salute and a smile and you’re inside of the garage, door locked behind you, alone now with at least a dozen collectible cars and carriages.

"What do you have in mind, then?” he asks, leaning against the door. “Maybe we can use your heels to carve out some paint."

You step forward, taking the cigarette and throwing it on the ground before stomping it out with your shoe. You lean against him, hands pressed against his chest as you straighten his shirt. You’re looking at his neck as you speak. “Your father seems to think I’m somewhat of a whore.”

You don’t mean for him to get mad again, though it’s delicious when he is. “My father doesn’t have a clue -“

You interrupt, “So I reckon we make me one.”

His eyes widen, cheeks blooming red. "Oh?"

"Mmhm," you hum, and press your lips to his. He grabs you around the waist, fingers digging into your flesh, hidden by the satin and lace of your dress. Your lipstick smears as you move to the corner of his lips, then the stubble on his jaw, then up to the shell of his ear. "Pick a car and take me in it.”

“You - hold on,” he forces out, grip tight on you. “You aren’t a - a whore.” He says it like it’s scandalous, the worst word that could be uttered from his lips. It’s been thrown at him before, too. “You know that, right?”

You look up at him through your lashes. You can feel him starting to harden against your thigh. “Would it be such a bad thing if I was your whore?”

He swallows hard. “Do- do you want to be?”

You smile. “Pick a car before someone finds us.”

"Um." Steve forces his eyes open to look around. You begin unbuttoning his shirt while sucking a bruise into the delicate skin by his throat. He swallows hard. "Uh, the - the Renault.”

Your lips leave his neck so you can follow his gaze. You don’t know much about his father’s insane car collection, but you’ve always liked this one. Powder blue, gold accents. It’s like an upgraded horse and buggy, a large, enclosed carriage in the back with a bench for a driver at the front. It’s not very old, maybe twenty years, but it’s valuable and big and shiny and something his father prizes more than anything, including his own son.

“Plenty of leg room,” he explains sheepishly, and you smile, pulling him towards it. “Now, wait - wait - what’s the plan here?”

He’s so dense sometimes, but it’s because he wakes up everyday in disbelief that you’re laying next to him. The idea of undressing you and touching you seems so far fetched that many times he’s had to stop and think about it before engaging.

“The plan,” you say, swinging the door open and shoving him inside playfully, “is for you to have your way with me. And quickly, darling, we don’t have much time.”

Steve half-sits, half-lays down on the large bench, watching you as you duck inside and shut the door. He watches you with wide, adoring eyes as you climb on top of him, taking his hand gently. You pull it to your lips, kissing the pads of his fingers while he watches you intensely. When you look up at him, your stomach flips.

“My way with you,” he says evenly, “is to treat you like the angel you are.”

You smile and lay his hand gently on your chest. “Show me.”

His lips connect with yours softly. Despite the rush you’re both in, he still wants - needs - to take his time with you. He hikes your dress up as he kisses you, big hands caressing your thighs and ass. He sighs happily, pushing you down enough that you catch on the front of his dress pants, his cock pressing against your core. You gasp and giggle. “Excited?”

“As ever,” he promises.

You hold yourself up with a hand while the other struggles with the belt and buttons of his pants. He kisses down your neck, hot, open-mouthed. He latches on to a certain spot and you moan, breathing heavily into his hair.

“Need some help?” he murmurs, noticing your pause.

“Yes,” you breathe, eyes closing as he continues kissing along your exposed collarbone. You should be careful with your dress, taking it off and hanging it up, but Steve will just buy you another one. And another one. And another one. Anything your heart desires. Rich silk from Egypt, lace from Italy, hand embroidered and luscious against your skin. His life’s purpose seems to spoil you, as intended right now.

Steve finally frees himself, but you don’t have any time to stare. He’s quick to change places with you, laying you down on your back, pushing your dress and underskirt up. The material and color on your skin make him blush and growl lowly. The sliver of your corset that’s showing has him growing hard, too. They’re not always so comfortable for you, so you tend to wear them only on special occasions. And he’s keen on devouring you in only it after.

Neither of you are really expecting him to dive head-first between your legs, but you would never complain. His wet, warm tongue laves up your folds a few times before finally plunging in between them. You gasp and grab onto the seat, knuckles growing white. “Steve!” you cry, a hand curling into his hair, tugging on it.

“Worship you,” he mumbles into your skin, before forcing himself to pull back, chin slick. “I worship you.”

Your heart pounds. You’re at a loss. So lucky that you cannot possibly verbalize it.

Steve leans right back in, taking his sweet, non-existent time. “I- I hate to re-remind you, sweetheart,” you moan, fingers curling again, “but a-anyone could h-have! Have seen us com-coming in here.”

He hums, your back arching. He’s reluctant to pull away, but he finally does, coming back up to perch a knee on the seat below you. He’s quick to roll his sleeves up, muscled and toned forearms on view. Then he rubs his cock along your folds, both of you moaning. You tug at his shirt, now not so pristine, pulling him down to face you.

“Isn’t the idea to ruin the car?” he asks, smiling a little smug.

“Yes?”

“Then I’ve got to make a proper mess of you, don’t I?”

You burn. “You already have me melting.”

“Hmm. Let’s see what else I can do.”

When he pushes into you, it’s like the world stops. The only thing that matters is him above you. His hair tickling your forehead, eyes hazy and hooded, lip caught between his teeth. “Honey,” he groans, pulling a leg up over his hips to open you up, give him more access. His fingers dig into the fat of your thigh and he shivers at it. He always makes love like it’s the first time you’ve been together. Even during this quick romp, he’s taking his time, hearts in his eyes. “You’re incredible.”

“I love you,” you whisper, pressing your forehead to his. He slides in a little further. You wince and he kisses you gently, fingers moving towards your clit to take your mind off of it.

“I love you,” he mumbles. “So. God. Damn. Much.”

He’s sheathed fully in you now, both of you panting, sweating. The car’s windows are fogged. You can’t keep your lips off of each other as he sets his pace, languid and long, filling you up so completely it numbs your mind. Each thrust makes you gasp. His whines are low, but slowly become more high-pitched as he thrusts into you.

“Give yourself to me,” you whisper. “All of you.”

He would never deny you that.

Hips picking up, his thrusts get harsher. He’s chasing your high and his. Chasing away the thoughts of his father and his mother, of work, of anything except you. You, his angel, his promise that not all things in the world are so bad. Not when you’re with him. And certainly not when you’re writhing under him, your dress pulled taught over your tits, your lipstick smudged, mascara running.

Over and over and over, the thinks, The Divine is real. The Divine is real.

Your eyes catch as he’s pulled away to look at you. He’s soft, despite his thrusts. “I love you,” he groans. “God, I love you.”

“I love you,” you whisper, reaching for his face, cradling it. “My world.”

“My muse,” he moans, twitching within you, handsome face twisted in pleasure. His fingers work steadily on your clit and you reach up for your breasts, wishing desperately that you were wearing a nightgown instead. One that Steve likes, all pastel pink and blue, a ribbon of purple silk on the waist. It’s much less restricting and much more revealing. We can always continue at home, you think, your stomach tightening.

“You are….” you pant, eyes rolling back, leg tightening around his hips. “You are more th-than enough.”

His trusts slow. “As are you.”

“Sweet boy,” you laugh breathlessly, rolling your hips towards him. “Please keep going.”

“Oh!” he says, genuinely shocked, like he was truly so lost in your words that he forgot what he was doing. “S-sorry.”

“Just wa-want to show you how much I - how much I love you.”

“You show me,” he promises. “E-every. Day. And - and at these stupid p… oh, Christ - these parties.” His hips angle up towards your sweet spot and you’re gone, unable to hold back, brows marrying and face tightening in a lewd show of pleasure.

“Steve!” you moan, so loud you’re sure anyone walking by could hear. His hips move furiously and you have to reach up with your hand to steady yourself, making a handprint on the window. “Oh, my God!”

“Now it’s time to show you,” he groans, and his lips are back on yours. Half to consume you, overwhelmed with love and lust, and half to keep you quiet. You all but scream into his mouth, hand sliding off the window to clutch his shoulders while he works you into oblivion. “Close,” he chokes, a hand once again cradling your cheek. “With me now.”

You pant into each other as you cum, the car filled with sex and sweat and your crass noises. So unladylike, so perverse. You giggle mid-orgasm at the thought of his mother walking in on such a thing. A son raised as a level below royalty fucking his street-rat wife into a stupor, all in a thousand dollar car, would make her heart stop.

“What’s - so - funny?” Steve pants eventually, resting his head on your chest, his cock softening inside of you.

“Nothin’,” you promise, combing his hair with your fingers. “I love you.”

“Don’t leave me out,” he smiles.

You shake your head. “Tell you later. We should -“

“Uh-huh,” Steve says, pushing off of you and tucking himself back into his pants.

“You’re trembling,” you frown, reaching for him.

“I’m alright,” he promises, taking your hand and kissing it. “I’m happy.”

“So am I.”

He helps you fix yourself and slips your feet into your shoes for you, a kiss pressed into your knee. It turns into another, then another, and then his lips are creeping up your thigh.

“Stevie,” you whisper, the pet name making him blush. “Let’s finish at home.”

“Home,” he sighs dreamily. “Sounds wonderful.”

You’re proud of the stain left on the leather as you get up, your dress falling back down to your ankles. His father won’t check this car for weeks, if not months. You hope it’s fully ruined by then. But, for good measure, you let your heel scrape the paint on the way out.

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #ns/fw #stevenose posts

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kalfui · 2 months

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Saw your posts and your anon posts on Aroace Alastor and wanna chime in lol. I 100% agree with everything in those posts. And to me the best way to describe how the fandom overall has been treating him is, well.

Shipping is the adult version of taking two dolls and making them kiss, right? The show creates these characters and gives them out to the audience to play with. The lesbians get a doll, the gays get a doll, the pansexuals and the bisexuals all get dolls specifics tailored for them. And the straights are allowed to play with the dolls but ONLY IF they treat the dolls like how they’re shown in the show.

And then finally, the Aroaces get a doll, one made just for them.

Except. We’re told. That it’s not for us. That in fact, we have to share that doll with everyone else because they want to play with it too. And it’s fine, sharing is caring, right? But now they don’t want to give it back. Now they’re making that doll that was made just for us do something that it’d never do in the show. That goes against everything the show depicted that doll as. That takes away the quality about that doll that made it be just for us. They do it, and then flaunt it in our faces. And when we ask for the doll back, when we try to tell them that that’s not how it is, how it’d act, in the show or otherwise. That’s not how your supposed to play with it. They tell us that it doesn’t matter, that it’s all just pretend anyways and why are we getting so butthurt over a stupid toy?

Well, maybe we don’t like it because you have ALL THOSE OTHER toys you can play with! One for every color on the rainbow and then some. But you’re insisting you want to play with our doll, and that what made the doll special for us is wrong and broken and needs to be changed or fixed. And then insisting that this space, this doll, doesn’t fit us anymore, and that WE should be the ones to leave when we try to protest.

I have seen so many untagged sexual posts and fanart for Alastor while going through just the normal Alastor tag. And this is AFTER I filtered the tags of explicit content. Everyone and their father ships him with someone, and never with his sexuality in mind. Three posts down and and I’m reading something on how he’s married to Lucifer and they’re both fucking Vox. (Not to mention the plethora of x reader posts which is a double no because, a) that’s not me, and b) that’s not him!)

And maybe all this wouldn’t feel like such Aroace erasure if the entire freaking fandom wasn’t in on it. People will bend over backwards to make it “ok” for them to ship Alastor, but the moment they try it with some other non Aroace character they get crucified by the rest of the fandom. So what’s so fucking different when it’s an Aroace character who’s getting this treatment instead?

It’s just so exhausting filtering through the tags for content of the actual character, and not some bastardized OC who only shares his name. And then all the posts defending themselves with “but aroace people can still date and have sex, it’s a sPecTrUm!” Which is honestly the absolute worst rhetoric that has come out of this discourse. Yes there’s a spectrum! But they only care about it because it lets them justify their behavior.

Really wish they’d just, respect Alastor’s canon orientation and who he really is, and not dismiss the one trait that so many of us relate to and connect with him on.

(Don’t have to post this/respond. Just needed to get this out of my system. It’s been boiling over ever since the Alastor x Lucifer ship took over the fandom, and it’s been getting hard for me to enjoy that particular dynamic when every other post has them making out. I also kinda wish that if people are going to ship him that they didn’t, y’know, make him completely allonormative and actually explored what being in a relationship with an aspec would look like? Because how we view and how we respond to “normal sex/romance things” are inherently different from everyone else.)

It's such a normalized thing to ship Alastor. Whenever you search up Alastor on anywhere you'll see so many ship posts, and thats so.. absurd to me. People take away his character, and then cry when someone mentions it. What's the point when he's not anything like how he used to be? He's just a shell of his actual self, watered down to dad jokes, jazz music, and technology hating grandpa. No.. There's a reason why I like a character, because they're their own person. I like everything about a character, every part of a character is what makes that character up. Take it all away, it's boring, it's not fun, I don't want my doll like this.

Every time I hear someone say that aroace people can still date while talking about Alastor, I want to bang my head on a wall. Why are you trying to justify shipping him when, yes, aroace people can still date and have sex but does he look like he wants to have sex or date??? And even then, these people do not know anything about aspec people, they go and find something and then flaunt it in our faces like it's treasure, you have no idea how aspec people are, how they experience stuff, how they date and have sex, one nonaroace person said it and now everyone's using it as some "I got you" moment.

I'm tired of people telling us to calm down or that it's just fiction whenever we say they're erasing aroace rep. They've got so many different amazing relationships they could delve into, yet they want to terrorize Alastor over here, is there even a character he wasn't shipped with at some point?

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junjunjunko · 4 months

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Do u have a character info page for your cult? Because seraph. Seraph is calling me. I searched the tag but nothing came up.

I was working on a Carrd but the site took it offline for some reason lmao — I wanna give Toygouse a try too but I always get lazy when it comes to setting up profiles so I usually put all the info on a Doc online or in Obsidian.

I can give some basic information here without going too much into spoilers. ♡

EDEN ❀( ᓀ ‸ ᓂ )❀

Age: 25

Birthday: January 1st

Occupation: Part-time streamer/Tailor/Cult leader (?)

Biggest lolita fashion fanatic you'll meet, her entire closet is full with the most expensive looking dresses that, fun fact, she made herself.

Rarely streams, but somehow her audience is loyal almost to an obsessive point, not like it bothers her because it benefits the cult itself.

Usually avoids speaking, refers to people by 'Sir', 'Miss', 'Mx', etc. Despite this, she is rather good when it comes to manipulating her way into getting what she needs and wants.

She falls asleep pretty often — even in the oddest moments.

Likes: Desserts, fashion design, novels.

SERAPH (｀ω ´ )📷

Age: 21

Birthday: October 31st

Occupation: Streamer/'Filmmaker'/Cult member

He's Edens' 'right hand' as he likes to declare himself — although he spends most of his time streaming, throwing parties, performing in public, sleeping with fans, crossdressing...

Because of his looks, he can easily pass as a girl when he crossdresses, and because of that he's been on a few dates pretending to be one too. In fact, he's so good at costumes and make-up he can just pretend to be anyone he wants to be.

He's a tad bit obsessed with recording things most of the time, even the most 'insignificant' stuff. He used to be an ex-film student after all.

Has a bunch of piercings on multiple places, and he's pretty much obsessed with them too. ( He actually gave Arc one. )

Likes: Filmmaking, giving piercings, horror games.

ARC ૮₍ ˶ • ‸ • ˶ ₎ა

Age: 23

Birthday: July 5th

Occupation: Tattoo artist/Streamer/Cult member

He's actually the youngest of two siblings although he is the tallest in the family and even in his friend group — well, the cult.

He has streamer some of his tattoo works on live a few times, other streams are usually just to relax, more than once he has received the occasional 'show us your tits' and he's so fucking exhausted already.

It's really obvious, but he absolutely loves bunnies, he has bunny keychains, plushies, posters, pictures, everything — it's a tad bit embarrassing sometimes, but he cannot help it.

The scar on his face was provoked by his ex.

Likes: Bunnies, chain accessories, milkshakes.

CHERUB 𓆩(๑>؂•̀๑)𓆪

Age: 23

Birthday: February 14th

Occupation: Streamer/Cult member

On streams, she tends to offer the 'girlfriend experience' by actively acting like a crush or girlfriend towards her audience. Outside them, she declares she finds men gross but she gives girls a pass. ( She is still bisexual regardless. )

She has an obsession with vampires and her aesthetic mostly consists solely on them — she even owns a collection of vampire series and movies.

Very emotionally explosive, which can be risky to deal with. Has doxxed someone for a petty argument and would do it again.

'Cannibalism as a metaphor for love'.

Likes: Cute-looking people, pigs, vampires.

#ueeueueuueueue #dia speaks #oc hours #yandere #yandere oc #EDEN!#ARC!#SERAPH!#CHERUB!#TH3 CULT!#lore hours

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lokittystuckinatree · 11 months

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Hi. I’m a bisexual and genderfluid (currently only MCU, but hoping to expand) Loki fan that makes content for Genderfluid MCU Loki cause the series writers are queer baiting double crossing cowards. I am also a diehard yet careful Sylki shipper who genuinely feels like a traitor for shipping Sylki at times. I often think I should abandon ship, but the ship has been a bright spot through some of the worst trauma of my life and personally resonates with me so deeply I do not believe I will be able to fully sever myself from it. Sylki is my otp. My conscience is fighting my heart, and has been for a while now.

A. I understand that while the romance is a brilliantly executed metaphor for healthy self love based in Loki’s own struggles with self loathing and self obsession, (and Sylvie’s to an extent,) between two characters who intentionally click and contrast very well, the romance as presented in canon has offensive elements such as contradicting Loki’s genderfluidity by making Sylvie the token woman variant, giving Sylvie AoA Loki’s broken horn, and not explicitly refuting the idea Loki, a presumably amab genderfluid person, would love Sylvie, their “female self,” based off narcissism and ‘autogynephilia,’ instead of sharing a soul, mutual understanding and similar trauma…as most Sylkis understand to be the case.

B. I acknowledge that these problematic tropes should never be ignored and must be changed, though they won’t be in canon. This infuriates me. I often ponder if even interacting with canon Sylki in a positive way betrays my other genderfluid peers who have genuine criticism with the series and the ship, but I have come to the conclusion the way I uniquely enjoy the ship is not harmful. I am willing to change my conclusion if necessary, and I have been trying to open up the conversation over the harmful parts of the show with other sylkis. So far, they have been very receptive and truly well meaning.

C. If you want something done right… do it yourself. So I took the mistakes the writers made and I fixed them my fucking self in fanon by showcasing MCU Loki’s genderfluidity in a respectful way, demanding headcanoning (amab?) androgynous girlflux she/they Sylvie, and writing the Sylki relationship as based in understanding and admiration of each other as individuals, not shallow love for themselves. Anything that gets added to insult next season will also be changed by me, if possible. To me, Sylvie Laufeydottir is a perfectly tailored and suited love interest for MCU Loki and a clever way of adapting Sylvie Lushton to the MCU (with the addition of more Loki traits as she is a Loki variant). Thus it is my personal belief she is too interesting of a character to scrap.

C. I am planning to raise hell when if the writers pull anymore transphobic bullshit next season… down to boycotting Marvel or going on strike or even leaving the ship if it gets bad enough. The last option would…break me. I have very little light in my life left, due to personal trauma I do not feel comfortable sharing, and Sylki and it’s community have genuinely been one of my last few comforts. If I truly I must jump ship for the good of others, I will try my hardest to brave the lonely sea.

D. I do not condone the mess we were given, I do not perpetuate it, and I am not responsible for the harm it causes. I am condemning the same problematic writing choices, and petitioning to change the same uncomfortable elements that Sylki antis do, just via a different approach. Instead of throwing the existing romance away, I fix what we were given, preserving the parts I liked and rejecting what was offensive. I am not anti Sylki altogether, and I am not pro Sylki altogether. I am a genuine critical thinker. My blog is Sylki as it should have been, not how it was.

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#Loki and Sylvie #Loki series #genderfluid Loki #sylki #pls be kind if you do reply #and cis ppl pls just listen

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OC Masterlist - One Piece OCs!

What can I say? - Special interests are a thing.

As per usual, everyone is listed with their age at their introduction into the storyline. The birth years are according to my calculations and approximations of when the story of One Piece takes place. For OPLA, we have a set date for the Syrup Village Arc - Kaya's birthday, which is August 24th! I used that date to figure out if a character had had their birthday yet that year and went from there. If you want to know why I put the year 1522 as the "present" year, check out this post on my resources blog.

-> Aurelia

"I'll tell you all the things you should know. So, baby, take my hands, save your soul." - Ariana Grande, in: God is a Woman

Full name: Dracule (née Silvers) Aurelia

Birthday: September 25th, 1486 ASC (35 years old)

Identity: bisexual, polyamorous, trans woman

Faceclaim: Zión Moreno

Tag: x | Fic: -

Aurelia is feared and revered all across the seven seas. Marines call her the "Black Widow" because she's like a spider in an invisible net of connections and most of her lovers end up dead one way or another, but most pirates respectfully refer to her as "La Donna". Donna Aurelia gets her title from her "family" of underlings, protégés and associates, from up and coming pirate crews to the absolute big shots. And as if that weren't enough, her father is one of the most infamous pirates of the old era, her mother a former empress, and her husband a Warlord of the Sea and the current World's Greatest Swordsman - Dracule Mihawk. Even though her focus is mostly placed on the Grand Line, Baratie remains as one of her firmest territories, and so she she stumbles across some unruly straw-hatted pirate turned chore boy.

-> Cora

"Coraline vuole il mare ma ha paura dell'acqua." - Måneskin, in: Coraline

Full name: Akaito Coraline

Birthday: June 5th, 1504 ASC (18 years old)

Identity: bisexual, polyamorous, cis female

Faceclaim: Jenna Coleman

Tag: x | Fic: x

Cora comes from a long line of world-famous tailors who were all wiped out by a king in the North Blue shortly after her birth. After having suffered beneath the tyrant for sixteen years, she escapes with her craft, a needle, stories, and the powers of her family's heirloom, the Sew Sew Fruit, making it to the East Blue. Two years later, she meets none other than her childhood friend Sanji, taking the time to catch up with him. One thing leads to another and she finds herself travelling with a crew of pirates and falling in love with not only her childhood friend but also the crew's mossheaded swordsman.

-> Inari

"Sometimes I wonder when I look at my reflection if the person looking back is really me. A couple years spent learning how to disappear, a couple more spent learning what I could be." - mxmtoon, in: growing pains

Full name: Charlotte Inari

Birthday: June 25th, 1508 ASC (14 years old)

Identity: pansexual, gender is all over the place

(Faceclaim: Amanda Arcuri) not set in stone, will probably change once OPLA gets to her intro arc, and once again when we get to her twin’s intro arc

Tag: x | Fic: -

Charlotte Inari ate a devil fruit when she was still very little, one that made her a servant to whoever last saved her life, one that since then dragged her all across the globe, finally ending her as a slave to the “God” Enel. But with some new pirate crew from the Blue Sea showing up in the God’s domain, it seems her fate is finally going to change for the better. Oh, and she’s also the daughter of one of the Four Emperors, but that’s not a big deal, is it?

-> Lily

"They call you cry baby, cry baby, but you don't even care - tears fall to the ground, you'll just let them drown." - Melanie Martinez, in: Cry Baby

Full name: Felicity

Birthday: March 30th, 1509 ASC (13 years old)

Identity: fennec fox? (she doesn't really think about it)

Faceclaim: Thomasin McKenzie

Tag: x | Fic: x

Lily is half human, half fennec fox mink, and travelled the seas with her parents for years until they disappeared. Luckily, she was found by Merry while he was travelling for the shipbuilding business, and brought back home to Syrup Village, where Lily since lived like Kaya's sister. But a month before Kaya's 18th birthday, she is kidnapped by the Buggy Pirates, and stuck in a cage until the clown makes the mistake of kidnapping the Straw Hat Pirates as well.

-> Luna

"Luna, quieres ser madre, y no encuentras querer que te haga mujer. Dime, luna de plata, ¿que pretendes hacer con un niño de piel?"- Mecano, in: Hijo de la Luna

Full name: Aether S. Luna

Birthday: December 11th, 1503 ASC (18 years old)

Identity: she doesn’t think about it, loves everyone and identifies as ethereal

(Faceclaim: Joanna Vanderham) not set in stone, will probably change once OPLA gets to her intro arc

Tag: x | Fic: -

Luna is the daughter of the moon goddess herself – or at least she believes that. Her strange powers connected to the moon certainly don’t serve any evidence against it. Having wandered the seas for years, she eventually finds herself stuck with the Foxy Pirates. But her rescue arrives in the form of the Straw Hat Pirates and their overly charming chef Sanji.

-> Lux

"Here we go again. We're sick like animals, we play pretend. You're just a cannibal and I'm afraid I won't get out alive." - Neon Trees, in: Animal

Full name: Lux Jirou (he goes by his last name after leaving Syrup Village)

Birthday: July 1st, 1500 ASC (21 years old)

Identity: bisexual (male preference), cis male

Faceclaim: Jack Kilmer

Tag: x | Fic: -

Jirou is sick. It's something that Klahadore tells him again and again. He's only got a few years left to live, so why not live those final years in a state of wealth and luxury? But things go wrong, as they usually do in Jirou's life, because is feelings get in the way. One of those feelings is pity, the other his a sudden crush on a green-haired swordsman that simply appeared in the garden on the big day. Things can never go right for Jirou, can they?

#oc masterlist #one piece oc #opla oc #oc: dracule aurelia #oc: akaito coraline #oc: charlotte inari #oc: felicity #oc: aether s luna #oc: lux jirou #oc masterlist remake

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AGENT HOEDERER / IRENA ZELLMAN

constance zimmer. fifty. cis woman. she/her. ┊┊ irena zellman, better known as agent hoederer has been with cerberus corp as an eo since 2023 and is LEVEL III. A HIT AND RUN has gifted them seismokinesis, though POOR CONTROL/REACTIONARY, FAINTING AND BLEEDING has also been noted. when they aren’t protecting the tri-state area, they are fond of attending the opera and are never seen without HER 24-CARAT GOLD RING ON HER RIGHT INDEX FINGER. civilians think they are humorous & determined, but some of the other agents see them as ABRASIVE & DECEITFUL. cerberus corp should consider the fact that their last mission status was complete but with her unconcious when giving out the next one. ┊┊

001. GENERAL

name irena heidi zellman (ee-ray-na) nicknames none, nickname at your own risk. age fifty date of birth may 04, 1973 zodiac taurus place of birth seattle, washington current residence manhattan, nyc gender cis woman pronouns she/her sexuality bisexual occupation conductor (former) & composer

faceclaim constance zimmer height 5'1 tattoos none piercings ears distinguishing features scar on her top lip positive traits humorous, perceptive, quick-witted, creative, resourceful negative traits judgemental, narcissistic, abrasive, snobbish, reserved labels / tropes entj likes wine, classical music, rock/heavy metal music, moxing gold and silver jewelry, coffee, high waisted pants, tailored blazers dislikes nosy people, time wasters, plants that aren't plastic, wearing shorts/short skirts or dresses fears death, people in masks, heatwaves, the smell of vanilla hobbies reading french literature and plays, going to the opera, attending concerts habits picking at the skin beside her nails, pressing her top lip into her nose, smiling when delivering a lie, running her fingers through her hair, wearing her sunglasses on her head and even at night.

002. EXTRA ORDINARY

near death experience…

it was after an orchestra rehearsal. irena can't remember if it was her fault for not looking before crossing the road - she can't remember if she looked or not. a car was speeding, going way too fast. she was always afraid of dying, especially before she'd successfully become an egot. the car that hit her quickly drove off afterwards - they left her to die. she just couldn't go that way. it felt like she failed at everything: relationships, upkeeping a family - it felt like her teenage daughter hated her, not hitting her career goals... there was a lot of impact, something had knocked into her and the revving from the engine as they drove away would have been able to be felt if she wasn't in such a state of both mental and physical shock. her power projects outwards but also comes from within, reflecting her experience. she was briefly 'visited' by a member of ceberus corp but there was no reason to believe she was an extra ordinary - perhaps just a very lucky person. still, they would continue to monitor her in the months following.

power…

it all happened at the beginning of this year. irena's power didn't manifest straight away, mostly because she felt so numb to it all. it started to show when she was experiencing flashbacks of the incident. it started off minute, her hearing warping somehow before she'd pass out she was dampening sound, that was the first sign everyone seemed to miss. it all spiralled from there. the 'shaking' of liquids around her when upset. she was always good at masking emotions but the change within her made it somehow noticeable. breathing eased it. without even realising it, irena was controlling her newly found ability without realising it until she wasn't. there is a potential to be able to bring down buildings but that is dangerous considering she's so new to her ability but also because agents are meant to protect the city, not destroy it. her power is naturally destructive. a child stepped out into traffic and it caused her to stand out into the road, shielding the child and then putting her hand out - it was a risky test and the highly pressured situation made her lose complete control. vibrations not only acted as a shield but quickly crushed the approaching car and driver, the road cracking in the direction the car had been, as an earthquake transpired. the child was unscathed, irena was unconscious - the corp located her before anyone else could. there was now a fatality on her hands. stress lessens her control over it and as conducting is very physical she was advised not to try it until gaining better control - she agreed to this almost immediately and resigned that post.

drawbacks / vulnerabilities…

her awareness certainly hasn't helped her ability to control it, if anything the stress of it being known to her has made it worse. irena herself is vulnerable if it's triggered, not so much on a small vibration scale but anything more than accidentally breaking a drinking glass makes her bleed from her nose, bruises also appearing on her body as she's not immune to the vibrations herself. in cases of severe stress and/or when a lot of strength has been put into using her ability, it renders irena unconscious.

cerberus corp…

irena was recruited but initially wanted to hide from cerberus corp. she didn't believe she had an ability and was more than happy keeping it that way. deep down, she doesn't really want to be a 'hero' for anything or anyone but will feign it because she wants to be able to control it. the fact of the matter is that she can't go back to her normal life without mastering that and considering she has no one to teach her, she accepted the offer to join. irena is very much still a rookie and that frustrates her. she's older, she's used to success- the woman has an academy award from composing... she wants to be able to climb up to ranks but that's not something that can be faked seen as her own ability has a very visible physical toll on her. there is a lot of frustration, she does not want to be a level iii. she's powerful on missions but then needs another to pull her out, if required. that doesn't make her much of a team player as she very much keeps to herself and would not currently do the same for anyone else unless it benefited her - the woman's treating it like a game and that's dangerous. although powerful, she's currently too much of a liability. her tactics and planning, however, is excellent, it's just her execution where she struggles. emotions and physicality trigger things from her and while her 'accident' is still fresh in her mind, it's not a good idea for her to be conducting. irena is still working on scores but had to replace her equipment after she damaged it losing control.

codename…

irena chose the name. it's a character name from the french playwrite, jean-paul sartre's les mains sales (dirty hands), a pragmatic political leader. she's quite pretentious like that and has a very high regard for herself so it doesn't match her power at all. perhaps it gives her away that she doesn't have any intention of becoming a hero that protects the city.

003. EXTRA

tba!

#cc.intro

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simptasia · 1 year

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May I request buffy for the dashboard osmosis if you haven't seen it? Or if you have then steven universe

i'll do buffy

isabel, i like and respect you. but i hear about buffy a lot on tvtropes (in fact tvtropes started as a buffy fansite??) and almost everything i hear sounds... bad. it sounds like a cringe show. i'm sorry

i haven't seen it at all so thats not fair of me. but. yeah

or maybe the show isn't cringe but the fandom is. or both. hmm

buffy the vampire slayer was a 90s supernatural show made by joss whedon at his peak LOOK IM A FEMINIST fuckery

it stars sarah michelle gellar (who i know primarily as daphne in the live action scooby doo movies, and that bitch from cruel intentions) as buffy summers. and she's The Slayer. slayers are like chosen ones, and its a title thats passed on for i dunno hundreds of years

slayers... slay vampires, i presume

she talks in a specific manner hence the trope Buffy Speak. it's basically like a weird simple talky thingy (that was buffy speak)

one of the characters is willow rosenberg played by allison hannigan. and as a bi activist engrossed with fiction, i have certainly heard of this character. basically, she's the poster child for The 90s Being Weird About Bisexuality. as she was into dudes and then she's into a girl and the show is weird about it and she's Suddenly Lesbian. and like, yes, lesbians discovering themselves after dating dudes is totally a thing but thats not the logic being used here, it's just awkward biphobia. oh yes. i've heard much about willow and tara

tho, willow/tara is a case of Fair For It's Day

seth green played oz, a sardonic werewolf of little words. he was the dude willow was into before her bisexuality activated

david borealis and james marsters are angel and spike, they're two vampires that buffy is super into and i get the vibe that their love triangle is like a Big Thing in this show and/or the fandom. angel is the "good" one, spike is the bad one. i read that buffy and spike raped each other (with the buffy raping spike being played for laughs because life is a fucking nightmare). so that's fucked

angel got his own spin off called angel and one time angel became a muppet in it. i approve

angel is one of those brooding "i can never be good, theres no hope for me" types of vampires. the kinda guy tailored for certain women to be like "ohhh i can fix him" or whatever. it's kinda funny. on the flipside i assume spike is for the "mmm i don't wanna fix him" types

this is before this type of thing was subject to parody

there's some blando guy named xander, i think he's a nerd and meant to be an audience self insert. i've seen ppl say he has nice guy syndrome but i dunno how true that is. dunno who plays him

anthony head plays rupert giles, he's the exposition and mentor dude. makes dry remarks and spouts encouragement, i think

charmed, a show i love, apparently stole buffy's vibes a lot

buffy is the first show where somebody used google as a verb. as in "googled"

theres a musical episode wherein dancer and singer hilton battle Absolutely Fucks. oh and everybody has musical numbers, including one that ends with tara levitating from cunnilingus. this was noteworthy because sapphic characters being sexual was actually rare in mainstream media in the 90s. again, fair for it's day

oh, this is a monster of the week show where some overarching story each season. doug jones made a few appearances

i get the impression that buffy is one of those shows that has good actors and concepts but fucky writing. it happens, i feel you

is buffy a cheerleader or did i imagine that. i might be thinking of heroes (which also suffered from great acting, fucky writing)

anyways thank you for your time

#i've actually absorbed a decent amount of buffy. because i exist in internet fandom circles #this was stream of conconious writing #whenever i remembered something i wrote it down #Please Don't Be Upset With Me Isabel #im sure you love watching it. and indeed probably dunk on it yourself #i am not attacking anybody's right to enjoy buffy

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*breaks down your door* OCS ASKS!!!!

Cule: 20 and D for Saoirse, 34 for Cara, 43 for Vic, 7 and G for Jude

TGG: 23 for Luce, 38 and F for Maria, 28 and B for Alaric, 22 for Leander

annnnnd 40 and E for &Lav!!

HE HE HE >:3C Thank u so much for askin!! Answers will all be below the cut :]

CULE:

(Saoirse) 20: If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so? Re: platonic and romantic love, it's not too different for them! I don't think they see much of a distinction -- for them, relationships are very cyclical, so it's more about the point in the cycle the relationship is in (growing & then fading closeness/intimacy) than other distinctions. For example, she considers Victor a friend, but has a deep, intimate dynamic with him that involves sex. It's more about what the other party wants to classify the relationship as; if they had it her way, she wouldn't label them at all.

(Saoirse) D: Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? Nope! Saoirse went through a big change when I was first settling on character designs. They've always been goth, but she originally had a different hairstyle (natural hair w/ braids on the sides to emulate a fauxhawk) AND was plus size! I knew I wanted to have plus size characters in the cast, because the splinters can 'choose' what form they pick, and I wanted to demonstrate that fatness was something people can and would chose to be if social and medical stigma around size didn't exist. But then I read a book called “Fearing the Black Body: The Racial Origins of Fat Phobia” by Sabrina Strings, where she argues that "slim, desirable white women [are explicitly and figuratively juxtaposed] against corpulent, seemingly monstrous black women." Well... I had made a thin white woman and a fat Black femme (who was also somewhat monstrous as a part of the story) as juxtaposed parties. That book as well as some gift art I received from YOU made me reconsider which characters I wanted to be fat -- and I eventually settled on Carolyn and Victor. I gave Saoirse another one of my favorite body types instead -- broad shoulders, narrow waist!

(Cara) 34: How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? Ooh, this is a juicy question. Cara tends to move to the beat of her own drum; the rules that society holds aren't necessarily the ones she believes in or follows in her day-to-day life. Where she feels the most guilt is when she feels like she's failed by her own metrics; when she can't live up to the ideals she holds for herself. She pretends it doesn't affect her when she fails to live up to her own expectations, but it will eat away at her until she directs her frustration at the nearest target.

(Victor) 43: If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? "I'm bi. Why, you interested?" (In fact, the entire quartet is bisexual! As a bisexual myself, it's very important for me to increase bi visibility through my characters. Plus, that way I can smash them together in whichever configurations I please <3)

(Jude) 7: What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling? Answered here!

(Jude) G: What trait of theirs bothers you the most? There's plenty to get bothered over when it comes to Jude, but the trait that bothers me the most is his obtuseness; he REFUSES to be vulnerable with others, and instead thinks he can guess what someone will like better than they can judge for themself. Instead of just letting someone fall in love with him, he tries to put on a show and tailor himself to their expectations. That and his (related) milquetoast opinions bug the hell out of me. Where's the vulnerability?? Where's the locked-and-loaded rant about your least favorite pastry????? He won't risk being 'wrong' for someone, which inevitably means that he's never right for someone either.

TGG:

(Lucia) 23: How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? She gets VERY competitive when envious (which happens a lot in the story; she has incredible magical talent, which has been outlawed in her home nation, and comes from a very low social rung). She WILL prove that she's the best, that she deserves what she wants, tooth and nail -- even if she's leaving with broken bones and bloody lips. It'll all be worth it to prove everyone wrong.

(Maria) 38: What memory do they revisit the most often? Maria holds a lot of fond memories around the ocean; it was a source of independence and bonding for her and her sister, and represents a wild kind of freedom that she was never allowed to embody growing up. She'll often return to a memory of her floating naked in the ocean underneath a full moon, completely at ease, and completely alone. No expectations, no needs she must address... just her and her skills, and the uncaring eye of nature.

(Maria) F: What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? LOVE!! I love Maria so much. I've poured so much of myself and my experiences into her. She perseveres alongside depression and chronic pain, and her creative and passionate spirit never dims even in the worst circumstances. Her curiosity, kindness, and fierce defense of the ones she loves is what it's all about, babey!!

(Alaric) 28: Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? Never. Lies ruined his life at a very young age, and turned him into the bitter fuck he is today. He makes it his mission to force people to face unpleasant truths whenever possible. Otherwise, when the truth eventually reaches you (and it will reach you), everyone will be caught in the crossfire.

(Alaric) B: What inspired you to create them? This is a great question! The seed narrative that would become TGG originally included just Maria and Leander -- but I decided I wanted a messy, bisexual love triangle (as well as a twist on the 'evil advisor' trope), and Alaric was born. Though that love triangle element wasn't retained into the current story, I still think it's a very fun dynamic. Two people who butt heads bond over the man they think they can't have, and have sex with each other as a substitute instead? That's the exact kind of mess I love. If the romantic rivals simply had sex with each other to blow off that frustration, everyone would be happier.

(Leander) 22: How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? ANOTHER GREAT QUESTION! Leander gets (even more) withdrawn when jealous, mostly because it's a very overwhelming feeling. It's very rare that he's confronted with something he wants but can't have, and even rarer that someone is willing to challenge him. It's... refreshing, in a way. So while he does get withdrawn, it's not in a submissive way, but in a 'the volcano is quiet but there's still molten rock underneath' way. That challenge is exactly what he needs to actually kick his ass into gear sometimes. Be assured; he might be quiet and stony-faced, but the gears are turning.

&LAV: (gonna answer for the main three -- Lav, Ro, and Zan -- since u didn't specify a char!)

40: How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Lav: They try not to think about it (which works sometimes, and not others). They try their best to live an upstanding life, but upstanding lives are just so boring. The constant battle is between impulse and societal pressure, and they've yet to balance them in a satisfying way. Slipping up is a 'flaw' -- but they discover that flaws can actually be kind of delicious when held in the right light.

Ro: Kind of, but it doesn't get to her. I mean, her job is literally to get showered with praise in exchange for performance, so a healthy sense of self-confidence is key. She's had her ups and downs -- and she would say her biggest flaw is her isolation -- but has gotten to a place where she can handle herself with grace and confidence. Sometimes a little too much confidence.

Zan: Very sensitive. He was recently punished -- both socially and physically -- by his superiors for slipping up. Now he's back and trying to prove himself, and he's very aware of how much is on the line. He's prepared to claw his way back to the top (and then some), but he'd be lying if he said he never dwelt on what landed him in his current predicament.

E: Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

Lav: They are very pretty, but we don't have much in common. I'm a very energetic person, and they tend to be more withdrawn; they're very refined, and I am... not that. I think we would have great conversations about their work (they carve gems! That's so cool!) but it would be a congenial exchange and nothing more.

Ro: A tentative yes! She's a homebody, so I think she'd appreciate that my idea of a fun hang-out is snacks and a movie at home. However, she's busy as fuck, so we wouldn't get to see each other often. Kind of annoying, but it's always a good time when we do see each other!

Zan: He IS an effervescent conversationalist, but our worlds are so different that I have no idea what we'd talk about. I'm not into cigars, or poker, or couture brands, or other rich fancy status stuff; likewise, he's not super interested in outdoorsy hikes or art, though he does have a good aesthetic eye. We might chat a bit at a bar, but it would be very low intimacy.

#culecore #tgg #&lav #THANK U FOR ASKIN!!!

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EngUkr I am interested!!!!!

I don't know if you are referring to the ship bingo but just in case I made one. I always share my thoughts about the ship after the ship bingo after all.

I love them. One of my top England ships. The peak big, tall women x short, scrawny man. Arthur is absolutely smitten with her and is less reserved with showing it. She's just so soft and gentle, free of judgement where Arthur can be more open and honest. And in turn Kateryna is just as smitten and really appreciates how Arthur makes her feel about her insecurities (ex. how tall she is, how curvy she is). He loves them and tells her that they make her beautiful.

It's really hard to come up with some things to say though because really what draws me to this ship is how cuddly they'd be. Arthur is a touch-starved little gremlin and he's got this warm, squishy girlfriend who will give him all the cuddles he wants. He will hug and hold her whenever he gets the chance.

Another idea I really like for them is that Arthur makes Kateryna clothes/alters clothes so they can fit her in a way she likes. Being taller than the average woman and also quite busty, it's hard to find affordable clothes that fit her nicely and are cute. Arthur being well versed in sewing, knitting and making clothes decides to help her out.

Also just Kateryna picking Arthur up and making him flustered.

For more indepth, specific thoughts you can see some thoughts from both myself and fireandiceland linked below

An OTP ask game thing I answered

My Fic "Tailor Made for You"

A kiss prompt by fireandiceland

fireandiceland perfectly summing up this ship

Me rambling about them

Okay, I think i summarized it best here:

"But it’s one of my fav m/f relationship. Bisexuals with tall gorgeous woman and a short, kind of average guy. Arthur fucking worships her because she’s beautiful and he feels lucky so he doesn’t dare let his pride jeopardize things.

And Kateryna is just so soft and gentle. Able to gently peel back the last layers of Arthur’s emotional defenses.

They give each other the affection they both crave. Kateryna needs someone who respects her, who looks at her not just for her body, who asks her what she wants, who puts her needs first. Arthur needs someone who is patient, gentle, who will attempt to communicate instead of blowing up when he gets defensive and know when he needs space to calm down and then talk."

But if you ever want specific headcanons, just give me a prompt and I'll be happy to ramble.

#hetalia #engukr #hws england #hws ukraine #ship asks #ship ask game #headcanons #hetalia headcanons

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takaraphoenix · 1 year

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Shadow and Bone: Season 2 Review

Now that I’ve sat with my s2 feelings for a day, I want to put something a bit more coherent together.

Second seasons are always tricky. They tend to fall victim to a major quality drop; very often, a first season manages to be mindblowing and the second season falls completely flat. With how much I loved season 1, I spent the past year very afraid of what kind of quality season 2 might have.

The short of it: I was pleasantly surprised, I don’t think there was a quality drop, I think that quality-wise it was pretty much en-par with season 1.

Sadly, that does include the major flaw - cramming too much plot into too few episodes. Eight episodes are just not enough for just how much they make happen, watching it all is so overwhelming in how quickly everything happens and how nothing is allowed to breath because we have to rush to the next thing because we just don’t have the time to sit with anything. And that’s a shame.

At the very least they could have given this 10 episodes to allow it all to be loosened a little bit more, though I still think that this would have been the perfect jumping off point for a Six of Crows spin off and splitting the two major plotlines this season - the Shadow and Bone season 2 focusing on Alina’s story and giving the Crows their own spin-off. Simultaneous release and make them crossover, when Zoya and Tolya go visit the Crows and when the Crows come join SaB for the season finale, those interactions could have still happened, but I think there would have been less whiplash and more focus if the rest had been allowed to happen in two separate shows.

My favorite thing about this show has been and still is that it has great characters. The plot’s... questionable - I’m not gonna lie, I’m very happy they mixed the book series (despite what I literally just sad; I think it served s1 very well to mix them) - but the characters are so amazing? I’m the type of person who usually really latches onto one characters, that’s mine, and the others become secondary characters to my fave. I don’t think I’ve ever latched onto as many characters before.

I love and adore Aleksander so much, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this feral about and attached to a villain before in my life. Alina is the most compelling female lead I’ve met since Buffy Summers, honestly - she is strong, capable, soft, beautiful, amazing. I fell for Inej so very hard so quickly, she is so amazing. Jesper is absolutely brilliant, that balance of snark and soft coupled with canon bisexual. And I even latched onto Kaz in my own way, because his trauma-response in regards to touch made me project my asexuality onto him and there aren’t many characters that I headcanon as ace so I have a very, very soft spot for those characters in particular too.

That’s already more characters than usual and I genuinely that that would be it. I knew that season 2 would bring new characters and I had hoped they’d be nice additions but I actually grew unreasonably fond of them too.

Tolya and Tamar are absolutely amazing. I wish we could have had more focus on Tamar and particularly her romance - I didn’t like that the Tamar/Nadia basically only happened in the background, like I get that we are pressed for time, I do, but you are wasting so much time on so much straight relationship drama because this show is playing Noah’s Arc to degrees that are very rare to see outside of CW shows honestly, so it would have been nice if I had gotten at least a little focus on the one wlw ship on this show, especially since they did have great chemistry on their scenes together. And Tolya is adorable, the big, strong guy and then he loves poetry and I’m gone.

Nikolai actually makes me feel like someone tailor made that guy for me. The snark! The jokes! The insistence on not remembering Mal’s name! The high levels of chemistry with Alina and the fake marriage trope with Alina! He’s a pirate! He’s a prince! He’s handsome! He’s amazing! What can’t he do! Gotta love him.

Genuinely my favorite part really was on Nikolai’s pirate ship. I would have absolutely watched an entire season of Alina and Mal as parts of Nikolai’s crew. Just. Pirate stuff with Nikolai, Tolya, Tamar and Miradi.

I really thought I would be... disappointed this season. Maybe that’s why I’m not. Because I set my expectations incredibly low so they were hard to beat, but honestly? I genuinely enjoyed the season.

The costumes were absolutely stunning this season, the costume department went all out!

The new characters were great. The plot is still whatever to me, I have thoughts on that that may be worth a separate post at some point but the thoughts aren’t changes from season 1 so it’s not really impacted by season 2. Nothing in season 2 really did anything drastic that disappointed me plot-wise. Well, that’s maybe untrue, but... nothing disappointing in an unexpected manner, perhaps, would be a better way to put that?

Aside from maybe the book spoilers I knew, like that firebird thing. I read about that. I was expecting some epic shot, with an actual firebird, some cool reveal. Not an info-dump from Baghra, of all people. That was... anticlimactic. And it also honestly made no sense? In the books, Alina and Mal went and found the actual firebird, because they were looking for the firebird. Because Alina wanted to use the firebird as her amplifier. And then realized that Mal was the amplifier that would work for her. The show kind of... muddled that together and decided that Mal couldn’t find the firebird because he was the firebird. But he... he wasn’t? He wasn’t a bird, he may have been the amplifier, but he wasn’t the actual firebird. That was... weird, boring and also kind of illogical.

I do think the show’s biggest issue is its pacing. It’s like we’re running a sprint, but it’s actually the length of a marathon. I feel out of breath. Please slow down.

I liked the ending. The ending surprised me in a positive way. I did not see a corruption arc for Alina coming at all. I really didn’t. Been advocating for this since like episode 3, nobody told me there would be actual Alina corruption in canon so that’s a nice surprise. I like how this could be a final ending that would leave things open for interpretation while still wrapping up all major plotpoints, but it definitely invites season 3. A very sensible way to end a season when you write for a Netflix show and never know if you will be allowed to live or die.

#Shadow and Bone #Shadow and Bone Spoilers #Shadow and Bone Season 2 #Phoe's Random Show Rants

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i-mybrunettelady · 1 year

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1, 6, 10 , 11, 12 for Nyra from the oc creation asks? :3c

(@space-plume sorry can't switch accounts atm :')

bestest girl part 2

1. What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)?

Appearance, actually! If you remember, OG Nyra, the Nyra I made in 2017, looked a bit different to current Nyra.

Here are comparison images. I don't know when I got a chance TMK, but I used it to make her hair brown and her eyes purple. Blue eyes stayed canon until HoT, but in her current lore, she's never changed her hair color. Redhaired Nyra is a weird image.

6. Is there any significance behind their eye color?

LMAO yeah. For a visual, see here! Nyra was born with blue eyes, but becoming Aurene's champion in HoT changed them to purple. That purple has faded and muted into a paler purple when Aurene ascended as an Elder Dragon. Her eyes are canonically somewhat off-putting, as they don't show much emotion, and she insists on eye contact. Doesn't mean she doesn't emote, just has weird eyes.

10. If they have an LI, how much of their character is tailored to be compatible to that person?

Not really? She's always been herself before I decided she works really well with Trahearne. They're just compatible as is <3

11. Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation?

Y'all are getting me into niche, years old OC lore creation stories and I love that!!! Basically, I didn't think of her sexuality when I made her in 2017. She wasn't a full fledged OC at the time, not really. A bit later, around the time of her hair color change (back when she was still Alysannyra Lionheart in my head) I gave her a tentative love interest. Loras Blacktyde. Who is he? I do not know. Couldn't tell ya. But even then I felt like she was telling me she wasn't straight, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what that was. Lo and behold, when I returned fully to the game in 2020, I finally settled on bisexual. That was, after all, the appopriate label. Nyra was bisexual since forever and it never really came through to me until three years ago, funnily enough.

12. What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

For writing, not that much. Just the fact that I have to skip over certain scenes I'd like to write or summarize them because she doesn't wanna talk about them. They're usually highly traumatic or uncomfortable. Also, smut. But that could be not being able to write smut for a long time. I'll have to try Nyra smut at some point though.

For drawing, her nose. Holy shit, her nose is hard to draw. From the front, not from profile. I think I got it now, but it took me a hot second ngl

#gw2 #ask meme #alysannyra #she's got a lot of stories; she's a 6yo OC soon #i love the nyra love rn mwah

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midnightsaboteur · 2 years

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Open Starter

Dorian Gatsby - 29, bisexual, professional thief

Cool summer air brushed Dorian’s skin in a way it hadn’t for a long time. The sun beamed down upon him like it had in the exercise yard but now that he was free from the constrictive walls behind him, it was like his first ever sunrise. Such thoughts about the weather may have seemed insignificant to reflect on for many, yet 18 months inside prison made it so sweet for Dorian whilst he left. Wearing the same suit he’d worn on the day he’d entered prison, a tailored grey number that felt infinitely so much better than his orange prison garb, Dorian lowered his sunglasses and grinned as he took his first steps of freedom.

His eyes immediately fell upon the person waiting by the familiar Jaguar. He’d suspected they’d show up to greet him but it was nice to have it confirmed in reality. With his gaze not leaving their form, Dorian smirked as he strolled towards them, a spring in his step and leather satchel of belongings swinging in his hand as he walked.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, babe!” he called out once he thought they could hear him, his South London tones breaking the serenity of the quiet street outside the prison. “Haven’t seen legs like those in over eighteen months, love...”

#indie smut starter #indie smut rp #indie rp #open rp starter #open starter #starter: dorian gatsby #/reposts this starter to finally try and get movement on this plot #pls gimme newly released charming prisoner reuniting #and enjoying the high life

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flora-summers · 1 year

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— INTRODUCING: flora summers.

aisha dee & she/her cis woman ‷ watch out , flora summers has crash-landed into roswell !! they look twenty-eight years old and celebrate their birthday on the twenty-first of june. they are from roswell, new mexico, reside in aurora apartments and are currently working as a clerk and seamstress at better off duds. one thing you should know about them is that she won’t be caught dead wearing boring clothes and has her own little side project as a freelance textile designer called to dye for where she designs prints and patterns, creates her own custom pieces to sell online and happily takes commissions‷

The Basics.

Full Name: Flora Summers Face Claim: Aisha Dee Pronouns and Gender: ciswoman (she/her) Birthday and Age: June 21st, 1994 (28) Zodiac: gemini ☉ sagittarius ☽ pisces ➶ Hometown: Roswell, NM How long have they been living there? All her life. Sexuality: bisexual Neighborhood: Aurora Apartments Occupation: Seamstress at Better off Duds & Freelance Textile Designer Family: Harold Summers (father), Louane Summers (mother)

The Personality.

A lot of people poke fun at Flora’s name, mostly because she really does live up to it. She’s a bright, warm presence that is usually both empathetic and level-headed. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t pack a punch though, considering that every now and then she can crack a joke to break the silence or make a snarky remark that seemingly slips out. Overall, Flora is a loveable dork that will go out of her way to help those out who need it and always makes time for an extra job or two. On her bad days, Flora can be a bit too in her head, overthinking every little choice she’s ever made and beating herself up over not being enough. Yet, she tries not to give into it and tries to face herself with the same humor and enthusiasm she has in store for her friends and loved ones.

The Biography.

Flora’s parents own the local thrift store Better Off Duds and are known as a warm and kind presence in the town. They used to be big fish in the fashion industry - her mom’s a fashion designer, her dad’s a tailor but they realized that it was never quite what they wanted from their life and decided to move back home and start anew.

From a young age, Flora knew that fashion was the field she wanted to get into as well, considering she was always so curious about her family’s work and what they did to help resell the clothes they got, tailoring and fixing them before doing so and creating something new out of something old

thanks to that idea, she’s never liked buying new clothing - she’s very much into the sustainable kind of lifestyle and does a lot of re- and upcycling in whatever capacity she can

in fact, she’s been doing so since she was a kid! She was always obsessed with making her clothes more personalized and eventually started sewing on patches of colorful fabrics onto her torn up clothes, drew on her jeans or dyed them if her mom let her get away with it

school was never really what she wanted to do either. she was a good student and liked to learn new things but she knew she’d probably be better off not going to college

instead, she worked at the store and helped her parents as much as she could and in return had time to take courses (ranging from pattern making, to design and sewing) to improve her skills. Before she knew it, she traveled across the country to attend textiles trade shows for inspiration

over the years, she got better and better at her craft and with her parents’ help and a lot of practice, she’s now a self-taught seamstress and freelance textile designer

her interest in the latter eventually resulted in a pipe dream of hers - an online business called To Dye For which is rather popular around town. It’s where she designs prints and patterns and creates her own custom pieces. She sells some at the store in her very own little section but takes on commissions as well!

It’s easy for her to win clients over by being friendly and not afraid to talk and connect to people - she got that from her dad who is a very kind presence and considering she grew up in the store, she picked up on it quickly and adapted it to her everyday life

Today, the Summers still upcycle clothes in their spare time and have their own little extra section in the store.

Ultimately, Flora wants nothing more than to make parents proud and continue her life in the town, yet she’s constantly torn between wanting to pursue her business growth and planning on taking over her parents’ store one day.

She doesn’t want to disappoint them but also doesn’t know how to combine her dream with the vision she had for herself ever since she was a kid

Her life had always been very structured and planned but nowadays, she has the need to break free without leaving her roots behind - a constant struggle she’s still learning to deal with.

The Connections.

friends (childhood friends since she's a local, new friends, fellow fashion enthusiasts,...)

customers

someone who helps her pack her online business orders and will listen to her rants about design choices

anything really!

There's a more descriptive connections page here.

#roswellintro #( intro. )#( about. )

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“Why not tonight? I’m even wearing something pretty.” + Kim x Anyone you like!!

Skull had to resist the urge to groan like a parent walking in an his kids having set the living room on fire; the superimposed vibe was still there, but all of the people in the room were adults, and therefore should know better.

He'd just left to get snacks for five minutes, get the cookies he'd been making out of the oven--it should not have been possible for things to spiral so fast.

He sighed, setting the platter down on the table, taking his own goblet off the edge to fill it with milk for the cookie he still held between his teeth, and grumbled aloud after a moment of chewing before sitting back down beside Adam, "...What did you do to Kim?"

Adam picked up his own little champagne flute and topped it off with Shirley Temple, pulling the maraschino cherry out, "Scopina asked her a Truth."

"About what?"

Adam chewed on the stem, pointing at the alien woman and then at Kim like a class T.A. reporting to a genius professor, "Who her best sexual experience was with."

"...Which was?"

Kim, if possible, went an even deeper red, shaky hand raised up and wiggly pointer finger directed at both Bulk and Skull, her head flicking back and forth in desperation.

It was like watching a kitten being given the option of cream or a whole portion of steak.

Skull, despite being fully aware that everyone was looking between the Pink, the Coinless General, and the Double Agent with quiet awe and absolute curiosity, looked deadpan and it really showed in his words how unimpressed he was at such a tedious and revealing question.

"You asked a flustered bisexual to make a choice."

Scorpina allowed her smile to grow all the way to her ears, looking upon Kim and then clapping her hands as they all waited.

"I...I...you're both...that is..." Kim finally stopped pointing and put her hands to her face to try and work away her blush.

…pulling his lips and tongue up along the curve of her panties as he traced their seems and pulled them gently down, Bulk smiled with his eyes up at Kim, hands remaining where he'd requested them at her sides as he pulled his own pants and underwear off to join his boots; shirt following them to the floor and pulling over the little jiggle he had left from years ago before he'd accumulated so much muscle underneath. The plush was still there, but Kim would be lying if she said she didn't appreciate the contrast as he slid above her and his belly smoothed over her own like a glove as he made way to peck and kiss at her lips.

It certainly distracted from the giant friend she had seen and ogled and wanted for weeks being at full mast and sliding between them to leave a wet trail from the ridge of her pubic bone all the way beyond her naval.

She wanted it so bad, but she'd promised to let him prep her after a good dinner and light wine. She'd even worn her sheer silk kimono and lace underthings that made her look like a cheesecake calendar girl from one of Norman Rockwell's more lurid pieces to keep her in check (since if she tore them from impatience, she only had one tailor good enough on staff to fix them, and no fucking way was she going to Adam Park after a sexcapade).

There was no way she could take him in her cunt; they'd measured and discussed this thoroughly, but Kim could never be called a quitter, so it would be her ass that he'd have to fill up.

"Maybe you're overthinking this a little," Trini put in as Kim continued to flick her gaze back and forth, from the mountain of a man that would have looked at home in the Game of Thrones original books, over to the man that'd had sex with almost every sentry that was both still living and had been stupid enough to attract Drakkon's attention or unfortunate (fortunate?) enough to have something Skull needed for the Coinless.

It looked a little uncomfortable, the way her neck kept low and seemed to sag off of her shoulders.

"No, I'm really, not!" Kim almost giggled hysterically, biting her thumb, "They're both awesome and an unapparelled delight. How am I supposed to choose between that?!"

"Make sure you eat her well, Skullovitch; I don't want a single drop wasted."

Skull couldn't give an answer one way or another in this position, bent over the bed with Drakkon absently pulsing inside him as if he was a finger puppet, while Skull's mouth and hands were meticulously occupied with Kim's pleasure as she leaned back, pillow princess to the end of the line as Drakkon wished.

It was dizzying, the inside of her head reeling with the morality she so cherished being hushed and shushed by the mind control that told her to sit back--literally--and enjoy the ride.

She was grateful, way deep down, that some piece of Drakkon really didn't like to work for the bastard when he was high on power. At least, not when it came to Kimberly, submissive little doll in the palm of his hand that he had never been able to go beyond whispering in the ear of, or giving her a peck on the cheek.

It must have been infuriating that he needed someone else to do this for him.

But at least...

She trembled and moaned like an overly enthusiastic diva from some tacky little porno produced in the '70s. Her hands couldn't help finding Skull's hair, wet from sweat and deprived of gel, pulling and yanking at the fine black strands as the pads of his fingers palmed her legs wide before getting down to brass tacks.

Kimberly could never be sure how he managed it, taking it painfully in the back end as Drakkon cooed in his ear, giving points and instructions and jerking him off in a reach-around; while also paying close attention to Kim's breathing levels, hands tweaking nipples and massaging her ass and hips.

His tongue was practiced in using the underside over the weeping folds, tip sparking lightning bolts at her clit, teeth gentle along the outside as he opened wide without bite to ease the greater length of his tongue inside of her.

When he added his spare hand into the mix, pointer and middle fingers following in after his tongue to search and locate that tiny little patch of flesh that was connected to important things, she squirmed like a cat in heat on a sidewalk. She folded up from her head resting on the pillows to lurch forward and over him; eyes wide open--unfortunately--to look Drakkon in the eyes like he'd ordered at the beginning to illustrate her pleasure.

"That was your question: Who her best sexual experience was with? Those exact words?"

The gathered party, a small cluster of Zack and Trini sharing the sofa and sipping at Root Beer beside Aisha and Rocky gorging on the mini red meat bits and bobs on crackers; Scorpina and Kim on either side of Bulk, using him almost like a bookend or body pillow with their own legs mirrored in draping over the sofa as he ate popcorn and they each practically chugged an actual pint of flavored liquor--all of them turned to look on Skull's face. Contemplative and precise like none of them could be.

Adam nodded his head as Scorpina was in the midst of chewing on her own maraschino cherry from the bottom of her drink.

She ended up at the edge of the bed, kimono and underthings carefully set to the side, her feet hanging off the mattress and her body being held up on quivering arms as Bulk had both eaten out her sopping wet cunt--he'd fondled her breasts the whole time, too, big hands encompassing the whole of them and holding on to sometimes maneuver her back and forth so she could grind against his mouth and tongue at her own leisure and preferred pace; moaning and breathing hard and so tempted to just rut against him until orgasm--and worked her asshole open with gel warmed and perfect.

His fingers were so big, it took half an hour to get four in to stretch her wide, get her ready and able for the main event that stood erect and alert and dripping pre all over the limestone and marble floor.

She was a drooling, begging mess by the time he pulled his foreskin back, that pretty red-pink head prodding gently against her as he held her ass open and still; sliding slowly, slowly, slowly in.

Kim had to finally rear up and lean backwards into his soft, downy hair covered chest once it was halfway to halfway in, hot and big against her insides as he pulled and pushed in and out in increments. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he kissed at her throat, palms still steady at her hips as she started bucking and bouncing to assist him on his journey. "Mm, you smell so good," he hummed in her ear, almost making Kim come right there with how honest he was; how gentle and sincere. The bristle of his beard sent pocked and prickly gooseflesh over her in waves and she could have begged for him to finish her there if she wasn't adamant about him getting his, too.

She did beg, a lot, by the time he was fully inside, eyes roving around in her head like a seizure patient and drool sliding down her chin as he really upped the pace--

And she really did mean UP. He moved into holding her legs aloft but firm so she was in the air, cock sloshing against the lubricant he'd also pumped a little inside, as well as his own pre; six inches outside of her body at any given time, but another six remaining inside her heat.

"Fucking fill me, fill me--fill me--!!"

Skull ate another cookie and settled his head aloft his hand, almost looking bored over at Scorpina.

"Bulk wins."

Two words, and everyone had instantly conflicting reactions to it.

Bulk blushed nearly as hard as Kim did, looking up at the ceiling while Kim looked confused at how easy it was for the man's best friend to decide that when she was a mess at her try.

Scorpina seemed to take it as a human thing, accepted it as the truth if he said it without hesitation; easily bored and ready for someone to carry on the game, she wasn't about to ask him to explain.

Zack and Trini could totally see it, having both "imbibed" on Bulk in their tenure fighting to protect and save the world. They knew what he was carrying and knew he was a good guy; Skull being his oldest friend was just an easy answer to swallow.

Aisha and Rocky looked...hesitant. But only because they were looking directly at Adam.

Adam looked scandalized and almost insulted that the words had ever even left Skull's mouth.

But he didn't contest his superior officer. Wouldn't, or couldn't, deny his friend his reasons for conceding a superiority the others didn't need to know about.

(Not here, when and where they were all relaxed a tipsy and a close stretch to devolving into silence and cuddles. Or falling asleep right there, Kim and Bulk within a stretched pace over to Kim's own bed of the empire.

The perks of being friends and comrades of the Queen; her room had all the fixtures of a studio apartment.

He could wait.)

* * *

Zack ended up with Trini draped over him, snuggled into his chest like the only safety she had known. Rocky doing much the same with Aisha, all muscle and lithe limbs and willing to take the brunt of his weight after almost dropping a champagne flute.

It took a little doing, but Kim had always been a girly girl and ended up forking over some of her stuffed animals she'd been amassing in her room under Bulk's suggestion she have something just for herself to hold onto in the night if she was feeling stressed and he was there; a giant red panda, giant unicorn and a pair of medium sized ferrets propped around Scorpina as she snored away the night. The empty bottle of wine Kim had fished out of her hand was replaced with a black cloth kitty.

Turned out that they four people in pairs could both wait. Both fold spare throws and blankets over sleeping doubles and singles as they all mentally plotted how to end their own evening together.

Bulk and Kim delighted in stumbling over to their shared bed by the time they were sure everyone was comfortable, Adam and Skull giving a wave on their way out the door to wherever they chose to go that was really neither Bulk or Kim's business.

They'd all worn through simple dares of chugging the last of the milk in gallons with one cookie each, or Frenching each other like they were teenagers again. Answering truths of their fears and hopes and embarrassment.

And now they just wanted to strip naked from the plain clothes they'd been adorned with all evening, dive under the covers and press palms, fingers, lips, tongues, curve of the leg, prick, and cunt wherever they deigned they could get away with without waking the others up.

Very much like they were kids again; and Kim couldn't stop smiling as she slid Bulk's cock between her thighs, the heft and heat of it driving her crazy on each thrust back and forth without penetration but more than enough friction.

She was still wearing the little chain necklace with pewter stone hanging off the one loop, and Bulk couldn't help laying on the compliment as her fingers worked his tip.

"You look...so pretty."

Kim smiled all the more, practically glowing like pixie as she held his hands above his head, pinning them to the pillows; swooping in for a deep, deep kiss.

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