#She preens a lot because she's a princess
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best friend!reader x best friend!steddie and shes telling them how she doesnt know how to give head so they teach her🥹
HELLO I SCREAMED. YES A MILLION TIMES.
(sorry for any mistakes it’s 2 am and i didn’t proofread oops)
18+ — MINORS DNI
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Steve should’ve known Eddie was cooking something up whilst you were explaining your dilemma. He should’ve seen it coming, but he was too busy listening to you ramble about how you’re scared to give a blowjob because you’ve never done it— scared about what movements feel good and how to be conscious of your teeth (you’ve heard that men complain about that a lot).
He was being a nice friend, consoling you and trying his best to assure you that you’re just overthinking and when the time comes, you won’t be as bad as you think you’ll be.
And Steve was so occupied with you that you both seemed to have forgotten the little devil sitting on the opposite side of you until he spoke up, tone suggestive with a glint in his eyes that made you what to squirm, “What if we just showed you how to do it?”
So now, Steve’s jeans are pooled around his ankles and his shirt is rucked up his chest as you and Eddie kneel before him. Steve’s not exactly sure why he was chosen to be the demonstration model, but he can’t find it in him to complain— especially not when your warm hands are slowly jerking him off in a toe-curling way that has him nearly seeing god.
Eddie’s hand rests over your hand, gently guiding your sinful movements and the scene causes Steve’s eyes to roll with a string of curses falling from his tongue. Eddie smirks at the sight, “Feels good, big boy?”
“Y-yeah… fuck, I don’t wanna cum before she has a chance. Hurry up, Munson.”
Eddie laughs and rolls his eyes before turning to you, “Okay sweetheart, Stevie here can’t take much more of your teasing so we’re gonna have to move onto the next step. Consider that a compliment.” He winks and you preen.
Eddie’s fist is gently stroking Steve’s cock as he speaks, “It’s easy, really. You can start out with a few licks and kisses, but overall, just imagine you’re sucking a popsicle.” Eddie leans forward, hand still stroking the throbbing cock as he licks at the tip a few times before pressing a few kisses to the underside of Steve’s cock.
Steve’s thighs tense, breath stuttering at Eddie’s teasing touches. Eddie’s lips close around the tip of Steve and he gently suckles, lapping up the bit of precum and humming at the taste. As Eddie sinks lower, Steve moans, a curse falling from his lips. Eddie sucks him off for a little bit before he pulls off with an approving hum, smirking at Steve’s disheveled state and the sight of your intrigued expression.
“Wanna try, sweetheart?” He asks. You quickly nod and he shuffles to the side to make room for you. You eagerly grasp Steve’s wet cock, stroking a few times as Eddie had beforehand. You lean forward to mouth at Steve’s cock, but you hesitate last second, glancing over at Eddie for an approving nod which he quickly gives.
You lean in, alternating between sloppy kisses and wet licks up his cock. You keep going until Steve’s hand reaches up to hold your head, resting there in an encouraging manner. You wrap your lips around his tip and suck, just like Eddie, slowly moving down the length of Steve. You can hear Steve’s bated breathing and Eddie’s soft praise, “Good girl, you’re taking him so well, princess.” His ringed hand rubs soothing circles against your back.
You don’t see it, but Steve can clearly see Eddie’s other hand sink to his own crotch, softly pressing against the hard tent beneath his jeans. You moan, pushing forward as far as you comfortably can, shuffling on your knees as you begin to bob your head up and down the length.
“How’s she feel, Harrington?” Eddie asks, gaze flickering up to the other curly-haired boy. “Fuck— good, she’s really good… i’m gonna cum, pull off.”
Your wide eyes flicker up to Steve’s face, watching as his features twist in pleasure. Eddie gently tugs your hair, silently ordering you to pull off of Steve’s dick. You release him from your mouth with a sinful pop, continuing your slow strokes as you look at Eddie, chest heaving in excitement and lack of air.
“I-I wanna taste.” You admit. Steve curses, a curled fist rising to his forehead as he tries to ground himself from the words you’ve just said. Eddie smirks, “Yeah? Wanna give it a try, princess?”
You nod and he chuckles, “Go ahead, before Stevie passes out.”
Steve curses at Eddie and you giggle and happily resume your activity. As you continue sucking Steve off, Eddie sneaks a hand in between you and Steve, gently grasping Steve’s tight balls. Steve moans, gaze snapping towards Eddie’s to see him smirking, “Come on, Harrington, you gonna keep our girl waiting?”
And Steve sure as hell isn’t, he’s blowing his load the second Eddie asks, moaning and cursing as he empties himself into the wet heat of your mouth.
You take as much as you can before you pull away, sputtering for air and coughing at what little cum you’d choked on and Eddie softly laugh, rubbing soothing circles across your back as Steve strokes himself off for the last few ropes of cum left in him.
“Did… was that any good?” You ask, wide eyes darting between the two boys. Steve scoffs out a laugh, “Yeah, sweetheart, that was fucking insane.”
You giggle in excitement and Eddie smiles. Steve stokes his sensitive cock once and moans before nodding at the two of you, “Now, why don’t you show Eddie what you learned, hm?”
#THIS WAS LONGER THAN I THOUGHT SORRY I WAS GOING FERAL#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie x reader#drabble#stranger things fanfic#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson smut#steve x eddie#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington smut#best friend!eddie#best friend!steve#steddie#steddie x reader#steddie smut#steddie x reader smut
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Emily: "I'm so happy Vaggie got her wings back! That's so wonderful!"
Charlie: "YES TOTALLY and she hasn't even cried today because of them so far, which is extra amazingly fun!!!!"
Emily: "Oh no... why would she cry from having wings again...?"
Charlie: "Cramps."
Emily: "Oh no!! Doesn't stretching them help with that???"
Charlie: "It helps her wings a LOT but then she cries."
Emily: "....can we clarify that a little?"
Charlie: "We-lllllll...."
-last week-
Chaggie: (sitting on couch together) (charlie folded up scribbing in notebook) (vaggie slumped over armrest reading a paperback)
Vaggie: (shifts) (rubs her neck) (still reading)
Charlie: (humming showtune)
Vaggie: (shifts again) (hums with her) (wings pop out)
Charlie: (busy adding stickers to notebook doesn't notice)
Vaggie: (leaning forward) (still busy reading)
Charlie: (giggling and putting sticker on her own cheek)
Vaggie's wings: (gentle flap)
Vaggie: (turns page) (oblivious)
Charlie: (tucks loose hair back in place) (otherwise also oblivious)
Vaggie's wings: (biiiiiiiiiiiiiig stretchy out behind her.....)
Chaggie: (fails a spot check)
Charlie, still giggling: "Hey Vaggie~ You want a stick~er~"
Vaggie's wings: (SMACKS THE AIR REPETEDLY AND WITH KILLING INTENT) (LIKE THE AIR IS A LVING THING THEY WANT DEAD)
Charlie: "-AWUGH!"
Vaggie: (yeets book) (PANIC) "Charlie!?"
Charlie: (lying on the floor) (groans)
Vaggie: "Charlie!!!!"
Charlie: "guhhh... wha'd i hit...?"
Vaggie: (THROWING HERSELF ON KNEES NEXT TO CHARLIE AND CRADLING THE GIRLFRIEND TO HER CHEST) "Sweetie don't move, your eyes won't focus and I think you're concussed- I, I think my wings-" (HORRIFIED) "-my wings..."
Charlie: (staring to one side of her) "Vaggieeee.. there two of yous...."
Vaggie: "...I did this to you."
Charlie: (giggling) "hehehe. double pretty~"
Vaggie: (tearing up) "I hurt you, Charlie."
Charlie: (still giggling) "good job with the being prettiness. gold star. A for adorable!" (sticks a sticker on Vaggie's cheek) (passes out)
Vaggie: "CHARLIE NOOOOOO!!!!!!"
-this week-
Charlie: "....and I think I woke up a few times while she was running around the hotel yelling for help, but I all I remember is thinking 'yay! girlfriend princess carry time!' and then snuggling in for another nap. So it's all still a blur until Husk wrapped some chipped ice in a rag for my head and helped bring down the swelling."
Emily: "....."
Charlie: "Point is- Vaggie was STILL sobbing into my chest when I woke up, and since then it's been a damn struggle just to get her wings out long enough for me to even PREEN them!"
Emily: (blushing) "...it, it has?"
Charlie: (pouting) "She makes me wear a helmet for it and everything..."
Emily: ".... that's... unfortunate."
Charlie: "She did like the sticker though." (sighs) "SO! How's Sir Pentious doing up there with HIS new wings??"
Emily: "Oh don't worry! It's nothing like that!! He's-"
Sir Pentious: (slides by SHRIEKING and SCREAMING grabbing at clouds desperately as he's dragged along by wildly flapping wings, followed by a crowd of heaven's denizens all shouting encouragements and advise as he zooms away into the distance, wailing)
Emily: "....he's adjusting."
Charlie: "Yay~!"
#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#chaggie#vaggie#emily hazbin hotel#sir pentious#incorrect quotes#vaggie has her wings again!#charlie has head trauma#vaggie is traumatized#emily is getting a headache#angelic sir pentious is on cloud nine#and ascending rapidly#with great and unwilling speed#im sure he'll be fine
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HELLO BEAUTIFUL
who ever requested alastor x reader and asking their dad for something and allie and their dad both respond gave me an idea..
what if you did alastor x reader meeting readers parents it can be fluff or you can somehow make it smut if you like!
or maybe a part two of their idea it was so good ngl..
ANYWHOOSLE IM A BIG FAN KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK
Your parents wanted to meet Alastor.
They had been sending letters, curious about the demon who had their daughter all lovesick.
The very thought made you nervous because well it was Alastor.
Of course he was a gentleman, he doted on you, but your love was a sadistic Overlord.
When you brought it up to the red demon, surprisingly he agreed.
Alastor was elated to meet your folks.
He promised to be on his best behavior.
So you told your parents you’ll see them soon with a visitor in tow.
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“Oh honey just look at ya! Oh its been too long” your mother exclaimed when she opened the door to reveal you and Alastor. She pulled you into a tight hug, making you sigh at her comforting embrace.
She let y’all in and gushed at Alastor
”Well ain’t you a looker!” She giggled, giving you a sly smile “Dear you shouldn’t hide a face like that” she gave you a nudge, making you blush
”Momma!”
Alastor smiled and held his hand out “Haha why thank you madam. Its nice to finally put a face to the letters ”
Your mother snorted at his formality “Ooh I don’t shake hands c’mere dear!” She grabbed him into a hug.
She ushered the two of you to th living room.
Alastor looked around your home. It was charming and warm, much like you.
”CHARLES GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!” Your mother hollered before offering Alastor any snacks.
Your mother settled beside you “sooo my daughter has eluded us about you, mystery man. Care to tell us about yourself?”
Heavy footsteps raddled the house and a large form entered the living room.
Angry red eyes leered at you.
”Daddy!” You exclaimed happily, running from your seat and embracing the man.
He twirled you around, chuckling “Princess its been too long. Its god to have you home again. Your Ma said you finally brought a man over. So where’s the bastard?”
Your ears flattened as you got shy. Your mother sucked her teeth, rolling her eyes “Use ya eyes. This look like a bastard to you?” She gestured to Alastor who rose and approached your father.
Your father was tall and intimidating, but Alastor wasn’t fazed.
He stuck his hand out “Pleasure to meet you sir, simply a pleasure.”
Your father let out a growl and took his hand, gripping it tightly.
He glared “White or dark?”
Alastor cocked his head “Liquor sir?”
”You can tell a lot about a man by his choice of drink. White or dark?”
Alastor coolly responded “Dark. Whiskey preferably. But I’m not against the taste of scotch or brandy”
Your father let out a hearty laugh that boomed through the house. He turned to you “Good choice dear”
Once all settled, you decided to answer some questions (your mother’s)
You told them how the two of you met and how the Overlord was relentless in courting you. You even talked about the hotel business and how Alastor supported you.
Your father took a sip of his liquor ”A Overlord huh? Hmmm”
Your mother preened “dark and handsome oh my”
You had relaxed against Alastor, your chest brimming with affection as your parents chatted with the demon.
A large hand intertwined your fingers, snapping you back to reality.
You turned to Alastor, who was looking at you affectionately. He brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to your skin.
”Your daughter had my heart the moment I laid eyes on her. I am truly a lucky man to have such a gem at my side”
Your lip wobbled and you heard your mother coo.
”Well I couldn’t imagine anyone else worthy of her. Treat her well now or else” your father’s horn flared in warning.
You all laughed.
Your mother suggested you stay for dinner.
The two of you prepped the meal, while your father took Alastor out back to show off his guns.
You were elbow deep in dough when you heard your mother speak
”So when’s the wedding?”
Your cheeks burned “wedding? Momma we’re in Hell. Do we really need a wedding?”
She shot you a look “girl you hit the gold mine you gotta secure him quick”
Soft static greeted your ears as your father and Alastor entered the kitchen. Your father was grinning “Good aim on this one! Imma have to borrow him on my hunts. Ha what’s you say son?”
Son. Your daddy had acknowledged Alastor as his son-in-law.
Alastor chuckled “i would love to. Its been a while since I let loose”
Your father ushered him away, going on about different guns and techniques used in hunting.
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You hugged your mother and father as you stood on the porch ready to leave.
”Oh do you have to go so soon?” Your mother pouted, making your father rub her shoulder. You smiled, looping your arm with Alastor’s. Alastor answered “I’m sure we will see you soon. After all I would love to see you lively folks at the wedding”
Your mother squealed as you looked at Alastor in shock
”Al?”
He chuckled “Your father gave me his blessing when he shot me”
Your whipped your head to your father “”Daddy!”
The man shrugged “had to test his devotion. I’m not just gonna let anyone marry my princess. He can take a few bullets if he love you”
You shook your head and waved them goodbye as you departed.
Alastor was humming as you walked back to the hotel.
”Your folks are a lively bunch dear! I see. I see you get your charm from” he chuckled.
You laughed “you’re lucky. Daddy ate the last man I brought over”
Alastor leaned to press a kiss to your forehead, lacing his fingers with yours
”Good thing I shot him first then”
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Ghostface!Tara is a need, not a want. If you’re up for writing that I’d be stoked to see it
TARA CARPENTER GHOSTFACE HEADCANONS !
✗ warnings ; murder, general ghostface girlfriend toxicity. nsfw at bottom. possessiveness.
was terrified of you finding out and leaving her. you were never meant to find out. she did everything in her power to stop it (and if it meant a few extra deaths? well.. who‘s counting?)
but, you find out. of course you do. and she’s so so so scared of you leaving her. her eyes all wide and pupils all shaky as she tugs on the edge of your top in a death-grip, like you’re about to slip away.
pleading with you, cupping your cheeks as she tries to kiss you with all these words, cracking and trembling and spilling from her lips “please, baby, i did it for you—it’s all for you. you can’t leave— please don’t— please don’t go—“
not above getting to her knees and grovelling at your feet.
and the desperation is real. she loves you, oh how she loves you—but it doesn’t mean it’s not manipulation, either. she knows you’re as weak for her as she is for you. she knows the second she starts whimpering and tugging at you, tears making her eyes all glossy that you’ll cave for her. you always do.
intensely possessive, will get jealous at even the thought of you with someone else.
will be CHILDISH about it. lots of pouting and tugging you away by the wrist. seemingly innocuous, until she breaks away from you with a little beam on her face after you kiss her worries away, and proceeds to carve up whoever evoked her wrath—deserved or not. all messy and bloody and gorey.
she likes it when you coddle her—as if she’s the most precious little princess in the world and not a cold-blooded serial killer.
preens under your attention. needs it always. she’s like a cat, always clinging to your side; nuzzling into the crook of your neck or making sure you keep your arms slung around her.
“you’re not gonna carry me home?” tara pouts, arms wound around your neck as she leans up to kiss you, eyes sparkling impishly. “but ‘m gonna be scared. how’re you gonna protect me from all the psychos ‘nd killers stalking the streets, huh?”
“tara. you are the fucking pyscho.” you grumble, before hoisting her up in your arms anyways. it’s worth it, with the way she nudges into your neck with a delighted grin, snuggling against you like a goddamn kitten.
very much a ‘if i cant have you no one can’ type. if you don’t constantly reassure her.. even in the littlest ways— then, well..
she’s YOURS. okay? nobody else’s. tell her she’s yours. fucking tell her.
nsfw!
power bottom if you’ve ever seen one. knows exactly what she wants, and she’s gonna get it.
in her eyes she should be your absolute no.1 priority. including her libido. ergo meaning that no matter what you’re doing — if she’s horny, she‘s horny, and WILL make it your problem.
what starts as incessant pestering and whining and hands all over you devolve if you take too long. she’ll crawl into your lap regardless of what you’re doing and just start humping your thigh, taking matters into her own hands.
she’ll do this even during a work call or a hang out with your friends, if you’re not careful. and u have to be careful like.. a lot
definition of a pillow princess. always comes first, and the most. she takes priority, after all.
surprisingly doesn’t need much aftercare. is a big fan of snuggling after sex, though. mainly because she can slot your leg between hers and grind out another rut against your thigh as you doze off.
likes to play with your hands. a lot. often takes your knuckles and grinds them into her clothed cunt under the table .
likes provoking you in the sense that you’ll come home and she’ll be blatantly fucking herself on the couch. just.. legs splayed wide open, granting full view of the vibrator against her cunt. looking you dead in the eyes with a cheeky little grin as she throws her head back and mewls, loudly, shakily — and that’s your cue to give her something real to moan about.
#(╯°^°)╯head💣canons#inbox !#tara carpenter#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter headcanons#tara carpenter fanfic#scream#tara carpenter smut
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miguel purposefully giving reader lots of fluids to drink then fucking them silly. reader tells miguel to stop for a second because she has to use the restroom, but miguel doesn't stop and makes reader piss all over him. 👀
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Tags: short, drabble, piss, daddy!Miguelxfem!reader (not incest dw youth group weirdo’s)
OHHOHOHO YEAHHHHHHH
Miguel just likes to make sure you’re taking care of yourself and staying hydrated. He’s always filling up your water bottle, because he’s so sweet and attentive! Not for any other reason!!
And when he’s got your feet behind your fucking head to bully his cock into you as far as possible, you feel like you’re going to explode.
Miguel pushes one large palm against your abdomen, and you swear you can feel his cock in your throat. That’s when you feel it, the build up, the culmination of Miguel’s sweet attention.
“You take me so well Mami, this pussy was made for me.”
You preen at his words, but there’s an all too familiar tingle that’s building in your bladder.
“Da- Daddy,” you hiccup, “I gotta, I need to use the bathroom.” And Miguel can’t help but coo at how sweet and worried you sound. He brushes a tear from your burning cheek.
“I want you to make a mess f’me, Princess, you can do that for Daddy right?” The gears turn pitifully slow in your fuck-out mind, but realization hits you like an ice bath.
Miguel gives you no time to argue, pressing down against your tummy hard and slapping his balls against your ass with fervor. In this position, you can’t cross your legs for relief. You’re being dutifully and purposely fucked wide open with no opportunity to stop what’s about to come out.
You’re doomed once he starts rubbing your clit, babbling please’s and Daddy’s and a humiliating, Gonna make a mess.
“I know you are, Mami. Let me see it, make a mess all over Daddy.”
And you can’t tell if your cumming or pissing first, but everything comes out at once with a pitiful sob. You and Miguel are both covered in your piss and tears and drool, and you only stop crying when Miguel pushes his thumb into your mouth for you to suck on.
You’re gooey and warm like he’s never felt before. Miguel’s newly baptized with your mess all over him, and cums deep inside your still-spasming cunt.
“Such a sweet. Messy. Naughty. Little thing.” He kisses your leaking pussy with every word. Open mouth and warm tongue bringing you sack down into reality.
He’ll lick and nibble at your spent hole until you’re trying to rip him away, he’ll give you a break eventually. Probably. Maybe.
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FICTOBER DAY 18- Give Me A Spin
heheheh we have a halloween check in (filth) from our You Again universe!!!
FICTOBER
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WC- 1.5k
Warnings- degrading, costumes, thigh riding, etc.
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“Give me a spin… let me see the full thing.” Harry spoke, swirling his liquor around the tumbler. The ice clinked against the glass as he sat in the armchair, letting Y/N give him costume choices for his friend’s Halloween party.
Y/N wanted to look tasteful but also a little sexy. Harry was older than her and she assumed his friends were also kind of classy. It wouldn’t be like any college party she had gone to before, and since actually starting to date the more mature man, Y/N had made some changes. It was nothing she didn’t already want to do but it seemed like Harry elevated her in a way. Something she really liked, but something like this was slightly intimidating.
Her options had come in the mail, and consisted of things that could potentially match Harry’s options. He had an obvious suit, so she thought she could go as a secretary, or he could do jeans and slicked back hair, so she bought a 50’s Grease inspired outfit. There had also been the relaxed version of princess aurora, which she could match with one of his flowy white shirt shirts and brown trousers- but there was one that she had bought specifically to rile him up.
Harry as a whole was a very mild mannered, calm man. He was soft spoken and gentle with his approach, level headed and a lot of the things she expected out of dating a man like him- but she had seen his other sides. How he could become far more excitable when she dragged it out of him. Y/N still had a lot to learn about the man sitting in front of her, but she knew one thing for certain- she had started to poke the bear.
Her last costume was one she had tucked away from a previous Halloween party, one where she was definitely more bold with her attire. A lace bodysuit with a little puff tail attached to her ass and bunny ears was absolutely not what she was going to wear to a party full of his friends, but when she was giving him a little fashion show? She figured she would test her luck.
The white black heels highlighted her legs perfectly, making her feel tall and statuesque as she began to turn herself around carefully. He would want to look at every detail, every little bit of it when it was on her because her goal would be for him to take it off. His eyes could be felt on her as she preened, turning back to face him with her hands clasped in front of her, anticipation building in her belly for his reaction. “What do you think?” She prodded, tilting her head in that pup-like way that seemed to always get to him.
Harry was silent for a moment, taking a sip of his drink as he let his eyes eat her alive. She swore she could feel his line of sight burning her skin, lingering on her thighs and her breasts that both were quite exposed. The longer he was quiet, the more she felt like squirming, knowing that she had definitely just taunted him when he had had quite the work day. She was playing with fire but desperate to feel the burn.
“I think you’re a filthy whore.” He said, not changing his posture as he took another sip. “But I do like that quality about you, darling. Come to me.”
Y/N could feel herself getting wet when he leaned back in the chair and spread his thighs, patting the left one for her to sit on. She didn’t want to seem too eager but god, she was. She was so eager and embarrassingly wet as she moved to him and went to sit across his lap, only to be stopped by his hand.
“Wrong way. Straddle it, darling. Go on.” He patted her ass, steading himself as she stared at him with wide eyes, doing as she was told. Her brain immediately reminded her that he was definitely going to feel how wet she was if she stayed like this, trying to keep some of her weight off- but that plan was foiled when he tugged her to sit down.
“I-I think this means you like it?” She asked, feeling his fingers brushing over the lace as he hummed in his throat, his gaze making her feel naked. The costume had her close to it, but that’s probably why he loved it so much.
“I do. I like when when my pretty girl dresses slutty for me. Sometimes… I forget, y’know?” His hand squeezed her thigh, tapping his fingertips on the top. “I forget that you’ve got that filthy side that I need to indulge in. I’ve been fucking you too sweet, hm?” His hair fall slightly into his eyes as he shook his head, a little smirk rising on the corner of his lips. She could feel his thigh muscle tighten as he adjusted himself in the chair, keeping her steady before resting his hands on the arms of the plush armchair.
“A little.” She peeped, eyes round as she tried to gauge him. Harry’s touch had been taken away but he made no moves to move her from his leg. “I love it all, though. I do, I just like when you…” Her voice caught as she shifted, her clit brushing against both the lace of her bodysuit and his pants.
“When I what, sweetheart?” He murmured, looking unbothered despite his dark eyes. “When I treat you like my little doll? Is that what you like?” His words were cooed, but she could feel the slight humiliation on her cheeks when she shivered at them. “Yeah, I think that’s it. You knew what this little get up would do f’me. Wanted to tease me, because my sweet little thing isn’t about to flash her pussy to everyone. Or maybe she would.” His fingers rose again, tugging the top of the bodysuit down to reveal her tits, pebbled nipples taken between fingers as he plucked them. Y/N mewled, trying to get closer to him when his touch fell away.
“N-no. I’m yours.” She insisted, shifting again and letting her eyes hood as she felt the burst of pleasure again. Why was this making her so wet? “Promise, I’m yours. I did it for you, I know you had a day a-and I wanted to make you happy.” Her explanation was breathy as Harry bounced his thigh a few times, making her gasp.
“Aw, look at that.” He smiled. “Sweet little fuckdoll. You wanted to put on a show for Daddy, hm?” His grip moved to her waist, pulling her to move her hips. “Then do it. Ride my thigh, make a mess of it, but don’t cum.” There was no arguing with him, but Y/N whined anyways. Rocking her hips was a sweet relief, mouth falling open and fingers curling in his shirt as she rubbed her clit over the fabrics.
“None of that whining, Doll. I can smell how wet y’are. Filthy thing, must have been gagging for it all day. Love you too much to deny you, but…” He sucked his teeth, watching her bunny ears begin to slide down which he prompt fixed. “Daddy’s got a pretty little fuckbunny and I want to feel that perfect cunt gush around my cock when you cum. M’selfish when it comes to your pleasure. All of it belongs to me, yeah?”
Y/N nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. His fingers gripped her cheeks, making her lips pout and her gasp as she moved her hips faster. It was rare for him to ever do something like this, but she loved to make him shed the sweet, fluffy skin that was usually reserved just for her with the deep, slow sex and soft kisses, to this. The slight degrading, the playing with her right back. “I said, It all belongs to me. Use that pretty bunny brain to respond with words, my love.” He pulled her down for a soft kiss before releasing her, brow raising in expectation.
“It’s yours, I’m always yours, Daddy. I’ll do anything for you.” She whispered, eyes watching as he began to undo his belt. Her mouth was almost watering, wanting to take him down her throat and taste him, but she would behave until he said to do anything but.
“That’s what I wanted to hear, babylove.” He sighed, letting his belt fall to the floor. “Now keep going, get to the edge, and then sit on my cock. Bounce on it like the good little bunny y’are.”
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~Flare up~
Vaggie has bad chronic back pain even after she gets her wings back. what will happen when you pain flares up and she tries to hide it, making it worse?
Having wings was the best and the worst in Vaggies opinion. She was no longer intimidated by tall shelves, she could kiss Charlie on the forehead, she had a height advantage in battle finally, and Charlie thought they looked hot. But a few downsides were definitely having to preen them, the reminders of heaven, and oh yeah, her back pain got worse. She used to have chronic pain from the trauma her back endured when her wings were ripped off. It was basically like someone ripping your leg off. She had a lot of phantom pains but unfortunately they got worse when she did get her wings back. Why did they get worse? Her back now had to work a lot more and she had to use her core more when flying. It made her back sore almost all the time. Unfortunately, she would also get intense flair ups. Basically, it was when her already sore back would get increased pain at random times. Sometimes it was brought on by something or it was just random.
In order to stop Charlie from worrying whenever her flair ups would happen, she would try to hide them the best she could. She knew it wasn’t the best to lie but she didn’t want her partner to spend a lot of time on her when she could be worrying about the hotel. If she knew, she might suggest that she stay out of bad situations in case her pain was flaring up. That would be horrible because then Vaggie wouldn’t be able to protect her princess.
However, one day, that all changed.
Vaggie was helping out with the activities as normal, trying to work on redeeming Angel and doing things that were personalized to helping him. They were doing a bean bag toss game mixed with a therapy lesson where every time you missed the whole, you had to restate the coping mechanism you would use when you have urges.
It was Vaggie’s turn to toss and she made it in the hole first try. Alastor came up from behind her and slapped her back.
“Great job, dear!” He congratulated her with a very mocking smile. She couldn’t even pay attention as she felt pain building up. It was getting mighty strong that she could barely move. She held her breath, trying to wait for it to pass but it didn’t.
“Oi, Toots, mind moving?” Angel asked as it was now his turn.
“R-right, sorry,” She tries her best to move back to the end of the line. Charlie could sense something was wrong and went up to her.
“Babe, are you okay, that seemed to have really hurt you,” Charlie asked with worry in her voice.
“Y-yeah, the slap just scared me is all,” She assured. Charlie left her alone, trusting her partner enough.
As the activity went on, the flare up got worse. It continued to build up with every moment. Her head was starting to throb in coherence with her back. It was actual torture just trying to move. She didn’t even try when her turn came next to throw the bag. It caused her so much agony.
Charlie could tell something was up with vaggie. She was acting so secretive but also like she was suffering. She hated seeing her partner hurt and tried to talk to her about it again but Vaggie quickly changed and avoided the topic.
When Vaggies turn came once again, she was scared. She was now feeling really lightheaded and the agony was horrible. She wanted to rip the flesh out of her back. She just wanted the pain to go away. It took everything for her to not moan and whimper in pain with every step she took to get to the front. When she bent over to pick up the bag, she felt her legs start to shake and her vision was getting wonking. She stood back up and swayed.
The pain suddenly reached its peak. She grunted and fell to the floor, almost passing out in the process.
“Vaggie!” Charlie ran up to her and sat down with her on the floor and set her head in her lap.
Vaggie whimpered, not being able to keep up the mask anymore. Her breathing was labored and heavy. She gripped tightly to Charlies pant leg.
“It hurts…so bad. Make it go away…” she cried softly. It was too much. She needed help. Now she had to ask for it.
“What hurts?” Charlie asked with concern filling her voice. After getting more whines in return, she asked again, “Please tell me, baby,”
“B-back. F-flare up…” Vaggie whimpered. Even talking made her pain worse. She was sweating from shoving the feelings down.
Luckily, Charlie knew what this meant. She knew that Vaggie had chronic pain and flare ups but never knew they were this bad. Vaggie would only ask for a painkiller, saying it wasn’t bad enough that she needed anything more. Charlie always offered to give her a massage but Vaggie always turned her down, saying that it really wasn’t that bad. And of course, she believed her.
So, when Vaggie told her about the flare ups, crying, Charlie knew it was bad.
“Angel, go grab an ice pack from the freezer, Husk, get an over-the-counter painkiller from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom,” She commanded. The two split up, grabbing the things, now knowing how serious this was due to Charlie’s tone.
“It’s okay, sweetie, the pain will be gone soon, I promise,” She tightly embraced her head and kissed her forehead. Charlie gently tried to massage her back.
“a-AH” Vaggie yelped in pain. Charlie quickly took her hands back, seeing the negative reaction.
Angel returned with multiple ice packs and a heating pad, just in case. He used to have flare ups in his back from when he first started his porn career, so he knew how to deal with them. He wasn’t used to the intense work days so he would often have back pain.
“Here. If these don’t work in the next five to ten minutes, try the heating pad instead,” he advised. Charlie mumbled a thank you before placing them everywhere on Vaggies back. Charlie was still sitting on the floor, criss-cross, with Vaggies head in her lap.
Husk came back with a water bottle and a bottle of pills. He handed them to Chralie and she proceeded to take two out.
“Open up, honey,” She told Vaggie in a soft and calming voice. Vaggie moved her head slightly and opened her mouth. Charlie set the two pills in her mouth and held the water to her lips. After she swallowed the water, making the pills go down, she laid her head back down in her lap.
After about 4 minutes of Vaggie laying down on Charlie, she stopped whimpering. Charlie saw this as progress. Everyone was sitting around them, waiting anxiously. It scare them to see their strongest shoulder cry in pain due to back problems. They could only imagine how bad it must be.
Finally after about 12 minutes, the pain died down. She felt so much better, but still kept her head in her lap. It felt nice. Her lap was warm and comforting. Any parts of Charlie were warm and comforting if she’s being honest.
“M sorry for making you all worry,” She apologized. Being a burden to people made her feel a bit weird and awkward. She doesn’t know how to react because she wasn’t used to people caring.
“Ay, don’t worry ‘bout it, toots. I understand how bad d’ees flare ups can get. If ya ever want to talk ‘bout it, I’m here,” Angel told her. Even though they fought a lot, he still tried to bond with her in ways.
“Thanks…” Vaggie mumbled tiredly. All that agony really tuckered her out. And Charlie was extremely comfy and she wanted to savor the moment.
“How about we move you to bed?” Charlie asked.
“Mk” she replied. Charlie handed the ice packs and heating pad to Angel before lifting her fallen angel up. The pornstar followed them up to their room and helped Vaggie get situated. They had her lie on her stomach on the bed with the ice packs on top of her.
Even though she hated being a burden to people, it was nice to know that people actually care about her. She wasn’t very used to it because of how brutal heaven was. But she was slowly getting better and that's all that mattered.
#charlie x vaggie#chaggie#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanfiction#hazbin hotel fanfic#hazbin hotel vaggie#Vaggie angst#angst#Hurt Vaggie
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So you know how it's known across the fandom that Yuu's love for Grim (and favouritism) is stronger than any potential romantic love and one of my favourite tropes is having Grim getting in the way of the boys' courting because of Yuu's motherly instincts for the little baby.
Imagine that but Miss Yuu and the villainous sidekicks in the House of Mouse!AU because of course her Disney Princess-ness is so strong that she not only has her own animal sidekick but also the animal sidekicks of the villains. Like, the overblot gang try to visit her at her job in the club only to find her already occupied.
Riddle comes in to find her having a pleasant tea party with the King of Hearts and the White Rabbit and feels too shy to say anything
Leona is visibly ticked to find his pillow herbivore in a hyena cuddle pile, with Yuu giving them all head pats (especially when Shenzi, Banzai and Ed give him smug looks when Yuu's not watching)
Azul can do nothing but stare when he finds Yuu's attention is slowly focused on giving Flotsam and Jetsam head scritches as they purr all self-satisfied like the little sea cats they are
Jamil is completely irked to see Iago hogging all of Yuu's time by letting her pet his feathers as he brags about himself
Both Vil and Malleus have come on separate occasions to find either Queen Grimhilde's crow or Diablo preening at Yuu's attention
The one time Idia leaves his room and comes to the club with Ortho so that he can play a new mobile game with Yuu, only to find her sitting in the corner with Pain and Panic all snuggled up on either side of her (and Grim on her lap, of course), as the three of them watch Kimi No Na Wa on the imps' tablet.
I just find find it neat how the sidekicks (both heroic and villainous) have all basically claimed Yuu as theirs as well. I've always loved the whole found family aspect of when a character is dating or gets gets adopted by a powerful character, all of the underlings instantly welcome them, shower them with love and are probably even more protective of them than the other main character (it happens quite a lot in manga, manhwa and in a lot of fanfics I read)
This is adorable, but also the image of Pain and Panic basically being iPad babies makes so much sense.
Hades brought Cerberus once, and Miss Yuu giving him a treat was all it took for him to be a good puppy. There is always a bird, good or evil, perched on her shoulder. Lucifer likes to curl up at her feet when she sits down somewhere. Yuu is basically and unofficial Disney princess now, so that means all the animals love her. But Grim will always be her baby.
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@galrakeithxshirofan suggested I made a follow up comic to the last one with Red Son so... here it is! I might also do Macaque and Wukong but I feel like that one would require a lot of thought and my hands also need a break. Once again spoilers below the cut!
Keep in mind that I’m thinking about how the reveal might look in the actual show so it’s not as feelsy as the previous one. I think telling his friends is what’s going to be the hardest for MK because he already feels weird about it, so he’s probably worried that everyone will freak out and start treating him differently. I mean the last thing he needs is for everyone to start treating him differently when he’s in the middle of an identity crisis. Once he gets over that hurdle I think it would be easier for him to have more candid conversations about it.
When it comes to Red Son I don’t think he would be too weirded out because like... “since when has noodle boy ever been normal?” He would definitely have questions but actually asking about then would make him seem too invested in MK’s wellbeing, and he would hate to be called out on that. Red Son looked at emotional honesty and jumped out the nearest window, because even though he 100% has a soft side he can’t admit to it or he would probably die of embarrassment.
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I can’t imagine they’d care all that much. Their reaction might differ depending on the context in which they found out, but generally speaking the most dramatic reaction I can imagine them having to just... being told about it directly would be for Princess Iron Fan to hype up her man by commenting on how how she knew there was no way an untrained human child with no preexisting abilities could best her husband in combat.
DBK would be internally preening at the comment because being beaten by a secret stone monkey with a predisposition for quickly picking up new abilities is absolutely different from getting your butt kicked by some random kid who only had Monkey King’s staff for like 8 hours at that point. It would probably soothe his wounded ego a bit if anything.
#lmk spoilers#lmk season 4#lmk season 4 spoilers#lego monkie kid season 4#lego monkie kid season 4 spoilers#lego monkie kid#lmk#lmk mk#lmk red son#lmk DBK#lmk mei#monkey mk#lmk fanart
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hello lovely 💜💜 for the wip thing, im excited for ALL of them but im gonna pick bardknight 💜💜💜
hello sweet darling 🌷🤍 your wish is my command, mwah! 🫶 this one is once more a direct follow-up to snippet no.3, 358 words of the 1277 i just wrote in response so your ask 😌
part one • preceding snippet no. 1 • preceding snippet no. 2 • preceding snippet no. 3
Fate does not possess the grace to let him die on the spot, however, the daggers in the bard’s eyes not sharp enough to end his life, but more than sufficient to snuff out any sense of bravery he could have possessed to approach Harrington anytime soon. Eddie finds himself almost grateful for the admittedly rather lame excuse that only comes to prove his cowardice, but he decides not to dwell on it for now.
Or he tries, as he downs the wine in one go and lets his eyes travel in search for familiar, friendly faces, and finding the Princess already approaching him with a smile so bright and warm it alleviates the anxiety thrumming through him.
“Eddie!” she says, smiling even wider when he remembers to bow before her — something they had to practice a lot when they were children and she would sneak away from her lessons and appearances to play with him instead. It feels like a lifetime ago; she is the prettiest person he knows — always has been, but she kept the spark of glee even as an adult. It makes him weak in the knees with happiness, having her friendship so deeply ingrained in his soul even after all this time.
Her eyes travel over his doublet made of silk so deeply red it appears black if the light plays a trick on your eyes. It is one of his finest possessions, and it takes everything within him not to preen in front of the princess.
“And to think of the way you scoffed so offhandedly when I told you years ago that silk would suit you. You have grown to be so very handsome, my dearest friend, I can hardly take my eyes off you lest I have to fear your untimely disappearance once more.”
Eddie smiles, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks, entirely aware that he had not yet enough wine to only blame it on that.
“I am here to stay for the time being, your highness, so fret not. If only to show Hawkins how right you were, my dear, because I do look fabulous in silk.”
🤍🌷 make me write (please) – you can't vote anymore but asks are still welcome as i make my way through them ever so slowly
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How do you perceive Peach's and Luigi's relationship? Are they closer to best friends or merely just aquaintances?
Even though Peach's demeanour towards the brother is in some official cases presented as cold or indifferent in SPM she seems to be rather worried for him, even asking about Luigi's wherebouts and being, other than suprised, actually happy to see him during the Overthere section.
In reference to your works if its the former beforementioned option, I can only imagine just how much she has to be devastated to consider such a close to her person as a possible threat.
Btw sorry if you mentioned this already somewhere and turns out I'm just needlessly asking
Oh, no need to worry, anon! Even if someone had asked me this before (which they haven't!), I am more than happy to pontificate on these matters and almost any other :D
But this is a great question.
Luigi and Peach, I feel, are more than acquaintances, but less than best friends. I'd place them about one and a half levels below best friends. They've had great conversations, they've been through a lot together, but there's just some kind of block that prevents that last crumbling of walls for them to be as intimate (and I mean this in the non-romantic sense) as her and Mario (which is a whole other thing), or even Toad.
And I think there are actually a few fascinating layers to this, so let's do a little digging:
I would say the number roadblock to Peach and Luigi's connection being closer is Mario. But not in the way you might think. From Luigi's point of view, he knows his brother is very close with Peach, and also knows Mario has carried a torch for her for ages. And he doesn't want to stick his foot in it, to get in Mario's way even an iota, even though Luigi personally has no interest in Peach in that way whatsoever.
On top of this, she's royalty, and Luigi just sometimes gets a little awkward around her because of it. (Remember how he acted around Peasley. If he's on a mission, he knows the script, but the minute he has to socialize...well, he starts to remember who he is and where's he from. Anxiety is a hell of a drug).
And Luigi, just a person, strikes me as someone who doesn't open up to just anyone. Yes, he bumbles and preens and apologizes and boasts in sometimes almost dizzying reversals, but as I have mentioned before, anxiety can be a very convenient mask for other emotions when it comes to Luigi. I have the feeling that the number of people who really know him beyond that facade doesn't go higher than the digits of a single hand. (Mario, of course, is one of them. E. Gadd, I think, is another, although he doesn't make a big deal of it. Peach is constantly on the cusp of that barrier but never quite makes it through).
Now, from Peach's perspective, there's also a lot going on. She and Mario are close (and yes, there's some unrequited feelings happening on both sides there). And this would be less of an issue if it weren't for the fact that her subjects see her and Mario as something kind of...inevitable, their imagined union a galvanizing concept. And being seen spending too much time with Luigi might (probably will) set off one of the many rumour mills always twirling in the Mushroom Kingdom. She doesn't want that for Mario and she really doesn't want it for Luigi, even though she knows there is zero interest on his part.
And the other issue, of course, is that it's obvious to her that the Toads, for whatever reason, have just not taken to Luigi, at all. She's done what she can to mitigate the situation, but she also knows coming down with a too-heavy hand would just position the Toads even more in opposition to Luigi's presence. And she is their Princess, their direct ruler, and she has to be practical. Because above all else, she serves her people, serves the memory of her father, and that, even more than her connection to Mario, is her absolute guiding force.
So yeah, I imagine she would be devastated in regards to the events of SPM, both for Mario and Luigi (and maybe she's more forthright about her emotions in this regard because she isn't in the Mushroom Kingdom or one of its affiliates, and it's always easier to be someone else when you're somewhere else). But Peach, I think, is a pragmatist at heart. She has to be. She runs a Kingdom that is continually besieged by foreign powers and holds no standing army. The woman is a damn survivor and knows how to play the game, as unpalatable as it may be at times. (And in the context of my writing, it is very, very unpalatable for her).
And the thing is, she likes Luigi. He's a good man, an incredibly intelligent man, someone with a surprisingly wicked sense of humour when she's able to tease it out of him. And she knows he has no lack of insecurities due to his dynamic with Mario, no matter how much the brothers love each other (and they do. Although, I think a story from her perspective, observing the interactions of the brothers over the course of certain events would be fascinating).
But she can never quite get Luigi, as he has always had this hint of living in a distant fog, and she's pretty sure he doesn't belong in the Mushroom Kingdom, despite all the good he's done for it (even if it has, for the most part, been uncelebrated). And this isn't as pejorative as it sounds - plenty of Toads have left the Mushroom Kingdom, for better economic prospects or to find a culture they more closely align with. That Luigi can't find his footing in her Kingdom - that's no sin. That he lacks the resolve or the ability to carve his own path - that's something else, altogether.
#hello there#ask legobiwan#i feel like i need to put a disclaimer on this that this is very related to my writing and how i view these characters and these worlds#luigi#princess peach#honestly it's a relationship that really needs to be explored more#anyway#legobiwan goes on a rant#on like my third work break#ah remote work#where i finish projects and bill people at 1am because they allow me to go into vampire mode
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Heads Down, Seven Up
Aka, you show me yours and I show you mine. Aka, I share seven lines and you have the option of sharing yours. Tagged by @sparrow-orion-writes. I just finished a project, so I had to cook some new words.
My bad.
I'm well-aware the following is not seven sentences, so I'm breaking the rules because a lot of the sentences are short. This is a summary excerpt for an upcoming project about a royal coup, sword dancing, and saving a princess when you throw her a knife.
Year of the Rooster. Full moon. No an orange slice with a rind, the Heaven peels it from the flesh yet it refuses to even budge. The Spring Matsuri. The Shogun’s son, on his right hand—not his left, joins the golden roost of his father’s house. A preening bride beneath his wing. Then the binding. The oath. A crimson ribbon. Merry gods. A single sword bisecting Heaven as a dancer spins a kick. Amaterasu, the Great Queen, the Beloved Mother, sheds a blessing. She is the drums—thundering; the weave of red behind the hilt; the ornate mask; cloudless sky; the line of action striking thrice. A blatant message missed its mark. The dancer juts it through a traitor. And the haunting eyes of a warrior—of a demon—steal the sky.
Soft tagging: @kryptalia, @chenqing9, @gothamxwattpad, @anchestral, @heymacareyna, @thedeerwight, and any other persons of interest who'll like to play along and show you're writing.
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Welcome to Aurora Bay, [CORDELIA DANVERS]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [MARGOT ROBBIE]. You must be the [THIRTY TWO] year old [NEWS ANCHOR]. Word is you’re [ASSERTIVE] but can also be a bit [VINDICTIVE] and your favorite song is [HISTORY OF MAN BY MAISIE PETERS]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [CRYSTAL COVE CONDOMINUMS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!
BASICS
Name: Cordelia Genevieve Danvers
Gender/Pronouns: Cisfemale/She&Her
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bisexual
Age: 32
Birthdate: 17th November
Occupation: News Anchor
ABOUT
Cordelia Danvers was born in 1989 in Aurora Bay, to a mother and a father that she assumed were soulmates. However, years later, after both of her siblings were born, she'd be proven wrong with a divorce and a new girlfriend on her father's arm. This would have warped her perception of love, romance, relationships until her late teen years... and she'd become conditioned to believe that nothing ever lasts forever, so why bother.
Growing up, Cordelia always wanted to be the center of attention, she'd give anything to be in the spotlight — but mostly because once her sisters had arrived, she found herself often overlooked by people due to their youth and 'cuteness'. At least with her mother, the favoritism was retained until she was ten — and until Sloane had showed a talent far greater than hers. All because of...
Pageants. Cordy hadn't shied away from her early age dream of stardom, telling her mother she wanted to be like the princesses she saw on television. Fortunately for her, Daphne Danvers entertained her daughter's ambitions, and began entering her into local beauty pageants at her request.
It was something that she carried on competing in — and winning — until her teenage years, gathering crown after crown and hoping that eventually she'll go on to compete in Miss California USA one day. Although, it was not meant to be when her father intervened at sixteen and said enough. It had taken over her life and she needed to focus on her academics, he'd said, much to her disapproval. After several arguments between them, Daphne caved and told Cordy that she could only continue competing in pageants if she achieved highly in her studies.
Unfortunately, academics had never been her strong suit, and that was the end of her pageant career.
For the rest of her teenage years, she despised her mother and father, and made it known through truancy and bad behavior. She wasn't the perfect golden child like Sloane.
Luckily, she was able to scrape the grades to earn her a place at the Florida State University, majoring in journalism. It was an almost random choice, something to keep her parents happy, and she'd grown up watching Sex and the City, and believed she was in fact a Carrie.
She joined Kappa Kappa Gamma sorority, and eventually became President on the Chapter Council. Again, she allowed herself to stray from her academics and began to focus more into planning events and the guys from Kappa Sigma.
Graduating in the summer, she was able to secure an internship through her just above average grades and extra-curriculars, to KTLA-TV station in Los Angeles. She grew tired of running around and collecting coffees, and began to make connections — sweet talking anyone who would listen, those particularly that she'd spotted needed an ego boost.
It was only a few years down the line that she'd been able to swindle her way into an interview for a field reporter for KTLA 5 News and was offered the role of a lifetime. It wasn't a secret to her that perhaps her employment hadn't been solely based off her ability to talk, but potentially more so her preened appearance. However, it didn't matter, she was here.
After successful runs for a number of years, she soon became a co-anchor for the evening news and could report on current events from the comfort of the studio, becoming a known name in Southern California — if people watched the news.
Living in Los Angeles and not far from her small hometown, she attempted to keep in contact with her family as much as she could — however, she often became distracted by the lavish parties she attended and the single life she so independently lived.
She was on track to receive a promotion as a solo news anchor, when she'd heard of Sloane's pregnancy, she couldn't believe it. It was typical that of course, her sister had to steal the limelight, again. However, she wasn't completely heartless and after making sure her promotion was secure, she booked some time off, then decided to visit her old town — with definitely no coercion from her mother.
She doesn't know how long she plans on staying in town, but she's here to give Sloane some support and have a 'well deserved' break.
CONNECTIONS
YOUNGEST SISTER: @dancingdanvers
YOUNGER SISTER: tba
@AURORABAYAESTHETIC
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There are a lot of future fics where Tim is worried about being like his dad but where are the fics where Lucy is worried about being like her mom?
Like maybe there is a day when their daughter is talking about what she wants to be when she grows up since the topic came up during preschool and she says “I wanna be a princess like (insert future Disney princess here)!”
And Lucy’s first thought is “that’s not a real career” because that was how she had been conditioned to think. Ofc she doesn’t say that out loud but the horror at her instinctual response follows her the rest of the day.
Then later, as Tim and Lucy are getting ready to go to bed, instead of gushing about the cute costume their daughter is going to wear in the school play or preening about how she, Nyla, and Angela just cracked a 10 year old cold case, there is just silence.
Tim obviously noticed the drop in his wife’s mood the moment he came home but didn’t want to bring it up in front of their daughter in case the reason was less than pc. So he waits until everyone is safely tucked into bed before broaching the subject. It takes some gentle prodding but eventually Lucy caves and talks. And Tim hopes there will never be a time when he is no longer considered to be safe enough for his partner (in every definition of the word) to talk to.
After an explanation, a debate, and a few jokes, there is a hug. And then Tim echoes one of the most reassuring sentences ever spoken to him “you’re nothing like her”
#totally inspired by the podcast ep released today#it’s diffult to separate how you think from what was ingrained into you#breaking the cycle of toxic parenting was not a topic a thought would be brought up#but such an important topic that should be addressed#anyway#I can’t get over Tim referring to Lucy as his wife#in any context#chenford#lucy chen#tim bradford
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Princess Kate’s Early Years busy work is even getting called out by Americans
February 03, 2023
By Kaiser Kate Middleton, Royals
This week, it’s been a real pleasure to watch as the Princess of Wales’s button-covered busy work keeps getting gently exposed. Kate launched Shaping Us, her latest Early Years rebrand and the campaign includes a 90-second creepy claymation video, a billboard, tons of videos of a preening Kate (and her wonky eyebrow) and a lot of nothingness. No plan, no call to action, no fundraising scheme, no actual program. It’s not just Omid Scobie calling her out, however gently. The royal rota have started pointing out that there’s no there there, especially in an era where nursery schools are closing and early-childhood programs are being slashed. Even worse, even the American magazines – the ones normally on the monarchy’s side – are starting to publish critical pieces. Town & Country covered the recent criticisms of Kate by that group of credible experts. T&C went even further by publishing some very critical social media comments too:
Some critics are saying though the Princess of Wales’s intentions are good, and early childhood is important, awareness is not enough.
“We are well accustomed to MPs and royalty visiting early years settings, praising the invaluable work of practitioners from David Cameron to Gordon Brown and the Queen Consort,” Dr. Mine Conkbayir, a member of the Practitioners of the Early Years Sector, said, per Sky News. “But nothing is done. The time has long passed for ‘awareness.’ We need action — long-term investment and funding in the early years. Childcare providers are having to turn to food charities to provide nutritious meals for children while stagnant government funding still is not being directed to the sector. The paltry government funding of early years that is provided does not cover the provision of any food.”
Many pointed out that the programs necessary to make children happy and healthy adults, as Kate is advocating for, have been cut in the UK, like Sure Start, an initiative launched in 1998 with the aim of “giving children the best possible start in life.” In the past few years, hundreds of Sure Start centers have been closed.
As one UK resident, Chloë Reeves, tweeted, “The Princess of Wales looks to be launching a sincere & thoughtful campaign, but it’s kind of wild that Sure Start was an evidence-based solution to the problems she’s raising, was evaluated and found to be wonderfully successful, and we’re sort of pretending it wasn’t cut.”
Another, SJ Howitt, wrote, “I’m curious whether The Princess of Wales knows that all our sure start centres and family centres have been closed and whether she is aware that was a political decision?” Yet another user, Carole Britton, who writes in her bio she is a “wife, mum, gran,” tweeted, “Seeing the Princess of Wales at the launch of her ‘Shaping Us’ campaign, highlighting the importance of years 0 to 5, irked a little. We knew these were vital years in child development and ‘Sure Start’ was an initiative to try and address this. It needed work not scrapping!”
There’s a difference between Kate’s message and Sure Start, Naomi Eisenstadt, the first director of the Sure Start Unit in 1999, said. “Sure Start to begin with was explicitly aimed at families in poverty. It became universal because everybody wanted it, which was great,” Eisenstadt told Newsweek. “She’s trying to do something slightly different which is to say that there are some things all parents can do, should be doing, which are good for children. That’s right and you can’t argue with that. What’s missing from the campaign is the political side of it. Everyone can be a good parent but there are circumstances that make it much harder for parents in poverty.”
[From Town & Country]
I would have thought that the timing would be the opposite, that American publications would be the first to poke holes in Kate’s busy work, then the Brits would follow. But it’s been the opposite – UK social media has been highly critical and it definitely feels like the royal rota and “monarchist factions” of the British media feel emboldened to criticize Kate’s childish keenery. And now the Americans are following suit.
Kensington Palace posted this video on Thursday. This is actually the most we’ve heard Kate speak without a script in front of her. Putting her with a half-dozen squirmy kids and trying to show them a 90-second claymation video… and the kids could not have given less of a f–k. Yikes. This video is absolutely not doing what she thinks it’s doing. Yet another example of Kate using children – especially children of color – as props.
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Marceline/Princess Bubblegum for that ship ask meme/game
What made you ship it?
What Was Missing! I was the dreaded fake fan who got into Adventure Time because of the preview for that episode and watched all the Marceline and Bubblegum episodes in a week to prepare with no care as to what I was missing of Finn and Jake's story otherwise, and the episode itself still blew all my hopes out of the water and displaced all my other fandoms. I basically became an AT fan overnight.
I did then marathon the entire series and mostly keep up with it for the next gajillion years! But yeah this was one of a very very few fandoms I got into for the ship first, sorry to everyone in tags back then who was mad at us lmfaooooo
What are your favorite things about the ship?
- Immortal bitter exes (and before Obsidian, that vibe of "we never dated but we're still exes" that I also find delicious)
- The songs. Their songs are so gooooooood. Just Your Problem and Woke Up are probs my fav songs from the show (UNSURPRISINGLY) haha. You can invest me in a lot w/ music, see: my Rebecca Bunch CXGF otps.
- The deceptive and creative characterization! Pink candy-sweet Princess Bubblegum is a stubborn mad scientist authoritarian ruler, scary vampire-wolf-bat Marceline the Vampire Queen is all lofi beats to chill to/soft vulnerable belly who drinks colors not blood. Both the like, most simply described versions of their characters, and the densest versions w/ character arcs and growth that are so wrapped up in each other, are pure pure fun!
- The canon slowburn!
I was so sure after What Was Missing that we had just been gifted obvious canon, and I actually was p humiliated I forgot to manage my expectations when the response was like "you delusional lesbos, I sleep in my bestie's shirts all the time, why do you have to make everything gay" and the network backed that up, because it truly did not occur to me that we weren't doing an explicitly queer story here.
But the morsels they fed us after that were all still so tasty. Sky Witch unhinged me enough to do a shitty cosplay. The morsels could be maddening in the moment, when the network seemed adamantly opposed to any onscreen canon, but the cohesion and evolution of the story the showrunners still told in the face of that is both deeply narratively satisfying and just also incredibly well done? Obsidian was not a retcon in any way: it was just a culmination. A payoff of years of careful writing and deep fan engagement. Going back and rewatching everything made my heart burst!!! They were truly worth the wait.
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
I think it's probably popular to be irritated with flanderized takes on the characters where PB is a prep and Marcy is a goth and Marcy makes PB blush and that's the entire dynamic, so idk. I was never into the "drawing your OTP as Bubbline" fandom trend that was omnipresent for many years (why are you TAGGING your kpop dude art as Bubbline! GUYS), but otoh I always kind of preened over what a fandom blueprint the ship became, so I can't complain too much. Maybe just I think PB is hot when she's mean. Yes I have dom/sub preferences in a sentient piece of gum/demonbat cartoon ship.
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