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readychilledwine · 2 days

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✨️ACOTAR Booty Headcanons✨️

💕Peep the thigh headcanons here💕

Warnings - Butts. Fanart of butts. Nakey butts. Bubble butts. Lady butts. Man butts.

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Edited to add - short plus size Elain sneak peak

A/N - for @lady-of-tearshed, I hope this meets all your dreams, my love.

A message from Mother - You, my sweet dear reader, are gorgeous as you are. You are real, touchable, and made with imperfections that enhance your beauty and uniqueness. You are a treasure. Do not compare yourself to a single body on this list.

Rhysand-

I like to start off strong..

Rhysand has a very bite-able booty.

He is slightly leaner than Azriel and Cassian, but he still has a firm butt.

Rhysand loves to wear tight slacks, just to watch your pretty little brain go blank when you see his ass.

He sleeps naked and it's hard for you not to just.. touch the booty.

To be fair, he loves to keep his hand (and hand print) on your butt, too.

Art by Amai actually just posted Rhysand butt fanart. Enjoy it below

Cassian-

John Cena has been described as having a military grade ass with an inhuman body.

Cassian also has an inhuman body, so it makes sense that my guy has a military grade ass.

Cassian has butt muscles in places you didn't even know you could have butt muscles.

It is intimidating. Very intimidating.

But you LOVE watching this man walk. Especially when he's walking to the bathroom to grab towels for aftercare.

Azriel-

Azriel's ass surprised you in the best way.

Azriel is lean compared to Cassian, so his bubble butt shocked you.

Much firm. Still jiggle.

You were ready for this jelly.

Azriel gets super shy when you tell him how good his butt looks, but he's like that one friend who secretly loves it and makes sure to wear the same pants/skirt/shorts the next time they see you so you are in love with their deliciousness again.

Sometimes, you just sneak up on Azriel and accidentally squeeze. In front of his family. But don't worry. He squeezes yours back.

Tamlin-

I'm disappointed I can't find this gif when I need it.

We can all hate on Tamlin as much as we want, but SJM herself says the man is muscular.

I imagine Tamlin was worried about his arms and chest being thicker than his legs, so he started hitting legs and glutes hard.

Then, the next thing he knows, he has a damn shelf.

He hates when you touch his butt though. He'd prefer you touch him other places.

But you bet your ass he is touching yours

Lucien-

I stand by Lucien having Chris Hemsworth's body type.

Lucien had the perfect, truly bite-able ass.

You constantly have your hand in his back pocket.

You constantly are giving it a little smack so it jiggles.

You always walk behind him.

Lucien loves the way you worship his body. He's insecure about his scars, so you loving every inch of him helps.

Eris-

Daddy 🫠🫠

Eris has the captain America Dorito proportions build, and I hope all of you know *exactly* what I am talking about.

I imagine Eris as slim muscular, and when I decided to do these, I needed him to have Chris Evans's ass

I mean look at it

Imagine that ass in Eris's finely tailored clothing.

Imagine that ass getting off a horse.

You're touching him. Constantly. And he loves it.

He loves that you seem to think he's some sort of God.

And he really loves it when you touch his butt because you begged him to treat you as his equal, meaning that ass of yours is in his hands quickly.

Helion-

You know when a guys thighs are so thick they become one with his dump truck? Helion.

He actually requires a CDL for his ass.

You can't really tell until he's naked and turns around due to the thickness of his thighs, but this male has ass for days.

And his ass is FIRM. There is not an ounce of fat on him.

He considers his ass a trophy of sorts, so touching it is only for those privileged to.

Luckily you have that privilege.

Oh, look.. I included the Archeron sisters

Feyre-

Don't accuse me of doing our girl dirty, but I picture Halle Berry in her Catwoman suit when I think of Feyre's body.

The reason you can't accuse me of doing her dirty is because the things I'd do if Halle Berry told me to do them are extreme.

I picture Feyre as very lean, very cut, and she had the cutest baby bubble butt.

She's definitely the friend who thinks she has no booty until you help her find the right outfit for the booty.

She also blushes whenever you touch it.

She wishes it was bigger sometimes, but a few spanks in, and she's telling you she's perfect as she is.

I wish I could find a better picture of this 🫠

Nesta-

Nesta I also picture as tight and lean.

For some reason when I read her, I picture Adriana Lima, but with blonde hair.

Maybe it's because I think Nesta has sultry vibes?

Nesta tries to keep herself small. It's ingrained deeply into her head because of her mother and grandmother that she has to be small.

She's also constantly training, so it keeps her tight.

She may not have the biggest ass, but that thing is the best apple you've bit

Elain-

If you don't know by now, you're about to: elain at minimum is slim thick.

I personally see truly happy glowing elain as mid to plus size, and I'm hoping for mid to plus size elain once this stupid shipwar is over.

Right now, though, elain is slimthick.

She's still recovering from her spicy sadness days, and her recovery has her doing squats in the garden

Ass. For. Days.

It's why she actually doesn't wear pants. She tried once and every almost had a collective mass failure heart attack.

So now, her booty is reserved for you and you alone.

You love it when she wears cheeky things in the bedroom.

I imagine elain is super into impact play because she loves the way you compliment her recoil.

I think she's secretly proud of her booty. She just doesn't want anyone else to know. So sssshhhh.

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starrduzt · 10 months

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‼️fic was written by @inconsistentracoon

I just finished this and its the best Soriku fic i've ever read. It's 40 chapters, Sora whump, and soriku slow burn. Oh my god there was so much emotion and action in it. The battle scenes were written so well (and Riku getting pissed and ready to kill for Sora?? giggles) that I could clearly visualize exactly what was going on and where they were. I've started so many sketched inspired by this fic I'm going crazy. The dialog was written amazingly and so true to the characters that I could hear them speaking the whole time. It was HEAVYY on character psychology and delving into the problems the main cast has sustained from years of unaddressed trauma and i just

chef's kiss please read this

#i loved this so so much #soriku #soriku fanfic #get ready for fanart from this because oh my god #the love they gave to kairi makes my heart happy #everyone got a little love #kh #kingdom hearts #sora kh #riku kh #fic rec #fan fiction recommendations #i cant get over how well it handled Sora's mental health #just please read it

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rtnortherly · 2 years

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camellia-salazar · 1 month

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April's drawings and doodles!! Get ready! 🎉🌟

At first, I was gonna draw ARG tangled in some rope, but then the rope looked like a ribbon, so I made Gangle into a monster instead. Also, I drew two of the most underated cats from Warriors ever, especially Lionheart.

(I started this first but finished it second). Drawings of certain characters cause their birthdays this month, except for Colin his birthday is at the end of March. I just forgot to draw him. I just love how Cody, Popee, and Waluigi share the same birthday, tho. 🎉

Edit: (No offense to those born on April 1st, btw).

I was writing a story with these six, inspired by The New Prophecy. But I haven't written it in some time. Idk if I'll ever continue it. I don't think I'll post it anywhere, either. Probably.

The next two drawings I started a month or so ago but didn't finish until this month.

Took quite a while to finish, but I'm glad I did. Idk where this takes place yet, but it is a scene from that crossover I keep thinking about but never really writing down.

Either takes place before or after the drawing above it, I don't really remember. What I do know, tho is that I drew these drawings because idk I just felt like Adam would have interesting interactions with some other characters.

I rushed this at the end. I did not want to leave it out. I want a clean slate next month. God damn it. I love crossovers, how bout you?

More about the Multifandom lore and other stuff below if you want:

Characters who die in canon that end up in the place (idk what to call it) keep being in the clothing that they died in. (Rip Ram and Kurt from Heathers: the Musical). (Spoilers warning if needed) So Adam is stuck with his robe he wore during the war with Charlie and the others from the hotel.

Also, about the 3rd drawing, like I said, it's an idea I had that, yes, takes place in the same crossover thing I think about. The colors in the background of each kiddo are involved in it, too.

The first two drawings are pretty much just some random doodles (idk what to do with the one with ARG and monster Gangle) while the other three kinda have stories to them that may or may not be written or animated on someday. (God, I hope that last sentence made sense).

Oh, and Bluey, Bingo and their cousins got to visit the Cul-De-Sac cause of a reason that's also in the multifandom/crossover I think about, I don't know if I should explain it or not. Meh.

BTW I've tried to match the original art styles of everything before, but this time, I've taken some steps forward. The hardest thing to figure out is the claynimated ones like Orel, Clay, and Claire. But I managed (for now, probably).

Edit: i went back and fixed it, I feel so much better about it now.

I even tried to have it seem like Bluey and others are slowly transitioning to the EEnE art style a bit.

But anyways, thanks for looking at my art and reading my rant! (If you did, if not, don't worry)

Have a good one! 🌟✨️✨️👋

(i keep forgetting to include my logo in my fanarts, but whatever, maybe next time, maybe next year ill start. Idk.)

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brisquad-unit-4402 · 1 year

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IM LOSING IT OVER YOUR RECENT IKE FIC. LIKE OH MY GOD. its so sweet and heartwrenching i felt just as nervous and anxious as reader the entire time, and when ike reciprocated my heart MELTED AHHH his freckles!!! how kind and beautiful he is, and his confusion turning into acceptance and his SQUEALSSS AAAA. i cant take it this is my fav ike and probably luxiem fic of all time. all of your hard work paid off so well, it was so well structured and emotional and everyone felt so real!! like they arent characters, theyre actual people!!

ahh, now i wish i knew ike's perspective during those stream moments and his reaction to pen and paper ship content HAHA. i imagine he swiftly bookmarks it on his private account but he keeps blushing and his hands shake whenever he sees any fanart WAAAH. maybe one time he sees pen and paper kissing and he cant properly look at the notifications from reader's chat without FLUSHING RED i love them so bad

i love whenever i'm reading a fanfic and it's so sweetly emotional that you feel your own emotions kicking in. so whenever i hear my work has that effect on someone else it's one of the nicest feelings in the world and WHAT DO YOU MEAN FAVORITE IKE AND/OR LUXIEM FIC EVER. that's super high praise thank youuuuu sobsobsob

i mean this is the kindest most /posi way possible but "they aren't charcters, they're actual people" is the scariest compliment i've ever heard. like on one hand i'm genuinely happy! i worked really hard on keeping multifaceted personalities in mind even for the minor characters! but also Oh No. I'm Writing Vtubers. We Need To Play This So Carefully And So Conscious Of The Creator/Audience Boundary Or My Ass Is GONE

real talk one of my most favorite ike things is when he squeals at something cute or because he's embarrassed ahhhh. and his speaking voice gets so high pitched and soft when he's flustered too like?? it's probably my favorite charm point of his

the ogs remember the poll i ran like a month ago about if ike should have freckles or not. shoutout to the landslide victory, if i remember correctly 97% of voters wanted ike with freckles! so glad that worked out, it works so well with the star theme and the difference between an online friendship meeting irl, and how reader loves them because it's a reminder that they have so much to learn about ike and are ready/willing, and also, freckles are just plain adorable. ike is just plain adorable. put them together and if i were richer and thirstier i'd be commissioning an artist

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

real talk tho i feel like ike goes from 1 to 100 whenever he catches himself simping over reader before the off-collab. either he's really good at acting composed, being normal, just interacting with his best friend like best friends do... or he's a stuttering, blushy mess that wavers like jell-o.

ike's the type of guy to sleepily check twitter before going to bed and whenever he sees pen and paper on his fyp it's like he snaps awake. maybe even squeaks or goes "a!" if it's especially.... you know. sometimes he can't even comprehend that people want him and reader to. well. his mouth goes dry.

and then he feels so dirty and embarrassed just because it's there, but... he's still looking at it. is it bad he's still looking at it? it definitely is but it's captivating, in a way. somehow. the artists are so talented, and somehow they nail your body language to a t, and the way your hair swoops above your eyes, and draw you with the cutest little expressions, and—

ah, who is he kidding.

in moments of weakness it triggers something in him to bury his face a little deeper in his blankets, pretend the screen's light would cool the heat pooling over his cheeks, and search the hashtag himself.

not even three pieces of fanart later, he has to throw his phone face-down on the mattress, cover his blush with a pillow, and now he's definitely squealing. it's healing and it makes him ill. it's... pretty. you're pretty. and he's pretty dumb for letting a silly crush distort itself like this.

the worst part is that some of these line up a little too well with daydreams he wanted to lock away until the end of time. he likes when he takes the lead. the stunned, puppyish expression so rare it only shows up on your face during the biggest plot twists during a stream, but coated in a darkened blush as he pecks them on the cheek, elegant and composed. calm.

ohhhh, this can't be good for his heart. especially when ike himself is so red-faced just thinking of it. calm, his foot.

still with the pillow over his flush, ike feels around for his phone and sets it on his nightstand. he chides himself. that's enough internet for the day, eveland! now quit acting like a shoujo high schooler in love and go to bed already, it's not going to happen!

he sets his face into a determined frown as he lifts the pillow and sets it aside. with any luck, he'd go the rest of the night without thinking of reader and his feelings for them.

the frown eases as he nestles into his blankets and tucks himself in. soft sheets and warm comfort greet him as he shuts his eyes, and he enters the fluffy haze of sleep as he slips into dreamland...

...is what he'd like to say, but not even ten seconds later his eyes snap open and jerks upright in bed. wait, i'm acting like i'm in love?!

he sits with the thought seeping through his brain like a corrosive acid, filing through every little moment he daydreamed about you, and when those don't paint him a picture he likes, he tries to recall the moments he shared with you instead. those are even fonder, and even worse.

he slaps his hands over his face and sighs, and when it sounds lovesick he sighs even more.

✧. ┊ ⁭masterpost ✧. ┊ ⁭kofi

#4402 answers #4402 writes #unit 4402 reporting #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland #luxiem #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en #whoops didn't even mean to write that #i should make a brainrot tag #update: i did 😎#4402 brainrot #pliskinverse

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this-is-krikkit · 5 months

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Hey Sunshine 💕

You can't imagine how sorry I am that you lost all these gems you wrote 😭 Fate as deprived us of so many amazing Levihan fics & kisses 🥺 I really hope there's a way to get them back 🤞🍀

Seeing the last prompt list you reblogged (soft fic) I couldn't resist requesting 26 Pyjamas for Levihan or Erurihan because of the headcanons we talked about the other day based on this beautiful fanart 😉

I hope writing something new will cheer you up a bit!

Sending love & hugs 💕🫂

hey Val ♥️ as you know, i did get my wips back!! your good luck wishes seem to have worked haha

thank you for sending me one of these soft prompts. inspiration took a while to come for this one, but then i stumbled upon this post:

and i knew i had your fic. hope you enjoy! ♥️

The Momentum Principle (read on ao3)

Words: 2566 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman & Nanaba & Erwin Smith & Mike Zacharias & Hange Zoë Characters: Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Mike Zacharias, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Best Friends, Unrequited Crush, Canon Non-Binary Character, They/Them Pronouns for Hange Zoë, SNK Veterans - Freeform, and they were ROOMMATES, (oh my god they were roommates), no beta we die like that vine ref SIKE IT'LL NEVER DIE, pretentious titling because that's how i roll

Summary: Studies show that staying awake for over twenty-four hours has similar effects on the human brain as having a bloodstream concentration of alcohol way over legal limits. Biology major Hange Zoë is aware of that fact. Sadly, they’re also aware that there are finals to pass, and not enough hours in a day to study for them.

Hange frowned at the page before their eyes and clicked the table lamp off and back on, ignoring the annoyed stares the repeated and ineffective gesture got them from the students around –served them all right anyway, they mused, when they’d all been regularly stealing Hange glances they didn’t even bother to try and make discreet all morning. But something other than being ogled at like a circus freak was making it hard to decipher the words in front of them, though they couldn’t put their finger on what exactly. The world around them had been seeming especially bleak lately and even more so today, which wasn’t unusual during the intense studying marathons they famously put themself through with finals drawing near, but they couldn’t recall a time where it had actually impacted their already damaged eyesight; and the persistent, pulsing ache tracing along their temples sure wasn’t helping.

The most rational part of their brain offered stress and weariness as culprits, and Hange had to admit they couldn’t easily dismiss either of those. The cramming schedule they’d been imposing on themself may have gotten a little out of hand in the last couple of weeks, so much so Hange couldn’t even remember the last time they’d set foot in the living room to share homemade dinners or play board games with their four roommates like they usually would during cold winter evenings. They hadn’t even partook in early morning idle chitchat or occasional evening drinks on their way home from the campus library, not when they’d been consistently arriving right on opening time –they’d been pulling all nighters more often than not, anyway, and felt too restless to stay home and wait for the others to get ready– and had become the last student to leave it at night.

Hange closed their eyes for a minute as they let their head fall forward, rolling their neck and shoulders and relishing in the satisfying crack their muscles and tendons sighed out at the stretch. If only their brain could gain knowledge through osmosis via that simple contact between their forehead and over-highlighted textbook; if information were to be solutes, then, considering how little they’d efficiently memorized lately, it would flow right inside their lowly concentrated head without a doubt. They smiled at that absurd reflection, giddy with the realization that hey, they’d apparently managed to remember some things from those hellish Introduction to Fluid Mechanics lectures.

That unexpected sense of comfort was short lived, however, when they were hit with a wave of the increasingly familiar nausea their self inflicted sleep deprivation never failed to bring. Hange opened their eyes to fight the dizziness and took deep breathes in and out, silently counting up the right inhale to exhale ratio –simultaneously urging their body to hold up for a little while longer.

Two weeks, they pleaded. Just two more weeks and I can take a break.

Seven long sleepless days and nights of tensed cramming, followed by a week of nerve-wracking and hopefully mostly accurate square ticking in reply to more often than not purposefully confusingly phrased questions, and then they’d be free to hang out with their friends and be a, well, not exactly normal, but close to normal young adult again.

But the thought saddened more than it motivated them, and they had to consciously stop themself from looking around to see if they could spot any of the three blondes they’d come to think of as family. Erwin, Nanaba and Mike all had similar exams to take soon and the spacious library had filled in by whatever time it was now, so they would no doubt be within these four walls. Sundays usually involved morning revising, followed by strictlynon-academic plans everyone would have previously agreed onfor their common weekly afternoon off.

Hange winced at the pang of loneliness they felt when they realized they actually had no idea what their closest friends would be up to later. It only got worse when they remembered that Levi, who they’d been trying not to focus any thoughts on as those were proving more and more distracting these past few months, hadn’t tried to coax them into coming along this weekend like he’d done since they’d started studying more intensely. Hange had noticed Erwin’s surprised glances and Mike and Nanaba’s barely disguised teasing laughs when he’d started doing it, and they couldn’t really blame any of them –after all, that initiative from Levi had been a drastic switch from their previously established social roles.

Lost in memories of Levi’s techniques to get them to go out, which had mostly consisted of an association of almost threats and intense glaring until they would caved –which they hadn’t, amazingly– it took them a minute to notice the hand upon their right shoulder.

“Get up,” a familiar voice whispered up close, startling them.

Shit. Think of the devil.

Levi had also been pestering them about taking an actual break, on top of the Sunday festivities they’d been avoiding, but up until now their shared roommates had acted as enough of a buffer that Hange had been able to pretend they hadn’t noticed his nagging messages in the groupchat or pointed stares near the laundry machine.

“I’m fine right here,” they said cheerfully, pretending to focus on their textbook again and turning the page they’d been staring for a while without managing to actually read a word of it.

They weren’t sure they could get up, really, not without betraying their exhausted state to their closest friend and having to admit just how shitty they’d been at taking care of themself lately.

They swallowed back a shocked yelp as hands seized them up and pulled them to their feet anyway, and they caught themself on the table at the last moment to prevent the inevitable fall that would await them if they really were to put all their weight on their knees right now.

“What are you doing?” they asked through gritted teeth, unable to glare back at him as the head rush made dark spots dance in front of their eyes. “Let me go, I need to study.”

Levi wordlessly –and annoyingly easily– tore them away from their spot, half carrying them until they were both standing in front of one of the nearby arch windows. Hange muffled their protesting squeals out of some remnant of respect for the nosy judgmental students around, even though they knew Levi’s powerful glaring would probably prevent any of them from protesting at the noise of their struggling in the otherwise religiously quiet space.

And then they looked up and caught sight of their reflection.

And shamefully realized they could have given their curious peers the benefit of the doubt and hypothesized there might have been a valid reason behind all the curious looks they’d been getting all morning.

Hange was wearing their long sleeved purple octopus pajama top, the buttons ridiculously mismatched, with unmatched green cat-patterned pajamas bottoms –that they realized with a quiet gasp were probably Levi’s and not theirs, now that they were noticing the pants ended well above their ankles. There wasn’t one but two hair ties failing to hold their greasy matted hair up and away from their face, and their goggle-shaped sunglasses were hanging crooked on their nose with the rubber band twisted on both their temples –which finally explained part of their lingering headache, and why it was so challenging to read.

“What you need is to go home, Four Eyes.”

Tears sprung to their eyes before they could stop them, and for a minute they only stared at their shiny mirror image in quiet puzzlement. These weren’t tears of shame even if, as used as they were to being unconventional and to other people’s reaction to their self expression, this accidental pajama-in-public incident was definitely an all time new low for them. Exhaustion could have played a role, and the dark circles under their eyes as well as their paler than ever complexion easily spelled it out for them.

But mostly, Hange felt guilty. Levi had tried to mask it, but his voice had wavered over his own nickname for them, like he felt pained at seeing them in this state, and he couldn’t quite meet their eyes when that was his main tool to get anyone to comply to his requests.

“I don’t think I can,” they replied honestly.

His now openly worried gaze finally met theirs in the glass in front of them and he frowned, opening his mouth to object.

But Hange shook their head slowly in defeat.

They weren’t arguing with him, they were simply stating a truth.

They knew they must have taken the bus to get here, but they honestly couldn’t remember any part of the journey –hell, they couldn’t even remember putting shoes on, although they were glad they’d thought of that at least. They didn’t think they had a key to the apartment on them, as they usually resided in the deep pocket of the wool coat they’d forgotten to put on even before going out in this freezing winter weather. And practical issues asides, they didn’t actually trust themself to actually make it home in one piece right now, not even in the middle of a bright busy morning in the city and to their place that really wasn’t that far off campus.

Levi narrowed his eyes at them before nodding once, sharp.

“Wait outside. I’ll meet you in five.”

But Hange stood there, equally confused and chagrined at his statement. Was he going to go home with them? No, that wouldn’t do.

Levi had his own finals to study for, Hange couldn’t impose on him like that because they’d been stupid enough to push themself past their limit. They would simply have to endure a couple more hours of trying not to pass out at their seat until noon came around and all of their roommates went home anyway, to tag along without disrupting anyone’s schedule in the process.

Levi’s hands squeezed at their shoulders firmly, and his stare hardened in the window as if he could hear them reaching that conclusion.

Then he let go but didn’t move too far, seemingly unsure if Hange could actually stand by themself.

They rolled their eyes fondly, and –precociously– turned around, sporting what they hoped looked like a gentle smile and not a maniac grin –Levi’s expression remained stubbornly set, so they couldn’t tell either way– before moving carefully towards the door. They tried their hardest not to stumble on the way, and coughed to mask their giggling when they failed and almost tripped on their own feet.

Levi met them at the back exit of the building with their backpack and his own stuff shortly, and Hange didn’t bother trying to hide that they’d nearly fallen asleep on the stairs in the few minutes they’d been apart.

He frowned as they yawned without putting their hands to their mouth, but uncharacteristically didn’t comment on it as he grabbed their elbow to direct them towards an unknown car a few feet away.

They dug their heels in the sidewalk when they realized he’d ordered a paying ride for them.

“Wait, Levi, there’s no need for that. The bus–

“Won’t be here for another twenty minutes,” he interrupted. “You’re not passing out in the streets again, not under my watch.”

They recognized his clipped tone as the one that didn’t suffer any kind of discussion, even as he mentioned that party a month ago. Hange sighed inwardly, but followed his steps –they were way too tired to fight him anymore.

“What, like you’d get worried?” they still teased –they were exhausted, not dead. No way in hell would they miss an occasion to needle their favorite neat freak.

Levi snorted, and had Hange been less asleep on their feet, they’d have felt proud that they’d managed to get that sound out of him.

“I’d worry about my back, for one. I don’t want to know what carrying your unconscious ass home twice would do to it.”

“Hey, not fair!” They whined in protest, missing their target completely when they tried to playfully slap his arm. “I was at least ten pounds heavier then! And besides, Mike did most of the carrying, didn’t he?”

Hange couldn’t remember much from that night, but the rumor –in the form of Erwin and Nanaba’s recollection of the evening as they’d told it to them the following day, anyway– had Levi so worried about them passing out drunk he’d been too restlessly anxious to carry them himself, and had instead covered them in all of their friends’ coats, shoving their unconscious body in Mike’s strong arms, and then proceeding to walk beside him to closely monitor their breathing and that they wouldn’t choke on their own tongue or surprise vomit.

Hange only recalled waking up propped against multiple pillows with a pounding head and a grumpy –well, grumpier than usual– and sleep-deprived Levi who had shoved a glass of water in their shaky hand and scolded them about their alcohol consumption for the next half hour or so. It had then taken them drinking and keeping down a whole liter of diverse hydrating fluids before he’d finally left them alone to go and nurse his own hangover, and it was only after he’d left that Hange had noticed the newfound tidiness of their room and how the purple fatboy that would normally lay forgotten in a corner of the room –and under a pile of questioningly clean clothes and textbooks– had been pushed right next to their bed with a possibly Levi-shaped indentation in it.

Levi didn’t answer their rhetorical question, instead stopping in his tracks and giving them a clinical once over.

“What?” they prompted, barely resisting the urge to cross their arms to hide themself from his examination.

“Nothing,” he replied quickly, averting his eyes and opening the car door for them.

He muttered something under his breath still, and Hange’s ears caught a few words that sounded suspiciously like end up disappearing if you keep this up.

He greeted the driver and confirmed his identity as Hange plopped down with a relieved groan, and didn’t miss the concerned look Levi shot them as he sat next to them. His hand slid down from where it was still gripping their elbow to rest gently on their forearm as the car started, and they could swear he gave it a small, awkward but infinitely soft couple of comforting pats.

Hange boldly took advantage of this atypically lengthy physical contact, and moved so they could slide their hands together almost nonchalantly –almost, because they nearly faltered when Levi’s neck snapped to stare at their fingers in awe.

Hange smiled as naturally as they could to try and ease the shock from his features.

“I’ll pay you back for the ride,” they promised, squeezing his hand once.

They let him go after that. It wouldn’t do for their most introverted friend who was making sure they were getting safely home to get a brain aneurysm from their unexpected and possibly unwanted touches, after all.

“Tch. You better,” he grunted, moving his hand back to his lap immediately.

They couldn’t help but smile again when they took note that his tone wasn’t nearly as biting as they knew it could be.

#levihan fanfiction #levihan #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #aot #hange zoë #snk #levi ackerman #snk veterans #my stuff #asks #mutuals #mutuals asks #youre ackermine #don't steal the stupid divider i made it mmkay pls and thx #this will probs have a 2nd chapter bc i'm.. in love with them.#a title that's NOT lyrics!!!! omg who even am i??

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denaliwrites · 7 months

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I'm So Hot I'd Fuck Myself

Peter Vincent x Fem!Reader

Part 1: I'm Starvin', Darlin', Let Me Put My Lips to Somethin'

Summary: (18+) Peter can't resist you once you put on your Halloween costume.

Soundtrack: I'm So Hot by Chrissy Chlapecka

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Filthy, filthy smut.

See, the thing was, you had seen that "what if Peter Vincent was a woman" fanart, too. He wasn't as slick as he thought he was, buying you that sexy female version of his Fright Night costume. You knew exactly where the fuck he was going with it before he ever said "I can't wait to fuck you in this."

You just didn't particularly mind.

And why would you, when he fucked you so good?

"Go get changed," Peter said the moment you stepped foot back in the penthouse, his voice unusually commanding. You could hear the thick trickle of desperation tightening his throat, and when you threw your eyes down, you could see that his jeans were getting tighter.

Oh, he'd been thinking about this the whole way back. The realization hit home and your core at the same time and it sent a nice little jolt of electric pleasure down your spine.

Without a word, you made your way to the master bathroom to get changed.

"And put my wig on!" Peter called after you.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, Peter was waiting for you on the bed, disrobed but for... well, a robe. His black silk one. You watched him from the doorway, and he watched you from the bed.

"God, you look... well, like me," he finally said, voice husky. Even without your eyes dancing downward you could tell he was probably the hardest he'd ever been. "You're so fucking hot, darling."

You smiled as you made your way to the bed. He watched as you wasted no time in crawling onto it, onto him, easily coming to straddle his slinky hips. Once you were settled, his hands trailed from your knees on a journey upwards, ending with a grip on the flesh just below where your thighs met your ass.

With his hands guiding you, your hips rolled, and the two of you moaned together as the friction sent a wave of pleasure through you both.

Peter was panting as you did it again with little encouragement. For your efforts, his thumbs curled around the fronts of your thighs, teasing at the edges of your lingerie. Another grind of your hips earned you his thumbs seeking your folds, delicately stroking your slit as you whimpered above him.

"Oh, that's it, doll," he purred, sinking a thumb in and homing in on your clit. He was gentle as he circled the nub, building your pleasure slowly. "God, you're gorgeous. You look so beautiful like this."

You whimpered in response, giving your hips a flick that netted you a moan from Peter. Looking down at him you smirked, doing it again to similar effect. "I'd look better with your cock inside me," you teased lightly.

"Oh, I know you would," he agreed with a growl emanating from somewhere deep in his throat. "But you've got a ways to go before you're ready for that."

His thumb danced around your clit again, and as it did he finally brought the other one forth, using it to tease at your entrance. You moaned, your walls flexing on nothing as your pleasure grew.

"That's it, darling," he praised you gently, as your hips desperately bucked into his ministrations. "Cum for me, darling."

It took little more encouragement than that for you to reach your peak. You let out a soft cry as you went rigid, walls contracting and feeling the rush of fluid Peter was no doubt waiting for.

He brought you down gently, easing you into that post-orgasm haze. You knew it wouldn't last long because he was about to fuck your brains out and make you cum again. But he was being kind by giving you a break. You appreciated it.

You let out a whimper as his hands withdrew from you. Foggily, you registered that he was sitting up, that his arms were wrapping around you and holding you close.

"Oh, you really are in a state, aren't you?" he asked in a deep chuckle, his lips grazing over your neck. You simply whined in response.

With his hands occupied, you took it upon yourself to reach down and brush your panties to the side so that Peter could enter you, and you took it upon yourself to find his cock, to guide it to your entrance.

You felt his moan as much as you heard it. Grinning, you lightly ran your fingers along his length.

"You're such a tease," he growled, thrusting up and missing the mark. It didn't matter, though, it still made you gasp. "I want my fucking cock inside you."

You didn't need him to say anymore, you were already on it even as he was speaking. Right as the last word left his lips, you finally guided him home, and you both moaned as he was enveloped in your depths.

"Oh, God, Peter," you panted, nails biting into his shoulder. "Fucking finally."

"Oi, shut up, bitch! You could've done that straight away!"

Despite his words, you could see in his eyes he was quite delighted to be fucking you, that spark of admiration and affection unmissable no matter how hard he tried to pretend it wasn't there.

"Big words for a man who decided to fuck me in the best position for me to get up and walk away whenever I want," you teased, lifting your hips off of his, leaving only his head inside you.

His grip on you tightened, keeping you locked like that. "You wouldn't."

"Peter, let me go."

It wasn't a real command -- you both knew it. Both knew you'd never. It was a test, and you were satisfied the moment his arms dropped away from you, allowing you freedom should you choose to take it.

But your freedom was in him, in the way he loved you and fucked you. So instead of leaving, you lowered yourself onto his cock, relishing in the absolute adoration in his eyes.

Wordlessly, his arms came back to wind around you, holding you firm and safe.

His mouth found your clavicle, lightly nipping the flesh there before he trailed downward, light kisses peppered over your skin until he reached the swell of your breasts.

"Oh, isn't this beautiful," he sighed as one of his hands shifted to cup the breast. "I could drown myself in these." He laid a few more kisses to them before his hand worked your costume and bra down so that they were exposed in full.

His tongue swiped over your nipple, sending a shock right through to your core. Your walls contracted, and he grinned. "Oh, should I do that again?" he asked tauntingly.

"Please," you begged breathlessly, your hold on his shoulders tightening. "Please, do it again."

He acquiesced, his mouth easily returning to the bud like his life depended on it. You all but wailed as pleasure flooded you.

"Oh, God, Peter."

"Don't you dare cum yet, you little slut," he growled into your breast.

"I-I won't," you only just managed to whimper.

But you were excruciatingly close. You weren't sure how much longer you could last, and you needed him to hurry the fuck up.

He thrust up into you a few more times, and you noticed with delight that he was rushing, erratic.

"I'm so close, Peter," you told him, your walls squeezing his cock as if to prove your point.

He didn't answer you, too lost in chasing his own orgasm. You didn't mind. Each thrust brought you closer, each swipe of his tongue or pull of his teeth sent more warm pleasure down into the pool building in the pit of your stomach. And you could feel that well starting to overflow.

"O-oh, fuck, Peter," you moaned, as his final thrust sent you over the edge. Your cunt tightened around his twitching length, the warmth he was releasing into you only heightening your orgasm. You let out twin cries in release, your grips on each other crushing you to each other.

And then, it was over.

He was the first to give, his arms dropping away from you as he collapsed back down into the plush duvet, panting breaths filling the otherwise silent air.

You managed to stay upright a little longer, turning to look out at the sparkling lights of the Vegas strip, gasping pants rattling through your chest.

"Fuck," Peter said.

"Yeah," you replied.

And then you let yourself collapse on top of him, all but melting into his chest. His arms, tired as they were, came up to pull you closer. At this rate, the two of you could probably meld together.

"Fuck, I'm hot. I'd fuck myself."

"Again?" you asked in a breathy chuckle, shifting your head to look up at him.

"Well," he started, conceding with a light shrug, "give me about half an hour."

#peter vincent x reader #peter vincent x you #peter vincent fanfic #fright night #fright night fanfic #david tennant

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guardian-angle22 · 29 days

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to continue with the paul celebrations.... any fave paul fics? fanart? fanvids?

[in reference to my meltdown yesterday over Paul lol]

Every day is a Paul Strickland celebration day over at my blog!!

I will gladly link to some of my faves...

Fanart:

(x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

Gifsets:

(x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

Fics:

◆ they say you're holding onto heartache by @dotsunflowers (Words: 1.6K; Rating: T)

After the visit to the cardiologist, and after his fight with Marjan, Paul can't stop thinking about his heart. Or the way heart metaphors now seemed to be absolutely everywhere.

◆ Ride or Die by @tailoredshirt (Words: 2.4K; Rating: T; TW: semi-graphic injury; mentions of transphobia in healthcare)

Later, Paul would wonder if he would have reacted the same way if he hadn’t been talking. If he would have swerved more gently or slammed on the brakes, or if he would have swerved in the opposite direction, knowing that the lane was clear of oncoming traffic and that the other side of the road was flat. Instead, Paul jerked the steering wheel to the right, barely missing the deer but sending the vehicle off the side of the road, where it skidded down a steep embankment and slammed into a large oak tree. — Paul and Marjan have a heart-to-heart while they’re stuck in a vehicle after a major car accident.

◆ Take the leap by @tailoredshirt (Words: 943; Rating: T)

"So how long has that been goin' on?" "What?" TK asked, frowning. "How long have you and Reyes been…" Paul nodded in the direction of the bathroom Carlos had disappeared to. TK shook his head. "No, we're...we're not together. Why would you think that?" "Uh…because I got eyes in my head?" Paul said. 1x05 Missing Scene

◆Count on me by @tailoredshirt (Words: 1K; Rating: G)

Marjan and Mateo visit Paul after he’s released from the hospital. Set after 3x04

◆ getting past the wounds of love by @lemonlyman-dotcom (Words: 4.6K; Rating: G)

“What are you smiling about?” Paul asks with a raised eyebrow in the rear view mirror. “Got a text from Officer Hotstuff?” “Shut up,” TK says with a roll of his eyes as Paul and Marjan snicker in the front seat. “Come on, Paul, it’s not even like that.” “Oh yeah?” Paul teases as he puts the car in gear. “It looked pretty ‘like that’ the other night. You shoulda seen them, Marj. TK was grinding on that sweet, straitlaced boy so hard I thought we’d have to use the jaws of life to separate them. Officer Dreamboat was looking at TK with those giant heart eyes. He’s already in love.” “Oh my god,” TK whines. “He is not. We’re not even dating. We’re just …hanging out” “Sure, whatever you say dude.” — Carlos attends his first 126 hang, Paul hosts a listening party for a rare record he’s acquired and Marjan encourages TK to open his heart a bit and talk to Carlos

◆ a much needed intervention by @dotsayers (Words: 3.2K; Rating: T)

Paul grinned at her, annoyingly handsome as usual. “What, Marwani, are you only gonna talk to us if it’s about you?” “Well, I am pretty cool,” she offered, letting one side of her mouth curl into a smile. “What’s up?”

◆ It always pays to fake a smile by @marjansmarwani (Words: 1.2K; Rating: G; TW: semi-graphic injury)

When an accident happens on a call Paul and Marjan are forced to deal with it the best they can until help arrives.

◆ Play With Fire by @thatnerdemryn (Words: 6K; Rating: E; Threesome, d/s elements)

“You boys done for the night?” Paul asked, somehow carefully controlling the tremble in his voice. He cleared his throat as Carlos pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his neck and TK shook his head. “Not quite,” TK commented. He moved away enough to hold out his hands like a silent offering that Paul could either accept fully or brush off easily. He appreciated the gesture, but he wasn’t ready for the warmth the two men provided him to disappear yet. “Good choice, amigo,” Carlos practically purred behind him and Paul was sure his vision went a little fuzzy. “Friend? Is that what we’re going to be tonight?” Paul asked.

#anon answered #911 lone star #paul strickland #i wasnt quite sure how to link the art and gifsets tbh so if anyone has a better way to link those let me know #some days it feels like I am 90% of the Paul strickland tag on this site ngl 🤣🤣🤣#so you better believe if I see some Paul content I’m reblogging it!#fic rec list #911 lone star fic recs

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ageless-soul-au · 5 months

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HIHIHI OKAY. i absolutely love flicker. do you accept fanart (might be a silly question but im 16 and want to make sure before i actually draw/send in anything. im here for my boy /lighthearted)

but besides that. ive never seen anyone else actually hc that downfall hero of time DIED AS A KID and i am SO GLAD other people feel the same. like dont get me wrong everyone has their own opinions and none are wrong but. I LOVE FLICKER. i love that the gods didnt quite catch him in time to put him to sleep and he took the sword to ganon and held his own until beast ganon. it makes me do a little happy wiggle.

he was not a "valiant, noble man, tragically lost to evil" he was a misguided child told the world rested on his shoulders and because of that, he was killed. and i LOVE that kind of tragedy

so. flicker supremacy, thank you very much.

Hi hello!!!! Omg you had so many great points, thank you for the enthusiasm!!

Mostly for the 18+ warning, we're trying to keep minors away from the main fics bc there are heavy, potentially triggering topics and NSFW-ish things there. As long as you have your community labels set up right on the blog tho, it should be safe to browse/interact with (though main blogs are different, Kio's is strictly 18+). I'm not your dad etc etc, practice caution online, we really only ask that minors don't read the fic or view the NSFW. We'll still probably be writing ASAU by the time you turn 18 tho so maybe see u on ao3 then?? XD

TLDR, it's up to you if you wanna make art of the lil guy. We appreciate everything that comes our way!

The decision to keep Flicker 9 years old came from a discussion on why the hero failed in the downfall timeline. Bc if things progressed like they had in OoT, then Link would have still won! So what needed to change in order for him not to win? It wasn't bc the player just went out to play basketball instead of beating the game /ref

The sages put Link to sleep bc he wasn't ready to wield the sword. But nothing changed except his size. He was in a 17 year old's body, but his mind hadn't matured any. Somehow he was able to pull it off tho, and everything turned out fine (or... It depends on your definition of fine).

So the sword didn't put Flicker to sleep. He didn't get stronger. And he's a tough kid, but that only goes so far. He also rushed to get to the final boss, which Time didn't do, so Flicker got there underprepared in his haste. He died, then the goddesses went "oh shit, that shouldn't have happened!!" and reset the timeline. And as we know, a reset doesn't mean that the original timeline goes away, now there's just two versions of the story.

Poor lil guy... His Zelda (Aria) and the sages managed to pull it together, but the timeline was still pretty fucked. I can't wait for when we get to what happened to it in the fics, but that won't be for a while. Flicker is still out there tho... In the forest... Doing his little guy things....

Thank u for ur interest! Maybe we'll have gotten to Flicker's point in the story by the time you're 18 hchdhdj

-Kio & Mizu

#Ask #Asau flicker

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goldendoodlerlockerlove · 3 months

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Woohoo!! I finally have the next part of my comic ready (finally).

I can't even remember how long it's been since my last update (too long, I think).

I changed up Gene and Alexis' designs because I think it was high time for an update in their look. I'll always kind of be nostalgic for the original, digital designs, but I feel as if I've improved a lot as an artist since then.

Tumblr didn't feel like cooperating with me today, so I had to use a Google Drive link to show this off.

[ID]: Paper fanart of Gene from Bob's Burgers and Alexis, an OC. Alexis wears large, curved glasses, and has a tall and skinny frame with a skittish demeanor. A comic can be seen, with the first page consisting entirely of Alexis. They are sitting sideways in a chair with a concerned expression and thinking God, I hope Gene never finds out I wrote that note... I could never live down the embarrassment... Can you imagine what his reaction would be?

On Page Two, an imagine spot of Gene can be seen with an angry expression. He's saying, "Us? Together? Pfffft, maybe in an Alternate Universe. No way, Alexis." Then, in the next panel, the actual Gene can be seen trying to get Alexis' attention. He asks, "Alexis? Do you want to come over after school?" Alexis has a shocked expression on their face on the next panel, and says, "You actually want me to come over? Me? Are you sure?" Gene responds off-page, "Yes, silly!"

On Page Three, the last page, Gene can be seen again, a grin on his face and sporting a casual pose. He says, "My sisters really want to figure out who's been sending me random, secret, sweet notes in my locker. When we got back from lunch, we found another one. They think you're a good mystery solver." The next panel shows a note to back up Gene's claim, and it says: I hope you keep playing your music more than anything. ~Your Secret Admirer. The note is also adorned with music notes, and there's a heart after the words Your Secret Admirer. The next panel shows Gene and Alexis together in a side view, and Alexis says while blushing, "Wow, it could really be anyone." They are thinking at the same time: Oh my God. We're so close right now. Gene responds, "I know, right? That's why we need your help. Are you in?" The next panel shows just Alexis, still in a side view, and looking very nervous. They're thinking: Don't say yes, oh God, I can't go to his house yet. But at the same time, they say, "I... uh... I'd love to." Then they think: Dang it.

#bobs burgers #gene belcher #bobs burgers oc #fan comic #this was so much fun to do omg #but i only did a few pages and am pretty tired now #i unfortunately can't make any promises on when the next part will come out but hopefully soon!!#my babies deserve it #it should all be digital from here on out!! it was just easier for me to sketch it all out on paper today

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charizardstolemynickname · 1 year

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OK BUT HOW DID YOU FEEL ABOUT THE S1 FINALE I WANT THE UPDATE GDI

AHHHHHHHHHH

I HAVE BEEN DYING TO TALK ABOUT THIS

Okay instantly if you haven't watched The Owl House S1 Finale DO NOT READ

Okay so FIRSTLY I am a SUCKER for the "mentor sacrificing themselves for student (cough cough really child)" trope AND PART 1 OF THE FINALE DIDN'T DISAPPOINT WITH THAT, it PHYSCIALLY hurt to watch Eda use the last bit of her power to save Luz and then turn into the owl creature thing. 10/10, I love that everytime

BUT ALSO THAT SCENE GAVE US THE ICONIC "Then WHY WERE YOU SO EASY TO CURSE?" from Lilith, GOD, whoever are the artists responsible for drawing Lilith and Eda in THAT Scene deserves so much credit, i almost screamed

AND I DIDN'T CRY, but I swear when Luz walked in and King went "I'M THE CAKE! ...Where's Eda?" and Luz's face AND THE GIFT, yeah I was close

The second part was also heartbreaking because THAT BASTARD OF A EMPORER BELOS didn't keep his promise to heal Eda and bring her into the coven AND YEAH DEEP DOWN I KNEW HE WAS GOING TO BREAK THE PROMISE, but that doesn't mean it still didn't hurt

Getting arrested for stepping on the grass and the guard's reaction I'll admit made me laugh, it was like the porter in Macbeth, comedic relief in the middle of drama and angst

OH AND EDA TELLING LUZ TO GO HOME WAS- It almost killed me, if that's how the season ended I would have rioted for all those who had to suffer however long it took for S2 to come out

LILITH HELPING!! I, again, am a sucker for reunited family members who were close, fought and then become close again, the angst, the found family essence in it IS GREAT

The flashback showing WHY Lilith cursed Eda kinda hurt me a bit BECAUSE EDA WAS ALWAYS GOING TO LET LILITH WIN AND- safe to say I am hooked

Destroying the door was a HUGE sacrifice for Luz so CONGRATS to her, sucks that they are rebuilding it though

The petrified sister almost dead and then the sister sharing the pain and saving the other (frozen really made that trope popular huh /lh /pos) CURED MY FAMILY IN MEDIA LOVING SOUL

The little matching hair streak in Lilith after sharing the curse IS COOL AS FUCK TOO, please tell me that it shows up in fanart

Overall, loved the first season, loved the finale, loved Luz, LOVED EDA, loved King, LOVED LILITH, loved how willow and gus ready to help Luz commit crimes to save Eda, its a great show and I AM HOOKED, I have been told to get ready for season 2 AND I AM, already on S2 episode 2 so will update on how it goes, i will not shut up about this show now

#the owl house #eda the owl lady #luz owl house #luz #lilith the owl house #lilith clawthorne #season 1 finale #the owl house spoilers #the owl house season 1 spoilers #long post #BIG RANT #sorry for the dump BUT IN SHORT #I LOVED IT #I cannot wait to see all the fanart #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK ANONYMOUS I HAVE BEEN DYING TO RANT ABOUT IT

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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Embroidery Commission

I was going to do a longer introduction but really I can't tease the people like that. That would be quite rude of me!

This, my friends, is the gorgeous embroidery hoop I commissioned from @onbeinganangel!!!!

Okay you have the goods now, read ahead if you're ready for Danni babbling.

Yesterday morning, I got an email from our apartment's Amazon hub that I had a package ready for pickup. And since I knew exactly what it was, I was annoyed (cuz it's early and I'm at work and I have to wait) and excited (cuz MY HOOP!!!!!)

After work, I rushed home, ran to the hub, grabbed my treasure, and pranced back to my apartment. You know, carefully. I wasn't sure how delicate I needed to be and I was risking this hoop for nothing!

Above pictures is what I found inside the box. My hoop carefully and beautifully wrapped in tissue, and a sweet note!

And if you know me at all, you'll know I was too excited to rip right into it. I don't know if anyone else deals with this, but my excitement levels get so high I just don't know what to do with myself! Have to smile and shriek and dance a bit. Shake out all those nerves! Breathe a bit (because oxygen is important.) (That's what I'm told anyway.)

Once I had my wits about me, I very carefully peeled back the tissue and beheld my beautiful hoop!

And started crying, of course.

(If you know me at all, that won't surprise you, either.) (Overactive tear ducts, I swear to Merlin.) (Or maybe that's just me being overemotional...either way 🤷‍♀️)

It was in early November that I reached out to Mari. She had posted about making sure she could get commissions done in time for Christmas, and while I didn't need anything by Christmas, it did prompt me to think "hey...maybe I could commission something!"

If you've not seen Mari's embroidery, you should definitely check it all out! (Conveniently: click here.) Her work is gorgeous, and it's extra special to have another craft used for fandom purposes! Fan writing? Great! Fan art? Great! Fic binding? Oh cool! Fan embroidery???? Oh god I'm in love. (Also Mari writes, so here's her AO3.) (We have to stan a multi-talented queen.)

I was a wee bit nervous, because I've always been hesitant to ask about commissions from people who I don't know are okay with Snarry. My OTP is so controversial to others, but so beloved to me, and so I rarely reach out, but...I don't know. I couldn't help it! It seemed like too cool an opportunity to not try for, and Mari seemed so sweet so I figured if she let me down, she'd do so gently!

...because obviously I'm going to commission Snarry things. Much as I love other ships, if I'm spending my hard earned money, it's going to be Snarry. 😍

As you can see: it was not a problem!

What I most wanted was a piece for my pride and joy, Contempt. I wiffle-waffled a bit. I thought Orange Blossoms might have better imagery for embroidery, but I already had a fanart done for Orange Blossoms, and while more is more...I really, really in my heart needed a physical representation of my beloved Contempt.

I felt a bit bad about the timing and assured her I didn't need it by Christmas and to prioritize Christmas projects (even though I was quite eager for this!) Like: "I saw your post about Christmas commissions but...this is not for Christmas!" Anyway between the Snarry worries and timing guilt and my anxiety...that should tell you how much I wanted this piece! And let me tell you, it was worth fighting anxiety for!!

The other tricky part of commissions is me trying to give creators an idea to work with, while also stressing that I value their creative input more than my own vision. Everyone is different; more details are useful for some while others enjoy the creative freedom more. (So of course I fretted about that, too.) But generally I am drawn to creators for their own skill and creativity and want as much of themselves in there as possible! I have so much respect and admiration for other creators!! And why I want so dearly to support them however I can! (And to also selfishly benefit from it, not gonna lie.) (Look at this thing!)

What I gave Mari to work with were primarily the quotes. Both are spoken by Harry in the work, though in separate portions of the fic. I wasn't sure how weird that would be, but I don't know...they go so well together and really sort of sum the whole story up! My ultimate love/hate endeavor!

As for the imagery, I had suggestions for that, too: the door to Snape's quarters have "serpents entwined with ivy and dahlias" and there are moments in the story where other flowers are given, those being white gardenias and forget-me-nots. Between my personal love of flowers and animals, as well as my great love for symbolism, and the role they all play in the story...well, I'm glad they all fit in! (Also, Mari is a champ for listening to all my rambling about symbolism and vibes haha!)

From one of our email exchanges, I mentioned: "It's a very stark, intense story. A bit brutal. Lots of shame. Riding that line between love and hate. That's another part of why I like nature imagery; all of the beauty and brutality of the world around us." And I feel like it came through! It feels very simple and natural. It looks a bit like fallen, fragile flowers and a snake slithering along, a sort of unsuspecting seduction. (Sorry, I sure love to read into things!)

Honestly, Mari was such a joy to work with. She has such a good eye for design and color! And such clear skill. She was easy to talk to, happy to communicate, and best of all so kind and patient and sweet! And in the end, she crafted something truly priceless.

Contempt is truly the story of my soul. (If you follow me, you're probably tired of hearing about it LOL.) The concept has lived with me for so long. Writing it was a true labor of love. Having this piece of it to hang on my wall is genuinely so meaningful. I cried when I first saw the finished product (via email) and cried again when I had it in hand. And again when I hung it on my wall.

It's not in its final spot just yet. A few inches to the right (not pictured) is a Hogwarts plaque that I plan to move to another wall this weekend, so I can move the hoop a bit to the right. But I was much too eager to share this to wait until the weekend! But this should still give you an idea of what my Snarry wall looks like, and will more or less look like after the shift. (The art beside the hoop is the Orange Blossoms art mentioned earlier, by LuEndland!)

Mari, thank you so much again for working with me and creating this truly precious hoop! Also: feel free to make your own post if you like, one with less word vomit haha! You are a true angel, I hope you know!!

To everyone else: if you've been thinking of commissioning an embroidery hoop...for sure do it!!!! 10/10 do recommend.

Also please expect more photo dumps once my work space is all set up!!

#embroidery #snarry #contempt #onbeinganangel

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How do you feel about thomastair?

I'm ready to get cancelled AHAH

I liked them in the first two books, but I already found stupid the turn of their relationship at the end of Chain of Iron: Alatair and Thomas have this """break up""'" moment just because in CC's books the ships must be canon only in the last book of the trilogy.

Then, in Chain of Thorns the development of their relationship is utterly ridiculous because since Alastair is a fan favourite, Cassandra deleted all the conflict he should have had with Matt, which, in my opinion, was one of the most interesting parts in their relationship, seeing Thomas torn between "I love Alastair but I don't want to hurt Matt".

Also, I think that CC totally erased Thomas's personality and falttened a lot of Alastair's since in this book they're mainly (or, for Thomas, solely) defined by their relationship.

In Chain of Thorns I always forgot they weren’t a couple yet because, since Cassandra was so careful to delete all the conflict to not upset the readers, Thomas and Alastair have literally no reason not to be together from the start of the book.

I also found ridiculous that Thomas is so worried about the other's reactions to his homosexuality when literally no one has problems with Anna being lesbian and proud, and all the parents (except for Bridgestock, who is an asshole) has no problem with the non straight children.

Personally, I also think it’s really bad taste that Thomas and Alastair have a very hot makeout session and almost have sex in the carriage while in the same exact moment Christopher is dying in his sister’s arms, but hey CC must make the straight female readers happy. I swear to god, every time I think about that scene I get angry as it personally insulted me (and I want to vomit every time I see the fanarts. Oh wow, they’re almost banging while Kit is dying, so hot and romantic /s).

Towards the end I was just tired of them. Cassandra tried to keep them not together for far too long just because the canon ships must be together only at the very end of the third book despite it’s obvious they will be canon endgame from like page 12 of the first book. When after sex (another ridiculous, nonsense and no context scene put there just to rail the straight female readers) Alastair goes there asking Thomas if he loves him, I almost threw the book against the wall because I was so fed up of their nonsense. This was just a poor attempt to add some conflict that doesn’t work, because as I said already, Thomas and Alastair don’t have a real reason not to be together already.

I think that their relationship should and could have been better if they got together at the end of Chain of Iron and Thomas’s conflict in ChoT should have been "How can I tell the others, Matt especially, that I'm dating Alastair?"

Another reason why I hate ChoT, indeed, is that it made unsufferable for me a ship that I liked for the first two books.

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ngl id want to hear all your answers to the choose violence ask game about buffy

hehehe why not... i couldnt answer all of these cuz idk I'm not like in in the buffy fandom but here

the character everyone gets wrong everyone already knows what I'm gonna say... say it with me now yall... XANDER!!!!!!!! also I feel like a lot of people don't have the soul connection I have with tara. not that they don't get her I just know they don't get her like id do okay.

a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom sorry I don't care about this kinda stuff

screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr yeah anyway I'm not gonna put the image here cuz it will burn your eyes but the photoshopped picture of spike and angel duo sucking Rileys dick like girl. i don't even know if that's a take but it is to me. the take is that spike and angel would suck riley off. worst take ever and worst image ever

what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person? I don't have anyone from the buffy fandom blocked.... smile.

worst discord server and why someone invite me to a bad discord server id love to join and be tortured. is there even any buffy discord servers? please let me know

which ship fans are the most annoying? obviously spuffy. very very obviously. spuffy fans are some of the most annoying ship fans of any ship

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them? answered

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about there are a couple episodes that are regarded as some of the worst buffy ever that are actually some of my favs... "I robot you jane" "go fish" "bad eggs" all good and "beer bad" IS NOT THE WORST EPISODE. in fact I actually kind of liked it so there. xander/willow is a good ship you are just not ready for that conversation. Angel isn't THAT bad okay.

worst part of canon what isn't the worst part of canon. actually I'm only on season 5 so I think I have yet to get to the WORST PART. btvs has so many fucking issues

worst part of fanon it bothers me that there is like NO FANART for the show and pretty much 50% of btvs content is about spuffy naked sex bat sex crazy naked tits and ass penis sex

number of fandom-related words you've filtered zero!

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them answered

worst blorboficiation answered

that one thing you see in fics all the time I don't read enough btvs fic

that one thing you see in fanart all the time CLOTHES CLINGING TIGHTLY TO BUFFYS BOOBS AND ASS AS IF THE FABRIC WAS FUCKING LIQUID!!!!!! STOP DOING THAT TO HER.

you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

there should be more of this type of fic/art on god we need more core scooby appreciation like please please more fanart of just files buffy xander and willow hanging out and smiling and being silly. i never have seen like any fanart of xander ever

it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on... RAT AMY

you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like... .... i already kinda said it earlier but erm.. season 3 willow/xander cheating arc when they kept making out. sorry. oh also kinda horrified I like spuffy but like that's normal everyone likes that.

part of canon you found tedious or boring tbh most the time I think the season plot shit is boring. i much prefer monster of the weak stuff. the initiative stuff was SO FUCKING boring most the time and any scene with Riley I literally would fall asleep

part of canon you think is overhyped I mean I haven't FINISHED season 5 yet but I'm getting to the end and I feel like I see lots of hype for this season arc but so far the way its wrapping up is kind of awful. erm

your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores SCOOBIES FRIENDSHIP. SCOOBIES EVERYTHING. CHILLING AMD BEING BEST FRIENDS AND LOVE BETWEEN FRIENDS . AND WATCHING TV AND BRADING EACH OTHERS HAIR

ship you've unwillingly come around to I really didnt wanna like spuffy but I do. i don't want to like spander but I saw yaoi for a second idk maybe something is there. .. maybe.. xander and anya? though its more just like I don't hate anya anymore. i still kinda hate them as a couple.

topic that brings up the most rancid discourse defs spangle vs spuffy and also whether or not Xander is good.

common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing SHUT UP ABOUT JOSS WHEDON BEING PROBLEMATIC IM SORRY TO BE THAT BITCH I DONT CARE. SORRY . BUT I DONT. its like literally all anyone has to say

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Stuck On You | John/Rodney Oneshot

It's the iconic Stargate Atlantis anthropomorphic ice cube fic!!

Written in 2009 during a giggling time when the lot of us in the SGA fandom were sharing pictures of the silly shapes our freezer cubes were manifesting with. Someone even made fanart for me! John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, 1,421 words.

No tags because oh my god

Stuck On You

His first memory is of falling, tumbling end over end in an exhilarating rush that was over far too soon. He didn't even notice the pain of landing because he was too concentrated on the feeling of skidding forward, hoping and hoping there would be another drop off in his future. When he finally came to rest, though, it was in the corner of the container, flush with the frost-laden wall. There was only one other cube nearby, as most of the others had ended up in a jumbled heap right under the Spout-thing. He could just barely hear them, still settling in, the harsh sounds of ice against ice reflecting off of the plastic walls.

His inertia gone, all he could really do was lean up against the wall and think about how much fun the tumble had been. He allowed himself a bit of pride for having escaped the crush of cubes, as well--he was certain he'd have hated being stuck at the very bottom, having to take the superior attitude of those of the upper echelon.

"You'll get stuck like that, you know," a grumpy voice beside him said. It was the nearby cube, whose lower left-hand corner was a bit rounded, as though it had chipped off and been melted smooth again.

"Stuck?" he replied, not sure he liked this chipped cube's tone.

"Yes, stuck," it said in a lofty voice. "Don't you know anything about Temperature States and Melt Physics?" The way it said this made him upset. It wasn't like he'd had much time to learn anything, after all. Still, some things were instinct, he supposed, and he could feel something in the air around him--if he rested too closely to the slick wall, it would want to bond with him. He wasn't sure he was ready for that.

"Is that how you lost your corner?" he said, a bit defensively.

"Isn't that just typical," Chipped muttered to himself. Then, a little louder, it said, "You don't have much room to talk--at least I don't have a mutant edge. I thought there were regulations against that sort of thing."

The frost on the wall dulled any sort of reflection, but he knew what Chipped was talking about, he could feel the extra ice there. He kind of liked it, actually.

"Size matters," he said diffidently, enjoying Chipped's spluttering reaction. He was sure if the temperature in their freezer had been any cooler, it would have actually shed water in indignation. "Calm down there, Chipped," he said. "Think of how much worse it'd be if we were stuck in that mess." He couldn't gesture, but Chipped had to know what he meant. It looked really distracted--at the thought of more rounded corners, no doubt--before it spoke again.

"Chipped? Chipped! Do I look like I've got rough edges to you, you... you... Spikehead!"

He wisely kept silent during the tirade, though 'Spikehead' sounded wrong to him, so maybe Chipped had a point about the name thing.

"Well, what would you like to be called, then?" he asked. "Splutter?" he offered, waiting for the reaction.

"Oh, that's just awful. You don't get to name anything," Chipped/Splutter said disgustedly. "I'm... well. I'd really rather have been spherical--ice absorbs a lot fewer... contaminants that way. So, you can call me... Rod."

"Rod."

"What? You don't think I want to be completely round, do you?" Rod huffed. "What do I call you, then?"

"Whatever," he said. It really didn't matter to him much, though he had to admit 'Spikehead' wasn't something he'd answer to.

"Very helpful, thanks," Rod said sarcastically. "So..."

Rod didn't get to finish his thought, however, as at that moment there was a rush of unwelcome air from the door to the freezer as it was pulled open. He and Rod looked at each other helplessly as they heard and felt the loud thumps of different things being moved around. Suddenly, their container tipped sideways, and Rod slid smoothly across to land very close beside him, almost touching. The air around them felt wrong, and he felt the entire container vibrate as the freezer's motor kicked in, blowing deliciously cold air across the top of their hiding place. It wasn't enough, though.

"Oh, this is bad," Rod said, a twinge of terror in his voice. Rod started muttering something that he couldn't make out.

"What are you doing?"

"Shh, I'm calculating something!" After a long pause, Rod spoke again, not even disguising his fear this time. "We are so screwed. If that door stays open just five more minutes..."

"This is something about Melt Physics, isn't it?" he asked, trying to cheer Rod up.

"Yes, of course it's--oh, funny, Cowlick, that was brain-melting humor right there," Rod hissed.

"Hey, at least you didn't call me a drip," Cowlick said. He liked his new name, it had a nice ring to it.

"Less than an hour old and already he's making puns. This universe hates me," Rod declared.

They fell silent, waiting in trepidation as the door remained open and the temperature around them fell slowly, almost imperceptibly. He could feel Rod next to him, cold and comforting, and he had a sudden urge to try to slide closer. He didn't think he'd mind bonding if it was with Rod--and he didn't think that was just because his alternative was the orgy of dimwitted, unadventurous ice cubes behind them. Cowlick didn't know what to say, though, since Rod didn't really seem to like him very much and he didn't want to alienate the only other ice cube in proximity to him.

There was a wave of awful warm, moist air that dragged across them for long seconds and then the freezer door shut, mercifully.

"Oh, God. I'm sweating, aren't I! Am I sweating?" Rod babbled, tilting his curved corner toward Cowlick.

"You're fine," he said soothingly, and with a rush of frozen excitement, added, "--and even if you were..." his voice trailed off as Rod looked at him strangely.

"'Even if I were...' what?" Rod prompted after a few tense seconds.

"I'd try to um. Rub it off," Cowlick said, wishing the plastic under him were more slippery, so he could turn away. He didn't want to see Rod's disgust at this.

"You'd..." Rod didn't sound disgusted. He kind of sounded excited, or maybe nervous, voice breaking in a way similar to his frantic worry of a few minutes earlier, but different. It gave Cowlick the courage to continue.

"So you wouldn't, you know, have bumps when they froze. The drops. From the sweat." If it were possible to spontaneously heat up with embarrassment and anticipation, he'd be sweating too, right now.

"That's-- Really?"

Cowlick didn't say anything. He looked away from the intense look on Rod's face, and when he looked back Rod seemed closer, somehow.

"It still feels kind of warm in here," Rod said casually, but his voice was high and Cowlick sensed that something had changed. "Doesn't it feel a bit warm in here?"

"The freezer hasn't had time to compensate just yet, I don't think," Cowlick said slowly.

"I heard that, um. That pressing close together helps to conserve cold, actually," Rod said.

"That makes sense." Cowlick's voice sounded about four times more calm than he felt. Was Rod...? "Those cubes behind us are probably nice and cozy by now, then," he remarked.

"Well then. It seems a shame to deprive the world of a cube of my caliber, doesn't it?" Rod said, a thread of his former superiority trickling back into his tone. Cowlick focused on the plastic underneath him, trying to feel for a slick spot, anything that he could use to move, even slightly. There.

"So, do you--" Rod started to say, but Cowlick interrupted him by pressing close, edge to edge, side to side.

"Yes."

"Oh, thank God," Rod said, and Cowlick could feel his words now, instead of just hearing them. They were as close as two separate and distinct entities of chilled water could be, and it was glorious. It was like they'd been cast from the same mold; their sides fit perfectly together, and Cowlick thought he would be happy to stay like this forever.

A few frosty moments in time later, Rod spoke again.

"So, what do you think of frozen peas?"

Cowlick's laugh echoed off the plastic walls, and Rod's answering squeal of outrage was like the rush of falling again.

#stargate atlantis fic #traditional SGA crackfic #john sheppard/rodney mckay #they're ice cubes #this used to be on fanlore with a bunch of other great sga crackfics but someone got uptight and deleted that section #crackfic #john sheppard fanfiction #rodney mckay fanfiction #mcshep #if you like this i have more SGA john/rodney to share!#and the rest of it is serious stuff haha

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Gossip (FrUk kinda subtle though.)

Inspired off this fanart.

France looked with bored eyes as nations walked into the room, taking their seats and awaiting the assembly to start. He was dressed smartly, a black suit and a tie, something he found rather bland. After all the eras of thick fabrics, powdered wigs and long petticoats, the modern day had ended with such boring trends. Different, but boring. While he did not miss the eras without clean drinking water, medication and clean bedsheets, he did sometimes miss the fashion.

He let out a sigh and his easily irritable neighbour glared at him for the sound.

"Was I speaking to you, England?" France retorted, returning the glare with as much annoyance.

England snorted, looking around the room as if he had no interest in France at all. This bothered France, but he chose to say nothing, returning the favour. If this tea-drinking, biscuit-eating troll wanted to try and get under his skin, he was going to have to do a better job of it.

"Look at Germany," England mumbled, drinking from his travel mug as he did.

France wanted to ignore this, but his heart lived, no, fed on drama. He loved a good gossip and it was cruel that England would often manipulate that into his own favour but France looked anyways.

He half-expected nothing, just an old trick to prove a point as usual, but he was met with a delightful surprise.

"My, is he wearing glasses?" France snickered, studying the young nation with great interest.

"And guess who made sure to walk from the other enterance?"

"No. Has it really happened?" France said delighted, taking in this information with great pleasure.

"I would assume so," England calmly retorted. How he managed to repress such feelings of delight immensely confused France but he did not dwell on it much as his victim had decided to sit near him.

"Oh my god, England, he's sitting away from Germany. Something definitely happened."

France gripped for England's arm and he swatted the grip away, yet still made the effort to look down and see Italy sitting beside his brother for a change.

"I told you, you don't listen to me."

"Why should I when you were the same man who thought pierced tongues and frozen pants were such style?"

"As if powdered wigs and heeled shoes were the peak of fashion—"

Interrupted, France nearly jumped out of his seat. He held onto England's hand for dear life in a manner that reminded England that France could be as easily excited as a child.

"Oh my god, England look!" France motioned towards the air, but England ignored it, instead trying to shush him as to not attract attention.

"Shut up, you bastard, do you want to look—"

"Just, look!" France demanded and England didn't want people looking so he just did as he was told despite it paining him as he did.

England motioned his head downwards over their table and looked down to the seats and assumed Italy was who he needed to stare at. He glanced over to France when he didn't find anything of interest.

"What is it that I am looking for?" England asked, eyes half-lidded with an annoyed expression. France wanted to slap it out from him, but instead gave a passive aggressive smile.

"Yes, were looking at the pretty flowers—no, you fool! Look at his suit, study him, what's odd? I thought you were such a proud member of MI6," France mumbled the last bit, but it still got a hostile glare. England cursed something under his breath, but still went back to check Italy. He was ready to slap France because he was certain nothing was there and he was just being irritating as usual, but then he did find something.

"Is..is..is that a hickey?" England caught himself by surprised, France snickering at his stuttering but he grinned at England. He had caught on.

"Yes! And did you notice the suit?" France added-on, excited. It reminded England of America, how he would get all giddy in his seat and hop up in down it with this silly smile. He snickered, probably noticing if he went to check again but instead let France explain it to him.

"Hm? No.. what about it?" he said, feigning confusion and France's grin grew.

"God, Arthur, you really are hopeless. Look! Italy always changes suits much like me. It might look similar or you might not even notice the change, but he always tries to change something about his attire each day of these dreadful meetings. Sometimes its just the shoes, sometimes the fabric or colour of suit, or just the hairstyle, nothing ever stays the exact same. No good fashionable nation would do that to themselves."

"So..? What changed?" England asked, waiting for France to continue.

"What changed was nothing. Italy is wearing the same designer leather shoes most likely Italian, the fabric is from me, I can't tell which brand, but it's mine for certain. It was a dark red, close to black colour, yesterday. Yet, Italy is wearing the same thing today. Not even his hair is different," France pointed out impressed in himself, leaning back in his seat with a self-satisfied grin.

"Well, now I know that America can certainly call you a nerd as well," England joked, snorting at his own joke as he drank from the mug.

"Ah, you—you have no manners, England!"

"I wouldn't need any, would I? I'm just a biscuit-eating troll across the channel. Manners aren't needed when you're a water bound barbarian," England snorted again and now France resorted to hitting him, slapping his head and his arm. England laughed, swatting away France's baby hits, no real strength put into them as he snickered.

"You rude brute! You're just a no good Englishman! You should consider yourself lucky I still want to speak to you!"

"Oh come on, this cannot be something your actually upset about," England snickered, looking at France with amusement. He flared his nostrils, letting out a huff. France obviously was annoyed.

"And if I am?"

"You're as sensitive as your pasta-loving neighbour."

France bit his lip, "take that back."

"It hasn't come true quite yet, now has it?" England explained, sipping more tea, "Therefore there's nothing to take back."

France looked as if ready to say something, but he decided on nothing as the assembly commenced, he laid back in his chair and decided to pinch England's arm. He flinched, grabbing at the wounded area and gave France a glare.

"You'll live, dear. Consider it pay-back," France grinned.

"If you're going say English words, might as well speak English too," England hissed, rubbing at the area with a wince.

"When I speak English to you willingly, that is the day you speak French willingly to me," France retorted. That ended the argument pretty quickly.

They both simply sank into their seats and let the first speaker commence the assembly, the topic being international relations as expected. Despite their professional attire and calculated stares, their hands gently intertwined, France carefully rubbing his thumb over England's knuckle. And England let him, a small distraction from politics was always nice.

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A/N (Author's Notes):

This was inspired completely off the lovely @ggoddammitt 's work and my brain looked at the pretty art and ran with it.

I'm not quite sure when this is placed, I assume in the modern day! Again, I am not very sure exactly when, just that we had wifi and no one was trying to kill eachother.

Bare with me if there's an typos or mistakes or anything not making sense, I wrote this at 2 AM.

Anyhow, this was a silly little fic with little historical information behind it, just something fluffy and cute. I don't usually write "no history" all my works usually involve some sort of research because I adore torturing myself, (don't worry, its that good kind of torture y'know?) but today I wanted something quick, light and sweet, a lot like whipped cream! A quick, easy and sweet snack is what you could consider this fic.

Anyhow, this probably will need a little editing before it hits AO3, that is if it does. This fic is a little short for that, so I might have to go collecting these short ones before I can go post a small booklet of 'em.

#hetalia #aph england #aph france #aph fruk #gossip #aph fanfiction #short #first draft

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