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leviathxn · 9 months

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“Little Girl to Little Lady”

Dads best friend! Miguel x Younger! Fem! Reader

Warnings : Cock Warming, Age gap, oral, mentions of masturbation (and slight but very little), dirty talk? Breeding king (per usual lmao) and I forgot what else but it’s sex so

Summary : Miguel and you have always been close… but even closer now

It always annoyed me whenever people would say “you grew up so fast” or “I remember you when you were just a baby”. It was even worse when Miguel O’Hara, your dads best friend, would say it. He didn’t say it often, but when it was a late night of drinking with my father he would always say it to me, almost as if he was telling himself. Whenever he said it he sounded like he was trying to reason with himself rather than just making small talk or being an emotional drunk. It wasn’t like Miguel and I weren’t close either. In fact my dad had always left me at Miguel’s house to babysit when I was younger, no naturally I looked at him as an important older figure in my life.

Well actually I looked at him more than just a supportive adult. To say he wasn’t an attractive man was a total lie. He was gorgeous, body chiseled like a greed god. He was the reason I even got sex toys and explored my kinks. Because every night he would plague my mind as I got older.

He was 20 when I was born, was married and had his daughter, Gabriella at 25. His wife passed 5 years later when he was 30. It was heartbreaking to see him and Gabriella in such despair and pain. Me and my dad had visited more often. I had felt the pain as well, especially as a 10 year old. Dana was a mother figure to me ever since my mom had up and left after I was born. Naturally this led me to help take care of Gabriella and be a supportive woman in her life. She lost her mom and I didn’t want her to feel the loneliness that I felt. I was (obviously) 5 years older than Gabriella so when I turned 15 I was able to babysit her alone when Miguel and my father had went out. I taught her about body and how she would be changing, helped her dress up and learn makeup. It was almost weekly that our parents would come home and find us cuddled together, sleeping with a movie on.

When I had turned 19 it was a little harder to visit Gabriella but I was always a text or phone call away if she ever needed me. My connection with her and Miguel was still very strong, as they came over for “family night” often. Obviously Miguel and my dad would drink while forgetting about whatever card or board game we were playing soon after. Gabriella started to get tired, it was around 10:30 as I put her to bed in my room. Whenever she fell asleep I would always share the bed with her. That’s what led me, Miguel and my dad to be downstairs, still drinking.

I didn’t drink really, Miguel and my dad knew this, never offering alcohol unless I specifically asked for it. I didn’t have a reason to drink, my social life never landing me at parties. When it came to relationships, I was hopeless. I was usually into older guys and besides a decent fuck, I didn’t see myself getting attached to them. At the end of the day, I always thought of Miguel when they were on top of me. It was shameful but most of the time the guys were too horny to even realize I wasn’t moaning their name.

I sat next to Miguel on the big couch as my dad sat in the arm chair to our right. He smiled as he listened to my dad, looking over at me. That’s when I heard the usual.

“Seeing you take care of my little Gabriella reminds me of when you were younger. You’re much more grown now though. A little Lady instead of a little girl”. I laughed as my dad finished his drink.

“Well Miguel? Let’s look at some baby photos!” My laugh abruptly stopped as my face flushed. I always objected, saying that Miguel has seen me as a kid so many times already, that he didn’t need to see anymore or be reminded. They always laughed me off as my dad took out the book.

“Even if I took care of you then, it’s nice to be reminded. I may still see you as a kid but the pictures remind me of how much you’ve grown”. There was that tone again. The one where he sounded like he was fighting himself to reason. But to reason over what? That I was a growing into a woman? Or that he thought I still acted like a kid? I grumbled as Miguel finished his beer and flipped through the photos with my dad. Even though I objected at first, it was nice laughing all together about my funny photos. As the night went on, my father slowly fell asleep on the couch, a smile on his face. I shook him awake, helping him to bed. As I came back down I saw Miguel still flipping through the book. I sat next to him again, looking over his shoulder.

Then there was a photo oh Miguel, feeding me cake as I sat in his lap. We both looked so young. I was probably around 6 in the photo, his frame still much larger than mine. He sighed, sliding his thumb over his bottom lip. I looked at him, as he looked at the photo for a good few minutes.

“Uhm.. Miguel is everything okay?” He glanced over to me, face flushed. I had never seen him look that way. He put his bottle down, next to the many other bottles…. I knew Miguel could drink but when did he finish so many? While we were looking at the photos? Miguel definitely wasn’t drunk but he was positively tipsy. He put his hand on my thigh, running it up and down my leg. I shuddered at his touch. “Miguel?”

“I would kill to have you in my lap like that again”. He said unwavering. I felt the heat rush to my face as he said it, I looked away and shifted awkwardly.

“M-Miguel where is this coming from?” He chuckled and stopped his hand at my upper thigh.

“The only reason I’m able to say this is because of what I heard you doing to yourself last night”. My face drained. He saw that? How much did he see? I was face down, ass up with a vibrator, is he talking about that? Or is he pulling my strings? Did he hear me moan his name?

“What are you talking about? I was in my room reading.” I said, my voice wavering. I wanted to seem convincing, I really did but I was so nervous under his gaze.

“Were you? That’s not what it sounded like… or what it looked like.” He shifted onto the ground, moving in between my legs. His arms on either side of me, trapping me on the couch. I couldn’t move. I was so nervous as my body trembled. “Did you imagine me eating you out? Or maybe you imagined me fucking you, hm? You were so loud.. just for me”. He kissed my legs, slowly inching towards my inner thigh. I slightly opened my legs on instinct. He chuckled and didn’t move any closer. “Use your words querida.” He said firmly as I shook my head. This was too embarrassing for me. Even being below me he had so much control over me. He shrugged his shoulders and began to get up. I panicked and grabbed his shoulders.

“P-please don’t leave…”. I pleaded. No matter how embarrassed I was, I have been wanting this for so long, so painstakingly long. He licked his lips as he got on his knees in front of me again. Kissing my thighs again. “I thought about you… uhm well I thought about you eating me out” I choked out. He already knew that I thought about him, no point in hiding it. He smirked into the kisses and slid his fingers to the hem of my shorts. He unbuttoned and unzipped them slowly. Miguel looked at me for conformation and I nodded my head. He pulled them down and off my body, leaving me in a shirt and panties. He brought his fingers to my clothed pussy, feeling the drenched fabric.

“Ahh so wet already. Were you thinking about me today?”. I nodded my head as he looked up at me. “Why? Tell me what made you think about me”. I felt embarrassed again, hoping he wouldn’t be mad about the answer.

“When I was putting Gabriella to bed I thought about having a family with you… a-and what it would feel like to have you put a baby in me”. His laugh was deep as he put his hands on my lower back and pulled me closer to him. His lips hovered over my panties, kissing my heat through the cloth. I twitched from the contact

“Oh my… you’ve got more of an imagination that I thought. Would you want to be a mother? Have my babies inside you?” I nodded my head again and he snarled. “Words cariño.” His tone was stern, not making things easy for me

“Yes, Miguel”. He nodded his head in approval before sliding my panties down and blowing over my heat. I yelped as the sensation, his breath was hot, and it made my body shudder. “Miguel please~”.

“Please what?” He asked teasingly as he inched even closer.

“Please eat me out”. He chuckled and latched his lips on my pussy. He took no time sliding his tongue in. He lapped at my juices as I threw my head back, gripping onto the couch. I whimpered while biting on my lip. I didn’t want Gabriella or my dad to wake up. He moved his hands to my thighs as he prevented them from clamping on his head as he continued to eat me out. His tongue did wonders and he moaned into me, letting the vibration of his moan toy with me. He spread my thighs further apart, allowing him to go deeper with his tongue. I didn’t think it was possible but the sliding of his tongue left me shaking. I wanted to squeeze my legs around him so bad, I wanted him to stay right there.

“Miguel more please~” I whispered, I was so scared to release a moan that I squeaked out the words. I was surprised he even heard me as his hands moved to my ass, allowing me to close my legs. I felt the knot from in my stomach as he continue to tongue fuck me. My legs squeezed around his head as I came in his mouth. He lapped up all of it, licking his lips. I panted as he chuckled and wiped his cheeks. He played with my juices on his fingers, putting them up to my mouth and making me taste myself.

“Was that good? I don’t think any guy your age could do as good as me”. He stated proudly as I nodded my head, still dazed from the sensation.

“I’ve only ever fucked older guys… but no guy has ever done that for me in the first place”. He scoffed

“Really? So un-classy… good thing I’m taking care of you from now on hm?” I giggled at his response. He was really getting an ego boost from this. He moved me from the couch and brought me upstairs to the guest bedroom.

Him and Gabriella were over so often that it was pretty much his. The only problem was that it was right nexts to my dads, and the walls weren’t exactly thick either. I reminded myself to stay quiet so we wouldn’t wake him. “Rest for a few minutes. Im gonna clean up downstairs and then I’ll come back up and give you what you really want”. I nodded my head, feeling my pussy throb and clench on nothing. He walked out of the room, my body trembling thinking about him. I wonder how big he is…. I mean I’m already much smaller than him so he would probably stretch me out.

I let my fingers slid down to my pussy, gliding over it. I let out a breath as I slid my fingers in, toying with my walls. I bit my lip again as I finger fucked myself to the thought of Miguel. He was amazing with his tongue but his dick would be 100x better. Hitting every spot, reaching deeper and deeper… then coating my walls with his seed-

My wrist was grabbed and my fingers were pulled out. I gasped at the sudden emptiness as I saw Miguel over me, licking my fingers. I stared up at him, watching him clean off my digits. He cleaned up that fast? Or was I imagining him for that long?

“Really? You couldn’t wait 5 minutes?” I looked away embarrassed. He chuckled pushing me flat on my back. He took his jeans off and tossed them across the room. He slid his boxers down just enough. Miguel stood at the edge of the bed and pulled me towards him. I yelled as I felt my pussy press against his cock. He finally lifted up my shirt, unclasping my bra. “God you look perfect”. He stared at my flushed face, hair sticking out everywhere with lustful eyes. My nipples hardened at the cold air, perking up. He left one hand on my waist for support, the other hand lining himself up. I wrapped my legs around him as he lined himself up with me. I gulped. The most I’ve taken in is 5 inches, Miguel was at least 8 and his girth…. He pushed his tip in and I gasped.

He continued to push himself into me, my pussy stretching more and more. Tears brimmed in the corner of my eyes. He cusped my cheek and wiped the tears. “You’re almost there querida, breathe”. He got half way before my pussy clenched again. He grunted before putting both hands on my waist. He rubbed circles, trying to help me relax. “Mi amor please you have to relax or else I can’t fuck you”. The words ‘mi amor’ rung throughout my head. My body relaxed as I thought about it. I didn’t know Spanish but I knew that much. My face heat up as I brought my hands to my face. Mi amor? Would he call me that even if we weren’t fucking? Did he like me? I mean I liked him, hell I loved him. Did I love him or did I just want him to fuck me?

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt his push the rest of himself inside of me, I moaned out loud before quickly covering my mouth. I wasn’t ready for it as he bottomed out. He chuckled as he brought his lips close to mine.

“What got you so distracted? It’s almost like you forgot that my dick was in you”. I blushed as he stayed in place, me basically just cock warming as he spoke.

“I- uhm…. You called me ‘mi amor’ and I started thinking”. I trailed off, looking away. I didn’t want to move or else I would moan again. His eyes widened at my reaction.

“(Y/N) look at me”. I hesitated. “Look at me now.” I turned my head and met his eyes. Before could explain myself he kissed my lips. But it was warm… so warm and loving. I kissed back, wanting to feel more of his passion. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in deeper. As our kiss deepened he began to rock his hips into me. I moaned into his mouth, letting him slide his tongue in. He took immediate control and continued to fuck me.

He bottomed out quickly, beginning to pound into me. “Listen to me (Y/N), wether I had you in bed or not I love you”. I nodded my head and whimpered as he continue to fuck me. He moved his hands to my breast, latching onto my left one with his mouth and playing and twisting my right nipple. I tried so damn hard to stay quiet as his balls slapped against my ass. If I spoke now I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from making noise. “Say it mi amor”.

“I- I love you too Miguel-mphm!” He shoved his fingers into my mouth, moving his to leave hickies from my shoulders to the valley of my chest. His tip hit every spot, I felt every vein on his girth as he continued to pounded into me.

“Yeah? So that means I can put my babies in you? Fill you up with my cum all night? You would want that wouldn’t you. For me to use you as a cum dump”. A ray of yesses left my mouth, said so drunkenly. I was so dazed from his cock I couldn’t think straight. The drool started to pour out of my mouth as he pressed himself deeper and deeper. He has so much stamina. He grunted as he watched my tits bounce. “Don’t be too loud… your dad might wake up”.

Miguel put his hands on my waist, wanting to let my boobs bounce on their own. Lewd noises filled the room as I saw stars, eyes rolling back from the pleasure. He staggered, my pussy clenching on every bit of him. A knot formed in my stomach as I continued to pant and whimper. It took every ounce of will power not to break and scream out his name.

I felt the knot burst as I came, a moan escaping my lips. A few more stores and Miguel coated my walls. I felt the heat fill me up to the brim. He hovered over me before pulling his cock out. He watched as our mixed cum began to spill out of me. Miguel pressed his thumb to my hole, keeping in as much as he could.

“Don’t want any of it to go to waste right? Or else we’ll have to do this again”. He was met with silence. Well besides my pants as I stared up at the ceiling with half lidded eyes and drool still lining down my cheek. He stared at my fucked out appearance and admired his work. He went into the bathroom (connected to the guest room) and grabbed a towel. He cleaned us both up before putting on a pair of boxers. He ventured to my room as he grabbed me a pair of panties. He looked over to Gabriella, sleeping soundly. He smiled and kissed her forehead thinking about how good of a mom I would actually be.

Coming back to the guest room he saw me sitting up, cleaning up my face and hair. We smiled at each other as he helped me put the underwear on. He gave me one of his shirts as it would fit like a dress. Although the sheets were slightly stained, that was something he would worry about another time. He debated his options. He could sleep and cuddle with me and run the risk of my dad seeing us or he could send me upstairs to Gabriella. As safe as it sounded he decided to keep me with him, wanting to be with the woman he just talked about having a baby with. It’s the least he could do after he just fucked you like that.

He pulled me close and laid down with me, spooning me from behind. I used his arm as a pillow, his other hand resting on my stomach. I smiled as I closed my eyes, painfully tired after our “little stunt”. He watched me fall asleep before kissing my head and closing his eyes as well.

OKAYYY SO IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR A FEW HOURS NOW AND IF YOU GUYS WANT A PART 2 OF LIKE THE AFTERMATH THEN JUST LMK! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED

If I do write a part two should I make the dad find out and have angst or basically keep it hidden until the reader is old enough to live on her own

PART 2 IS UP AND ITS FLUFF - I don’t know how to link it so bear with me please and just find it, it’s “Little Lady to Little Wife”

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pinkplaidmoonshine · 8 months

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(Some posts about Ambrosius bleaching his hair and wearing makeup got me all emotional. Based off the fact my so was born blonde but his hair turned brown when he was about eight.)

Ambrosius was born blonde. As he grew older it started to darken and eventually it became brown. At least that’s what he expected because his parents started dying it the moment it got just a little bit *too* dark. His shaved sides, eyebrows, and the hair on his chin showed what was really under the bleach job. He had an expensive care routine to keep up so it didn’t get too itchy or dry out.

His roots were starting to show. On impulse he started to make an appointment with his usual hairdresser for color but… for the first time he asked “what if I didn’t?”

Ambrosius had to go no contact with his parents after they found out about his relationship with a commoner. He had let go of the family name in favor of Goldenheart when he married Ballister. The Institute had dissolved. Being a descendant was no longer part of who he was. Maybe this was another thing he should let go of?

Ballister was wonderfully supportive. Whenever Ambrosius would start to freak out and ask if he needed to just bleach it again Ballister would tell him it was *his* body and he could do whatever he wanted with it. If he wanted to stay blonde, stay blonde. Each time Ambrosius chose to move forward.

It took time. Each time he got it cut a little more of the white-blond was taken away. In the end he let dark brown hair brush his shoulders. It was thick so he still had an undercut to take some weight off. Ambrosius noticed he didn’t need as much product anymore. Shampoo and conditioner was enough.

It was all so…freeing.

Ambrosius wasn’t in the public eye as much as he used to be, but there had been comments about the change in some tabloids. He liked that the hair made him less recognizable. That had been a perk.

“It suits your eyes better. The brown,” Ballister commented, brushing away some dark strands that had fallen in his eyes.

“Yeah?”

“They’re more gold than I thought they were.”

Ambrosius smiled and started fiddling with the ends that had gone past his shoulders.

“Next are you going to stop wearing makeup so I can see your freckles more?”

“One step at a time, Bal.”

#nimona #nimona fanfic #goldenheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #ballister x ambrosius #my fanfic

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tfp-enthusiast · 10 months

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Perhaps another cons x teen femme bot 🙏 with any cons you’d like + shockwave!

Tho she isnt really innocent compared to your other post, she’s been affected by the war with struggles of isolating & depression etc. I imagine though the cons are tough they’d all feel something for her, she grew up in the war and didn’t get to experience the good they were able to :(

Con's X Teen!GN!Bot!Reader

[I'm happy that you liked it anon! I love the idea of the bots/cons having to care for a sparkling/teen and becoming attached]

[I may make an real series of this when I have my Inbox clear/mostly empty because I don't want to have yet another thing that I promise but don't work for months on *looks at the neutral bot AU*]

You where born in the middle of the war with only your carrier there for you. Considering the fact that you where probably the first generation born in the war you where treated entirely different that the ones before you.

You where trained to fight and defend yourself, your carrier was by your side every step you took, and while you where a very powerful young bot you still where just a child.

You already lost your Sire, it was only a matter of time until your carrier would die too, therefore was it the best decision, made by your carrier, to put you in a stasis pod and pray that you will wake up at a safe place and find a new family.

Soundwave

He learned of you because he sent Lazerbeak

He was a little surprised, not that anyone could see, when he saw such a young bot and impressed when he saw how you fought against the vehicons

You where still a little confused but used your size to your advantage but get caught by a group of vehicons at the end

When you first met him in person everyone was confused and a little creeped out because the both of you just stared at each other

Soundwave had to watch over you because you seemed more happy when no one talked with you

After some time and in private you would talk with him over the last cycles and sometimes about your 'childhood'

He thinks that it's a little sad that you only had war in your life until now and shows you pictures of cybertron before everything went down

Soundwave doesn't actually think that there is much wrong with you other than the fact that you seem to have some depressing thoughts when you think about your sire and carrier but Lazerbeak is your best emotional support ever

Shockwave

Meets you only because you get sent to his lab so Megatron can know what you could be useful for on the ship because you weren't trusted to leave the Nemesis at first

He grew relatively fond of you fast because you where very silent and only spoke when needed

He never even thought that there was anything wrong with you, sure you grew up in the war but that's how it works now, he only got a little curious after you spoke with him one day over your past

Over time you grew comfortable around Shockwave, and the other way too, and started to open up more

When you where helping him with inventions you where allowed to talk, unless he said something about it, and sometimes you would talk about what it was like when you where on cybertron

This led to him asking Soundwave for a special folder on your datapad of cybertron before the war which you where allowed to look at when you had free time or trouble slipping into recharge

While he is not the best at motivation he can be a good listener and thanks to his nature you know that when he says something he means it and for you that means a lot

Predaking

When you meet Predaking you have been on the Nemesis for a little while and where trusted not to run away so you where allowed to roam freely

While Megatron and the others where trying to find out what to do with a young bot like you you found yourself on the outside of the ship

You, like everyone else, saw a predacon for the first time in your life and even though you where a very mature bot for your age you still had some childish curiosity in you

So you approached him with caution and somehow you came there every cycle

When Predaking transformed for the first time you witnessed it and he could see your expression on your faceplates finally without having to guess what you feel

You just stood there like: O.O and tackled him with a hug

He was so proud of you for showing your emotions to him

He knows how you feel and helps you find out everything you can about cybertron before the war

There where many times where you, instead of Starscream, where with him and the both of you searched through the databanks to know more about cybertron

Often you both would fall into recharge while Predaking is curled around you, no matter if in root or beast form, and you would loosely hold an databank with pictures of cybertron while it still stood and was alright

Knockout

He learned about relatively early considering he somehow always knows the latest tea

You got sent into the medbay because of your little crash landing

First meeting was a little awkward, Knockout tried his best to get you to talk and is worried that you are just like Soundwave

When you are sent to him because it was needed to lear what you could be useful for, and they needed more medics, both of you internally dreaded the meeting

Over time you got used to each other and you actually had full conversations when you where alone

Knockout became some sort of therapy for you because he sees that you clearly got issues because of your past and the war you have almost every second cycle a 'therapy session' of sorts

Knockout loves to tell you about cybertron and even gets some videos about the different places across the planet

Breakdown

He was the first one to meet you actually because he was sent to investigate the crash and look for the bot that could be in it

Because you didn't know him and you learned to keep distance you kicked him into faceplate out of reflex

You met him soon after you get brought to the ship again and quietly said your sorry for what happened

Considering he's the most sympathetic bot on the ship you stay around him for the most part

That obviously doesn't go unnoticed and Megatron decides that you will just go wherever Breakdown goes

You both talk a lot once you get comfortable and Breakdown feels really bad for you and tries his best to give you what he had when he was still a young bot

This causes you to vent to him since he is the one bot you trust the most

When you can't recharge you often go into the medbay because Breakdown is almost always there and if not his habsuite is almost directly next to the medbay and you are always allowed to enter

On nights where you can't recharge and spend with Breakdown he often tells you about cybertron and his childhood memories

#tfp x reader #tfp decepticons x reader #tfp #tfp breakdown x reader #tfp shockwave x reader #tfp soundwave x reader #tfp predaking x reader #tfp knockout x reader #teen!bot!reader

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puffpasstea · 2 years

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A/N: A little fluffy, smutty one-shot I fell asleep before I could post last night.

warnings: Fluff, smut

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She set her book down across her legs and glanced around the room, taking the moment in. She’d been sitting horizontally in Harry’s lap, reading her book while Harry watched the John Lennon-Yoko Ono documentary, Above Us Only Sky. She knew him well enough to know that this was a comfort thing. It’s what he likes to watch when burnt out and looking for inspiration. Not that she needed the documentary to clue her in on his current mental state. Harry had been working around the clock lately. The scheduling gods had made it so his tv appearances, performances, film press, and label meetings were all happening around the same time. Though he never complained, she knew it was starting to take its toll on him.

It took a few arguments early on in their relationship for her to realize that Harry tends to bottle up his stress instead of talking about it. In his mind, he’s hugely lucky and privileged to even have the job that he does and to be able to do this for a living, so he couldn’t help but feel guilty for complaining. But if his tired, sleep-deprived eyes weren’t enough to indicate how overwhelmed Harry has been, then his behavior still would’ve given him away. For instance, even as she was sitting in his lap right now, doing separate things, with Harry’s eyes on the TV while hers focused on her book, she still felt his thumb brushing up and down her thigh the whole time. In fact, she’d been sitting on the other end of the couch before Harry came home and demanded that she come closer, eventually putting her on top of him. Those were tell-tale signs of stress for him. His usually large, dominant personality always seemed to shrink and crumble whenever he was emotional. The downside of it is that his confidence and faith in himself would sometimes waver as a result, and she hated seeing him doubt his talents and abilities more than anything. But, on the upside, this usually made him softer, more toucy, more inclined to lean on her and look to her for support and comfort. She relished the opportunity to provide him with all the love in the world.

With her eyes now turning from the words on the page that had kept her busy to Harry’s face, it occurred to her that they were practically glued together. His face was an inch away. She scanned his features as he watched the tv. Though Harry didn’t flinch, he seemed aware of her intense gaze as his cheeks slowly grew red and a smile took over his lips. This seemed to spark an idea in her head. She wasted no time in attaching her lips to his neck and kissing him. Harry jolted in surprise at her sudden movements, and, within moments, she was fully straddling him, kissing his face and lips, as he whimpered and bucked his hips to get his crotch closer to hers.

She smiled against his lips, “someone’s in a hurry…”

“P-please? Can we?”

She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, her breath fanning over the back of his neck and giving him goosebumps, “patience, pretty boy.” He could practically hear the smirk in her voice.

Harry whined as she slowly moved her legs over and got up off his lap. He felt lighter without her body on top of his, like he might float away without her grounding presence. He did not like this feeling one bit.

She held her hand out to him and helped him off the couch. “Let’s move this party upstairs.”

Before going up to their bedroom, they wandered around the house, blowing out all the candles that she’d lit after cleaning earlier in the day. Harry, clingy as he was, followed on her heels, occasionally messing with her by grabbing her waist, tickling her, and smacking her bum. Their laughter echoed throughout the house as they turned all the lights off and ran up the stairs into the bedroom.

Harry chased her onto the bed, tickling her sides as she giggled and struggled to squirm out of his grasp.

She pushed against his chest, creating some distance between them and the chuckling and laughter instantly came to a halt as soon as their eyes locked. A sudden silence fell over the room, they were still for a moment, Harry’s dimpled smile sparkling softly down at her. She got on her knees to meet him, brushing a few stray ringlets of his hair out of his eyes. “Hi,” she smiled.

“Hello, baby.”

She connected her lips to his again, leaning in with all her body weight to plop him down onto the bed so that she was the one hovering over him now. It didn’t take much to get Harry worked up and on the edge again. He panted and whined into her mouth, begging for more friction.

“Hold on, darling, let me love on you a little bit. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve- missed you, t-too. S’ jus- intense.”

“I know. It’s been a while, hasn’t it.”

“Mhm,” he nodded furiously, raising his hips to meet hers.

Deciding to give him a little break, she pulled away and began to unbutton his top and unbuckle his pants. His clothes were quickly discarded. Her fingers running down his chest, nails lightly scratching him, Harry hissed and tried to breathe. He genuinely felt he might burst at any moment.

He leaned forward pressing his chest up to hers and kissing her again. His desperation sent a tingle down her spine. The more Harry moaned and whimpered against her mouth, the wetter she felt herself get. Eventually, it was her who was getting impatient. She began to grind against him for relief, Harry gasping at the sensation.

“Please- Please baby. I- I need- fuck- need you to fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command, Hun.”

She shifted to line him up with her cunt, slowly sinking down on him and watching as Harry’s face twisted in pleasure.

“Fff-fuuckk! Y’feel so good.” She always found it flattering when Harry’s voice would get high-pitched and whiny.

“You alright, baby? Open your eyes, Harry. Wanna see you, please?”

Harry’s eyes slowly blinked open and he smiled at her through the blur, his face flushed and starting to sweat.

“All good?”

He nodded.

“I can move now?”

“Yes, please! Move.”

Pressing her palms into the bed for support, she began to ride him. Slowly, at first, savoring every noise and twitch he made, faster and faster as they both surrendered to the pleasure.

“I- I’m gonna- wanna cum. D- ah! Don’t think I can hold it anymore.” Harry looked up at her, his eyes doing a lot of begging.

“Yo ahead, Harry, cum. You don’t have to wait.”

“It’s a lot. I-intense.” He was babbling now. Losing track of his own words.

“It’s okay, babe. I’ve got you. Go ahead. Let go.”

“Yeah? It’s okay?”

She nodded. Her heart always melted at how sweet Harry could sometimes be.

Waves of pleasure crashed over his body, shaking him from head to toe. His orgasm was strong and the trembling lasted a moment. He shook and moaned underneath her, driving her own climax over the edge. Her walls squeezed around him; he gasped and pulled her to his chest, absorbing her moans and rubbing her back with his eyes shut as she came down.

“I love you.” She whispered once she’d caught her breath.

“Same, but please don’t get up yet, okay?”

#harry styles fluff #harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles writing #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x y/n

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yo been trying to write you got any thoughts on kobra and ghouls coping mechanisms? i know its like. fight or fuck but would you mind going into that a little? :P

YEAHH! So the fight or fuck thing is like an autism and stimulation thing with them both as well as the fact they both grew up in ways that mean now they bottle everything up, emotions, stress, tension, etc, and they’re both really violent people. Kobra’s need to fight is more emotionally fueled while Ghouls is a stimulation/pent up energy and numbness thing, Kobras always had anger issues but then he stuffs it all down until he loses control and fucking explodes, and it used to be he’d end up snapping or hurting someone he cares about or he’d go too far in a firefight and like maul dracs beyond definition instead of just taking them out, instead he took his anger out on them, or he’d go out and pick fights, just to let out all those emotions and feel something under his fists. He’d do it a lot until he picked up racing, learned to ride a motorbike, that adrenaline became a much safer escape for him and now he doesn’t need that physicality as much anymore, but he still does sometimes, and that’s where Ghoul comes in. For Ghoul, it’s his default when he’s under or overstimulated and frustrated to have a meltdown that comes in the form of basically attacking the closest person that’s annoying him, it’s a physical release and where Kobra fights to let out his anger by hurting something, ghoul fights to get hurt, to feel that physical sensation that grounds him and can become the center of his world, if he’s understimulated or feeling numb, fighting sets him back in his skin and if he’s overstimulated, everything else that’s stressing him out tends to melt away and just the pain is left. Sweating and hurting and getting reminded that he’s alive just feels good and he’s yet to find any better coping mechanisms to get his stress out other than blowing shit up and watching it burn and that isn’t really any safer.

But when they became friends they kind of realized at some point that oh we have the same issue this kind of works out, and it’s totally still not healthy, supporting the others need to hurt vs get hurt, but it’s a lot safer because unlike with some enemy or pissed off killjoy, they can stop before they seriously hurt the other and since they’re friends they can always laugh it off if they do. Eventually they just Know each other well enough that Kobra doesn’t explode anymore when this does happen because Ghoul can just Tell like, hey, I can tell you’re pissed, come at me and tire yourself out before you go nuclear later on. And Kobra can tell when Ghouls getting under or overstimulated and step in before he has a meltdown. And the fuck thing comes in eventually because if you fistfight your buddy enough it’s going to become homoerotic sooner or later, and if they act on it hey, it’s another physical release that gets rid of more pent of tension so, it works.

#hope this helped lol #fun ghoul #kobra kid #asks #ttlotfk #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days

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Kyoko kirigiri confesses her love to a male s/o that thinks she hates him

I feel like this ended up being too much, but I hope you enjoy

Warnings: Minor angst with a happy ending

Kyoko Kirigiri Confessing to Male Reader who Thinks she Hates Him

Kyoko isn’t one to “hate” people

She can be bitter, but she doesn’t hate someone unless they really fuck up

Despite this, she isn’t the best with expressing her emotions

So she can give off some pretty negative vibes, even if she doesn’t mean to

When it came to you, it was different

She didn’t trust people easily, and it was a little frustrating that you came to bother her every day

You weren’t a bad person, and she knew that

You were kind, sweet and nice to be around

She never disliked you or anything

It was just her lack of experience with friendship and her cold nature

But once, you caught her at a bad time

She was stressed and busy with her detective cases

So when you approached her and asked her to hang out, she turned and gave you a rather nasty glare

She didn’t mean to be, well, mean

It just wasn’t the right time, and she would get back to you later

But to you, it seemed so hateful, so searing

She finally reached her limit, and was telling you to piss off

That’s how it felt to you

You began avoiding her after that

Any time you happened to be in the same room, you were quick to leave

And any time you made eye contact, you looked away

Kyoko realized that she actually quite missed your company

She planned on talking to you, wanting to clear things up, but seeing you scared to be around her made her feel really bad

So she wasted no time in finding you and talking things out

“Hello, (Name). I just wanted to explain my behavior from yesterday. I was just stressed from my detective work, and you came in at a bad time. If I was short with you, I’m sorry.”

You nodded slowly, but the look of doubt was still clear on your face

You still seemed anxious to be around her

She saw your reaction clear as day

“(Name)-“

“Do you hate me, Kyoko?”

Her eyes widened a little bit

“What?”

Even though she was surprised by the sudden question, she already knew what your explanation was

“This whole time, you’ve been so cold to me, and even though you never stopped me from approaching you, the way you looked at me last night seemed so hateful. Is that how you really feel about me deep down?”

She knew that was the case

She knew she could be cold, even mean at times

She never meant to make you feel this way; she just wasn’t used to having friends like you

Even so, she also knew she could have done better

“No, of course not. I never hated you. It’s just that I’m not used to people being attached to me, like you were. I was unsure of how to react, but I could have been nicer to you. I’m truly sorry for hurting you.”

You relaxed a tiny bit

So bugging her every day ended up working in your favor

She may have been a little cold at first, but here she was, opening up to you

The way she spoke with genuine regret almost made you tear up

“So… You never hated me?”

She smiled at you, and took one of your hands

“Never. Quite the opposite, in fact.”

And she revealed the strongest revelation of the day

Through your time together, her tolerance grew into a genuine fondness

You actually teared up that time

Not out of sadness, but happiness

Kyoko wrapped her arms around you and supported you all the while

Then, you both left to go on a real date

And she swore to you that she would improve her communication skills, to avoid hurting you like that again

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #kyoko kirigiri x reader

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So I watched The Sky Crawlers

Woo boy, this is gonna be a long one.

Alright, so I’ve been interested in Mamoru Oshi films for a long, long time. He’s one of the most acclaimed directors in the anime industry, and most of his films are highly-regarded masterpieces, so I’ve always had an interest in his work. Then I watched Ghost in the Shell and it didn’t do much for me, and I promptly lowered my expectations. Still, I was curious as to whether his other work was any better, and thankfully this one delivered

MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE MOVIE AHEAD

Firstly, there’s one thing I can’t help but talk about in regards to this film: the atmosphere. This film has one of the most immaculate vibes I’ve seen in anime, and that largely just comes down to how every single part of the film is built to convey it to near perfection. All of the characters, even the more lively ones, are more than a little apathetic with understated expressions, the sound design is subtle and tends to emphasize silence a lot of the time, Kenji Kawai’s musical score is just eerie & haunting.

Hell, even the shot composition supports this (and it should say something that this movie managed to make me catch on to something as subtle as shot composition), most of the scenes are framed in a way where the places they’re in feel empty and the characters seem utterly alone even when in places where there’s other people with them. And this is even further backed up by the fact that the film rarely, if ever, uses background extras, making even the more “crowded” scenes feel pretty empty compared to most anime.

All of this comes together to create a subtle feeling of haunting emptiness which permeates the entire film, a feeling which is perfectly complemented by the character writing. Now one of my biggest complaints with the last Oshii film I watched, Ghost in the Shell, was how barebones the character writing felt, making everyone feel so unenjoyably hollow, but Sky Crawlers manages to rectify this in two ways. The first being that it does feel like there’s a sense of personality to all the characters present, on the subtlest level, even the supporting characters have their own little quirks which set them apart, and the two main leads get some fantastic development, which I’ll get to in a moment.

The other thing I enjoyed about the character writing is how it took the dry hollowness of Oshii’s writing and actually made it a compelling part of the film. The main character, Kannami, is a bit bland on the surface, of the film’s primary characters, he’s by far the least emotive and expressive, always approaching everything with the same look of detached apathy and never seeming that interested even in the ongoing plot. However, this is all by design. He’s a Kildren, someone genetically engineered from birth to be eternally young and fight in this war forever. He has no past to speak of or future to look forward to, no loved ones to ground him or home to come back to, nothing to fight for or believe in. All he has is a robotic persistence to move forward in this war because that’s the only thing he’s ever known. And it’s that same hollowness which makes the film’s ending all the more poignant, he subtly grew to care and love over the course of the film, all climaxing when he finally had something to fight for and believe in at the very end. And even if he’s dead, his and what he fought for will continue forward through Kusanagi.

While I’m on the subject, I’mma also talk about the film’s other lead, Suito Kusanagi, since she’s by far the movie’s most interesting character. Throughout most of the film, she’s something of a mystery, she’s cold towards Kannami and we see bits & pieces of what she does without much understanding of her internal logic. We’re fed details about her one bit at a time and slowly come to understand her more and more in a way which is incredibly engaging for me. She’s a Kildren who’s survived longer than anyone could have predicted, driven to suicidal depression by the monotony of fighting a meaningless, repetitive war while living an empty, repetitive life. Despite her coldness, she’s the most emotional of the characters in the film, as it’s made clear she truly does care about those she fights with and has the most strong emotional moments of the film. And the ultimate resolution of her arc at the end, being inspired by Kannami’s drive to change things and seeing hope in the future for the first time in her life, is just beautiful.

One last thing about the character writing, having a strong backbone of characterization makes some of Oshii’s other writing quirks work a lot more for me, specifically the lengthy philosophical discussions. Mitsuya infodumping about the nature of the Kildren works really well since it also doubles as her having an existential crisis and being able to unload about it to someone for the first time to the point where she’s breaking down in tears by the end of it. Or Kannami philosophizing about the monotony of Kildren life near the end, which feels earned rather than forced since it followed up on almost two hours of him slowly coming to terms with the nature of his existence.

The fact that I’ve rambled about this film for paragraphs and paragraphs without even talking about the themes yet is a testament to its depth and attention to detail, but let's get on with it. Fundamentally, Sky Crawlers is a war film, but it’s also a commentary on the frustration of our generation and on the nature of war itself in relation to modern society. It’s about the monotony of living life in a world which increasingly drives you towards pessimism and depression. The Kildren are people who have no hope for the future, the overly commercialized society which created them to fight in their wars has stripped them of any chance of a life beyond war and exploitation by the megacorporations who built the infinite meat-grinder they have no choice but to fight in. And without anything to look forward to or dreams to strive for, how do you meaningfully mature and grow as a person? How do you meaningfully develop a sense of time or continuity when every day is the same and you can’t even form new memories because of that? And without memories of the past or dreams of the future, how do you even form a reliable sense of self? These questions are at the core of this film, and they make its ending all the more powerful to me: Kannami and Kusanagi do finally find some sense of resolution at the end of the road, when they each find hope that one day they’ll be able to change the system. It’s only when they find hope in tomorrow that they begin to truly move forward. And Kannami’s death only enhances this for me, an acknowledgement that trying to change the world and truly progress is nearly impossible, an insurmountable obstacle which few might ever be able to achieve, but it’s still worth trying, worth moving forward, regardless.

I’d also be remiss not to mention the tourist scene. A bunch of tourists come to the base and treat the war they’re fighting in like a team sport they use to entertain themselves from a distance, then proceed to offer shallow pity when one of the Kildren is shot down and dies in front of them, offering vague platitudes about “fighting for a peaceful world” that not even the Kildren believe in. It’s a truly biting commentary on the sensationalization of war in modern media and adds weight to Kusanagi’s words later when she talks about how War is necessary in society because the idea of ongoing conflict in the world makes people living in peace behind the lines feel good about themselves by emphasizing the importance of peace. Plus, the scene of Kusanagi calling out the tourists is a great moment for her

One last thing, I got a lot of enjoyment out of comparing this film to Eighty-Six, my second favorite anime, since there’s a lot of interesting similarities to dig into. Narratively speaking, both are about a class of people designated to fight in someone else’s war and how they cope with being born on the battlefield & having no future, as well as having one of the main characters being one of them who’s survived longer than everyone else. Both commentate on the relationship between war and peaceful society (hell, Kusanagi’s scene of calling out the tourists feels like something right out of 86), and both have some incredible CGI fight scenes.

Presentation-wise, the film was great. The 2D animation is masterfully crafted and brilliantly subtle, and the CGI, while PS2-tier, is honestly really well-integrated, so I didn’t get any uncanny valley feelings. The music is incredible, easily one of Kenji Kawai’s best soundtracks.

So, yeah, this film is a masterpiece and I loved every second of it

#review #movie #anime #rambling #mamoru oshii #the sky crawlers #spoilers

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poupeesdecirque · 7 months

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Travel Blog - Part 3!

Connichi Sunday & Monday after

3rd September - Connichi Sunday

Last day of the Con, Carousel festival, group photos and being a circus brat

Last day at the convention started for be completely in the hotel as this time it was real hair time and I could fully dress up before getting to the convention hall.

It was quite early and I decided to head out for doll photos with Road - the only doll I had with me. The park itself was sadly full of garbage, I took Road out to some flowers and the morning sun helped with pics.

I picked up my friends then and we went to the convention meeting some more D.gray-man cosplayers and I actually got some photos!

I feel like there were even more dgm cosplayers on sunday??

After doing some silly pics with Red @adragonstale and I decided we wanted more and I remembered there was a carousel festival happening, after a quick google search we saw it was just a 10 minute walk from the convention location and...

Of course we got there. I got Popcorn which we shared later on, but ofc used for pics first.

I felt melanchony hitting hard during the afternoon, we checked some more vendors and I got a wig for a future teen!Mana cosplay from a store that sadly closes down now. As we sat down and I took a little nap while resting my head on my knees some creep wanted to take photos... between my legs. Luckily my friends were with me and told that asshole off. The worst is that this bastard wanted to argue that everyone "does this" and was offended my friend "ruined" his photo with pointing his middle finger into the camera.... seriously what is with Wiesbaden and those creeps?!

We headed out for dinner later on, the restaurant took forever we almost ordered take out there.

Then we went back to the con and did some more photos, slowly letting the evening end.

But it all came to a sudden ending as a swat team arrived and the whole city's police becauste some asshole called and told he would *do a thing* in the park.

That left a bitter taste for me as I was completely nervous then, it didn't help my hotel was next to a police station.

But well I was completely knocked out that evening.

Monday 4th September

Traveling back home, cleaning, cosplay aftermath, plans

Monday was the first day of the weekend I was sleeping long enough to actually need my alarm to get up. I traveled back that day, the drive back was actually shorter??? Like from the start it was told to be 30 minutes shorter to begin with. Weird.

The scenery was very beautiful.

Back home it was unpacking and seeing how much dirt I had collected with my cosplays. The cosplays were partially very stained and needed a good wash, especially the shoes.

Tested the wig I got very quickly and will work on my variant of teen!Mana later on.

I think I will finalize the cosplay for next year's bookfair, it's the same base as Nea but the wig needs some work and I want to make a new bag as Tim doesn't fit for Mana. I want to do a bag that looks like the Earl.

My next convention will be the Polaris in Hamburg, but just for one day (Saturday) - I will most likely doing an Allen variant, I will aim to redo his jacket for the runaway variant and hope I will make it in time.

I'm sure I need my friends closer if I will attend the Connichi again as I just need the emotional support and safety with those creeps and drug abuse around the location of the convention. It's a convention yes, it doesn't feel like the Connichi to me, the people were lovely though.

There are a lot of things that I truly missed about it feeling like the Connichi which starts with the fact we always got those cute tickets in the mail - since last year you had printed/mobile tickets; BUT last year you at least had the option to get a collector's ticket and got it via mail but this year they didn't even send it you had to pick it up... which felt very wrong having not the type of ticket you grew up with.

The missing main Manga and DVD publisher, missing small publisher and overall lovelessly arranged convention hall didn't help much. Yes you can spy on people when you go onto 2nd or 3rd level as the building is brighter with the windows and it's nice to have 3 entries and not just two (but wait we actually had 3 as well before covid, so, that's not even an argument), I missed the fact that the safety guards and medics checked the park, which they did in Kassel. I think it would have avoided a lot of called ambulances and that situation on sunday as well. I know they don't need to do that by law but ... well.

Also not having free public transport but a coupon for getting into a champange producer fabric tour doesn't compare at all (like wtf, then at least give us the Anime Cinema for free and not for an additional price). There is no free parking spots at all, you have to pay for all. Overall the convention is less central and more expensive while lacking a lot of things they had in before even within the programm. It has changed a lot and not all for the "omg new shiny building with space", if you lack the important vendors the space will remain empty and that is just very off putting.

It's nice to have more restaurants in a short distance but if the Matsuri wasn't lacking serious good food options this year we would have eaten at the con and not at restaurants. It was just tiny very overpriced snacks, last year you got good filling lunch/dinner options for an okay-ish price.

Overall: people were amazing, the con was seriously lacking a lot, people matter more for me though.

#travel blog #con #connichi #connichi 2023 #cosplay

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shadowywerewolf-main · 2 years

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Melone Headcanons

Part 1 (Personal Headcanons)

These violent delights have violent ends.

Warning: TW BLOOD/TW TRAUMA

💻 Probably grew up under a toxic mother. The fact that he appreciated Junior's love for his mother despite her repulsion to J's activities may indicate this. Was mostly surrounded by women in his childhood.

💻 An idle brain is devil's workshop. Found reading and learning as a way to escape the reality. Tried engaging himself in reading what laid around his place; magazines, journals, etc. Either this, or overhearing his mother's and her friends' conversations led him to believe in horoscopes.

💻 Had slight interactions with brothels at an young age. His behavior could also be the result of sexual and emotional trauma that he might have had to face in his past. If you are aware about the toxic conditions, you might also be aware of the fact that sometimes workers have to take blood supplies after a particular violent session. Melone's 'blood pseudoscience' might be a result of this. This could also be where his 'sweat analysis' methodology was developed.

💻 He finds himself getting attached to toxic women. For the majority of his life, he had known love to be a mixture of violence and abuse.

💻 Gets confused to genuine affection.

💻 Did not have a formal education. A degree, even though less in demand, generally allows a person to catch up to some job or the other. Lack of one of such achievements despite his intelligence compelled him to join the mafia (could've been one of the 'suggested' candidates, given that someone pointed out the potential within him/probably it was one of the 'regular clients' who had an eye on his behavior, lets not forget, people like that DO exist).

💻 His curiosity and zeal to learn did allowed him to get involved with various science branches; biological sciences being the subject of top interest.

💻 Did not go with the proper sequence of learning process. A student is supposed to take one step at a time during their learning period; clearing the basics and then jumping over the expert level of knowledge. Melone took a different route. He observed the things around him, and connected them with his previous knowledge, or recalled his investigations while he studied something new.

💻 This observation skill went on to help him analyze the 'Mothers' during his missions (drugs and alcohol mentions for instance).

💻 Very interested in Ancient history.

💻 Uses a lot of shampoo. Let's be honest, letting your hair flow a little while you're on a two wheeler does speed up the ruining process. Ofcourse he uses helmet, traffic norms are no jokes.

💻 Has OCD. The way he 'sat' in the field beside the train indicates his repulsion to the idea of getting 'dirty'. Wears gloves to avoid germs.

💻 His eyelid is partially paralyzed. Another manifesto of his trauma; could've suffered a severe punch at his eye. Uses the mask to support it and frequently moisturizes the eyeball (uses eyedrops for instance). The hair growth prevents any foreign particle from entering his eye at a decent level.

💻 BabyFace could be the result of his desire plus his trauma. Genetic engineering was something that might have attracted his attention. At the same time, his trauma that structured many of his habits gave rise to the functioning of BabyFace.

💻 Does not kill the bugs roaming on his bed. He allows them to climb atop a sheet and releases them on the ground.

💻 Has sensitive taste and olfactory receptors. Not in every case, but sometimes those who have sensitive taste buds also possess corresponding olfactory receptors.

💻 Melone is not quite fond of this talent.

💻 Often zones out.

💻 Frequently experiences L'Appel Du Vide. Although he does not have suicidal tendencies, he often finds himself performing something unnatural on impulse.

💻 Gives out genuinely good advice. Ever since he was a child, he developed a habit of reading people.

💻 This trait however proves to be fatal to him sometimes since he doesn't take anything to his heart and forgives those who pass him bitter words or actions (wasn't aggressive after the slap).

💻 The way he set out 'options' to the Mother, could indicate his respect for other's opinions.

💻 Although he acts weirdly around women, he never enforces himself into anyone's personal space (missions being exceptional).

💻 These violent delights have violent ends. Overworks himself sometimes. Oddly, gets a peculiar enjoyment out of the adrenaline rush. Passes out later.

💻 Well-versed in multiple languages. Mostly due to interactions with 'clients'.

💻 Guilty pleasure. Checks the compatibility of the team members. THE RESULTS WILL SHOCK YOU! Will never admit.

💻 Has blood samples of every member, just in case.

💻 "Please switch off the lights and fans before leaving the room. Save the planet."

💻 Has tons of those visual encyclopedias. Carries that 'all in one' book in a slot adjoined to BabyFace's body.

💻 Started using 'Di Molto' to irritate Ghiaccio. Got used to saying it. (Credits to the person who mentioned this somewhere, if I find the source I'll link it).

💻 Has slightly sadistic-like tendencies. A result of 'what if' pattern questions that fuels his curiosity. Although he does not mean any harm, it's the impulse that unknowingly guides him sometimes.

💻 Solves mathematical problems ON THE TEXTBOOK itself. Or any general writing work he has to indulge himself into, he ends up messing with the original copy itself.

💻 Resting bitch face.

💻 Very reserved. Very observant.

💻 Doesn't talk too much. But once he starts talking, he is unable to control himself. La Squadra does not judge him for this nature.

💻 Worrying about things won't help easing them anyway. Carefree. Not careless. Doesn't take stress of anything and goes with the flow. What is ought to happen will happen anyway. Calm mind paves the way. Does get stressed out, that too, very rarely.

💻 Lurks around on deep web only. Dark web is no joke and he understands that. Uses it only in VERY VERY serious cases.

💻 No just because he can perform troubleshooting doesn't mean he can build an entire PC.

💻 Handles squad's accounting. He is also the one who keeps records of every mission. It's his exceptionally extreme honesty and dedication that made Risotto assign this task to him.

💻 "That sock either stays on my foot for 2 days or I'm not wearing it once I take it off."

💻 Aside from Pesci, he was the only one who actually shed tears after Sorbet - Gelato incident.

#la squadra #jjba #vento aureo #la squadra di esecuzione #melone #melone jojo #jjba melone #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba vento auero #jjba part 5

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opheliajupiter99 · 1 month

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Once Upon a Rapture Pt. 2

A large neon sign softly flickered over a hidden nook in the depths of Skid Row. Topside, Skid Row could refer to any number of places, and in a technical sense, it could in Rapture as well, but in Rapture, Skid Row referred to the poorest area of the already poor Pauper's Drop.

Honestly, Pauper's Drop wasn't even built to hold anyone long term, just built to be simple flophouses for the crew that worked on the railway, but as the city grew more populated and the poorer folk were pushed 'out of sight', it became a little town in its own right.

The neon sign, lined in Hollywood-style lightbulbs and advertising jazz on either side, was for The Limbo Room, a small lounge which held lived jazz performances every night, and even served dinner at a remarkably cheap price.

Within, their top performer, Grace Holloway, stood at the microphone, singing a rather somber number about being 'down and out', as the man at the piano clunked away gently at key after key in tune with her graceful voice.

Being the poor, low-rate place it was, Pauper's Drop was an ideal location for crime of all kinds, any scam or snake oil scheme one could imagine. But for the first time in a very long time, the man sat in the back, with his purple silken top hat laying close by upon his table, nursing a rum in silence, wasn't thinking of any such thing.

His name was Kremy Lecroux, and he'd come down some time ago with his bodyguard and husband, Gideon Coal, to make use of his 'business skills'. Things had been going fine, amazing in fact, though admittedly there was quite a bit of competition, until Gid had found a sweet little ragamuffin simply called Twig, who had managed to run away from the Little Sisters Orphanage - a place that claimed to be a home for the unloved, but in reality, sold all of their held girls off to scientists.

Gideon quickly grew attached to the girl and took her in to live with them. Kremy was hesitant - not because he didn't like the girl, he loved her just as Gid did, but in this city, being in position of a little girl sadly painted a target on one's back. Everyone wanted ADAM, and to get ADAM, they needed Little Sisters, and to get Little Sisters, they needed little girls.

He hoped the fact most of the city was concerned with numerous other criminals rather than them would lessen the chance of Twig being taken, but in the end, she was. Kremy attempted to convince Gid not to do something stupid, but deep down he knew he would; and one day, he returned to their home to find a note left by Gideon.

'I'm leaving to find her. If I don't come back in a few days...I'm sorry. I just have to try. You'll be fine either way. I know you will."

He had indeed, not returned, and he'd seen or heard no sign of him since that letter. Part of him tried to push it aside; getting wrapped up in his emotions wouldn't bring Gid back, and he knew Gid wouldn't want him to give up. But he was finding it very hard to focus on any kind of work, and he kept finding himself looking across the table, expecting him to be there.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of the front door swinging open rather harshly; even with the music playing, the lounge was small enough to hear it from this distance.

A thin, almost boney looking man with disheveled black and white hair and clad in a long, green scholar robe stumbled through the door and practically fell into one of the barstools, startling the people already sat at said bar, as well as the bartender herself.

This man never went by his real name anymore, simply going under the nickname 'Frost'. He'd been brought down to Rapture for his vast intellect, bringing alongside him his assistant Gricko and his daughter, who was lovingly nicknamed 'Hootsie'. At first, things went much as they went on the surface, cozily tucked away in a vast library, being supported ever-loyally by his assistant, and the man's daughter treating him like an uncle.

But he always craved more knowledge, and deep inside, never truly felt like he knew enough, and of course, in the beginning of ADAM's distribution, it's addictive and mutating nature were conveniently not addressed, so he began to splice, especially focusing on the Gene Tonic Brain Boost, and the Plasmid Telekinesis.

His mind opening farther than he could've ever imagined was a miracle at first, but he quickly found himself spiraling down wild trains of thought, pondering equations that no longer followed logic, and researching in a mad fever for an entire day straight, Gricko being about the only reason he still ate and drank properly.

All of that was terrible, but he perhaps could've made it through - if it wasn't for Hootsie's disappearance. Much like Twig, the mad doctors that worked tirelessly to keep ADAM production up and running snatched Hootsie the first chance they got, rapidly sending her father into a spiral of depression, before he too went off in search of his daughter, and hadn't been seen since.

Since then, lost in his own deep depression, he spliced even more than before, his once pure black hair now streaked with white, his cheeks sunken in and dark circles under his eyes, and hands that shook enough to struggle lifting the glass of water he received from the bartender to his lips. He knew he couldn't get either of them back, at least not on his own - if there was even anything to get back at this point - so all he had left was his mind and his ADAM...and he felt soon, with the wild thoughts that danced through his head, he wouldn't have his mind for much longer either.

Kremy eventually exited the lounge area, as Grace finished up her performance, the last twinkles of the piano fading as the small gathering before the stage clapped in approval, his gaze falling to the disheveled man, his frazzled black and white hair hiding most of his face as he rested his head against the counter. One of his eyes was barely visible amongst the hair, and it peered up to look at Kremy in return.

The pair stared at each other for a moment in silence, before Kremy frowned, and cleared his throat. "Ya alright there, fella?" Normally, he would've walked right past the man and gone on about his business, but since Gid's disappearance, the wall that normally stood sturdy around his heart had cracked quite a bit.

Frost grumbled softly, turning his head slightly so his face was more visible, now resting his cheek upon the counter rather than his nose. "No.." He said weakly. "But it doesn't matter. I'll likely be gone soon anyway. I doubt even my books will miss me."

Kremy's brow furrowed a bit, moving to sit beside the ragged fellow. "Hey, don't talk like that fella. What's wrong? Ah don't got anywhere to be tonight, ya can tell me." After a moment of thought, Frost shrugged, figuring there wasn't any harm in it; or even if there was, what did it matter?

So, Frost regaled his tale, and as he did, Kremy's heart sunk further, knowing how eerily similar it was to his own. At that particular moment, neither was sure what to do - but Kremy knew, he had to do something.

#bioshock #kremy lecroux #morning frost #once upon a witchlight fanfic #bioshock fanfic #tw drugs #horror

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ladyclwriter · 1 year

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Arthur Shelby imagine

Forever Winter

Summary: by pure instincts, you found a drunk-depressed Arthur. To help your friend and give him any hope, you remembered him you would be his summer sun forever. And yes, he deserves you.

Depressed Arthur, blood, suicide, death and drugs mentioning, my bad attempt to insert some Brummie on my American writing

Gender Neutral reader is married to Finn and has kids

You couldn't sleep. Finn holding your side, was sleeping almost like a baby. In fact, you would always saw him that way. A child in the middle of a bunch of grown-up things.

It didn't matter if it was a lie. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, you got lost in memories. Two little things running through the alleys. Him delivering errands for the creepy Peaky Blinders, and you in the back, just to keep him company.

You really wanted the reason for the insomnia to be nostalgia, but your chest ached, not being able to breath normally. The room was small, dark and too cold, shivers ran through your body and a knot insisted to grow in your throat. Tears wanted to rise your eyes and fall from it, tremors pierced with fear. A feeling that was actually like a ghost. A phantom blanket that hung over the ceiling, haunting you. As if at any moment someone would knock in your door screaming someone's dead.

Fear, worry, and whatever else might be in between, hit you whenever that name haunted your soul:

Arthur Shelby.

All England knew that of the brothers, he was the most emotional one. And everyone in the family knew he wasn't well. Usually, you would ignore any matter that doesn't involve your husband or daughter, but not this time.

Arthur, from the beginning, befriended you. He supported you when others said it was too dangerous to be with them. He kept you close when everything was falling apart, when even Finn pushed you away for protection.

But no one thought of protecting Arthur from his demons, except for one woman And now, she was gone.

Very carefully removed the warm arms around you. A sleepy Finn grumbled, but his eyes didn't even flicker. A smile grew on your lips as you pulled the blanket over him. Yeah, Finn would always be that smart little boy that you admired so much, even though he was a year younger.

Changed clothes into something warm, comfortable enough to run in if need be. A gun in your pocket, quick check on the kids, and soon you were out, facing the cold, snowy, Christmas night.

The sky was a slightly lighter blue, lilac emerging with the sunrise haunting all night beings - be they bats or men. You could see some Christmas decor around, a lot on the gravel street. At that hour, pubs and any businesses were being closed. Probably to open in a few hours.

Wrapped in the overcoat, you hugged yourself, peering through every glass panel of any alcohol establishment.

And between one street or another, you found The Garrison... Lights off, chairs arranged.

Arthur's house was far away. Just imagining having to go there made you shudder. Then, hands in warm gloves, you turned the handle slowly. The "click" sounded too loud for the night. Mainly because it meant it was unlocked.

You entered as quietly as possible, turning the key afterwards. Something in you said it wasn't necessary, but still, you reached for the gun in your pocket. Pointed it towards the faint darkness ahead, only seeing silhouettes of chairs and a Christmas tree. Instincts, shaped after so many dangers with the gang, were racing. Your hearing, in fact, was purely focused on listening for any sound that indicated Arthur would be there. But all it found was the creak of wood under your feet.

Eyes fell down to the floor, and then across it, and noticed a trapdoor. You frowned, and looked around. He had no reason to be there, but you would check anyway.

The little door creaked, torturing all of your instinctively heightened senses. The smell of mold and stale alcohol made you cough. Gathering all your courage, you walked down the rickety stairs. It took a while to get used to the denser darkness of the basement, but your kept the gun up. As you tried to make your brain work, all you saw were barrels, and several bottles of whatever they were.

Until a small noise woke you up. Body jumped for a moment, seconds later thinking it was a mouse.

Then you looked at the floor.

In the center of the room. A man kneeling, his forehead against the cold, stinking ground.

“Arthur?” your voice came out as tight as that sound he made. Walked slowly, pocketing the gun, and knelt beside him. “Arthur? It's me. I am here”.

The back that felt like only bones shuddered when you touched it. You moved your hand slightly as the man cried, sobs disturbing the deafening silence of the basement. You didn't have to ask to know what all the commotion was about.

He had lost his wife to her betrayal, now drowning himself in cocaine for sure. You know he felt useless, that he had lost all hope in this damned world.

“Hey. Look at me. You're getting a terrible allergy with your face on that floor” you shook him lightly, saying kindly. It took a while, but he looked up. Red and puffy and lavender, wet with tears and smeared with dust. “What happened?”

With a handkerchief that you always carry, you tried to clean him. Soon the dry tissue was damp with tears and that dried blood from likely punches. Maybe it wasn't his blood.

“I know. Getting into fights like a good ol' Shelby. ” He didn't seem willing to talk. In fact, his eyes focused on you, listening with attention. In his dilated pupils you knew he was trying to escape his own mind. “What a fine example. I hope your son is just like you when he grows up.”

The joke didn't bring a smile to his injured face. But yes, more tears welled up. Your heart squeezed and twisted. Hugging him, and no matter how much taller he got with years, Arthur would always be small in your arms. Not for your height, but for his fragile side would always come up. You felt the tears on your neck, the sobs were like bumps, but you held him tight, tearing up yourself.

“I do not deserve. I don't deserve to be anyone's inspiration. I don't deserve you, or my nephews, or my child, or anyone.” each word uttered quickly, with desperation and anxiety bouncing on the walls. “I don't deserve the life we have. I don't deserve any of this. I should kill myself”

“Oh, I agree. You really don't deserve to be in this stinking basement. I can hear the rats in that corner” you pointed, and he actually looked towards the noises, only now noticing them. “I told you, Arthur. You have the biggest heart on this motherfucked city. You are the strongest, and the sweetest man I've ever met. Don't dare to think of ending such a beautiful soul”.

He sniffed, brows furrowing, lips trembling like a hurt child. “Really?”

“Yes. I actually wish I married you, not Finn” you said with confidence and a big seductive smile. That made him crack a little.

“No. You were always my little sibling” mumbling, hugged you again, head under your chin. “I don't deserve ya.”

“Yes you do.” you whispered, kissing the top of his dirty hair. Then, with all the energy you had in that nearly-morning, you gave him two taps on the shoulder and spoke loudly. “C'mon mate, let's get out of this shit.”

Arthur didn't knew if he could stand up. But when you, with a pained effort lifted him off the ground with one of his arms around your shoulders, he decided to push himself. He could barely feel the ends of his body, barely think of anything with clarity, overwhelmed by feelings crumbling on his numb brain. So, all the way up the ladders he was crying, and you did spent some good minutes trying to make him climb up.

You both breathed heavily as you got out, Arthur laying down on the floor as you prepared two chairs near a table, and some water. To clean him, and to drink.

“Were the reason of this, the person I hate the most in all Europe?” you suggested while cleaning his face with a wet washcloth in a bucket with soap.

“Linda. Yes.” he mumbled, drinking the glass of water you insisted he should, leaning against the back of the chair. “Fook Linda”.

“Fook Linda” you agreed, concentrated on cleaning his little cuts. “But that's not how ya seemed to feel. Tell me what happened”.

He inhaled, closing eyes. Forearm rested on the table beside, glass on a trembling hand. “A yampy pissed me off in a gully just when I bought my shit. I didn't even had to use it to kill him with my bare fists”

“Normal of you. What next?” indeed, it was normal to Arthur. He clicked his tongue when you ran down the cloth to his neck, making him jump from the warmth of it. “Sorry”

“That man talked 'bout Linda. I don't know how he knew about her, so I got paranoid”

When he took his fourth line of cocaine, Linda's voice came to his mind, making him hit his very own face. When it was over, he hallucinated of everyone around him talking about her. Saying he were weak, a cuck, an ugly motherfucker who couldn't even hold his wife. He freaked out, beating anyone in front of him. And of course people wouldn't just stand still.

He got into a messy fight, falling on mud, docking with more than one drunk, knocking them out one at a time. And when it was over, he got up, sobbing. All he wanted was to hide, cover himself from ghosts. So he went to his very own bar, to drink and mourn his misery.

You stayed silent the whole story, now drying his face. When you both were done, you stayed still, looking at him as he kept his eyes as distant from you as possible, ashamed.

“Arthur, mate. Look at me” he didn't. “Look at me. In my eyes”

Slowly, stubbornly, he did. Blue yes, one surrounded by a purple circle, were filled with tears. It broke your heart to see such a joyful soul like that. There wasn't much you could do, but you knew you would never be able to rest your head, in your comfy pillow, next your dear husband, knowing you left behind the only man in Small Heat that believed, trusted and supported you.

The more time you took to say anything, the more anxious he got. So, he started crying while insistently staring into your eyes. That broke your heart and soul in a thousand pieces.

“Ay, there's no need to cry. We all get in our feelings from time to time” both hands on his face, you teared up, voice getting embargoed with the crying you held back. “That slut fucked up your heart. And even if I think she doesn't deserve none of your tears, it's normal to be sad and angry. You're going through a hard phase”

He sobbed, crying more and more as you talked. You yourself couldn't hold back some tears, completely shaken by seeing your best friend that way for such an awful person — yes, you never really liked Linda, and never tried to see things by her side. Who cares about her side? you shoot to Lizzie once. Fook Linda.

“It's okay to do some shit. Your brother, your comrades, everyone uses their own special drug to deal with the past. Even I snow sometimes, you know that.” he laughed as he remembered the first time you smelled cocaine, coughing and seeing gnomes on the ceiling. “I know it's difficult to trust, but you don't have to face all of this alone. Your brothers might be busy, but...”

You stopped to take a breath, trying your best to not fall completely in tears. Arthur was nothing more than his crying at this point, sobbing so hard his body shake. Pulling your chair as close to his as possible, facing forward, your took his thin, calloused hands. “I might be married, and have children, and a job, but I'm still the same little kid you looked after. The same brat you hugged when cried by a wound. And the same teen that took you into comforting arms when your father deceived you.”

For a long time it was a delicate subject to him, but now, it cracked a smile beneath the tears. “He made me a bloody fool, didn't he?” mumbling softly, you laughed, agreeing.

“I'm still your friend, Arthur. And I'll always have time for you. Show up in my house whenever you need, call me wherever you are, and I'll go” he held your hands tighter as his face fell down, almost on his knees.

Then, the subject you avoided at all costs. The matter that every Shelby pretended not to be happening right in front of their blue eyes. The true objective of Arthur's destructive behavior.

“You said it yourself. You're the big brother I never had. So don't you dare...” it felt like your voice got stuck in your throat. Saying it out loud would testify it; would make it true. “To keep trying to end your life”.

There it was. The truth.

Arthur would be lying if he denied it — for he accepted it years ago. His messy behavior always had the same fuel; his suicidal thoughts. He couldn't run away from it. Ever since he knew himself as a conscious being, there was that awful, crushing feeling, that took his mind to a dark place impossibly hard to escape. Maybe he was born wrong? With some illness or flaw on the brain? Recalling his very few memories from childhood, when he wasn't a huge dick in the ass, there were no reasons to, but he felt like the world would be a better place without him shitting on it.

Yeah, maybe it was just him.

“Arthur, don't drift away! I'm serious” you scoop the thin face in your hands, staring into tired, teared up blue eyes. “I don't give a fuck about what the hell you think about yourself. But I know I don't want a future without you on it”

You could be a wobbly-crying-fragile-adult, yes. But you said all of that firmly, with determination and pure love in your voice. Arthur didn't looked convinced, closing eyes and trying to argue, instead. “The only thing I'm good at, is beating up some bastards. Otherwise, I'm only giving headaches, my friend. Why should I stay alive?”

“Because you should. Because you have to. You must” insisting, held him even more firmly, now barely able to speak. “I'd fall to pieces on the floor if you weren't around”.

Blonde eyebrows raised, his crackled lips trembling as the crying got intense. “Polly said we're too young to know it gets better. Even you are, ya old bastard” you two laughed off, Arthur not disagreeing.

It took a minute or two for him to think about anything to say that wouldn't make you sad. So, he called you what he did since always. “You were always my summer sun. I'll never be able to do the same”.

“You are my sun too, Arthur. The way ya always helped everyone, and always knows how to make me laugh. That's why I love you so much.” his smile expressed pure happiness by hearing it. He, indeed, forget that he's loved. “So, please, count on me, and don't do anything stupid. I'll be your summer sun forever, but... Forever winter if you go”.

His already broken heart turned into ashes when he saw your face twitching with pain, hurting only by imagining not having him in your life. But the older one couldn't say anything.

“Promise. Pinky promise you won't...” you hesitated as raised your finger, avoiding his eyes. “End your life”.

Arthur took his time. He knew he wouldn't change, and even if he got better with time, he would always fall down again. It wasn't a good life, and he wouldn't be useful for a long time. Yet, even if he was a motherfucker, he couldn't dare to make you a “forever winter” — whatever that meant. So, he took a deep breath, his lungs hurting. After he coughed, he smiled, and raised his hand.

“I promise. So, please, never change” you weren't even hearing him anymore. Jumped on his bony arms, hugging tight, crying on happiness. “Be my summer sun forever”.

You wouldn't dare to change.

When you two walked out The Garrison, it was morning, and the employees waited outside as they saw Arthur Shelby and Finn's partner were inside. Arms crossed tight, you crossed the snow with your best friend. The breakfast was surely one of the most fun and happy ones of your life.

Indeed, you weren't a sun. Arthur was. Constantly burning, shining, destroying itself but warming and taking care of everyone. But that conversation could be postponed — because he was playing monster with the children all around the house.

I had this idea in my mind for some pretty good months, but it was simply too hard to execute. Hope I did it well (I'm not confident I did.

Thank you so much for reading! Reblogs are appreciated, but please give me your opinions 🛐 I need your thoughts to grow up as a writer. Anyways, thanks again. Love ya, and happy holidays 🎄🎄

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #arthur shelby imagine #planotic imagine #bff sun <3 #arthur Shelby #arthur Shelby fanfic #fook linda #peaky blinders fanfic

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Some observations about The Power of the Doctor. Not including and Thasmin stuff because I tackled that yesterday.

Firstly, I suspect how much people enjoyed the episode depends on if they have seen Classic Doctor Who. I grew up on Doctor who and absolutely loved all the classic stuff. Ace and Tegan had some great content and there was some great references. Chinball had previously brought back the Masters Classic Who tissue convertor, something which poor Tegan knows all about. Ace has always been a favourite Classic Who companion of mine and seeing her effectively shut the Master down when he was being a little shit was great. I know a few people have asked why there needed to be Daleks as they didn't really matter to the plot. Listen, the Daleks were literally only there so Ace could hit them with a bat, insult them and blow them up with nitro nine. That's reason enough for me.

Seeing the old Doctor's again made me leap from my seat. The 60th special next tear seems like its going to lean more to New Doctor Who with Tennants and Tate's return (with what appears to be a Classic villain). Therefore, I am glad that Chinball took the decision to honour Classic Who in this special. It makes sense really, as he has nodded more to Classic Who in general than the other show runners.

In terms of the Classic Doctor's, it was great that Paul got another outing as the eight Doctor and I love all his Big Finish Audio Stories. I think I was particularly pleased to see Colin Baker though. Colin may not have always had the best writers during his tenure in Doctor Who, but he was still a great Doctor. He also loves Doctor Who and loves the fact he got to be part of it. He is a gem at conventions and was really supportive of Jodie and openly but back at critics. He even turned up at a con in a Thirteenth Doctor cos play outfit. I was delighted that he got to return and its was poignant to me that it was in Jodies last episode. Also, I went to a panel with these four in Telford and they actually bicker like that in real life!

There was a much older reference to Classic Who, with the Doctor being made to have a forced regeneration for a second time. The first time was enacted by the Time Lords on the Second Doctor, forcing him to regenerate into the Third Doctor and confining him to Earth. The final nod to Classic Who was to have a brief cameo by other companions at their Companions Anonymous meeting at the end. It was lovely to see Jo and Mel and more amazing still to see Ian, a companion of the first Doctor. Let's hope we see them again in a UNIT spin off.

Talking of UNIT...how awesome is Kate Stewart? Chinball gave her some great stuff in this episode including a lovely moment were she finally got to go in the TARDIS. He also gave me the scare of the episode when I thought she might actually get converted into a cyberman. This was particularly emotional because at the end of season 8 Missy turned her dad, the Brigadier, into a cyberman (albeit after he was already dead). Kate's time in the Tardis with the companions also gave us a New Who reference, with everyone gathered around the centre console and pressing something at the same time like in Season 4 episode Journeys End. Perhaps a nod at the Ten and Donna specials that are to follow.

I have really enjoyed John Bishop as Dan and I like the fact he walked away of his own accord, rather like Graham and Ryan did, to focus on living his life on Earth. It was also nice to know that Yaz, having lost her Doctor, would have the support of him, Graham and other past companions. It was great to see Graham back and his interaction with Ace was funny.

There was a nod to Capaldi's era, with the Doctor being trapped in a Dalek casing. In season 9 Missy trapped Clara in one and during the same episode we saw twelve riding round in the Dalek casing of Davros. It was interesting how few references there were to Thirteens own era apart from the continuing story line with the Master. We had Graham, the Fugitive Doctor (in the form of a holographic cameo) and we had Vindor. I am not sure what Vindor brought to the table to be honest, other than a gun, and his story line was rounded of nicely and very recently at the end if the Flux. I personally would have brought back Angstrom from The Ghost Monument as an earlier Thirteenth Doctor reference. There were other tiny references too, for example, Yaz pushed the Master/Doctor over in a very similar way we saw Thiteen do in Season 12, although perhaps with even more malice. What we didn't see was any continuation of the Timeless Child storyline. It seems that for now, that story has concluded with the Doctor hiding the locket in the TARDIS, ready to be picked up and resumed at a future date if one of the showrunners fancy it.

Although the episode was largely used as a celebration of Classic Who, it did provide a fabulous platform for all three outgoing stars. Despite my confusion about were he fits in the timeline (i still refuse to believe its after Missy 🤣) Sasha has been a great Master. He has that great ability to be completely unhinged but also somehow charming, relatable and a bit pitiful all at the same time. This episode really allowed him to have at it and by god did he have at it. From the creepy manipulative calmness of Rasputin to his normal unhinged, sarcastic biting self. Then to the sheer wild childish joy of success at becoming the Doctor, whose outfit he wore very well by the way. Oh, and let's be honest, no one one is going to forget him boogieng around the Winter Palace dressed as Rasputin to Boney M's classic 'Ra Ra Rasputin' in a hurry. What a great way for him to sign off as the Master.

For Jodie and Thirteen it was also a great sign off. It showcased Thirteens ingenuity and energy (and love if Holograms) but most importantly it showcased how Thirteen has grown and evolved and what Jodies Doctor has been all about. It is a Doctor who has embrassed family whilst also simultaneously holding them at arms length. It is a Doctor who has fallen in love but learnt the lessons from the past and not acted upon it. Its a Doctor that takes responsibility for her mistakes and doesn't run from them. It's a Doctor who, although saddened by the fact she is going to regenerate, stands out to watch the sunrise and says "tag your it" rather than something arrogant and selve serving. To be honest the episode showcased why, despite some ropey writing at times, I have loved Thirteen and Jodie's portrayal of her.

Out of the three of them the episode probably showcased Yaz the most. Rather like in the Flux when she was separated from the Doctor, Yaz is resourceful enough and has the sheer willpower to solve problems and think outside of the box. The way she outfoxed the Master and undid the forced regeneration was super. Yaz is also very brave and again this was showcased, especially when she dashed out into danger to get the Doctor and carry her back to the TARDIS. Mandip had a lot to sink her teeth into and did really well with all the action and high energy moments. It was probably the quieter moments that really played to her strengths though. Mandip has a great range if facial expressions and it was the subtle moments of fear, confusion, contemplation, pain and realisation that she really stood out. She doesn't have to have a lot of lines to 'say' a lot. This really shone through in five key moments. Firstly, when Tegan said 'we used to be you', and you could see the cogs turning in Yaz's head. Secondly, the moment she exits the TARDIS after the forced regeneration and its the Master skipping around in Thirteens outfit. Yaz keeps herself calm but you can see all the fear, pain and anger in her eyes. Thirdly, you have the moment Yaz realises why the cloister bells are ringing. Yaz has done everything she can to save her Doctor but realises she is going to loose her regardless. Again it's a quiet pain, a resigned pain and hard to watch without wanting to cry for her. This quiet pain is repeated on top of the TARDIS when she mainly just listens to Thirteen talk, taking in their final moments together. There is also a bit of a shocked numbness there that carries into the fifth moment. As she sits around with all the other companions she is silent until directly asked a question. In her answer she is resolute despite the hurt. The Doctor will be fine, they will move forward with a new face and there will always be another companion or fam to take care of them.

So yeah, I really enjoyed the episode. I can understand why those who haven't watched Classic Who or haven't enjoyed Thirteenth's era would dislike it though. Unfortunately, if you were watching it for plot alone then quite frankly you were watching it for the wrong reasons. It was very much an anniversary episode and when you throw in the fact it was a regeneration episode too it was always going to have different priorities. What it did have was lots of loved characters, lots of energy, lots of joy, lots of pain and lots of top notch special effects. That'll do me just ace thanks 😉

#thirteenth doctor #doctor who #yasmin khan #dhawan!master #ace mcshane #tegan jovanka #kate stewart #dan lewis #graham obrien #the power of the doctor

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Prompt idea)Cadance:aunties I can practically smell the love dripping off you both! What happened did you meet somebody!.....an why do you both look so sad an stressed?

After they mentioned how Boom fared, leaving out the fact he was unwell, and that they were both in grave danger, not only because of the Nameless Things of the Valley, but also the vile Monster that had taken over Boom's mind, threatening everycreature with utter annihilation, Luna and Celestia smiled and nodded to Light, who nodded to them in return, though they noticed the two almost cried.

Before Light could ask them if they were alright, Cadance, still with Flurry on her lap, spoke up, and asked why her Aunts appeared so sad, yet so happy, for they had received good word from Light about the condition of their loved one; after Light let out a tiny, unnoticeable sigh, closing their eyes ever so slightly longer, the Princesses wiped away their tears and let out a chuckle.

As they got up from their seats, they told the group they would explain during breakfast, and left for the hall, followed later by Light and Nox, who finished their tea, brought their cups to the kitchen, and, walking close next to each other, just in case Light needed some support, headed to the Hall, when they saw Eclipse waiting for them by the door, asking them if they needed any help.

A small smile grew onto Light's face as they told Eclipse they would be alright, but if they wished to know, they would explain at the table, which the two-headed Alicorn agreed to; they entered the Hall just after the Princesses, who had taken their seats, and who waited for the others to arrive before beginning their breakfast, after which Cadance asked her Aunts about their mixed emotions.

To this, they briefly told Cadance about Boomlord, whom they had not seen in a little while, and from whom they had only heard from Light, who was helping him cleanse himself; with wide-open eyes, Cadance turned to Light and asked them if that was whither they had vanished, and whence they had returned the previous night, to which Light, whose hungry mouth was full of bread, nodded silently.

A moment later, Light briefly explained that Boom was busy gathering resources, which he would use in a ritual to rid himself of a corruption within him, and planning their next destination, with which they were helping him; after they left, they managed to stay in touch with Nox and Luna, but as their destination was fouled by evil magic, they kept limited contact until they were elsewhere.

As Light took a sip of their drink, Nox continued, and explained Light reached out to her the night prior, asking for support, for fear and doubt had taken over their mind; luckily, she managed to help, and Light returned victorious to the fields on the outskirts, where she met them, and helped them to the Palace, where she treated some of the minor injuries they had sustained in the Valley.

The others gave them a questioning look, when Light moved aside their mane for a moment, revealing the bandages underneath, before reassuring the group they were alright, though they knew they would need to rest for a while, but, as they looked at Nox and smiled, as they were about to meet their Daughter at the train station this morning, they would like some help to get there, just in case.

Though the Princesses were unsure about Light's condition, as they wanted to avoid putting too much pressure on them, after a moment of consideration, they nodded to Light, promising them they would keep an eye out for them, for which Light thanked them, before turning back to their breakfast; a while later, after they had finished, and had cleared the table, they left the Palace as a group.

On their way to the train station, where they helped Light sit down, just in case, Eclipse and Nox walked at Light's sides, who thanked them for their continuous help and support, which they replied to with the same gratitude; when the train arrived, Flurry, in her Mother's arms, started laughing loudly, and pointed to her sister, who walked to her family, and, after hugging them, cheerfully said:

"Hey-Ho, I'm Twila! Nice to meet you!"

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Featuring: Boomlord from @thedumbguywithaheart43 Solar Eclipse and Twilight Sparkle as Twilight Eclipse from @asktwilighteclipse Nox Lunarwing from @nox-lunarwing Princess Twila from @twila-bloggin

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Adelaide Altadonna!

Adelaide is a 15 year old italian (as of her intro episode) bisexual and asexual living in New York City.

Random Facts!

Very optimistic (annoyingly so)

Such a night owl

Obsessed with engineering and will go on tangents if you let her

No idea how to code. She despises it because she can't understand it. You can't get her anywhere near a computer to code

Her inability to code causes some of her inventions to be disfunctional

Nicknames include: Addie, Adsie, and Ads

Has multiple sets of headphones and earbuds to listen to music with

Has a boombox but only uses it outside

Loves a mix of pop and rap (with the exception of the occasional cheesy romance song)

No problem with getting messy

Loves to sketch out blueprints but can't actually draw anatomy worth a shit

Vanilla. VANILLA ANYTHING.

Will get attached too easily and too quickly. It ran off a lot of kids in elementary school

She is obsessed with cuddles. Platonic or romantic. Doesn't matter.

On that note, touch starved.

Speaks in Italian on occasion. Full accent and everything, but she can switch between American and Italian very fluidly.

Swears in Italian. No English curse words.

Backstory!

She grew up in the city and has always loved the lifestyle. She was born to a nice couple in Queens, just a bouncing baby girl with a full head of hair and a rowdy personality.

The three of them lived happily in a small two story apartment that they had owned two years before her birth. There wasn't really anything interesting about this period of her life. Normal infancy with loving parents who did their best to give her the best life they possibly could.

One day when she was having a normal day at school, going about her day as any second grader would, she got called out. She wasn't told much other than her parents had gone away on a trip and wouldn't be back for a long while. The truth wouldn't be told to her until she was 10.

Her biological parents died of- uncertain circumstances- and she was put into the foster system at the age of 7. This era was and still is pretty blurry. Life as she knew it had been torn apart and replaced with something else. Something she didn't thrive in very well.

She never had any friends in the first place but being an orphan on top of all her "annoying" qualities just made it worse. Even in the orphanage she now lived in all of the other kids avoided her. But instead of taking pity on herself she took this as an opportunity as started to put her time into something more valuable to her than friends. Engineering. Sure, it brought on more trouble than it was worth, smuggling scrap metal and other tools into her room and eventually getting caught for it, but it made her happy. And that's all she cared about.

This little pattern of her going to school, hating every minute of it, going back to the orphanage, ignoring everyone's snide comments, and working on little projects until midnight went on for five years. And then she got adopted.

By Robert and Melissa. At first glance, they seemed lovely! Supportive of their other two children Maddie and Noah, they lived in a nice two story house in Manhattan, and they even had a family dog! Maybe her life was finally starting to turn around for the better.

The first few weeks were amazing! It felt pretty validating to be loved so much after so long. But the bubble had to pop. And oh boy did it pop.

Maddie, her adoptive younger sister by two years, came up to her and warned her about their 'mother'. Told her about her habits and emotion swings. Adelaide was confused at first, but eventually understood what she had meant.

Melissa was abusive. Blatantly. Not physically, but emotionally. She would berate the girls for the littlest mistakes they made, the smallest sarcastic comment or attempt at a joke, and their appearance. The latter was mostly directed at Adelaide because of her form. Getting pushed into a family full of twigs will do that, she guessed.

Over time, she got used to the daily routine. Waking up, getting ordered by her hungover 'mother' to go walk the dog, pick up groceries, take her siblings to school, do almost all of the chores in the house, and then go to bed well past 1 A.M. after working on another project for herself. This was easy to fall into, after all, because she didn't have school herself. Adelaide was taken out of public school right after she graduated middle school. Melissa claimed it was so she could be home schooled, but anyone who would take a second look could tell that was bullshit. Not that they would.

Her father wasn't much help in the matter either, basically being the subject of her money leech of a mother. Robert wouldn't spare the children one look much less a care in the world about what Melissa would say to them.

So this crappy life of hers went on for three more years. Everyday, putting up with her adoptive parent's crap and trying her best to support her sister and infant brother.

But around the age of 13, Adelaide picked up a habit. Not a bad one, she may not have graduated but shes not idiotic, but one for fun. Every night after her mother had either passed out or gone in for her night shift, Adelaide would sneak out her bedroom window, climb the fire escape, and hop around/ just chill out on roofs. And do whatever. Tinkering, listen to music, sketch out blueprints, sing and dance by herself. Just let go of all her worries.

Having this activity added to her calendar, she felt like she could keep going. Like maybe if she held out for a bit longer she could get out.

And then she met four mutants with a jar of mosquitoes.

#introduction post for my girl #just cuz. didnt really have much else to do #rottmnt oc #rottmnt au #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #was gonna tag this as adelaide but realized theres already a tag for that-#oc #oc story #my art #tw abuse #not in immense detail but it does say what kind of abuse #and give examples #Since this is just an intro I'm cutting the ramble here up to the point she gets inserted into season one #I might summarize Bug Busters in another post to include Adelaide's appearance #or do one for Maisie!#probably

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