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lebedame-wegelagerin · 6 months

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And here, as promised to the dear @vinceaddams come a lot of extant Garments from my recent Visit at the German National Museum in Nuremberg. I am trying to give as much Information about each Picture as I can though unfortunately not all of the Pictures were taken by me and I could take Pictures as extensively (including Info Signs) as I would have wanted, lest I be abandoned in the Clothing Section. Also the whole Section was awfully dim, which made it rather difficult to read some of the Signs. The last three Pictures were taken in a different Section, thus the more pleasant Lighting.

Servant Livery, bavarian Court, mid 19th Century (left); Servant of the Count of Cannotreadhisname, first half 19th Century (right)

Woman's Folkdress, Lötschental/Wallis (Switzerland), Museum dates it 1830/1905 which is an awfully broad Range, but maybe it was altered later; shows wonderfully how late 18th Century Styles were preserved in european Folkdress that came to be in the 19th Century proper

Various Men's Garments throughout the 18th Century, as there are Closeups of each, the respective Detailinformation will be provided further down.

Men's Spencer, c. 1810s-1820s, Linen and Cotton, the Sign didn't say it explicitely but due to it's Placement in the Exhibition and comparable other Pieces I have seen, I think this is more of a common Man's Piece of Clothing.

Three Men's Shirts, various Shoebuckles, a cocked Hat, a Periwig and what I assume to be a Hair Bag. This Display Case had a rather badly illuminated Sign, so sadly I have no further Details about the Pieces.

Justeaucorps, c. 1695, Wool, Silk, Metal Trim.

Waistcoat, c. 1695, Silk, according to the Museum it was worn together with the Justeaucorps, which seems to be a nice Colour-Combination.

Breeches, 1790-1800, Silk. Very pretty Pair, but the bad Lighting doesn't really let it show.

Habit à la francaise, c. 1790, Wool, Silk, Embroidery (What a Material Specification...). I really like the Combination of those subtle dark on dark Stripes and the Embroidery.

Tailcoat, c. 1790/1795, Cotton, Silk, Linen, really peak 1790s Look honestly.

Very wide Court Panniers, with Pocket Hoops and Crinoline in the Background. Alas no Detail Information for this and the next two Pictures.

Frontal View of the Pannier. I suppose I have to get one of those at some Point, if only for how extra they are.

Three Pairs of Stays, two from the Front, one from the Back. Sadly I don't feel confident enough to Date those and I have no Pictures showing the Info Signs well enough.

Lots of pretty Dresses that were exhibited in another Section of the Museum. The right one is a Robe à l'Anglaise, but that's all I can tell.

Another beautiful Anglaise, notable for being preserved in its Entirety with original Ruffles.

More pretty Dresses. Unfortunately due to Time Reasons I have no Pictures of the Suits displayed across the Dresses in the U-shaped Display, though I have to say one of them had a very much not authentic Lacebib hanging from the Neck...

That's all the cool Clothing Pics I have, at some Point I will return and take loooots more Pictures from all the Angles too. Also at some Point I might write to the Museum about the Lighting, there surely is a better Solution when having your Objects barely visible with unreadable Signs while still protecting them from UV-Rays.

Bonus-Pic 1:

Me, in historical Dress, c. 1750 (minus the Shoes), standing in a historical Kitchen.

Bonus-Pic 2, for the Boat-Crowd:

Beautifully detailed Modell Sailing Ship, early to mid 17th Century if I remember correctly. Interestingly enough all the little Sailor Figurines on it were very much early 19th Century in Style, so I assume the previous owner had those added at some Point, before the Museum acquired the Model in the late 19th Century. (The Incongruence sadly wasn't addressed on the Info Sign, so I might contact them about this too.)

#Aus dem Leben einer Taugenichts #Extant Garments #Historical Fashion #Germanisches National Museum #18th Century #19th Century #Museum

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cherryjars · 2 years

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something abt the "we live to serve you" "you will serve me whether you live or not" and the following onslaught of . complete possession of the entire foot clan army is so. its so. immmm so normal about this movie

and the way the krang's sister goes "ew, it's talking at me" instead of "to me" says a loooot about the krang's general superiority mentality. they see everything that is not krang as less than, as an object, something weak to destroy and control. the krang calls raph stronger than "those who inhabit this planet", but still calls him an "it". the krang do not see anything else even near their level. its talking at me. its talking at me. idkk man im so.

its such a small detail that they didnt even have to add in but it so immensely deepens the complexity of the krang themselves its such a neat thing i love little movie details

#rottmnt #rottmnt movie #cherry choughts #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt krang #tmnt 2018 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt

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pmitchell · 2 years

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his only. | pete “maverick” mitchell x reader

warnings: None! This is pure fluff and I had a loooot of fun writing this!

pairings: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x reader

word count: 2,480 words (9 minutes reading time)

author’s notes: I wanted to cut this down so that it would only be around 1,500 words, but I could not pick which part I didn’t want to include because they are all sooo fun to write! Hope you enjoy this one; I fulfilled two requests at the same time with this haha.

“So, who are you gonna be working with?” You asked, looking up at Maverick as he sat right next to you and handed you your glass of water.

“Not work with, teach,” Maverick said, still slightly bitter about the fact that he was not allowed to fly this mission.

You pouted a little. “I’m sorry. He didn’t tell me about that part, just the part about you getting called back, or else I would’ve done something so that you wouldn’t get your hopes up,” you apologized.

Maverick smiled, he pulled you into his lap and tucked your hair behind your ear. Of course he didn’t blame you, nor could he stay mad at you, not when you looked absolutely pretty sitting there in one of his t-shirts. He knew the routine; even if you were the Admiral’s daughter and there are some things you might know, he was not allowed to divulge all details to you. Including the fact that Maverick was called to teach and not fly the mission.

When the two of you started dating, Maverick wondered why was he always getting into trouble with the Admiral’s daughter after almost 30 years. This particular Admiral, though, he was not expecting to work with, so he thought he was fine this time. Until Ice assigned him a new post, working under the man who had been giving Maverick the cold shoulder for the past year for dating his daughter. Maverick knew it was Ice’s way of messing with him; it had to happen once every few years.

“You know I don’t blame you,” he smiled, tracing circles on your thigh with his thumb. “It’s Ice, he just had to get back at me somehow,” the man chuckled, eyes glazing over slightly as he thought of his best friend.

You smiled, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “So, do you know who you’re going to be teaching?” You repeated your question.

“Phoenix is one of ‘em,” he said, knowing it had been a while since you caught up with your childhood best friend. “Bradley too,” he added and you rolled your eyes at the mention of the name. Not because of Maverick’s ongoing feud with him, but because of how you knew Bradley beforehand. “A few others I don’t know personally, but I’ve heard of Hangman and his reputation.”

You groaned, “Hangman. I’m guessing Coyote might be in the mix.”

“I think so,” Maverick shrugged. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just that those three have been trying to hit on me ever since they first got into TOPGUN and I keep on rejecting them, but they’re resilient, I’ll give ‘em that,” you chuckled.

“Are you telling me I might have a little competition?” Maverick growled a little, shifting his body closer and closer to you as he flipped you on your back onto the couch and began kissing your neck but then his fingers wriggled against your waist, tickling you.

You shrieked and laughed. “Honey, stop!” You whined in between your laughs.

Maverick chuckled and pressed a kiss on your lips, happily knowing that you were his and his only.

“Well, well. (Y/N) Simpson, as I live and breathe,” a voice called out your name from behind you as you watched Phoenix try to make the shot at The Hard Deck.

“Here we go,” Phoenix muttered under her breath. Hangman sauntered in slowly towards you, the golden sunset glow emitting off him gave him the perfect dramatic effect.

“Hangman,” you acknowledged him with an anticipating smile, wondering what he will do. You turned around and sat on the edge of the pool table and saw the look; the same look he had when he first decided he was going to try to woo you into dating him, no matter how many times you had rejected his advances.

He leaned his hand on the side of the pool table right next to where you were sitting, arm flexing as he stood incredibly close to you that you could smell his cologne mixed with the hint of his beer wafting around you. “A forbidden love between a humble pilot and the Admiral’s beautiful daughter,” Hangman began, using the most dramatic movie narrator voice. “He will go to the moon and back to prove that he is worthy of the Admiral’s approval. And they ride off in his aircraft into the sunset.”

“That’s a teaser to what our life is going to be,” he finished and looked at you, grinning cheekily. “What do you say, (Y/N)? Wanna go ride off into the sunset with me?”

“Humble, really?” You laughed as you held on to your pool stick, looking as if you are considering the offer and letting a sliver of hope grow in his mind. “No. But you should send that to Nicholas Sparks; sounds like it would’ve made a really good novel,” you said.

Hangman closed his eyes, hand going on his chest as if he had just been hit with a bullet. “Oh, you break my heart once again, darling,” the man said, hanging his head low as you chuckled.

“Aw, come on now. Don’t give up, you’ll get there eventually,” you patted his cheek, clearly amused that he continued to try even after all these years.

Just then Rooster walked into the bar, glasses obstructing his usually mischievous eyes. “Trying so hard already? She just got here,” Rooster remarked, looking at the way Hangman was standing so close to you.

“You mean failing hard,” Payback snickered and Hangman shot him an angry glare.

“You know she has a boyfriend, right?” Phoenix finally said as she aimed her stick at the cue ball.

“What?” Hangman and Rooster asked, looking at you for answers.

You stood up straight and inhaled, refusing to answer the question. “Well, I gotta go. Dinner with the folks tonight,” you said to them, setting down the pool stick and hugging Phoenix goodbye.

“(Y/N), what’s his name?” Coyote called out to you as you left. You only smiled at him, refusing to answer.

“Social security number? Anything!” Payback tried, but you were already out the door.

“How was your day today?” Your father, Admiral Beau “Cyclone” Simpson, asked as he looked at you from across the dining table.

“Great!” You said. “I finally had the chance to catch up with Natasha after work; she seemed really excited about training,” you said.

“And how about those boys who keep fawning all over you?” your mother smirked.

“They’re not fawning all over me,” you denied, but deep down you knew they were.

You weren’t going to admit this, but you did like the attention; mainly because it made Maverick jealous that he still had to wait another couple of weeks before you could publicly be seen together. It made all the time you spent at his place all the more exciting; since he had to keep his hands all to himself in front of other people, it was like he was getting a revenge whenever the two of you were alone.

And the jealous sex. Oh God, the jealous sex.

“It’s like watching a bunch of nerds having a crush over the most popular girl in school,” your father rolled his eyes. “I can’t decide which is better, them or a man twice your age,” he spoke in a light yet sarcastic tone.

“Dad...” you warned him, smirking because the two of you had discussed this at length.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he put his hands up as if signalling defeat. “Can’t choose who to fall in love with.”

“That’s right,” you nodded. It had been a long time coming, but your father had finally accepted the fact that you were dating Maverick. Although you wanted your father to get along with him, the fact that they could both be civil while being in one room now is more than enough for the time being.

“Where is Pete? Why isn’t he joining us today?” Your mom asked. She was more accepting of him, even if she had her doubts, she was always supportive.

“Still at the bar, I believe. They were playing football at the beach today and they wanted the fun to carry on,” you shrugged.

All of a sudden you received a text on your phone, but because of your mother’s no-phone-at-the-table rule, you decided to ignore it. That was until a torrent of messages caused your phone to ping nonstop.

“Sorry, Mom, let me just...” you trailed off when you read the message from Rooster.

Lok out the window!

Now.

(Y/N)?

Heloooo?

Look out teh widnow!

And the text was followed by a series of random letters sent in a hurry to grab your attention. You left your plate and walked towards the living room where you heard small knocks on the glass caused by little pebbles being thrown at it. You pulled the curtains back to look out your window and sure enough, there they were in your front yard.

Hangman, Rooster, Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, and even sweet Bob, all in their casual clothes, some still wearing the shorts they wore at the beach today. They were all shoving each other, trying to get in the center, but then Payback pointed at you and they all stopped, getting in a horizontal formation.

Rooster played a song on his phone but it was too muffled for you to hear properly. But then they began singing.

Imagine me and you, I do I think about you day and night, it's only right To think about the girl you love and hold her tight So happy together

You were wide-eyed in shock, you could not believe what you were seeing. Six grown men, drunk out of their minds at 8 PM, serenading you a song by The Turtles.

If I should call you up, invest a dime And you say you belong to me and ease my mind Imagine how the world could be, so very fine So happy together

They definitely didn’t plan this well enough, because they were singing and dancing without coordination. You were smiling so wide but you held back your laughter until the refrain came and you swore you could’ve toppled to the ground.

I can't see me lovin' nobody but you (they all pointed at you at this point) For all my life When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue For all my life

They were about to continue singing when your father appeared from behind you, glaring at all six of them.

“Oh shit!” You could hear Fanboy say and Rooster turned off the music while the others scrambled to leave.

“Sorry, Sir!” Bob yelled as he ran after the others.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered. You continued to laugh, watching them run away before you turned around to see your dad still glaring out the window.

Two weeks had passed since the incident and all six pilots had gotten a 200-pushups punishment from your father for coming to his house drunk. They had left for the mission and returned a few days ago for a last hurrah at The Hard Deck with Maverick. Phoenix, Hangman, and Rooster convinced you to come as a “representative” of your father who decided it was unprofessional for him to join the festivities.

“Let me go grab some more drinks,” Maverick said, heading straight for the bar.

“So, where is this boyfriend of yours?” Rooster asked, leaning close to you. “How come I’ve never seen him around?”

You chuckled, “Are you trying to accuse me of lying?”

“I’m just saying it’s odd that I never see him,” Rooster shrugged, refusing to say yes but basically affirming your question.

“I bet Phoenix is just making it up because she’s jealous,” Hangman smirked, looking at Phoenix and causing her to roll her eyes.

“Oh, please,” you defended her. “I think she’s more annoyed of the fact that you are always disturbing us whenever we’re trying to get together,” you told Hangman. Phoenix almost choked on her beer in laughter as she held up her hand for a high five which you reciprocated.

“I say it’s a lie!” Hangman said. “You don’t really have a boyfriend, you just agreed to Phoenix’s lie to mess with my chances.”

“I’m not lying,” you denied his claims.

“Okay, well, prove it!” The blond challenged you. “Call him up, and tell him to meet us right here!” He shouted a little, grabbing the interests of Coyote and the rest of the pilots.

You looked at Natasha and she looked back at you, positively smirking. She knew you didn’t want to make a big deal out of this, because they will all leave soon and would probably not see you again for a while and you could be with Maverick in peace. But you couldn’t pass up the challenge to shut them up.

You set your drink down, stood up, and walked to Maverick. You slid into the empty space between him and an occupied chair. “Hi,” you smiled sweetly at him.

“Hi,” Maverick said, still keeping both arms folded on the bar no matter how much he wanted to grab you by the waist and kiss you right there. He looked slightly wary as he glanced at at the rest of the pilots who were looking at the two of you with question marks floating above their heads. From where they were sitting, they couldn’t hear a thing you both said, but they got a clear view of you.

“They keep saying that I’m lying; that I am not actually seeing anyone,” you said.

“Is that so?” He smirked, turning his body towards you. “You wanna prove them wrong?” Maverick asked.

“Yes, please,” you giggled as the two of you stepped forward, closing the gap in between. Maverick pulled you into his arms and kissed you hard and deep, causing your body to slightly dip at the way he was leaning forward.

You didn’t let it get too far, though, not wanting them to have a whole show, but the kiss should be enough to prove a point.

“Let’s get out of here,” Maverick smirked, leaving a last quick kiss on your lips.

“Okay, let me go grab my things,” you told him. Maverick left a few dollar bills to pay for the beers he had just ordered and told the bartended to deliver it to the pilots sitting with their mouth agape as they watched you.

You walked back to the group, a big smile on your face as you grabbed your bag and your phone from the table. You hugged Natasha goodbye and looked at the rest of the guys.

“Bye, boys. I’ll see you next time,” you smirked and walked back to Maverick.

He held out his hand and grabbed yours as he glanced back to the guys before walking you out of the bar.

“WHAT?” All pilots shouted at Phoenix who was laughing and slapping her knee.

“Oh God, you should see your faces!” she laughed.

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rierice8 · 8 months

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Hey bestieee

So I think you should write Soukoku just for me bc u love me sm!!! I’ll leave all the details up to u but it must be SMUTTY AF foreplay to the max, and the rest can be whatever your pretty little heart desires

Merci ❤️anon

(Ps did I mention to make it extra smutty)

I THINK I DID YOU DIRTY BESTIE- I PUT A LOOOOT OF PLOT 😭😭

I’m not that good at writing smutty smut and I don’t wanna let down my bestie 😔

But I DO think I did you dirty…

I started writing this on the plane back home…in late August…SO IT'S BEEN A WHILE

Sorry if it feels a little plot heavy or rushed around the end, I…was not very inspired at all…usually an x reader blog but I made an exception for YOU 🫵 anyways let's say this is in celebration that skk isn’t soukover and they’re still alive!

What did you say?

Dom chuuya x sub dazai

Word count: 1876

Warnings: PLOT (scary scary oh no), drinking, drunk sex, name calling (good boy, slut, etc), size kink

Ever since the port mafia and the detective agency called a temporary truce to fight against Fyodor, to Chuuyas misfortune, Dazai has been showing up more and more often. To the point where sometimes Chuuyas afraid to open his room door in the morning since Dazai could easily be standing right there. Dazai has been purposefully trying to provoke Chuuya as much as possible, simply for the sake of being annoying. Leading us up to this evening, where Chuuya gets a knock on his door at a ridiculously late hour.

“What the fuck…who is it?!” Chuuya yelled from the living room as he stood slowly to go answer the door. The person on the other side just kept knocking too, not even stopping after Chuuya had got up to go to the door.

“Ok! Jesus fucking christ, I’m coming!” Chuuya said clearly annoyed as he groggily walked to the door and unlocked it. He didn’t even have to open the door by a centimetre before the door was flung open by who ither than Dazai.

“Chuuuuuya~ I brought wineee!!” Dazai giggled as he closed Chuuya’s door with his foot. Chuuya gave his unexpected visitor a look of sheer disgust.

“And who the fuck said you could come in?? Who invited you? Its fucking 2 in the morning?!” Chuuya yelled, but not loud enough to go through the walls, as he still had respect for his neighbours. Dazai sighed and placed his free hand on his forehead in a theatrically overdramatic way.

“But Chuuuuuyaaaaa!! I went out to buy the most expensive wine I could get just so we could get wasted together and now you're shunning me?!?! I’m going to throw myself off the roof!” Dazai cried. Chuuya all of a sudden was rather interested. Wine?

“Ooh…what kind did you get? Let me see the bottle.” Chuuya snatched the bottle from Dazai’s hand and grimaced.

“Expensive wine my ass, this might as well be from the fucking dollar store. Did you thrift this wine? Cuz I swear this shit is the cheapest thing on the shelf, fucker.” Chuuya put the bottle down on the kitched counter and got two glasses, and his own bottle of wine. Meanwhile Dazai walked to Chuuya’s living room and saw the tv was paused on a cheesy romance movie.

“Chuuya, what kinda garbage do you watch? I know I spent dirt on that wine but your brain must be dirt to think a movie like this is worth watching,” Dazai teased as he turned the tv off and waited for Chuuya to bring the wine and glasses. As Chuuya walked to the living room he scoffed.

“What do you know about romance, dipshit?” Chuuya said as he opened the bottle and poured the glasses. Dazai laughed.

“Surely I know more about romance than you do. At least I’ve had relationships before,” Chuuya scoffed and rolled his eyes at Dazai.

“Oh yeah, “relationships”. All of your relationships lasted a week or less and were toxic as fuck since I bet you’re not even interested in women,” Chuuya smirked as he took a sip of his wine. Dazai reached to grab his glass too, taking a sip and sighing.

“Aw drat! Caught me red handed again Chuuyaaa,” Dazai said sarcastically as he threw his head back dramatically.

“I guess all I’ve ever wanted was some short ginger man to fuck me dumb~” Dazai teased. Chuuya only sighed in response.

“Yeah? Just say that again when I’m a little more drunk and see where it gets you, whore.” Chuuya took another sip of his wine, while watching Dazais face turn from coy to flustered in seconds.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, now drink up you fucker. By the way this is my own wine, not the dog shit you bought, so every drop you drink is coming out of your pocket,” Chuuya said as he refilled his own glass and went to sit down next to Dazai on the couch. Chuuya grabbed the tv remote and stuck on the movie he was watching before. Dazai laughed and immediately started mocking it

“Oh~~ Alejandro!! Mi amour!! You cannot leave me, wah~~ for look, my legs…they opened automatically!!!” Dazai laughed hysterically as he danced around the room. Chuuya held back a laugh, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Bro just watch the movie. The wine is clearly already fucking with you, whatever happened to “I have a high alcohol tolareance” Dazai?” Chuuya laughed. Dazai looked almost offended as he sat down again and watched the movie.

Both of them were slowly sipping their wine glasses, unknowingly going through at least three each. Dazai lets his head slip onto Chuuyas shoulder…Chuuya runs his hand up Dazais thigh…Dazai whispers filth into Chuuya’s drunken ears...Chuuya lifts Dazai’s face by the chin and stares at him, eyes half lidded.

“What was that you said about wanting to get fucked dumb by me again?”

Dazai’s eyes shot wide open before he settled into a smug look.

“I don’t know~ did I ever even say anything?”

Chuuya scoffed as he lent in so closely to Dazai that they were basically kissing.

“Oh…well thats sad,”

Chuuya smirked as he completely pulled away, leaving Dazai sitting there stupidly with his eyes closed, as if he was waiting for Chuuya to kiss him. His eyes snapped open as Chuuya moved away completely

“Woah woah woah wait!! I was just jokinggg, I said something earlier, what, did you want me to repeat myself? I gladly will!!” Dazai chirped, basically begging.

Chuuya just nodded, waiting to see if Dazai really meant it or if he was just joking.

Dazai then lent in close to Chuuya’s ear, pressing himself against chuuya in the process and he whispered.

“I want you to to fuck me, Chuuya.”

Maybe it was pent up desire, or maybe it was just the wine, or whe way Dazai seemingly begged but either way their lips were pressed together. Dazai parting his lips slightly to leave passage for Chuuyas tongue, yet without breaking the kiss, he also stated moving to straddle Chuuya. Once Dazai found his place on Chuuya’s lap he only took a second long breather before going back to kiss the ginger. Bandaged hands running up under Chuuya’s shirt, almost achning to get the thing off. Slowly breaking the heated kiss, Chuuya moved to gently kissing along Dazais jaw before pulling away fully to look at him. Dazai’s eyes were halflidded and clouded with lust…or maybe just alcohol. Dazai steadied himself with a hand against Chuuya’s chest as Chuuya slowly unbuttoned Dazai’s shirt.

“For fucks sake just take it off already!” Dazai sighed, while Chuuya just smirked.

“You we’re the one begging for me to do with you as I want, now you’re gonna be a good boy and be patient, ok?” Dazai just gulped and nodded. Finally Dazai’s shirt was fully unbuttoned and thrown to the floor, where Chuuya then hurriedly takes his own shirt off. He peppered kisses down Dazai’s chest and started gently biting and sucking on the milky skin. Dazai’s already gasping, and tangling his hands in chuuyas hair.

“Shit...Chuuya” Dazai said as he let his head tip back. Chuuya smiled against his skin as he left little hickeys behind, all the way up to his neck, making sure they can’t be covered. He trailed his hands down Dazais chest before reaching the hem of his pants. Dazai’s breath hitched.

“You good?” Chuuya asked, making sure before moving any further. Dazai just nodded.

Bliss. That's what Dazai could describe it as, maybe if he could think. Chuuyas digits roughly fucking in and out of his ass, his head thrown back in pleasure as Chuuya kept leaving little marks all over his neck, pulling his bandages loose so that he has more access. As Chuuya fingered Dazai loose, he started playing with Dazai’s tip too, who only let out pornographic moans in response.

“Shit Chuuya- Ngh!”

Chuuya kissed him, swallowing all his moans in the heated moment.

“You’re such a slut. Letting me use you like this. You even asked for it, and now you're whining and doing absolutely nothing…what if I put you to work,” Chuuya whispered to Dazai as he stopped all his actions. Dazai whined in response

“N-no why, what? Don’t stop, come onn,”

He grumbled, Chuuya just took off his boxers and beckoned Dazai

“Ride me. Bitch.”

And without hesitation, Dazai climbed on top of Chuuya and lined up his hole with Chuuyas cock, slowly sinking down on it with an ecstatic expression, moans spilling out of the both of them.

“Shit…so deep…”

Dazai said breathlessly as he finally sat down fully. Within seconds Dazai started moving, up and down rhythmically. A small bump forming on his stomach. Chuuya just watches as it gets smaller and bigger again, moving his hand to push down on it before leaning in to Dazai’s neck, leaving kisses trailing up to his ear

“You feel that? Thats how fucking deep my cock is in you.”

Dazai moaned at Chuuya’s words. After bouncing for a while though he started slowing down, whining at the loss of sensation

“Chuuya, I can't…I’m tired…please..”

Chuuya thrust his hips up into Dazai, gipping into his hair and pulling on it.

“Please? Please what? What do you want, slut?”

“Fuck- shit Chuuya! Ngh- I just want you to fuck me already! Please-”

Chuuya then flipped Dazai over on the couch, so he was positioned on top. He then started pounding into Dazai, no remorse. As if it had been his one and only desire for years.

“Ngh- shit! Fuck I’m-”

Dazai was trying to grip the couch fabric as he failed to speak from all the sudden pleasure.

“Shit I’m gonna fucking fill you up,”

Chuuya panted out, slamming in and out of Dazai as he just writhes and moans. Dazai’s hands going to lift his legs up so Chuuya could hit deeper.

“Please do, oh fuck- Shit I’m gonna cum- mnfg!”

Chuuya bit his lip as Dazai clenched around his dick.

“Shit, me too…”

Chuuya moved so he was more so laying flush against Dazai, wanting to feel their skin touching as he uses it as leverage to also thrust harder into Dazai. Chuuya reaches down to stroke Dazai’s dick as he keeps pounding him at the same time.

“Ngh shit!! Fuck fuck I’m, Ah! I’m gonna- Mngh!”

Chuuya bit into Dazai’s collar as he only stroked him faster.

“That’s it, cum for me, good boy.”

And like on cue Dazai came just seconds later, clenching down tight around Chuuya, which only made him get closer to that edge. After a couple of thrusts Chuuya came inside Dazai. Basically collapsing on top of him moments after. Both panting and tired.

“I…never thought you were gonna take my joke seriously…very happy you did though,”

Dazai laughed breathily, Chuuya only laughing a bit in return.

“Any day…any time…I’d be more than willing to take your jokes seriously,”

Dazai’s eyes widened a bit

“Did you know I loved you, Chuuya?”

He said. Chuuya smiled and kissed him sweetly.

“Of course I did, dipshit. I’ve loved you for seven years now. That's seven years too many.”

Chuuya said with a smile, Dazai nodded.

“Yeah…seven years too many indeed…”

#I HATE THIS #but at least I’m posting #skk #bsd #smut #soukoku #dazai x chuuya #bsd smut #sub dazai #chuuya smut #dazai smut

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el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle · 8 months

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I find it interesting that even though both Armando and Mario never wanted anything that serious with any woman they've met, Mario has taken the time to actually romance them AND has actually moved in with them/ made them move in with. Doesn't sound that casual to me, but it's also onvious that he has never loved them.

What do y'all think? Did he perhaps actually tried to settle down a few times? Why? Because he wanted to give it a chance to know how it feels and see if it's his thing? He seems to imply that, but you don't just "give it a chance" with the first random and casual fling you have. You need to see and feel something for and with them! In Mario's case, I doubt he loved them. He doesn't seem to even undrrstand how that feels.

Also, what does it say about Armando that even though he has been with loooots of women, he has never needed to do anything as basic as giving them a little detail like a flower or a candy to show interest??? Meanwhile, Mario evidently NEEDS to put in effort (details, jalous scenes, buy them dinner, etc) in order to sleep with them?? Is Armando that much of a seducer, is Mario that bad at it (which I doubt since they both have a very similar flirting style), or does Mario just likes the whole romancing thing? Or does Armando just loses interest as soon as the woman isn't easy to convince and avtually requires sweetness and love and attention???

What do y'all think??

#ysblf #yo soy betty la fea #betty la fea #armando mendoza #mario calderon #ysblf analysis

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rinbowaman · 11 months

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S E 7 E N : A S M O D E U S P A R T 1 N E

Okay...well since tumblr wants to be stupid, be prepared for this chapter to be split into loooots of parts bc even if i paste 1k worth of words in, it grays out my post button. so with taht being said, this is def not proof read only because i have to retyped the whole thing inside the postbox and then (only then) will it allow me to 'post' the content. please ignore any mistakes you'll see, i'll fix those whenever tumblr get its head out of its ass.

Warnings: drying humping, breaking entry, harassment, assault, torturous abuse, blood, gore, groping, and cussing. i think that's it.

Waking up the next day, after your normal hygiene routine, you enjoyed a cup of your favorite tea. Your appetite hadn’t been the same since you found out of your impending death, yet you still managed to forced down some fruit with plenty of water. ‘It doesn’t mean I shouldn’t stay healthy…besides, in five days from now, I won’t be able to enjoy food anymore…’ The internal thought struck you deep…you nearly forgot that you have only five more days. The thought of time passing was skipping over your head since you were distracted by the unusual acquaintances you were running into… ‘Jay…then Jungwon…Beelzebub and Mammon respectively. I wonder…who will I run into next?’ It was moments such as this one that you strongly wished that phones and the internet wasn’t considered a sin and banned by the authorities of the cult, otherwise you’d have researched the 7 Princes of Hell, whom all were associated with the 7 Deadly Sins. You couldn’t go back to the library where you worked, you had already been absent for a full day, not to mention the incident that occurred between you and the senator, no doubt he was looking for you. Yet… ‘I’m surprised no one has come to my apartment…I know they could easily find out where I live….there’s no such thing as privacy in this world…not anymore.’ Sipping on your water, you peered out the balcony and hovered your sight at the city and the large rustic building across the apartment complex. Suddenly, you heard the door open, shocking you into fear as you had secured the locks, all five of them. ‘Oh my God…they did come for me after all…the Senator…’ Tucking yourself away from the balcony door, you couldn’t reach your room without heading over to the front entrance where you heard the door open and shut. The only spot you could go was the dead end kitchen, but that wouldn’t do you any good. ‘I might as well accept it…I’m dead anyhow…’ With the intense burn of tears coating your eyes, you placed your cup down gently as you grabbed onto arms, trying your best to put on a brave face. The footsteps grew closer, they were calm and delicate with the way you could hear the details of the back heel clapping against the hard floor followed by the upper pad of the shoe. Whoever it was, they had to have on some classy footwear. The foot steps came in closer…and closer. You shifted your gaze to the ground, strongly believing it was the Senator once you’re called the time you met him at work, noting his lavish attire and expensive leather shoes, the way they sounded clapping against the floor….just like how they are right now inside your apartment. Closing your eyes as you hugged your torso with your arms, you took a deep breath. ‘Here he comes…’ “There you are…I was starting to think I was in the wrong apartment…” Your eyes snapped open as your slightly parted lips gasped out when your breath hitched. It wasn’t the Senator’s voice as you expected. The voice was smooth, delicate in tone, and very pleasant to your ears. It wasn’t necessarily deep, it was similar to that of Jungwon’s, it had a unique pitch to his soft and tranquil vocal range. Looking up, you saw a younger looking man who was of similar height to that of Jungwon. He was , much like the others, well dressed and looked smooth, like fine wine…red wine. “You look a little dubious…we’re you expecting someone else?” He chuckles out with a look of amusement and yet, there was a hint of genuine sincerity in his tone as he slightly raised a brow, noting the look of concern and fear that’s as on your face, but was now fading into one of relief. “Breath darling…you’re distressed I can tell. I’m here now, you have nothing to fear.” He spoke with such affection and familiarity. Of course you knew he was another one of the brothers of Helel, you wonder why you hadn’t though it would have been him versus the Senator the moment you heard him entering your apartment. ‘Am I really that paranoid? I must be losing my mind…poor Lily…how could you have felt with just me comforting you, not these men who I feel you deserve more than me…’

P A R T 2 W O

Taglist: @deobitifull; @solstramaii; @vampiregirl215; @nshmrarki; @enhypen14; @iamliacamila; @lisaaannna; @nikstrange; @jaehaki; @luv-enhy-skz33; @silcry @honeysjae; @crackedcameraa; @stinkmonkey ; @baekxo07

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felsjustart · 2 months

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Soo Foun belongs to a commissioner who goes by Green!

Drawing up an armor set that I'm familiar with (and that had a full turn around!) made doing details on it a loooot easier, but definitely doesn't take away from the tediousness of drawing things literally stitch by stitch in some places. This character was also described as being fox-like for her facial features/mannerisms, so I found myself actually looking up foxes laughing for some references and noticed that they only ever laugh with their mouths wide open. Soooo I pushed myself to illustrate that despite my hesitation in doing so. It was a good learning experience that gave me a bit of a confidence boost to try and push expressions away from being so subtle all the time. I could probably stand to even push this one a little bit further, but I wanted the character to be recognizable first and foremost, so deemed this as good enough.

Soo Foun will be in the middle of this big commission! She's going to have Hythlodaeus on her right arm, and Hades holding (see: being dragged by) her left hand. Lots of FFXIV references in here!

I'm nervous about doing fanart if I'm being honest, but I'll be damned if I'm not going to give it my best shot.

#art wip #felart #felsjustart #digital art #artists on tumblr #digital arwork #digital drawing #digital artist #dnd character #dnd oc #ffxiv wol #ffxiv oc #ffxiv character #ffxiv commission

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jazzmckay · 15 days

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after much discussion with friends, a lot of wiki and codex reading, throwing spaghetti at the wall, and arranging details in spreadsheet format, i have some up with an approximate headcanon for everything that happened in thedas' ancient history. some aspects im still on the fence about / don't have a strong enough inclination one way or the other to be steadfast in my thoughts, so there's definitely room for adjustment.

spoilers for just about everything, as what little we know canonically is sprinkled throughout. since we know so little and almost none of it comes from a 100% reliable source, all of this is purely headcanon and what i personally think seems viable AND cool. it's not intended to be a hard statement for what i think is the truth

in as close to a coherent order as i can manage:

the titans, the evanuris, and the forgotten ones all come into existence close enough together that there isn't much hierarchy in who was first

the titans are the denizens of the physical world, the others are denizens of the spiritual. the evanuris and the forgotten ones are all spirits of some nature to start with, then make physical forms for themselves -- much like cole did. they have features of both spirits and (im)mortals, and are capable of shapeshifting

magic is EVERYWHERE, including below the ground, where the titans reside, their blood acting as a magical foci

the titans create dwarves. the dwarves have magic

solas is a spirit of wisdom and pride, simultaneously

mythal is a spirit of justice and vengeance, simultaneously

the evanuris lean towards the "spirit" side, while the forgotten ones lean towards the "demon" side, which is not a dichotomy of good and bad, as the evanuris can be corrupted, and the forgotten ones can be righteous. an individual is more balanced when tapping into both aspects. solas is the most balanced, his wisdom and pride tempering and guiding each other

the evanuris are the most powerful elvhen as they were formed from spirit essence itself, while those descended from them have magic but are not usually so attuned to the source of it (ghilan'nain has a remarkably unique power that eventually earns her a place among the evanuris)

there is conflict between the evanuris and the titans, because the titans cause earthquakes that destroy elvhen settlements. the evanuris and the forgotten ones disagree on how to handle this, about the evanuris wanting to dominate all others, and potentially about what applications of magic are "acceptable"

the forgotten ones release their physical forms to become fully spirits again and descend into the void

solas remains somewhat neutral in the conflict. he agrees with the forgotten ones that the evanuris have no right to exert their will over other beings, but he does not agree with some of the practices of the forgotten ones either. he remains, determined to show the evanuris the error of their ways. the forgotten ones still respect him as one of them, and solas gains mythal's favour. he can walk among both groups

mythal strikes down the titans. the evanuris decide to harvest titan blood for their magical use. this has a drastic effect on the dwarves -- losing close contact with the titans muffles the stone and silences their magic. the evanuris use the dwarves to harvest lyrium

(jumping forward a loooot of time, the breach in the veil awakens a titan as it feels its magical connection strengthening. valta comes into contact with this titan and gains magic)

solas tries and fails to sway the evanuris entirely. mythal hears him, and a couple others go back and forth, but it isn't nearly enough to change things for the better, which leads to the all-out war and rebellion. during this, andruil has been hunting the forgotten ones in the void, becoming more fractured from it, and other members of the evanuris have been becoming more corrupt, adding tension especially between mythal and the others as she has to temper them

the last straw: the evanuris "kill" mythal, and solas loses his balance. he puts up the veil, trapping the evanuris in the fade, and the forgotten ones in the void. arlathan -- the golden city -- falls into the void and becomes corrupted with the taint. the elves on the other side of the veil become mortal and no longer inherently magical, experiencing something similar to what happened to the dwarves.

solas goes into uthenera, disappearing from the world

in time, the chantry will claim that the maker raised the veil because he was disappointed in the spirits, but ended up disappointed in mortals too, and turned away from the world

mythal fuses with flemeth -- i don't have a solid opinion on when exactly in the timeline this happened

the forgotten ones manage to call out to human mages, who summon them out of the fade/void. those who become the dragon gods tevinter worship are now referred to as "old gods" and the rest are "the forbidden ones". the magisters learn blood magic from them, and eventually enter the fade/void to seek out the golden city. it leaves them tainted, and brings about the darkspawn and the blight

additional theory i am still toying with and hammering out: some of the forgotten ones also manage to take physical, elvhen form again, and become the kossith, who create the qunari through blood magic involving either dragon blood and/or archdemon blood once the blights start

andraste's magic is either the cause of or triggered by a traumatic experience with her sister that her sister doesn't survive. from then on, she dreams of the fade, and interprets memories of solas' rebellion against the evanuris as guidance to fight against tevinter -- both the evanuris and the magisters are powerful mages and the leaders of a society with slavery. seeing her 'maker' in elvhen form inspires her to ally with shartan. both the orlesian and the imperial chantries are formed

eventually, solas wakes up to a fucking nightmare ✨

#dragon age #da meta #this is..... a lot

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https://www.tumblr.com/tired-biscuit/737802103163174912/so-sorry-for-constantly-writing-about-one-1

insert massive question mark YOURE SORRY??!!!! never apologise !!!!! i’ve not watched a lick of naruto and yet i am completely obsessed with kiba are you kidding i genuinely check your account everyday you’re one of my tumblr celebrities i don’t think you understand your impact!!!

seriously the way you write is amazing and the way you characterise him so well i can imagine what he’s like in the show despite never watching it. you are one of 4 favourite writers over ao3 and tumblr and im deep in a LOT of fandoms.

keyboard smashed this so hard never apologise again 😡😡😡

🫧

PLS FIEJDJDJDJ

since you didn’t watch naruto, lemme be honest for a quick second and say that kiba is literally such a loser in canon; i love him to bits, I DO, but he is just a side character with like 10min of screentime in shippuden and he’s low-key such an asshole when you watch naruto for the first time and he is so impatient and annoying and stubborn and a lot and just AGHHH — he’s frustrating!!!!!!!

also, we basically know very little about him besides the couple personality traits, so i had to improvise a lot when writing my fics and had to ask myself a lot of “would he really do/say/etc that” questions so i fear my version of him might be a bit ooc sometimes but IDK!!!!!!! i’m working with what i’ve got and i had to come up with my own stuff to give him depth and more detailed characterization so i hope i didn’t mess it up too much!!!!! but i am so happy that you like the way i write him even though you didn’t watch the show, i appreciate it a loooot!!

but yeah, this is him…… m-my man (cries)

#biscuit mail #🫧 anon

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hi luvs. supporting sm because im the best out of all bestfriends-- anyway, as my first ever request to you, any domestic cute stupid dorky stuff with tsukasa? yapyapyapp i trust you that it'd be good. ♡

✧ domestic headcanons w/ tsukasa! ( tsukasa tenma x gn! reader ) reqs open for pjsk only, read my rules b4 requesting. i only write for the males btw.

fluff / crack, headcanon layout! ( a/n ; ang corni, ang corni, ang corni corni corni )

the time you moved in was.. questionable..!!! but that isn't the topic let's move on wwww living with tsukasa is.. you can say a hand full. but let me show you what it's full off!

living with tsukasa means loooots of spending time with the other tenma sibling as well. but not as much as tsukasa though! you and saki = bffs frfr. best wingwoman for both you and tsukasa. why is this suddenly turning into a saki x reader...

but anyway, living with tsukasa also means dancing or singing in his room wwwww. it doesn't matter if you don't know how, he's willing to teach you! for dancing.. it's really fun but really exhausting. don't worry! you both take a nap right after. for singing.. don't worry as well, he makes sure you don't break your vocal chords.

let's move on to nights with tsukasa. cuddles with him.. hmm.. there's nothing i really know about, but, one thing i know is he likes being the little spoon and small spoon <3. one alternative is him resting his chin on your head while one, or both of his arms are on your waist. never falls asleep until you do, but sometimes when he's really tired— he sleeps before you do.

oh— but late nights with him are better. why? because it means staying up with him on a weekend to watch ghibli movies. headcanon that tsukasa likes watching ghibli movies, looots of snacks too, but he makes sure it's not a lot, and that you have a balanced meal the next day.

look xin its your worst nightmare. cooking! but it's cooking with your lovely bf.. one word, chaos. he looks like he doesn't know shit about cooking, as long as it's edible it's okay, he says. but you're there to save the day! he's willing to learn too if it's you <3 baking with him is really funny as well, but i won't get into detail on that!

this also means being good friends with wxs, they always go to you to ask him how he's doing when he's not like his usual self. sometimes akito asks, "how tf do you put up with him?" and you reply with, "it's a 6th sense."

also— please try to understand he's pretty busy too. so you have to continue helping him and supporting him! if you don't, i will come to your home and commit arson.. if you do though, he wonders to god everyday on how he got you as an s/o <3

©miihai

#miihai works #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader

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teawinx · 2 years

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One of the things i really like about your reboot is how you want to focus more on the relationship between tge kwamis and their holders. Cannon kinda limits itself (ecept for plagg and tikki) with the whole temporary heroes stick. I'm especially excited to see how your alya interacts with trixx!

So my question of the day is:

How would you describe the dynamic between each holder and their kwamis? (you don't need to go into detail for each of your characters. I know that that would be a lpt of work)

However there is another thing I want to ask if I may...

So my BONUS question of the day is:

What is the relationship like between Marinette and Mullo (an tikki!)? Does Marinette interact differently with Mullo compared to Tikki? Do the kwamis get jealous of each other? Feel free to drop as much tea about them as you want to!

Yeah the kwamis could be the perfect way to delve into different aspects of each character. There are a loooot of various kwami human relationships, since the kwamis were all found and being used by various people. We'd be here all day, so I'll keep it to the main ones, okay? This is gonna be a long one!

Alya and her kwami seem to be very similar at first glance, with Trixx being 100% in on Alya's various schemes. But Trixx quickly realizes that Alya doesn't have any sense of self preservation when it comes to investigating and becomes the unwilling voice of reason. They are able to help Alya think things through more critically. Since Trixx very recently had a previous owner, their relationship with Alya starts out a bit rocky. Both Trixx and Alya have major trust issues, so sort through that together. Waizz is exactly who Nino needed at this point in his life. It's nice having someone who's very relaxed and willingly to lend an ear when he's feeling anxious or stressed. And Waizz sees Nino for who he is. People think Nino is some slacker with no real direction, but Waizz recognizes Nino as a fiercely loyal and loving friend. And Waizz just wants Nino to see that too, damn-it!

Chloe doesn't get to spend a lot of time with her kwami (at least as her holder) but the bond they share is close. Pollen, despite seemingly sweet and reserved, isn't afraid to speak her mind and tell Chloe when her behaviour is off (to mixed results). Chloe respects powerful women and Pollen is absolutely a powerful woman in her eyes. Pollen is very supportive of Chloe and her sports-star career but can clearly see the self-inflicted emotional and physical stress isn't good for her. Once she becomes Zoe's Kwami, the two are able to help Chloe choose to do what she actually wants to do, no what she's expected to do. Pollen and Zoe are very goofy together, with Zoe's immaturity rubbing off on her kwami a little too much. Which is when Chloe needs to bring them back down and to be serious. Bee girl trio rights.

Something that's gonna be very different is that the kwamis aren't a hivemind anymore. One by one Marinette collects them, rescuing some, recruiting others etc. But the kwamis will have spent around 100 years apart, so their perception of each other will have changed. Tikki and Plagg were the only ones really ever being used before, so they do have a sense of inflated self-importance, especially Tikki. And before the others would just follow her lead, but now that they've experienced more of life, they don't listen to her anymore. They've become independent. And Mullo is the wooooorst XD She loves Marinette and loves getting under Tikki's skin about it. The whole thing is to humble Tikki.

Tikki expects the very best from Marinette at all times, putting a lot of pressure on her holder. She can't take a step forward without Tikki breathing down her neck. The other kwami don't like it and take Marinette's defence, trying to convince Tikki to just let her live a little. Marinette also treats all the kwamis really well, making them a big dollhouse to live in with their own bedrooms, just somewhere nice to sleep instead of their boxes. And a private pool, obviously. Nice girl, we stan.

Marinette won't admit it, but she definitely feels more comfortable with Mullo than Tikki. She loves Tikki dearly, but she can be a lot sometimes. Mullo, by stark contrast, is very chill and she can be relaxed and messy and not perfect around her. Buuut Mullo isn't very good at giving good advice (she's really good at BAD advice though), she's quite immature and doesn't take things seriously.

Bit rambly and unfocused, but I hope this was interesting!

(I didn't include the relationships between my three ocs and their kwamis. I understand that OCs aren't really what people are here for, so I skipped them)

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug reboot #miraculous ladybug rewrite

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tearose26 · 1 year

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Lockwood and co fic recs

Since I’ve spent way too much time trawling tumblr and ao3 drowning myself in lockwood and co related content, I might as well do my bit for the fandom and put out a fic rec list.

I’m definitely a locklyle-focused reader, but there’s a loooot of fic out there that sacrifice characterisation for romantic scenes or are have a narrative voice with the melodrama pitched way too high. The following are fic that I find myself rereading. (Note that I have not looked at fanfiction.net or wattpad, the latter of which frankly scares me a little).

bending at the heart of me by lady_mab

Lucy/Lockwood, Oneshot, 4,039 words

Lucy and Lockwood’s outing at the Fittes Halloween ball is interrupted by Lockwood getting his drink spiked

Really great characterisation and dialogue; if the romance was dialed down, it could very well be a scene from the TV show or books

I love the lived-in domesticity of their interactions, and how there is very clearly a romantic tension running underneath that threatens to surface, but they stay in that delicious space of not-quite pursuing it

take pride in what is sure to die by the_one_that_fell

Lucy/Kipps (platonic), 4 chapters (so far), 12,305 words

Book 3 spoilers for Chapters 3 and 4

Not a locklyle fic yet probably my favourite Lockwood and co fic??

Kipps spots Lucy having a drink at the pub and the two unwittingly find themselves bonding over losing people at their work

The implications of the worldbuilding in the show are absolutely ripe for fanfic to come in and explore, and this one does that, specifically for the question “How do young people cope with the trauma of ghost hunting?”

I love watching these two learning to worry about and look out for each other, and the added details about Kat, Bobby and the Portland Rowe crew are a delight

Will have you laughing one moment then swiftly stab you in the chest the next

Haute Couture by bubblesodatea

Lucy/Lockwood, 9 chapters (complete), 52,217 words

Book 3 spoiler characters present

Fashion AU! Lockwood is a up-and-rising model, Lucy is a fashion reporter, George is a photographer, and Holly and Kipps run a fashion house

Fashion shows, parties and social media shenanigans ensue!

In full seriousness, this is a really excellent, lovingly-detailed execution of the AU

Everyone is an adult living in a modern, ghostless world, and hence are less sharp-edged and traumatised, but the characters are still recognisably themselves

Lovely slowburn romance between Lockwood and Lucy as they go from tentative friendship to something more

Easily done by The_Biscuit_Agreement

Gen, Oneshot, 1391 words

I’m just gonna copy the summary, which really tells you all you need to know:

"We are containing the source," Lockwood told her. Lucy shook her head, going to lift the net off her face. "We don't even know where the source is," she returned. "We do. Trust me," Lockwood replied. "I ate it," George said, sheepishly.

it’s the house telling you to close its eyes by halfahint

Lucy/Lockwood, Oneshot, 4,144 words

Lockwood keeps sleepwalking into Lucy’s attic bedroom

Despite the tropey premise, the execution is realistic, careful and full of the gentle warmth and tenderness from the TV show

I love watching the two slowly size each other up, exchange vulnerabilities and delicately dance around the question of what they mean to each other

#lockwood and co

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