Since you mentioned Cecil's conversation with Nolan in season 4, i was reminded of the one in season 1 when Cecil said Nolan was his friend. Do you think he meant that, or what that was like?
Oh man! What a tasty question. Lemme yap a bit and see if I get anywhere :D
Whenever Cecil throws out apparently vulnerable statements like that in key moments, there's this inherent ambiguity in whether he's being honest or not, which is delightfully crunchy. Naturally, I think he can be both-- honest, in that he did consider Nolan an asset worth cultivating, who he came to trust enough to depend on him to have the Earth's best interests in mind, and yes, possibly even enough to open up to him a bit over the years and nudge him closer to the category of 'friend' rather than a bland 'acquaintance'-- and also blatantly lying on the depth of that supposed friendship, because at that point he's prioritizing seeking Nolan's weak points, soft point, the places he can hurt Nolan enough to delay or stop his attack. Cecil has and absolutely will continue putting his own dignity and safety through the meatgrinder if it means the Earth can spin on a few seconds more.
Me, personally? I think probably in canon Cecil and Nolan were more begrudgingly respectful of one another. From what I understand Nolan was always a hero on his own terms, he never worked for the GDA officially, so Cecil was never actually his boss, and that probably annoyed the hell out of Cecil who is a control freak. But it also probably earned him Cecil's genuine respect, since he has stated before he respects people who can tell him no to his face and continue trying to save the Earth in their own way. And I think Nolan did also respect Cecil in turn, as this powerless human who consistently went above and beyond in defense of his planet-- The respect shared between soldiers of foreign countries now fighting on the same front, vibe. But Cecil's control freak tendencies probably annoyed him a lot over the years. Tested his self restraint. I wonder how many bugs and cameras Nolan crushed, spies and wannabe slick folks he scared off, having detected they were Cecil's plants. "Gotta keep the door open," Cecil would say with a shameless 'what can you do' shrug everytime he gets caught and confronted, and Nolan would find that obnoxious in the way you might find it obnoxious that your cat keeps scratching at the door to your room when it's nighttime and they KNOW they're not supposed to come in, but they gotta keep testing the limits 'cause they're a cat and they want something and you're not giving it to them.
Probable canon aside and leaning hard into self indulgent fan canon, I also really dig the idea of Cecil and Nolan being actual friends. Maybe even like Art and Nolan were friends? Started out being strictly work-related, but over the years it became sharing a beer every now and again. Having Cecil over to the house... Debbie and Cecil casually bonding via bitching about their clients/coworkers.... Cecil watching Mark grow up and being to him like a cool weird uncle you always kind of assumed was doing some shady government work but never knew the exact details of........ what if Cecil/Nolan/Debbie is what I'm getting at!!!! A multishipper can dream!! xD
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I like how itztlacoliuhqui because In some myths he's a representation of the morning star, an avatar of the feathered serpent, or Quetzalcoatl but when he got shot by the arrow he descended to the underworld and became the twisted obsidian blade, or almost like an avatar of Tezcatlipoca....... So it's really cool how these gods just kinda mesh together
Yeah it's insane how every time I do research on him I find a new deity who is also at least partially Tezcatlipoca. Even he and Quetzalcoatl have been called the same titles.
Since you asked for prompts, how about William having to step onto objects to be as tall as his wife? Naturally, that's only a suggestion that will hopefully please you :)
and please me it certainly did!!!! I had a lot of fun drawing this and I hope it brings some joy to you as well :3
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What’s up is that I can’t stop thinking about making Steven feel better after a shitty day at his work like he comes home and he’s all huffing bc his boss bitched at him and you just. You know? Let me make you feel good Steven babyyyy
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Warning: This contains s m u t. Minors DNI, please.
How did you get here, Steven splayed out under you with your cunt swallowing his cock?
It's a funny story, really.
He'd come home huffing and puffing after a long day at work, his face pinched in irritation.
"I don't know what it is," Steven said, hands flying animatedly with a fork in hand, "but Donna hates me. Can you believe the old bat took a customer's side over mine? The bloke said I was overcharging him for a bookmark! A bloody bookmark! Donna's the one who set the price in the first place!"
"I don't understand…why would she do that?" You questioned with a frown. The number of stories you've heard about that woman was vast and far too many to count.
"It's hard to say," he stabbed the fork into the veggie lasagna you'd made for dinner, pushing the contents around his plate, "I'm not exactly sure what her issue is with me."
You watched the irritation grow like an infection over his soft features, twisting them to the point where you thought he would cry. His eyes glossed over with unshed tears before he put his fork down, furiously wiping his eyes with a fist. The sight nearly broke your heart.
"My poor baby," you cooed, pushing your plate aside, "I hate seeing you like this." You stood, circling the small dining table to lean against him, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders, the other cradling his head. He leaned into your touch, eyes downcast and long lashes wet.
You soothed him with gentle noises, peppering little kisses over his brow.
"I'm sorry, love," he sniffled, “I don’t mean to get all sad on you. I’ve ruined dinner, haven’t I?” His brown eyes gazed up at you, large and sad. You smiled, letting the pad of your thumb run over his lower lip.
“You didn't ruin dinner,” you placed another gentle kiss over his mess of curls, “you have every right to express how you’re feeling.” He sighed, snuggling you close by wrapping his arms around you.
"I love you." He mumbled into your side, the words disappearing into the fabric of your shirt.
"I love you, too." You smiled, resting your chin over his head, relishing in the scent that was uniquely Steven.
You felt his fingers gently trail down the expanse of your back, resting his hand at the dip. There was nothing sexual about the action, Steven was just a handsy person, seeking relief and comfort through touch alone.
Or maybe you were wrong about that.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Steven finally spoke.
"Dove?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you think…" he pulled away from you, firmly planting his hands on your hips and keeping his eyes trained on the small strip of visible skin, "Do you think we could…?" Steven slowly slipped a finger into the waistband of your shorts, pulling it back and letting it gently snap back against your skin.
"Oh, you need a distraction, do you?" You hummed, feigning disinterest until you broke out in laughter at the pout that threatened his lips. Without further hesitation you removed your shirt, tossing it somewhere in the mess of his flat, your shorts following after. "Of course, if that's what my baby wants."
"Please." He whispered, his gaze trailing over your form with adoration. You had nothing special on, just a basic gray sports bra and panties, but he always looked at you like you were beyond human comprehension, something special that only he (and Marc…and Jake) could have.
In a matter of minutes, you had him sitting on the couch with his pants down to his ankles and his patterned button-down shirt pushed up to expose his midriff. His pretty eyes were lidded, mouth slightly ajar as you moved up and down on his cock in a dance you both knew well.
“Mmm…fuuuck, d’you hear t-that, love?” Steven pants, his thick fingers gripping your hips with a force you’ve recently discovered he had, “d’you hear h-how wet you are?”
You’ve also recently discovered how filthy he can be with his words, not that you were complaining.
“Mhmm,” your eyes fluttered as you were now acutely aware of the obscene noises your pussy was making as it leaked all over his thick cock, “all for you, baby.” You were pretty sure his balls were now completely drenched with your juices.
You looked down at him, like really looked at him, and felt he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. You wanted to see him that way forever, in the midst of pleasure, panting and begging you to keep going.
“I-I love you,” he moaned, gripping your face with both hands and bringing you down for a sloppy kiss, “w-wanna be inside y-you all the time. Would y-you let me, d-dove? I p-promise to always be good for you.”
“Mm, Steven, f-fuck, baby,” you leaned your brow against his, “your gonna make me come if you keep talking like that.” Steven trailed his large hands over your shoulders and down to your breasts, kneading the flesh through the bra before landing back on your hips.
“K-keep going,” he panted, guiding you faster over his cock, the thick head jamming into where you want it to hit the most. You followed his lead, lifting yourself up till the head of his cock almost slipped out, before slamming yourself down again.
“Oh my God,” you choked as you threw your head back and closed your eyes. It was like seeing the galaxy behind your lids, an endless abyss of pure pleasure and chaos all at once. “J-just wanna make you h-happy, Steven, baby.”
Steven’s breath comes out in quick bursts, your words causing him to activate his feral side—primal and filthy. He pounded and pounded up into you until his hips stuttered and his eyes rolled so far back it seemed like they would stay that way.
“I’m com—” The words died in his throat before he let out a guttural groan, his fingers digging painfully into your hips. He shot his load into you as you felt your own release, your fingers lost in the mass of his curls when you came and screamed your pleasure to the heavens.
You slumped over him, chest heaving almost in unison with his. You were barely aware of his hand trailing down your spine, or his spend leaking from your pulsating cunt, dirtying you both.
“Steven,” you sighed, “that was…”
“Amazing,” he finished, dragging his nose over the contours of your face lovingly, “bloody amazing, love.”
“Are you feeling better, baby?” You squeezed your pussy and felt his cock twitch inside of you. Steven hummed, nodding his head lazily with his eyes closed.
what’s you Licorice village lore, I am very curious
So, my most refined and up to date version of my DIY Licorice village lore still plays heavily on the cookies evolving from the Licorice Sea.
My idea as of now is that they are an evolved version of the larger licorice creatures we see as enemies in the cacao kingdom, that, as they evolved, could take off their skin and appear cookie-like, kind of like selkies.
As those cookies became more sentient, they eventually moved into land and made a village near the sea. Then capitalized on seafood and medicinal products as their main exports, as I imagine the village having many apothecaries.
I imagine the villages downfall is a result of the black wall being built and limiting trade, combined with a general distaste for licorice creature cookies and fear of the still wild and distant relatives (the enemies we fight in game.)
