#[ ic ] enduring the island.

[jesslovesboats]

I guess it's time to start moving some content from twt over here! For those who don't know me, I'm a public librarian with a special interest in polar and nautical history, and I love nothing more than connecting readers with good books. I've managed to convert some friends to my way of thinking, and one of them coined the phrase "sad boat books" to describe the types of books that I'm always reading and recommending. Here is my first list of sad boat books-- I can personally vouch for all of them!

New to sad boat? Start here to see if it’s for you!

Endurance by Alfred Lansing

Madhouse at the End of the Earth by Julian Sancton

The Worst Journey in the World- The Graphic Novel Volume 1: Making Our Easting Down adapted by Sarah Airriess from the book by Apsley Cherry-Garrard

Frozen in Time: The Fate of the Franklin Expedition by Owen Beattie and John Geiger

Terra Nova, A GREAT first expedition!

The Worst Journey in the World- The Graphic Novel Volume 1: Making Our Easting Down adapted by Sarah Airriess from the book by Apsley Cherry-Garrard

The Worst Journey in the World by Apsley Cherry-Garrard

A First Rate Tragedy by Diana Preston

Robert Falcon Scott Journals- Captain Scott’s Last Expedition by Robert Falcon Scott

“I Love Ernest Shackleton” starter pack

Endurance by Alfred Lansing

Shackleton’s Boat Journey by Frank Worsley

The Endurance by Caroline Alexander

“I Hate Ernest Shackleton” starter pack

The Lost Men by Kelly Tyler-Lewis

Polar Castaways by Richard McElrea and David Harrowfield

Roald Roald Roald!

The Last Viking: The Life of Roald Amundsen by Stephen Bown

The South Pole by Roald Amundsen

The Last Place on Earth by Roland Huntford*

*DISCLAIMER: this guy hates Captain Scott and gets most of the Scott details wrong, read for Roald only!

The Franklin Expedition

Frozen in Time: The Fate of the Franklin Expedition by Owen Beattie and John Geiger

Erebus by Michael Palin

May We Be Spared to Meet on Earth: Letters of the Lost Franklin Expedition edited by Russell A. Potter, Regina Koellner, Peter Carney, and Mary Williamson

Non-polar sad boats

The Bounty by Caroline Alexander

Batavia’s Graveyard by Mike Dash

The Perfect Storm by Sebastian Junger

In The Heart of the Sea by Nathaniel Philbrick

Sometimes a sad balloon can be a sad boat

The Expedition by Bea Uusma

The Ice Balloon by Alec Wilkinson

Karluk/Wrangel Island, the expeditions of my heart

Empire of Ice and Stone: The Disastrous and Heroic Voyage of the Karluk by Buddy Levy

The Ice Master by Jennifer Niven

The Karluk’s Last Voyage by Robert A. Bartlett

The Last Voyage of the Karluk: A Survivor’s Memoir of Arctic Disaster by William Laird McKinlay

Ada Blackjack: A True Story of Survival in the Arctic by Jennifer Niven

Miscellaneous sad boat books that are well worth your time

The Ship Beneath the Ice: The Discovery of Shackleton’s Endurance by Mensun Bound

In The Kingdom of Ice: The Grand and Terrible Polar Voyage of the USS Jeannette by Hampton Sides

Madhouse at the End of the Earth by Julian Sancton

Alone on the Ice: The Greatest Survival Story in the History of Exploration by David Roberts

Labyrinth of Ice: The Triumphant and Tragic Greely Polar Expedition by Buddy Levy

If you read and enjoy any of these, please let me know!

#reader's advisory #sad boat #sad boat books #polar exploration #nautical history #read this

[charliehoennam]

the dinner party

A/N: Filling out this request. Enjoy!

Pairing: David Loki x F!reader

Summary: David and his girl spice things up at her boss's annual dinner party.

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ ONLY. Language, unprotected p in v sex (wrap your willy, kids), oral play, cumplay, not proofread

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Parties in general were David’s least favorite things. He rarely gets time off and the last thing he wants to do is spend it sharing you with people he doesn’t know.

Sure, they were your co-workers and superiors and he trusted you more than anyone in the world. But you looked way too sexy to be at this stupid dinner party.

He wanted to have you to himself tonight. He didn’t want to socialize; his social meter was already naturally low and he’d been there for almost half an hour now, enduring the small talk with the strangers you introduced him to and all their invasive questions about the job he mostly just didn’t want to think about.

You noticed his discomfort when he excused himself to get more wine after one of the most obnoxious guys of your workplace asked him what the most disturbing thing he’d seen on the job was.

It was disturbing for a reason and he wished he could forget it.

“Uhm, that’s rather a hard question to answer. Guess I’ve just seen too much” David answered curtly. “Excuse me, I ran out of fuel” he confirmed raising his glasses.

You co-workers laughed it off with his little joke, but you knew he wasn’t trying be funny, so you followed him into your boss’s kitchen.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t-“ you started, regretting that you had dragged him along.

“Not your fault, babe. People are just assholes sometimes.”

“Just 30 more minutes? I don’t wanna be here anymore than you do, but I have to. You know how my boss is. He takes it personal if we don’t show up. I don’t wanna be iced out at work.”

“What if I planted drugs in his house?” he smirked picking at the charcutarie board on the kitchen island to pop some salami into his mouth. “Ooh, that’s good salami. I think that’s salami, at least.”

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Of course, I am. But he is a douche. I’d be doing you a favor.”

“I couldn’t agree more, but this job pays for all the sexy lingerie I wear for you.” You smirked filling up both your glasses. “And the hours are really flexible too.”

“Almost as flexible as you” he smirked back idling around the kitchen. “I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise. I know it’s important. It’s just fucking boring as shit. If I have to hear your boss talk about his Italian inspiration for the house, my head might actually explode. I can literally feel the vein in my head throb every time he says ‘venetian’.”

You chortled with a sip of your wine.

“I know he’s a lot to handle, but it’s just for 30 minutes. And I already introduced you to everyone, so we can just hang out with my friends out back until then. They’re pretty normal, like us.”

“I can’t believe it’s only been half an hour. It feels like it’s been at least 3 hours.”

“What can I do to make it easier hm?” you smiled rubbing your palm against his chest.

“Well…” he smirked lowering his gaze to scan your body. He loved how your black dress hugged your curves just perfectly. “There is one thing that would make me really happy. You know I have a sweet tooth, right?”

You narrowed your eyes with a mirroring smirk.

“You want dessert already?”

“It’s the best part of the course, if you ask me.”

“Fine. But we gotta keep it quiet” you nodded with a mischievous smile.

"Wait. Are you serious?" he asked in disbelief. He didn't think you'd actually agree.

"Yeah, I am. This party is a total dud. I wouldn't be here unless I had to. Might as well make it fun," you smiled nonchalantly, dipping your fingertip into your wine and dabbed the red liquid on his white shirt.

“Hey! What’d you do that for?”

“You’re a cop, David. Rule number one: always have an alibi. And I’m not gonna ruin my dress. It was more expensive than your shirt.”

“Ey, I paid 10 dollars for this shirt at the good-will.”

“My point exactly,” you smirked taking his hand to lead him out of the kitchen and back into the crowd. “You’re such a klutz, Davy. Let’s try to get you cleaned up.”

Fighting back the excited smile was hard to do as you led him to the upstairs floor. Running off to a secret place to do secret things had you both feeling like young teenagers in love again.

“Yeah, ” he smirked with suspicious eyes squinted at you as you weaved through the crowd of employees. "Accident happen."

If there was one thing David loved more than you and his job, it was going down on you. And, if that wasn't enough already, it was one of the many things that he excelled at.

"C'mere, beautiful" he smirked turning you around once you'd locked the door.

His hands snaked around your hips as lips collided with you in a feverish kiss, hiking up your dress. Your lower back met with the marble countertop of the sink in the lavish bathroom.

David opened his eyes to look at the reflection of your ass, beautifully on display in your black lace panties.

"You look so pretty, baby" he groaned at the twitching of his hidden cock.

Your cheeks bloomed with warmth as praises spewed from his mouth.

Once his knees met the floor, he wasted no time getting to work. David loved seeing you in black lace. He loved your pussy even more.

His moans were muffled as he buried his mouth over your clothed cunt, nose rubbing and circling your sensitive nub as he inhaled your delicious scent.

"Got this pretty pussy all dressed up for me too huh?" he asked with a devilish gleam in his eyes.

His hot breath and warm tongue nuzzling your cunt had your panties growing wetter and wetter with a combination of his saliva and your slick.

You moaned as your hand reached for his head, legs welcoming his mouth as you sat back on the edge of the countertop.

With a hand wrapped around your thigh, he hooked a finger under the lacy fabric and pulled it to the side in order to display your juicy cunt to him.

"Ain't nothing sweeter than this right here."

His open mouth quickly latched onto your exposed pussy. His tongue eagerly licked up the sopping mess that only flooded from your spongy walls.

His thumb circled over your delicate clit as his tongue stroked over your plushy folds up and down, over and over again, sending electricity throughout your body and curling your toes.

The sticky sounds of your incredibly wet cunt and his mouth along with David's expertly technique altering from your pussy, down to your puckering asshole, had your head hanging back. Heat burned in your cheeks as you wondered if anyone could hear you from the outside.

David's eyes were locked on your contorting reaction, coming undone with your mouth hung open in an ecstasy only he could provide. So desperate for your release, you ground your hips against his face, caressing his head of luscious hair as you chased your high.

Your spine arched forward as you relished every greedy movement of his flickering tongue, panting when his thumb slowly sped up its circling over your tender clit.

David's low chuckle at your frantic chase for climax sent chills over your hot skin.

"D-Dave, I-I'm gonna-" you gasped, trying your best to stay as quiet as you possibly could.

"Cum for me," he ordered adding more pressure and speed to his teasing thumb.

The blinding white light of sheer pleasure rippled through your body, letting it tremble under his unyielding mouth. Despite your attempt to shut your thighs, he chuckled darkly as he forced them apart, pushing you further back and folding you over on the countertop until your knees met your chest and your back met the cold surface of the mirror behind you.

“Look at this pretty pussy, all soaked just for me.”

With a teeth baring grin, his long fingers glided easily between your slick folds, toying with the sensitive mound of flesh.

“Came so good for me, didn’t you? Gonna let me taste it?”

You nodded eagerly at him unable to speak with heavy breaths, trying to ease yourself from your newfound high.

“Be a good girl and spread your pussy for me then" he ordered politely quickly bringing your hands under your thighs to pull your pussy apart to hold it open yourself in the raunchiest way.

“Atta girl” he grinned maliciously.

His tongue shoved into your soaked hole, delving deeper and deeper into your open cunt. David was addicted to your pussy, to your taste. He loved how wet you could get, how much of a mess you could make just for him to see.

You watched as he fucked you with his tongue, lapping at your pulsing walls as he impatiently licked for every single drop.

"Baby, fuck me. Please. I need your cock in me so fucking bad right now" you begged, reminded by his tongue of his dick.

He didn't hesitate for a single moment before unbuckling his black pants to let his throbbing dick bounce freely from its confines. He spat into his hand and wrapped it around his cock to give it a few tugs, eyes hungrily staring your gaping pussy.

"Jesus fucking Christ" he groaned as the saliva and his pre-cum mixed and coated his heavy cock.

Aligning his heavy tip´to your welcoming pussy, he slid it up and down your swollen slippery lips to gather your slick. You hissed as he tapped it over your sensitive clit, making your hips buck as they chased his cock eager to fill up your pussy with his sizeable dick.

He would've teased you far more if he hadn't remembered where you were, so instead, his tip slipped past your folds and into your warm wet cunt.

He pushed in and pulled out slowly at first, to wet his dick enough until he could glide in and out of you with ease. You both watched completely hypnotized by your pussy lips wrapped around his heavy member with a shiny glazed hug.

"Keep this pussy open for me, baby girl. Take it all in. I know you can take it."

You felt so wonderfully full and stretched with his thick, long cock slowly moving inside you. Every ridge and vein of it massaged your walls in the perfect way, eliciting even more wetness from your body.

"Ah, fuck" he growled lowly unable to tease.

He needed to cum so badly. His dick was already throbbing and aching for release. Not to mention that eventually someone would knock on the door or come looking for you.

His belt buckle jingled as his hips began to piston against yours. His large hands moved to your chest, pulling your bra and dress to watch your breasts bounce freely with his every thrust.

"Ain't gonna last long like this, baby" he panted softly as he mumbles against the smooth calf of your leg.

He pounded balls deep into you quickly, watching your slick lips squelch around his cock as the sounds of wet slapping skin echoed softly in the bathroom.

It was just too much for him. Your perfectly drenched pussy hugging his cock beautifully, his balls smacking around your ass cheeks, your breasts jiggling to his rhythm.

It all overwhelmed him, bringing him to finally cum heavily into your womb.

Your walls squeezed around his cock, milking him of every single drop until he had to force him to pull out from the oversensitivity of it.

A couple of strands of his pearly white cum squirted over your lips as he gave his final couple strokes to his sensitive tip, aimed at your gaping pussy hole to fill it to the brim.

He smirked proudly as he admired his white load inside your cunt, overflowing like a waterfall from your used pussy and down to your pulsing asshole.

"You're gonna keep this pussy just like this, alright?" he smiled darkly as he gently moved your lacy black panties to cover your cunt and soak in all your - and his - juices.

"No cleaning up. I want to feel it when you walk around out there."

#david loki x reader #david loki x y/n #david loki x you #jake gyllenhaal #detective loki #detective david loki #detective loki x reader #detective loki smut #david loki prisoners

[ooffmlsorry]

Hiii congrats for 100 followers!! ❤️ For the event, can I request Ace x reader with the prompt "mistletoe? how corny..." I think it would fit him haha ❤️

Eeeeee!! Of course I can and I so agree he’s such a goofball! Thanks so much for the congratulations! I really hope you like it! Mwah! 😘

A/N: I use the nickname "firefly" which I saw in a post by @eelnoise, just wanted to say I didn't come up with that but it's the perfect pet name, especially because it's gn.

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Ace never liked winter. Most winter islands were barren and hostile. The cold buried people in layers, bullied them into their homes and hovels, suppressed by a natural—and sometimes unnatural—force of nature that they could do nothing against but endure. When snow came to the Goa Kingdom, he remembered it being the same. There was only so much he and his brothers could do outside of the mountain bandits home before they were freezing their little asses off and forced to retreat. 

Even with the mera mera no mi, he doesn’t like the cold. The winter air feels off on his skin because of his devil fruit. It reminds him of getting stitched after a numbing agent has been applied to his skin—knowing that part of him is being tugged but he can’t feel the pain. Winter puts Ace in a bad mood. 

The crew of the Moby Dick knew this, and like any family would, they tried to distract their brother to the best of their ability. And hey, if they benefited from it a little, then so what? Around the ship you could hear:

“Hey Ace! You mind taking care of that ice up ahead?!” 

“Bet you could heat this frozen barrel up in no time, right Fire Fist!”

“Do you mind helping us clear ice off the deck?” 

You sat on one of the cold, wooden benches, bundled up in layers with a mug of hot tea clutched close to your chest. Ace had something for you, something he’d never seen before, he said, but he couldn’t just give it to you and let you open it in peace. 

“That’s not how it works, y/n,” he had said earlier in the day. His fingers dug in a little as they rubbed up and down your arms, dragging his warm hands over your skin. His eyes always sparkle when he looks at you. There are stars up there in those eyes. Whenever you tell him so, he reminds you you’re the one that put them there. 

“Not how it works?” You raised an eyebrow. 

He smirks at you. His hands started to heat up as his cheeks turned a little bit pink. “I have to be there with you,” he said teasingly. Ace leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips, then pulled away just before your lips could meet. “I think someone’s calling my name, sweetheart.” 

You watched in shock, blinking in utter surprise when Ace snickered and sauntered away. (In all honesty, you didn’t know the man had enough restraint to not kiss you.)

Needless to say, your interest was piqued. What kind of gift requires two people? What had Ace found for you on his last mission? Ace always returned with something for you and you kept every single gift. Every seashell, scarf, flower, book, necklace, or trinket from him you saved in a now-empty tin of cookies he got you long before you started dating. All of Ace’s gifts were special, no matter how insignificant he thought they were. 

You watched Ace help brush melted slush off the ship. Your eyes met and he smiled broadly, sticking his tongue out at you. A soft smile spread across your face. How could a man that thought of you every day, that loved his crew so selflessly, be anything but good? How could you not have fallen in love with him? 

As if Ace knew what you were thinking, he stopped. The broom stilled in his arms. His gaze on you burned across your body. Ace turned to his crew member, Barry, and said something to him that you couldn’t hear. You did, however, hear the boisterous laughter that erupted from Barry. Ace picked up some slush and pelted him with it in retaliation. 

He shook his head and wiped snow off the sleeve of his jacket. “Young love,” he said. “Ain’t nothing like it.”  

Red bloomed under Ace’s freckles and his shoulders raised up to his ears. It was adorable seeing him suddenly look as bashful as a school boy as he walked over to you. By the time he got to you, he looked more like himself. 

“All done?” 

“Sure am, firefly.” Ace took the mug from your hands and placed it down on the table. He wrapped his arms around you. Even through your coat, you could feel Ace’s body already begin to warm yours. Your head rested on his bare chest, the jacket he wore was unzipped. For a moment you savored the rumble of his voice through his ribs, the sound of his heart beating strong and loud underneath skin and muscle. 

“I don’t think I’ve told you today how gorgeous you are,” he said. 

“You did,” you said. “You woke up in the middle of night, called me gorgeous and passed out again.” 

“Sounds like me,” he said.

You breathed in the scent of a hearth and the sea, and sighed as you exhaled. “Ready to—AAAH!!” 

Cold. 

Cold was the first thing you felt as slush ice slid down the bare skin of your back, trapped between your body and your now freezing, wet shirt. 

Before you can stop Ace he’s leapt over the bench and took off running, cackling as he made his escape. “Oh you son of a—” You grabbed the nearest handful of melted snow. All your shock and annoyance melted into glee at the panicked look on your boyfriend’s face. “I’m gonna get your ass!” You yelled and took off after him. 

Slipping and sliding on the deck, you weaved between tables and crew members. Cold wind whipped through your hair, whistling in your ears, and stinging your eyes. You followed the sound of Ace’s commotion, stumbled down the stairs and through the hall after him. Your and his laughter echoed behind you. 

Finally, you caught up to Ace who was standing still under the frame of his bedroom. It didn’t occur to you to wonder why he wasn’t still running from you. You were having too much fun. At this point the already melted slush in your hands had turned into water, there was nothing you could do but forcefully smack your cold, wet hand against his chest as you collided with him. 

“HA! I got you!” 

Ace’s arm wrapped around your waist to keep you both from failing. The man hadn’t even flinched.

“Did you? Did you really?” He said, grinning down at you. “It felt more like you were trying to splash me.”

You looked up at him, your lips pushed out in an exaggerated pout. “I can’t believe you did that! Now I’m cold and wet.” 

“Well, I can fix one of those things.” You almost instantly feel warmer as Ace begins to heat up. “I thought this would be more fun than just asking you to come down here,” he said. His hand cups your face softly. The hot calluses on Ace’s hands trail over your skin, gentle and tender enough to make you forget everything that led up to this. He tilts your face to look above him at the green sprig hanging above his door. 

You stare at the beautiful green color of the leaves and the red berries hanging delicately like pearls. Was this the gift? Had Ace really never seen mistletoe before? You pictured Ace coming across the flower on his last mission, maybe in the wild, but more likely someone selling it and being absolutely mystified by the tradition. 

So cute!

"Mistletoe?” You chuckle. “How corny…”

His shoulders slumped slightly. “I should’ve known you’d know what it is,” he said. His eyes no longer met yours. “I thought I’d be surprising you…”

You hardly gave him a chance to be disappointed, sliding your hands up his chest to drape over his shoulders before he could step away. “You don’t need to surprise me. You’re special enough all on your own, Portgas D. Ace.” You twirled your fingers around the tips of his jet black locks and felt him melt a little underneath your touch. “I would have you just as you are.” 

“How did I get so lucky?” Ace mumbled more to himself than to you. You didn’t know who he was asking, and it didn’t matter. You were exactly where you wanted to be. Ace looked at you, his eyes glimmered slightly. The love so plain in his eyes made your stomach flutter. “So if you know what is,” he said softly, “then I can bet you know what comes next?” 

Ace pressed his lips to your almost reverently, cherishing the feeling of your lips against his. Your eyes flutter shut and you enjoy the familiar bliss of his touch. Your fingers curled in his hair slid up to the base of his scalp to urge him on. Ace licked into your mouth as he pushed you up against the frame of the door, the wood pressed between your shoulder blades. When you pulled away you were both breathless with matching smiles on your faces. 

“I love you, Ace,” you said. 

And then he kissed you again. 

#one piece x reader #ace x reader #portgas d ace #one piece x you #100 followers winter event #portgas d ace x reader #one piece fluff #portgas ace x reader

[asongoficeandfiresource]

Nagga had been the first sea dragon, the mightiest ever to rise from the waves. She fed on krakens and leviathans and drowned whole islands in her wrath, yet the Grey King had slain her and the Drowned God had changed her bones to stone so that men might never cease to wonder at the courage of the first of kings. Nagga's ribs became the beams and pillars of his longhall, just as her jaws became his throne. For a thousand years and seven he reigned here, Aeron recalled. Here he took his mermaid wife and planned his wars against the Storm God. From here he ruled both stone and salt, wearing robes of woven seaweed and a tall pale crown made from Nagga's teeth. But that was in the dawn of days, when mighty men still dwelt on earth and sea. The hall had been warmed by Nagga's living fire, which the Grey King had made his thrall. On its walls hung tapestries woven from silver seaweed most pleasing to the eyes. The Grey King's warriors had feasted on the bounty of the sea at a table in the shape of a great starfish, whilst seated upon thrones carved from mother-of-pearl. Gone, all the glory gone. Men were smaller now. Their lives had grown short. The Storm God drowned Nagga's fire after the Grey King's death, the chairs and tapestries had been stolen, the roof and walls had rotted away. Even the Grey King's great throne of fangs had been swallowed by the sea. Only Nagga's bones endured to remind the ironborn of all the wonder that had been. -- AFFC

A Song of Ice and Fire Calendar 2024 || the Grey King by Justin Sweet

#grey king #house greyjoy #iron islands #asoiaf #asoiafedit #asoiaf art #justin sweet #official art

[stop-talking]

So I guess I should do an intro post / fanfic masterlist

Hi.

• I'm 20 yrs old, she/her, and obsessed with Josh Hutcherson. (Mike & Futturman especially have my heart)

• I'm new to writing, but I read like crazy and spend 90% of my time daydreaming up little stories about my favorite characters. Just using Tumblr as an outlet to get those little stories to the world.

• Feel free to request any fanfic related to a jhutch character. I'm most comfortable writing for Mike, Futturman, and Derek, but I'm willing to try to write for other characters. (Minus Peeta. Thinking about the Hunger Games makes me unreasonably sad & I'm not sure I know his character well enough to do him justice.)

My Works

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✩ Mike Schmidt:

You're his ex, but he's desperate for a babysitter. (18+)

Exactly what it sounds like. His babysitter goes missing, but he can't leave Abby home alone. Unfortunately, he's broke as fuck, and can't afford to pay someone to watch her. So... he calls you. He'll endure your bitchy attitude and relentless teasing if it means his sister will be safe. Somewhere along the way, endure turns to enjoy.

Fem reader; 10k words (total)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

No Abby, we're not getting ice cream.

Silly little one-off about the average shopping trip for Mike and Abby. He's just trying to get things for dinner, but Abby has other plans. Just Mike being the single mother that he is.

Mike's POV; 1.2k words

Read here

Open wide (18+)

Mike hasn't been to the dentist since he was a kid, but with his new job, and health insurance... he really has no excuse not to. One problem, though. He doesn't remember the experience being so... erotic? Is he insane, or is the attractive, young, dental assistant... hitting on him?

Gender-neutral reader; 2.8k words

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Sleepless Nights

Abby is sure something's up with her brother. He's always been tired, sure, but ever since the events at Freddy's... well, he's gotten a lot worse. The stubborn man won't let her help, so she convinces him she's the one in need of comfort.

Abby's POV; 500 words

Read here

Gender-neutral reader; 2.8k words

✩ Derek Danforth:

So I'm stuck on this shithole island, and I can't even have a smoke? (18+)

You're hired by his mother as a last resort to try and get him sober. Alone with just him for three weeks, your job is to rehabilitate him.

Unfortunately, Derek sees you as his personal chef, maid, and whore. You flat-out refuse at first, but well, after so many days of only interacting with each other... The lines are a little blurred. something-to-lovers. It's complicated.

Fem reader; 22.9k words total (so far)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (Part 8 coming soon)

Derek sending you nudes while you're at work (blurb) (18+)

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Older; not Wiser (18+)

Derek isn't the type to entertain 20-year-olds. Really, he's not. That is, until one falls right into his lap. Literally.

You're just so sweet and fun, how could he ever dream of saying no when you ask him to show you a good time?

Part 1 (Part 2 coming soon)

fem reader; 2.5k words

✩ Josh Futturman:

Win for me ♡ (18+)

You're tired of your boyfriend paying more attention to his stupid game than you. So, late one night, you take matters into your own hands. Literally. Hopefully his little gaming buddies don't mind hearing him moan into the mic...

Gender-neutral reader; 2.3k words

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✩ Clapton Davis

Saturday School

(Request) "Imagine listening to music with Clapton while in detention... like sharing earbuds with him while y'all sit in silence. Then a cringe song comes on at the wrong time LMAO"

Gender-neutral reader; 2k words

Read here

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#fnaf movie #jhutch #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #fnafmovie #mikeschmidt #josh hutcherson x reader #mike x reader #fanfic #abby fnaf #derek danforth x reader #derek danforth #no use of y/n #fanfic masterlist #masterlist #josh futterman

[cawyden-gaming]

For my fanfiction Immortalium, I have written a poem - it is meant to be written at the end of the story by Heinrix himself.

I am not that far in my story but I wanted to share it already. It is also voiced by Christopher Tester (Heinrix's VA) thanks to Cameo.

Here the full text:

In my life, I have sailed through an ocean of pain, seeking refuge on an island of duty. If only my soul had been without a sorcerer's stain, could I have lived a life adorned with beauty? At times, I find myself dreaming of what might have been - living as a valiant knight, piloting my noble machine.

All my lonely travels across the stars, in devotion to the golden throne's mastery. Unspeakable horrors deepened my scars, as I braved the unknown and endured the agony. Yet my sky remained an endless expanse of remorse. In the God-Emperor's name; my rosette - a symbol of force.

Then you came and my walls began to fall apart. The ice broke with talks at the fireside, you appealed to the kindness in my heart, and we grew closer over regicide. You helped me to deal with the misery of my past. I tried to keep my distance, but I fell for you so fast.

You show me the beauty of love's embrace, your touch heals me and soothes my soul, revealing a world of wonder and grace. Your love completes me and makes me whole. You saved me from myself, it's true - I never knew happiness before I held you.

The cold was dispelled and with it my doubt. You always see the good in me. The warmth embraced, hope throughout. Now united, we can both truly be free. Nothing matters as long as we're together. I pledge my love and loyalty to you, forever.

Please note:

I know that love does not miraculously heal trauma, that is not meant here and does not happen in my story (in addition - my girl Venria is a biomancer and can actually heal at least the body with a touch).

While it is based on in game dialog (you will recognize it surely) some things are unique to my story (like the fireside talks - in game we only have the date there later).

I also understand if people might find it cringeworthy (sorry, I tried) - I am really no poet. But I am still happy with it and like to share it anyway.

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[yanderes-galore]

This is my last request, this one goes for the winter requests. It can be whether platonic or romantic.

Upon realizing that Knuckles was absent from the Christmas festivities, like every year, because he was guarding the Master Emerald, the reader decides to spend the holidays with the echidna and keep him company on this special day. So, they fly to the island with a gift they want to give Knuckles.

This display of affection melts Knuckles' heart and this feeling only grows more intense as they participate in more winter activities together (like snowball fights and ice skating in a frozen lake). It gets to the point that Knuckles wishes the reader could stay with him for much more than just one day.

Sure! Here you go! Sorry for plot holes :( Darling is assumed to be Mobian.

Happy Holidays... To Me!

Yandere! Knuckles The Echidna Short - Winter Event Request

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior implied, Knuckles is implied to have a crush on you but you're currently friends, Slight violence but not towards you, Isolation/Kidnapping, Forced companionship and potential relationship.

The Tornado's blades whirr as you make your way through the sky to Angel Island. A present sits in your lap while you pilot the plane. You could barely contain the glee on your face.

Knuckles was usually never able to participate in holiday festivities with everyone. As a result, since he's your best friend, you decided to visit the guardian. Tails even let you use the Tornado to get there.

Snow flurries through the sky as you prepare to land. The island was slowly becoming more white as you exit the Tornado. You quickly grab your present and run off in search of the echidna.

It wasn't much but you wanted to show you thought of him. You wandered through the snow in warm gear until you saw your red friend by the emerald.

You frown, he looked so cold. Was this what he did every winter? You sigh and approach him.

“Hey, Knuckles!” You call to the echidna who gives you a surprised expression when you stand in front of him. You swore you saw his cheeks flush red… but he's most likely just cold.

“H-Hey… what are you doing here?” Knuckles asks and you giggle.

“Tails let me borrow the Tornado, I didn't want you alone during this time of year again. The others were a bit busy I guess.” You explain, holding up the box you got him. “I got you this~”

Knuckles gaze swaps to the box and he looks intrigued. You… care about him that much? Due to being isolated for so long he feels flattered and a bit shy.

“For me?” He whispers and you nod.

“Of course! Open it!” You chirp, giving him the box. Knuckles carefully takes the box before opening it. He wants to savor the moment.

His eyes widen when he sees what's inside.

Warm winter gear greets his eyes, all lovingly picked out by you to endure the cold. Next to it all was some grapes, a blanket, and some hot chocolate packets. Was that ice skates, too?

Knuckles goes silent for a moment. You begin to worry he may hate your gift. Instead, Knuckles was taking it all in.

You care for him… this much… what did he do to deserve you?

“Um… there's an electric kettle in the Tornado to make the cocoa-” You clear your throat. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes… I'm just really happy right now.” Knuckles smiles at you. Truth is, everything was more than okay. Knuckles had you… and presents you lovingly gave him. He couldn't be happier.

“Perfect! Now, what do you say we go have some fun?” You smile. Knuckles hesitantly looks at the Emerald before looking at you. “We won't be far, come on!”

Knuckles agrees to go with you. Yet before you jump into the winter games you help him put on the winter gear and have a few grapes with him. Afterwards you head out into the snow.

Knuckles never felt so loved….

—

Knuckles never thought he'd have so much fun. You both played in the snow, ice skated on lakes, and then settled down for cocoa. Knuckles felt anything you did with him eased his tension.

The snow was cold but your winter gear helped. It felt just as warm as you while he helped you sculpt snow art. Seeing you so happy made him happy.

Knuckles struggled to have grace while ice skating, yet you managed to help him. You picked him up when he fell and merely encouraged him. Normally such a fighter he wasn't used to doing such a graceful task

Lastly, the cocoa tasted great with you. You had wrapped the blanket around you two and settled down beside a fire. Knuckles couldn't stop his cheeks from flaring due to you caring so much.

In fact… Knuckles didn't want things to end.

While you were distracted with preparing something else to do, Knuckles left quickly. You didn't notice him wandering to the Tornado. Due to how far things were you barely noticed him breaking it.

Why should the fun end? He rarely gets to see you except for when Eggman strikes. Knuckles keeps using that to reassure himself as he pushes the wreckage off the edge. Part of him felt bad… yet at the same time he seemed very excited to have you.

Knuckles then begins his walk back to you. There's an unusual jump in his step, yet when you ask about it he brushes it off. It's just the holiday spirit!

Sure… this may cause problems later! But it's been so lonely without anyone to talk to. Why don't you stay with him through the winter?

Why stop there? Why not stay with him forever?

You're the best present he could've ever asked for in his mind.

#yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere knuckles the echidna #yandere knuckles

[pokemonfangame]

Pokémon Keishou

Pokémon Keishou sends you on a journey across the blissful paradise that is Kyujitsu Island. The island is guarded by four Clans: Kusa and Mizu Clan are the Land Spirit Guardians, while Netsu Clan is the Protector of Kazan in the west, and Yuki Clan is the Protector of Shimo in the east. In the shadows, Kurai Clan is lingering - although suppressed to a small minority due to their past deeds, they are always scheming to overthrow the old order. Since the current Lord's time has almost come, an uncertain age is upon the inhabitants of the island...

​The Lord of the Elder is weak and of old age, no longer capable of leading and protecting the lands. In times of insecurity, the land becomes unstable. The Land Spirits are raging. The ever resting Kazan Mountain is about to erupt. While snowfall on Shimo Mountain intensifies. The valley is on the verge of chaos between ice and fire. The Elder Four are in uproar as well, trying to calm the lands each on their own. To bring the lands to rest again, it requires leadership and composure. As the Elder Cycle comes to an end, it is tradition to send the young descendants of Shison Village on their journey to find a new Keishou-sha - a successor to the throne.

where the strongest of them will rise to become the new Lord of the Elder and bring peace back to Kyujitsu Island! Only who rises above all 8 Clan Leaders can become Lord, however, there are more mysteries surrounding the Path of Ascension!

Features:

Explore the vast, open world style region of Kyujitsu Island!

A full story with 10-15 hours of gameplay awaits!

Prove yourself to the 8 Clan Leaders and the Elder Four on your quest to become the new Lord!

Discover 680+ Pokémon from 9 Generations across the different biomes and weather conditions of the island!

Overcome tough challenges in unique Wild Encounters and Trainer Battles utilizing the Mid-Battle Dialogue capabilities of Essentials Deluxe!

Gather resources and craft your own supplies to endure on your journey, improve your team and catch them all!

Master the special techniques of Terastallization, Dynamaxing and Mega Evolution!

Dive into Max Raid Dens and - after you have become Lord of Kyujitsu Island - embark on Dynamax Adventures!

#Pokemon #Pokemon Keishou #Pokemon fan art #Pokemon fangame #just download to play #new regional forms

[amournoir]

Wait are you really back?! Also, can I ask for fluff prompt, #3 for Clark Kent? I didn't know you wrote for HC characters??!

Fluff Prompt | C.K {request}

℘ prompt — listening to s.o rant/vent (#3)

℘ warning — none, just fluff

℘ pairing — clark kent x f!reader

℘ count — 1.1k

In the heart of Metropolis, his cozy apartment offered a refuge from the bustling city streets. Today, it served as a safe haven for Y/N, who had endured a particularly trying day. Tears welled up in her eyes as she slumped on the couch, seeking solace in the arms of her loving boyfriend, Clark. He came down the stairs and into the living room to find her brooding on the couch. Concern etched on his face, Clark made his way toward her and gently sat down as though the slightest movement would set her off.

He wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling her close. "Hey, what's wrong, my love?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness. "You can always talk to me about anything."

Sniffling, Y/N leaned into his comforting embrace. "It's just been a horrible day. Everything went wrong and I feel so overwhelmed."

Clark gently stroked her hair, his heart breaking for her. "I'm here for you, Y/N. You don't have to face this alone."

Y/N let out a huff then instantly got up and began pacing around the room. Her arms were folded then unfolded, they were on her hips then scratching her head, she was a mess to say the least. Still, the alien sat quietly and watched her closely.

“Don’t do that.” She suddenly said.

He cocked his head in confusion, “Do what?”

“Scan me.” She stopped and faced him, “Clark.”

“Honey I need to be sure you’re alright.”

“I will be.” Was all she said before swiftly turning on her heel towards the stairs.

He knew better than to follow so instead he figured he might as well ensure that the rest of her day went swimmingly. An hour and a half later, Y/N was back downstairs, freshly showered and dressed. Clark was nowhere to be seen or heard so she made her way to the kitchen and made tea for the both of them. Y/N sighed as she filled both mugs then took her seat on the island and quietly drank.

Almost half an hour had passed and right before she could reach for her phone to call him, the doorknob jingled. Her hand flew to her chest but a loud sigh escaped when she recognized the large figure. Leave it to Clark to fashion a distress alarm into her anniversary necklace. These were the rare moments that she was grateful to be dating a hero.

“I couldn’t find it at your usual place so I got it from our little spot.”

Y/N rose from her seat and leaned against the archway between the living room and kitchen. “Got what?”

He lifted the silver bag with a beaming smile, utterly proud of himself. “Gelato.”

“Clark, tell me you didn’t.”

“Honey, when have I ever lied to you?” He replied as he walked past her.

Y/N scoffed and turned to the kitchen. “You flew to Italy for ice cream?” She asked incredulously.

“Of course not, that’d be a bit silly.” Clark placed the bag on the island then in long strides, he was standing in front of her. “I flew to Italy to make you happy.”

She stared at him surprisingly although she didn’t know why. She should be used to this by now but in all honesty, who would? All she could do was offer a small smile before pressing a soft kiss on his lips, tip toes and all. His arms circled around her waist and pulled her closer, his left hand cupping her neck gently. He could hear her heartbeat slowing, the energy within her calmed. Clark couldn’t lie that he enjoyed being the one to ground her as she often did him. Who knew all it took was Italian ice cream?

Eventually they both pulled away and sat next to each other. Clark drank his tea and Y/N happily ate her ice cream in silence. Peaceful, quiet, calming silence enveloped them whilst they stole a few glances between each other. Soon Y/N began to vent about her day, Clark listened intently. His super hearing allowed him to pick up on every nuance in her voice, every hint of sadness and frustration, making her feel truly heard and understood.

"I hate feeling like this," Y/N admitted, her voice shaky.

Clark kissed her forehead tenderly. "It's okay to feel that way sometimes," he reassured her. "You're human, and you're allowed to have bad days. I'm here to support you through it all."

Y/N's heart swelled with love for him, grateful to have him as her rock. "Thank you for being so understanding," she whispered.

He cupped her face, gazing into her eyes with affection. "You're my world, Y/N. I'd do anything to make you smile again."

With his encouragement, Y/N felt safe enough to share her vulnerabilities. She opened up about her fears and insecurities, knowing he would cherish her words and hold her feelings close to his heart. These are the moments that made her forget completely about his origin. She didn’t see him as this superhuman being that had the gift of flight, she saw him as the love of her life. In these moments, he was as human as human can be.

As the conversation continued, Clark offered words of comfort and love. "You're so strong, Y/N. I believe in you, and I know you'll get through this," he said, his voice filled with unwavering support.

Feeling the warmth of Clark's love enveloping her, Y/N's tears began to subside. His presence alone was a source of strength and solace.

With a gentle smile, Clark wiped away the remaining tears from Y/N's cheeks. "You're not alone on this journey. I'm right here by your side."

Y/N's heart fluttered with love for Clark, knowing she was truly blessed to have him in her life. "I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity.

"I love you too, Y/N," Clark replied, his eyes shining with adoration. "And I'll always be here to listen, to comfort, and to support you."

As the night unfolded, Y/N and Clark decided to spend the rest of the evening cherishing their love for each other. They shared tender moments, expressing their feelings and devotion, and basked in the comfort of their embrace. In the arms of her superhero, Y/N found solace not only in Clark's superpowers but also in his super love. Together, they knew they could conquer any obstacle life threw their way, because their love was as powerful and unyielding as any superhero's strength.

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[ladybellissima]

Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 37

Looking how careful Katakuri was holding her daughter in his strong arms - Protective, secure, but still tight to have her close, the queen could see how much their daughter meant to him. It was the complete opposite, which they had in mind about this man. But to be honest the Charlotte family wasn't really a pleased one. On top, Katakuri wasn't a son in law type. More the warrior, who would beat you to a pulp.

"Look at that. Can you believe it?", the king spoke amused and opened his arms for his daughter to come. (Y/N) gave Katakuri a short kiss on his cheek, which let him gasp of surprise and quickly jumped from the bed to get into her father's arms. Crying relieved they spoke how much they missed each other's presence, while Katakuri and her mother watched the scene silently.

"I see…So I wasn't imagine things after I saw the photo. She really sparkled full of happiness.", (Y/N) 's mother spoke calmly, while giving Katakuri a small smile. He felt his cheeks blush, nevertheless a feeling of sadness build up inside his mind.

"I know you wished someone more suitable for your daughter. For me it's still a miracle either, how she is able to love a man like me..on top after a forced marriage. She was able to get over it and accept me the way I am.",he started and (Y/N) 's mother raised a brow of hearing that. Sighing she gave him a saddened look.

"If I am honest, I planned to run away with her…", her mother spoke and let everyone froze in the spot. Letting out a frustrated chuckle, she gave her sweet daughter a soft smile.

"I was living a daily nightmare. To think that you were maybe locked away, treated bad or crying all day long of this forced marriage, I couldn't endure it. The moment we found you, hurt and unconscious, I was thinking to leave this island behind to get you somewhere safe. That you would be able to start a new life far away, while your father would try to get a new deal with Big mom to save the island… Or and that would have been the last possibility, to evacuate it to get out of her grasp. ", she spoke and let (Y/N) gasp of shock.

" Mother… That would have been insane. It's our home, our kingdom. All the people cherish the peaceful life here…", she whispered, while Katakuri didn't seemed shocked at all.

"Beside the fact that i would have get after you and get (Y/N) back, I understand your thoughts. She is your daughter and you care for her a lot. You are lucky that the situation is a different one, because my mother shouldn't be underestimate. She sure would have ordered to get after every single person of this island.", Katakuri explained with his ice cold expression and let (Y/N) 's parents shiver.

"Yeah. You are right. Katakuri…You seem calmer and more collected than I thought you'd be. Beside the crimes and stories about you, which sure you did because of your mother, I think your feelings for my daughter are totally honest. Don't be so hard on yourself. She loves you and you her.. As long as you make her happy and she is protected, I won't be in your way and give my blessing. ", she spoke with tears in her eyes and was finally able to hug her daughter after such a long time.

"That's all I ever wished.. That you find your luck my dear…God I can't believe that this led you to your happiness… But I am so relieved… So glad that you are okay my dear… ",she kissed (Y/N) 's cheek and smiled brightly.

"I do mother… I love him.", she spoke happily.

Beside that, Katakuri was blushing furiously under his scarf, he was speechless of her mother's words. She was accepting him. The cruel monster, the pirate and most feared man out there. Smiling slightly he felt relieved, but there was still so many things going on, which couldn't wait any longer.

"(Y/N)…", Katakuri called out to his wife and let her look back to him with a soft smile. Getting back to his side she took his hand shyly.

"I know you want to catch up with your family, but I think we should head back to whole cake. If we stay here, we only will cause trouble.", he spoke seriously and (Y/N) nodded sadly and knew that she had to explain her reckless arrival with the bonbon ship. Her parents were already piercing her with their demanding gazes.

"Mother, Father… It's a bit complicated to explain everything..", she started and her mother crossed her arms with an angered expression on her face.

"I guess you just have to try… Explain my little girl why Katakuri was on the one side imprisoned and soon executed, which we found out on the daily news and then, inside a ship with you half dead and clothed in a torn marine uniform.", she spoke and (Y/N) knew right away that her mother was already putting the pieces together. She always had an sharp eye on things like Katakuri. It was like she was able to use the observation haki as well. Shivering of her mothers dangerous aura, she knew that she was in trouble of her actions. Katakuri decided to explain everything to calm the heated situation. They listened carefully of every word, which left his hidden mouth. Her reckless traveling all the way to marineford with Mama's ship, her undercover plan, which leaded to get the attention of Akainu and their escape from this nightmare. It really was a rough time and this brought him to the conclusion that her family was now in danger too.

"(Y/N)…I know your reasons, but this was… I can't find the words…",her mother was burning inside, while her father was sweating fearful beside his wife.

"I have to agree. I always told her to keep focused on her well being and to stay safe. She was and is really stubborn…", Katakuri grumbled frustrated, while her parents knew all too well what he was talking about.

"Nevertheless she did that because of her deep feelings for you..in a way I also understand.. ", her mother added and let (Y/N) smile with reddened cheeks.

"To think that you tricked a higher ranked Admiral.. That sure is troublesome…", the king spoke deep in thought. Discussing their possibilities they came to the conclusion that they had to stay for awhile to get things ready. Big mom's underwater ship was totally damaged and needed time to get ready. It was clear that it was the best way to travel back, than with one of her father's ships, so things had to wait.

"You two still need some rest. For now we keep an good eye onto the seas for intruders. I will speak with the captain immediately. ", her father spoke and started to leave. (Y/N) 's mother gave her a short kiss onto her forhead and smiled.

"Rest you two. And later you should visit grandma. She can't wait to see you..", her mother spoke and let (Y/N)' s eyes widen for a moment. Nodding quickly with a smile, she looked after her parents who left the room hand in hand and giving each other a short kiss like a new in love couple. (Y/N) always adored her parents for their strong and beautiful relationship. They care for each other dearly, something she always wished to have herself. Feeling strong arms wrapped around her body and pulling her close, her lips formed a knowing smile once again.

"Yeah.. I've found this special someone too…", she thought with butterflies in her stomach and turned around to find herself on Katakuri's strong chest. Slowly touching his bandaged torso, she locked eyes with him and enjoyed the calm silence around them. Reaching up to his face she slowly pulled the scarf down to see his soft smile.

"Doesn't it hurt..", she whispered into his uncovered lips, while hesitating to let her weight lay onto him. Smirking he let his hands brush over her back, till they rested onto her butt, which gave her a familiar sensation she often longed for in her lonely nights.

"Not at all… I am feeling perfectly fine my dear… But what about you troublemaker…", he spoke seductively and gasping (Y/N) found herself suddenly trapped under him. He moved so quickly that she wasn't able to comprehend his sudden act. Lustfully he looked deep into her eyes and let her bite her lips to hold back. Something Katakuri didn't like to see and knew all too well how to handle.

"Katakuri…", she gasped of his soft kisses on her neck. God it felt so good to be trapped under this strong man, to be defenseless in his muscled arms. Slowly he came back to her face, his smirk still proudly on his handsome face.

"Tell me… Are you feeling alright?", he hushed against her lips, while (Y/N) tried desperately to kiss him, but he pulled back playfully.

"Yes… I am fine Katakuri.", she whispered and could feel his body relax a bit. Sure he was worried sick after he heard about her condition, but mostly it was the lack of sleep and the dehydration which took its toll on her.

"Good to hear. I wouldn't be able to stop myself now anyway…", he growled and pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. Gasping she kissed back and brushed her fingers through his crimson hair. How he missed to take her just like that. His hands started to travel under her dress and slowly lifting it up. He was desperate. So desperate to have her close without any annoying fabric between them. (Y/N) 's eyes shot open and quickly she stopped her needy husband midway and pulled the blanket over her legs embarrassed.

"Katakuri! Someone could come inside at any second! We can't do that now!", she stuttered flustered and got even more uneasy after noticing that his playful smirk still was plastered on his face. Taking the blanket he threw it away with one swift move and hovered over her body like a predator. Shivering she felt overwhelmed by his intimidating and erotic appearance. She was helpless. (Y/N) realized that her body was already giving in and her mind got more and more clouded with lust. Nevertheless it would be a disaster if her parents would find her innocent daughter catched in between the act of love.

"No one comes… We have plenty of time to do whatever we want..", he whispered into her ear seductively. Kissing his lips again, she let out a sigh, but the next moment her eyes went wide of realization.

Did he really?

"But I recommend that you try to not scream so loud. Maybe that would cause attention. Even if I love to see you like that…", he smirked even more after he saw her blushing madly.

"You… You looked into the future!", she stuttered, while he kissed down her neck and sucked on her skin. A slight moan escaped her lips and let her cling onto his body to control her lust.

"Forgive me my dear. But there was no other way. Can't wait to make my thoughts reality…", he spoke, while kissing her passionately. A short "pervert" escaped her lips, her last attempt to fight back, but honestly it was just her well-behaved mind, which tried to get through effortlessly.

Finally Katakuri was able to lift her dress and quickly (Y/N) pulled it off of her head and threw it aside to show her body clothed in her crimson underwear. Growling of the thought that back then, others were able to see what he was seeing now, he pushed her down and kissed her delicate skin from her neck, till her panties. Enjoying his sweet touch she closed her eyes. Smiling ever so slightly of the beautiful tickling. Slowly he pulled down her panties and without to wait any longer he pressed his lips against her womanhood. A shiver ran down her spine. God she had to bite into her hand to surpress her moans. He did wonders down there. With every move, every lick of his tongue, she felt a shot of pleasure.

"Katakuri… Please…", (Y/N) whimpered and he knew all too well that she was close to lose it. Crawling up to her he pulled his boxers down on the way and embraced her body in an strong embrace. Kissing her tenderly, he pushed himself into her, which let her gasp against his lips.

"You are mine…", he growled into her neck. Throwing her head back in ecstasy, she hold onto him tight for support.

"No one is allowed to touch you…"

Again he pushed deep and let her moan out his name lustfully.

"to see what I am allowed to see…"

Rougher and harder he pounded into her and pushed her over the edge. It felt so unbelievable good. His words, his touch, rough but carefully to still let herself feel good.

"Katakuri..", she hushed and kissed his lips sloppily, while he grunted of the starting emotion inside his body. A wave of heat washed over them and with one final push he climaxed hard inside of her beautiful body. (Y/N)'s body froze and eyes widened she could feel how her body sucked in his manhood while coming hard onto him.

Amazing.

Every move every touch felt so amazing. Shivering of the sudden sensitivity she looked into his half lidded eyes. Sweat glistered on their skin and breathing heavily they let themselves fall back onto the mattress. Brushing some strands of hair out of her smiling face, he kissed her nose lovingly.

"(Y/N)… I love you..", he whispered and felt his exhausted body fall into a deep slumber. Taking the blanket, she pulled them over their naked bodies to get comfortable next to him. Studying his face, she lovingly caressed his cheek with one hand.

"I love you..Katakuri…"

#fanfiction #romance #katakuri x reader #karakuricharlotte #one piece #charlotte katakuri

[cyborg-franky]

Com!

Com for @mamamittens I hope you like it, I had much fun!

Thatch x OC SFW Yandere themes

Nikia had been in town when the large ship the size of a city rolled in on the horizon. She stood there, her basket of shopping sitting in the crook of her elbow as she peered into the distance, everyone started to gather, a commotion forming around her. Some people knocked into her wings, and she let out an annoyed huff as she pulled her wings tighter to her body she slowly used her devil fruit power to make them smaller, and more manageable as everyone was getting excited around her, people recognizing the flag that billowed in the wind, the approaching crew apparently a big deal around here.

This was why she avoided mingling with the bustling townspeople, she liked to be up in the mountain, surveying her ice kingdom and keeping things in order. People and crowds just made her feel nervous, made her feel itchy and she couldn’t shake the paranoid feeling that she was just in everyone's way with her wings and cold demeanor.

Still, despite her annoyance and the unease creeping up her spine, she couldn't deny she was curious about the ship. She knew about the Whitebeard Pirates, that this was one of the many islands under their protection and she was grateful for that.

She’d just never been down from her mountain when the pirates rocked up. Watching the Moby Dick get closer, pushing through waves with such ease she found herself wondering what sort of a crew they were, they must have been loved going on the reaction of the growing crowd around her, the orchestra of cheers and whistles. 

Nikia shook her head and started to weave through the masses, needing to grab a few more things before she went home, longing for the peace, her cozy little cabin with the log fire and shelf upon shelf of books she loved.

On the subject of books, she mused as she left the crowded space, ignoring the big ship and the crew starting to approach the dock. Treating herself to a new book was on her list while she was in town. She decided that was the first thing she’d do after getting everything else that she needed. 

–

There were many pros and cons to living on an island that was known for its hot springs, the tourist trade was great for business here, even if it meant more work for her, finding those lost in the snow, those who got drunk and stumbled too far away from the resort, there was an array of reasons why she was called in to save those lost souls, those idiots, be it by nature of their stupidity.

The biggest pro for Nikia was because of the trade the island got it meant there were books from all over the world imported and she couldn’t get enough of them.  She set down her basket on a nearby table as she picked up book after book, scanning the back, her eyebrows either twitched with interest or she glared down her nose at the information that didn’t stand up to her expectations of a pretty or fun cover.

The door opened and she didn’t pay attention, she didn’t hear the cheerful conversation between the new customer and the owner, nor the footsteps that got louder and louder, polished boots against wood, closer and closer to her.

She was in her own world as she flipped open the book clutched in her hands, busy reading the first few sentences, already decided she was going to buy this one and all the following issues of it, captivated by the premise, not to mention it would save her many trips back down the mountain. Sure the town was only a flight away but it did mean having to endure the crowds, the other big ‘con’ of the hotspring island.

Tourists everywhere.

Nikia’s wings bristled from the feeling of someone uncomfortably close, that was when her eyes flicked up from the page, peering up over her glasses and seeing the tall, broad man with a huge smile. She closed the book, eyebrows raised and her lips in a firm line, she had often been accused of looking ‘unapproachable’ because she didn’t school her expressions to fit what people wanted or expected. 

“Hey,” Thatch said, hands on his hips as he pretended to look over the book selection, he had popped in to get one or two of his trashy romance novels but he’d found something better than half-assed stories that led to embarrassingly amature love scenes—a very pretty woman. The wings had drawn his attention, he’d watched her for a while, the way she looked over things before she nodded to herself, deciding she wanted it, the little actions and facial expressions captivating him.

“Hello,” she said, her eyes falling to meet his, never a fan of eye contact at the best of times, let alone when she didn’t think a stranger was owed prolonged eye contact anyway. “Sorry, I just got into town, we don’t have many girls on the ship, and wow, you're really pretty. “Thatch gushed and rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling to himself.

“Oh, your a Whitebeard?” Nikia asked as she picked up her basket, neatly arranging the items so she could slot a few books into it once she’d paid. She was proud of herself for managing to keep the blush from his compliment off her face, to not shrink as small as she could, and hide behind the nearest object like she so desperately wanted to, never able to take a compliment.

 “Yeah, I am! Name’s Thatch and you are?” He said and held out his hand.

Thatch’s hand appeared calloused from years of working hard on a ship no doubt, they looked big and strong and friendly though she thought to herself. She wasn’t much of a handshake person but she was at least still wearing her gloves, she didn’t want to insult a member of a very strong and notorious pirate crew either. With that in mind, and her own desire to feel just how strong and warm his hand was she took it, shaking gently. She felt him close his hand, engulfing her smaller one.

But she was right, it was comforting. She took a moment to examine him, eyes focused on his nose, eyebrows, everything that made it look like she was meeting his gaze but secretly she was taking him in, putting a picture together in her mind of what this Thatch person was like just on this brief meeting. 

“Nikia, I’m the head ranger on this island,” Thatch chuckled and withdrew his hand, arms folded over his chest as he tilted his head to one side. “Oh, so you're the one who looks after us tourists then huh?”

“Yes, so please tell your crew to either handle their booze or dig themselves out, it’s getting cold at night.” She hummed and walked past him, not seeing how he watched her walk, watching the sway of her hips, her wings. She was far too preoccupied with buying her books and conversing with the owner.

Seems he would have to ask the man behind the desk all about this pretty bird,

–

Thatch was a very friendly and easygoing man, people just warmed up to him in an instant. His broad smile and boisterous laugh that was just infectious and he was welcomed with open arms within mere moments of someone meeting him, that was how he learned so much about the woman with the wings, where she lived for example…

Everyone else would go to the hotsprings at some point so it wouldn’t look odd that he just showed up. He got in the cable cart going up to the resort, he should have brought a coat, foolishly eager to see Nikia again that no amount of chilly weather and cold winds would hinder him, he didn’t want anything to delay his progress in getting to see her, speak to her, be near her.

He was determined to warm the frosty bird and work his way into her heart. He was besotted and there were few things worse than a man in love, in obsession. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with his sudden and intense feelings for the woman he’d known for less than ten minutes, the heart wants what the heart wants right? 

Maybe it was his nature as a pirate, whatever you wanted you were entitled to if you were strong and brave enough to reach out and grasp it. He rubbed his arms as he watched the cable car ascend higher and higher above the world, snow as far as the eye could see. It juddered to a halt and he opened the door, letting it swing open as he traded sturdy metal floor and slippy snow, almost losing his footing, a laugh at himself, breathy and low, visible in the chilly air as he glanced around and got his bearings.

–

Nikia smiled to herself, flipping the page of her new book, enjoying the afternoon with little incident. Her den den sitting on the table munching on a selection of vegetables while she enjoyed a hot pot of tea and cookies the hot springs owner had gifted her for her hard work. She looked out the window, seeing the steam from the hot springs dance in the air, meeting the falling snow. She sighed, content in this moment.

Just watching the serenity of the moment as she sipped her tea, she heard footsteps turning her head, expecting the kindly owner to greet her, asking if everything was okay until she was met with the pirate, Thatch was his name, right?

She shrunk in place, going down a size when he smiled at her, something making her heart thump harder. She wasn’t used to having such attention, the flirtatiousness in his every movement, smile, words, how his eyes twinkled with fondness as he spoke. “Hey, fancy meeting you here.” He said like it wasn’t all staged.

Nikia adjusted and set her tea down, she bit her lip, did she want company? Did she want his company? She valued her alone time but sometimes it did get a little lonely and he seemed so nice, such a charming man. Maybe it was the moment, the falling snow, the sound of wind chimes from the garden being tickled by an icy breeze, how at peace she felt that made her offer him a seat.

She didn’t even care that the woman who owned the springs saw them together and would no doubt be gossiping about Nikia finally spending time with a possible partner. Everyone was always so invested in others' lives, something Nikia could never understand. She brushed it off, wings twitching in agitation at the thought, though it was brief as Thatch sat down and complimented her once again, this time her hair. She brushed back a strand subconsciously and smiled softly.

Oh, he was a charmer, wasn’t he?

Even so, Nikia wasn’t the type to be won over so fast.

–

And true to form she wasn’t an easy win, they’d been docked for days now and Thatch spent all his time with her. Went for talks, looking for missing people together, just doing her patrols together where he did most of the talking. That seemed to work out though he’d noticed, she wasn't much of a talker but she listened, and didn’t miss a single thing. 

He’d ask her about herself, about her life, her job and she would answer thoughtfully. Maybe she enjoyed his company as much as he did her. But the growing obsession, the love that was bubbling up in the man, fit to burst was getting impatient. He wanted more, needed more.

To hold her hand, to kiss her, to stroke back her hair after a night together, after watching her come undone. The ache in his heart every time they parted got harder and harder to endure, like a hand grasping his heart tighter and tighter as his devotion and need for her crashed like waves against the shore, slowly more consuming and deeper as time passed.

The last time they walked together, trudging through the snow as she kept a lookout for anyone in danger, in need of her help she had turned to him and asked “Why are you spending all your shore leave with me instead of enjoying the beach like the others?” and he didn’t know what to say at the time, as much as he wanted to blurt out everything, to confess, to fall to his knees and beg her to be his, he wasn’t sure she was there yet, or even close.

His reply had been a shrug and a chuckle “Because I like spending time with you,” it wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t completely the truth, after all, it was the tip of the iceberg for him.

Nikia seemed to accept that, he could have sworn she shrunk in stature, her wings twitching as her cheeks flushed a brighter red before she snuggled into the scarf around her neck, hiding away from his prying eyes. He could read her, she was slowly coming around.

Still, maybe it was time to seek advice on the matter. He didn’t want this week to fly by without the chance to sweep her off her feet, maybe coax her into joining him on the Moby, to adventure by his side…

Marco looked up when the door opened, seeing Thatch step in with a nod of greeting. Marco paused what he was doing, altogether setting down his pen when he heard Thatch lock the door. He watched as Thatch walked over, making purposeful strides before sitting in the seat across from him, the legs screeching on the wooden floor as Thatch dragged his seat closer to the desk. He set clasped hands on the wood, his thumbs wrestled one another as he thought just how to word this.

The doctor simply waited, his eyebrows raised as he leaned back in his seat as Thatch wriggled in place, which, amused Marco to no end, the lazy smile on his face soon stretching out into a wild grin as something flashed in his eyes. “Let me guess,”

Thatch looked at him, eyes narrowed as Marco made a big show of it, the way he tapped his lip and swiveled in his chair, back and forth, clicking his tongue and driving Thatch mad. “It’s the girl, right? Your pretty bird yoi.” the way Thatch reacted just lit up Marco’s face, the smirk taking on a devious edge as leaned forward to match the posture of Thatch.

“Yeah, how did you guess?” Thatch asked, genuinely impressed by his friend. “I see everything when I go for one of my daily flights yoi,” Marco said, watching Thatch nod. “Alright so, basically things are going well but too slow for me and we only have two days left here…”

Marco nodded, prompting to carry on. “And you want her to join us?” Marco added and Thatch sighed, “Yeah, but I don’t think she’s going to bite.”

“Sometimes birds do better in captivity than they do in the wild, they just don’t see it.” Marco slid his chair from under the desk, scooted it over to a medicine cabinet, and shuffled around, bottles clanked together as he pulled each out, squinting at the labels.

Thatch rolled his eyes, wishing he’d just concede to his age and wear his damn glasses. “Ah!” Marco pulled out a vial with a grin and rolled right back over, almost hitting the desk before he set it down.

“Birds like to be free yoi, but they also always desire a suitable mate.” He explained and watched Thatch pick it up, shaking the light pink liquid around in the glass, brows furrowed as he stared over it at the doctor. “It won’t hurt, it won’t do damage, it just helps to open one's eyes to what's good for them.”

“How do y- ya know what, I don’t think I wanna know,” Thatch said, seeing Marco shrug his shoulders. 

Marco had been the right person to come to it seemed. Normally Thatch would never resort to such underhanded things, as a chef he would never even consider the thought of tampering with someone's food but he was desperate he was so hopelessly and foolishly in love with her.

–

She landed on the deck softly, looking around, taking in her surroundings. She wasn’t used to being on boats but at least The Moby was so big she couldn’t even feel the sway of the ship, how waves gently rocked it. She looked at the lanterns strung up, giving a warm glow in the darkness. She folded her wings, shrinking them to a manageable size, years of getting them stuck in doorways made her very self-aware. 

Nikia had agreed to meet Thatch one last time before he and his crew set sail again. She was annoyed at herself for having feelings for the handsome charming pirate. The way he laughed at her jokes, not many people got how dry she was, that her sense of humor was a little on the darker side of things, but Thatch did and it made her heart sing to see him crack up at her offhanded comments.

He was always so gentle with her too, the way he offered his hand to her when she stepped into the snow, she knew Thatch wasn’t worried for her safety, he just wanted to be close and in the last day or so she had allowed him such a thing. 

“I’m glad you could make it,” she looked up and saw Thatch, smiling brightly and waving her over. “I can’t wait for you to try my food, I cooked you something special for our last night together!” He said an arm around her and leading her into the belly of the ship.

Something felt amiss but his smile was all the reassurance she needed.

#one piece oc x thatch #oc x thatch #yandere #sfw

[jesslovesboats]

whats your fav historical boat and why ??:)

Hello 🙂 I'm so glad you've asked this question and I promise to be extremely normal about it 🙂

I can find something to love in almost every polar and/or nautical expedition, but nothing has captured my attention and my heart like the Karluk, the flagship of the Canadian Arctic Expedition.

The ship herself was a disaster. Built in 1884 as a fishing vessel, she was repurposed as a whaler in 1892, then acquired by Stefansson in 1913 for the bargain bin price of $10,000. The Karluk was uniquely unsuited for polar exploration-- she was old, rickety, and had what chief engineer John Munro described as a "coffee pot of an engine" that was so ineffective that icebreaking was out of the question. Captain Bartlett almost refused to take her north, but in the end, he acceded to Stefansson's demands. He would come to regret this decision.

In the least surprising turn of events ever, the Karluk became trapped in the pack only a month into the voyage, hundreds of miles from her destination. She remained there until she succumbed to the pressure of the ice and sank five months later, setting the stage for one of the most unbelievable survival stories in the history of polar exploration.

Why the Karluk? For me, it's that the ship was such a perfect metaphor for the expedition itself, which is not always the case! For example-- Terra Nova was overloaded and leaked like a sieve, but the expedition she supported was meticulously planned. Endurance could not withstand the pressure of the pack, but even so, her entire crew survived. The Karluk, though? A nightmare ship with a nightmare (derogatory) leader and a nightmare (affectionate) crew for a nightmare expedition. No part of this should have worked, and it's a miracle that anyone made it home. If not for the selfless actions and basic human decency of a select few crew members and the kindness and generosity of the Indigenous peoples of the Arctic, no one would ever know what happened to them.

Stefansson was simply the worst leader imaginable for a venture like this. He was smug, aloof, selfish, willing to play games with the lives of his men, and hopelessly out of his depth. He failed to adequately provision the expedition, a decision that would prove fatal. The crew he hired were a mix of polar veterans with substance abuse and/or ego problems, Indigenous people (including a family with 2 small children), untested men recruited off the docks, and inexperienced scientists not coping well with the rigors of exploration, among others. I need you to understand that these are my boys and I love them, but they were a MESS. The atmosphere on the Karluk and in the subsequent camps was a toxic sludge of fear and anger and paranoia and egos. No one here was elevated by their suffering, there was no code of honor keeping the men in line, and there were painfully few moral leaders setting examples for the others. With apologies to The Terror, survival was a nasty piece of business. To top it all off, Stefansson abandoned the Karluk and her crew after the ship became frozen in. He went on a "hunting trip" but conveniently failed to return. Leadership!

Hopefully this helps to explain why the Karluk is a perfect metaphor for this part of the Canadian Arctic Expedition. Only an old, crumbling whaler with a tiny, ineffective engine could have shepherded this disaster team to the shores of Wrangel Island. The Karluk was not the ship they needed, but she was the ship they had, and even Captain Bartlett grieved as she sank.

For more information, I highly recommend checking out The Ice Master by Jennifer Niven and Empire of Ice and Stone by Buddy Levy. I also Karlukpost regularly, and you can find my screeching in the Karluk tag.

I hope this answered your question, thanks for a fun ask! ❤️

#ask jesslovesboats #karluk #polar exploration #canadian arctic expedition

[alexanderlightweight]

if prompts are still open, I'd love to see something about how Alec has been raised to be extremely practical and (through his relationship with magnus) finally gets to experience the joy allowing oneself to indulge

Hey anon thanks for prompt! Yup still open :)

Hope this works!

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Magnus grew up in the Silent City, he has some —unfortunately more than most— knowledge of nephilim society.

Which means that while he’s not surprised by how many luxuries Alexander is delighted by, he’s still indignant about it.

So he plans and he plots and every spare minute they aren’t entwined together, Magnus does his level best to spoil his boy.

And Magnus is very well versed in decadence.

Alexander soaks up the attention lavished upon him eagerly, like ivy in a drought, delicate and enduring, but so eager when the rain comes.

So Magnus showers him with affection and attention and learns about what Alec likes, and what he’s never known he could like.

—what he’s never been allowed to enjoy—

When Magnus asks what he wants for dinner and Alexander suggests sushi, he summons it from Japan or portals them there.

When he’s had a long day and craves the dark, bitter sweetness of chocolate, Magnus summons it from Belgium and feeds it to him with kisses, one piece at a time.

He paints Alexander’s hands one night in France, as they giggle and titter over champagne and strawberries and still warm baguettes covered in soft cheese.

—Magnus forgets to take it off for Alexander before he returns to work, and he’s surprised and delighted when Alec comes home with it still on—

He rubs Alexander’s sore muscles and kisses his bruises, hiding his scowl in Alexander’s skin when Alec laughs and says, ‘Magnus I’m fine.’

After two weeks of Alec constantly returning home, sore and aching, Magnus creates a hot spring on their roof and adds a garden, for ambience.

He takes Alexander ice skating on the frozen lakes on the islands of ice and keeps him warm with magic as they dance under the moonlight.

Magnus slowly replaces every single piece of Alexander’s clothing, even what remains at the Institute. Continuing until Alexander no longer steps outside of their home without being dressed in Magnus’ choices.

He adds a mudroom to the loft, with benches to sit and racks for weapons and a magical stool that cleans Alexander’s boots for him.

Alexander gives him a look when he does, kisses him sweetly and tries to assure Magnus that he’s fine. That Magnus doesn’t have to change his space for Alec to fit, that Alec loves him without all of these gifts.

Alexander was raised with all the practicality of a nephilim commander and his assurances only make Magnus want to spoil him more.

So Magnus ignores him, pins him to the bench he magically created, and rides Alexander until he has nothing left to say.

The next day, Magnus hands Alexander's his bag and smiles when Alec sighs, opens it and then shakes his head.

But he’s smiling as he does it and he kisses Magnus’ cheek gently. Like he’s overwhelmed that Magnus charmed his bag to be weightless and protected.

Alexander brings his own gifts.

Several priceless cuttings from the Institute greenhouse that he brought, admitting with soft delight that they ‘ reminded him of Magnus’.

—that those gorgeous, nephilim-hoarded, angelically blessed and magically powerful plants make him think of Magnus, when every other nephilim thinks of them as reminders of Raziel—

Magnus turned the rooftop garden into a magical greenhouse after that.

He does other things. Like making Magnus tea and snacks when he’s busy experimenting, sitting nearby and listening to Magnus ramble and gently, occasionally, nudging him to drink and eat until Magnus is done.

Then he’ll sit in a chair with his own snack, reading a book or sometimes just watching Magnus.

He hardly ever rushes Magnus, only ever when they have a meeting it would be bad to miss.

Alexander also picks up after him, not because he needs to, because he wants to.

Magnus is used to throwing things when done with them and using magic to eventually get them where they belong.

Alexander will laugh and shake his head and smooth a pillow back into place, eyes soft as they stare at Magnus with an adoration that consumes him.

And so they play their little games. Loving each other in a way that no one else has ever done for them.

#shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #immortal husbands #writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #words are a weapon and i do with them what i can #lumine writes #prompt fic #prompt fill #anon prompt #anon ask #anon reply #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

[orthodoxadventure]

Holy Trinity Orthodox Church, Antarctica

A wooden Orthodox church was consecrated in 2004 in the harsh ice of Antarctica. Since then, the Divine Liturgy has been celebrated year-round in the middle of the white desert at the edge of the earth. 

Peter and Valery took a blessing from Patriarch Alexy II and began collecting donations for the construction of the church. Over the three years of fund-raising, the church bells were cast and the iconostasis was prepared by artists from Palekh. In 2002, a cross was erected on the site of the future church on Mount Irina, above the Bellingshausen station.  On January 25 of the same year, a Divine Liturgy was first celebrated in Antarctica, praying for all the polar explorers who had perished here. 

Finally, in 2004 the construction began. The wooden church was cut down and assembled in Altai. The materials used were cedar and larch, which become as strong as metal over time to endure the harsh Antarctic frosts and hurricane winds. Then the church was disassembled, with the logs numbered and transported by ship to King George Island (Waterloo) in Antarctica, where the Russian Bellingshausen station is located. In a few months, the church was assembled without a single nail and secured from the inside with steel chains to make it more stable on the cliffs. To avoid legal complications, it was formally registered as a mission of the Holy Trinity Sergius Lavra.

Peter Zadirov planned to consecrate the church (as he had already done in his homeland) in honor of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker, the patron saint of sailors and travellers. But God arranged things differently. The first Divine Liturgy, celebrated at the Bellingshausen station before the construction of the wooden church, was served in a plain metal container. The only icon on the table used as the altar was a small plastic image of St. Andrei Rublev’s Holy Trinity. Shortly before the service, this icon had been purchased in a Catholic shop in Punta Arenas, Chile by one of the construction sponsors travelling to Antarctica. This was seen as an omen, and the Antarctic church was subsequently consecrated in honor of the Holy Life-Giving Trinity. 

The consecration was performed on February 15, 2004 by Bishop Feognost (Guzikov), who was then vicar of the Trinity Sergius Lavra. Hieromonk Kallistrat (Romanenko) became the first serving priest in this church. Later, Father Kallistrat was chosen to be Bishop of Gorno-Altai and Chemal. But he did not leave his pastoral care of this church, and to the present day, Vladyka personally appoints priests to serve in Antarctica. 

Surprisingly enough, it was in Antarctica that many polar explorers first came to God. On the next day after the church was consecrated, the Sacrament of Baptism was administered. The first to be baptized were the head of the Bellingshausen station, Oleg Sakharov, and the driver-mechanic Alexander Solovyov.

Oleg Sakharov later said that during difficult winter seasons and long polar nights, the station workers needed a place where they could come at any time to relieve their stress: “The church, whose warmth could be felt even by touching its logs, became such a place.”

[Full article can be read here]

#Antarctica #Christianity #Orthodox Christianity #Religion #Faith

[dangerousblizzarki]

Some synopses I made for my WT-inspired season with the Reboot Cast.

Like the original WT, the members get to name their teams.

Ripper explains that a team full of powerful men and MK deserves an intimidating and threatening name, and as an alfalfa man, what better name than the term he always uses to describe himself? Team Alfalfa it is.

Axel takes charge of her team and names them Team Survival because she wants what's best for them, even willing to go to great lengths to prove it,

Priya being the hardcore total drama fan that she is, took it upon herself to name their team "Team Venus" as a homage to the Original's Team Amazon, for coincidentally being comprised of four girls and one boy and hopes the team follows in their footsteps concerning challenges.

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Episode #1

Synopsis: 

Sixteen teenagers are invited back to the new season as they compete in brutal and mind-grueling challenges worldwide to win $1,000,000. The new rules, along with their recent living quarters and mode of transportation, are made familiar to the contestants before dropping them off in the middle of the sea where their first challenge awaits. Established bonds have been separated while three teams and new alliances emerge.

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Episode #2: 

Synopsis:

The three teams, now fully geared up, must traverse their way inside the Puerto Princesa Underground River with their various rewards and penalties intact. Once out of the underground cave, teams must go to the island’s local airport with anything they can use. One member of a particular team wants to take the lead due to the familiarity with the place, but will they succeed, or will the other teams beat them to it?

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Episode #3

Synopsis:

Next destination? Seoul, South Korea!! Teams must partake in a three-part challenge wherein they have to indulge in some of South Korea’s most influential pop culture media trends, including an all-out eating challenge, a simultaneous sing-and-dance performance, and a reenactment of one of the country’s most iconic romcoms. The winning team is rewarded with an all-expense paid trip around the city, while something unexpected might happen to the losing team.

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Episode #4

Synopsis:

The three teams are now headed for the Himalayan mountain ranges and are tasked with enduring the rough weather conditions together. Certain members from different teams begin to express their frustration and dismay as they try to overcome the anxiety of not knowing how the other teams are doing. In contrast, the other members tell them to snap out of it and focus on the challenge. Push comes to shove as someone is forced to decide when they find out their friend’s health from the other team is at risk.

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Episode #5

Synopsis:

The three teams head northwest for the Land of Fire and Ice. Teams are tasked with finding treasure hidden within the country’s contrasting active volcanoes and glacier landscapes. However, to make things even, a few must sit out on the challenge in isolation from their teams’ current affairs. Several contestants begin to show concern for their places in the game as alliances begin to solidify with the hope of taking out a common enemy.

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Episode #6

Synopsis:

The first aftermath of the season has premiered with old and familiar faces returning as hosts. Several previous contestants, now grown up, are invited back to comment on the newbies as the peanut gallery. The hosts review the relationship details of the first few eliminated contestants. They express their answers in their particular way, earning the respect and disappointment of the different hosts and peanut gallery members.

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Episode #7

Synopsis:

The remaining contestants are taken to their next challenge in the capital city of Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur. One contestant becomes skeptical after observing their teammate’s interest in another player in the competition. At the same time, another one grows weary of their teammates’ performances in the challenges, forcing them to enact an operation to boot out who they think is the weakest link.

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Episode #8

Synopsis:

A forty-eight-hour-long challenge awaits the three teams in Switzerland. Teams must bobsled their way down a mountain as they gather materials for the second half of the hospitality challenge. One team ends up in deep trouble as the natives don’t take kindly to a teammate’s refusal to cooperate, while another swiftly courses through the challenge due to a member’s special training. Meanwhile, problems and new friendships arise for one team as they discover secrets and motives amongst themselves.

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Episode #9

Synopsis:

The teams arrive in Milan, Italy. As the teams ramble to search for materials spread across the city for their blindfolded models to use on the runway of traps set up by the host, one contestant is having difficulty keeping up with their team as they begin to show regret for past actions. Another one is torn as they face the struggles of having to choose sides. On the other hand, someone tries their hardest to show their worth in hopes of redemption and a place to stay in the game even further.

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Episode #10

Synopsis:

The contestants are taken to Barcelona, Spain, for their next challenge. One contestant desperately starts making moves to establish connections with certain people to turn into potential allies, which results in a deal with the intent to take down a common threat as they play a twisted game of the country’s national sport set in one of the cities glistering beaches along the coastlines.

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Episode #11

Synopsis:

Off to Arizona and into the Grand Canyon!! The host tells the teams to hike their way to their designated landmarks. An argument emerges about the current and future state of the team and wants to change how the team is being led. Meanwhile, two people express intense emotions over the problems they face in the competition. After an incident, both have time to properly overcome their current predicaments and make amends before the elimination ceremony. 

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Episode #12

Synopsis

The second installment of the season’s Aftermath show returns with new guests after their time on the show has been cut short. One person compiles some of the guests’ most controversial and humiliating moments on the show to boost ratings. Someone manages to reflect upon the behavior they showed. At the same time, another person expresses much disdain and vengeance upon a particular contestant left in the running, much to the agreement of their fellow former competitors.

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Episode #13

Synopsis:

The host takes the remaining contestants to California, USA, where their challenge is split into five parts with varying amounts of players eligible to participate per section. However, due to unfavorable circumstances, one lucky contestant must only do one challenge to win it all for their team. Meanwhile, one person manages to get a hold of something important that may affect certain contestants in the long run.

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Episode #14

Chris, Chef, and the teens travel to Kruger Park, one of South Africa's National parks, where teams must find an animal and plant with their team logo before taking the blue train to Chris for a place in the following episode. But please be sure to search carefully. One contestant's crucial information managed to cause tension between three people after a seemingly unlikely friendship began to flourish. At the elimination ceremony, two contestants are on the verge of elimination. However, can one's planning cause the votes to shift in their favor?

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Episode #15

Synopsis:

Feeling betrayed by a so-called friend, a vengeful contestant will stop at nothing to achieve their sole goal of erasing another's status in the game. The contestants dropped on one of the most radioactive places on the planet, Chornobyl. The teams must find their way out of the area; does that sounds simple enough? Not when you're on a timer while being chased down. Two contestants got to have a moment to themselves, coming to terms with what must be done to improve their stay in the game. Meanwhile, someone also comes to terms with how they view a fellow competitor as a result of their desire to win back their attention and trust, and thus, does something completely out of the blue.

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Episode #16

Synopsis:

The teams travel to Cluj, Romania. Each team must gather clues hidden within the forest to solve a mystery around the show's history. With the numbers dwindling even more by the end of this elimination round, one person thinks ahead and devises a strategy to weaken their enemies while ensuring a place in the impending merging of the teams. Still, they must seek assistance first for this plan to bear fruit. On the other hand, another person is having difficulty managing the series of events they just witnessed beforehand.

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Episode #17 

Synopsis:

All emotions are in the air, and most aren't pretty. The remaining players land in Auckland, New Zealand, for a two-part challenge. First, they must go up the Sky Tower on foot while dining on the country's fine cuisine. Once they reach the top, every team member must sky jump off the Sky Tower one at a time while ensuring the stuff they ate going up doesn't go out. One expresses great exhilaration and confidence after doing so well. and another expresses a mix of resentment and respect directed at an opposing player. Lastly, someone didn't take the most recent elimination too kindly, which didn't go unnoticed by another contestant who knew what or who caused it.

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Episode #18

Synopsis:

New, unhappy guests join the peanut gallery, and what do they all have in common other than getting outplayed? Nothing. Five lucky losers get the opportunity to rejoin the competition. One unexpected player wins, now driven by the thirst for vengeance.

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Episode #19

Synopsis:

The teams arrive in Singapore for their next challenge. It is revealed that one person winning a second chance challenge on the Aftermath is debuting onto the show with the teams finally merging, much to everyone's excitement except for one previously hopeful contender. The host tells people to work in pairs, adding tension and unlikely mileage for some and a joyous experience for others. Considering one's connections in the game into consideration, three people coordinate a plan to ensure a better placement further down the line.

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Episode #20

Synopsis:

On to Uganda to visit the country's mountains for their next challenge. Tension arises between certain contestants after the previous episode's events make one of them seem untrustworthy. One contestant manages to win immunity as a way of redemption for their past performances, while another, unfortunately, left the show in more ways than they could have foreseen. 

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Episode #21

Synopsis:

Arriving in Antarctica for their next challenge, the teens must conduct research as they go to Chris and actual researchers by kayaking over frozen seas and snowshoeing across polar landscapes. Someone’s drive for vengeance against another goes out of hand while the relationship between two others is continuously placed under mixed signals.  Ultimately, the winner’s victory earned them respect and a massive target on their back moving forward.

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Episode #22

Synopsis:

The remaining contestants are going to the Caribbean islands to compete in a water-themed challenge. Two contestants attempt to rope in another person to join their alliance for a closer place to the finale. In contrast, one contestant helps another gain immunity to protect them. In the end, tension occurs as unwanted information is spread loose, and two contestants are forced to go up against each other due to one’s dishonesty.

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Episode #23

Synopsis:

The last few contestants head to Vancouver, Canada, to participate in a challenge revolving around the Arts & Culture of the City. One contestant berates themselves over losing track of the game for selfish reasons. Meanwhile, a different contestant desperately attempts to fix whatever is left of their relationship with another due to someone’s plan to attain their preferred set of opponents. However, one underestimation over another led to a change in plans.

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Episode #24:

Synopsis:

The Aftermath Show reveals the location of the finale, back to where it all started. The batch of the most recently eliminated contestants is brought out. The eliminated contestants are split into teams showing support for the person they choose who’s still running for the million-dollar prize. A representative of each team has to compete in a challenge to give an advantage to the person they are supporting. Certain contestants express their reasons as to who among those left in the game deserves to win, earning a variety of reactions. 

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Episode #25

Synopsis:

The final four are left alone as they engage in a full-out race to Ontario, utilizing anything they can use on the way there. One contestant takes another under their wing, hoping for an easier time in the finale. Meanwhile, two rivals finally confront each other about each other’s actions up to this point in the game. Ultimately, while two contestants successfully guarantee their spots in the final 3, the last spot is fought by two harsh competitors, each with a strong ambition that led them to this moment.

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Episode #26

Synopsis:

The season has reached its final episode, where one of the final three will win the one million dollar prize. The host announces that the last challenge of the season involves three parts which will test the finalists’ brightness, boldness, and bravery, coupled with assistance from the previously eliminated contestants. Ultimately, only one contestant will emerge as the world’s latest millionaire. But does the other one go as empty-handed as they thought?

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Omg touch starved or just all around clingy jack. He wants nothing more than to hold and be around you

A/N :Hi, I hope you like it x

“Aren’t you coming out?” Urban called from the front door. The sun was finally shining after such a cold and wet week they’d endured. He looked over to see Jack resting his head on your lap. Your fingers in his curls as you both watch television. “You are joking right? He’s not leaving Y/N.” Druski teased as he moved down the stairs.Jack grumbled from his place on your lap. “Shut up.” He locked eyes with his friends before looking up at you. “We’ll see you later.” You giggled over him with a wink. You missed Jack’s growing smile at the idea of you wanting to spend time with him too. “Yeah, nobody believes that.” Urban hummed and moved out. The laughter of the two boys echoed. 

“Don’t you want to leave the house?” You asked and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. You enjoyed the weight of him and just being so close. The tour had felt like forever and you had wanted him back so desperately. It seemed he had the same idea and hadn’t left your side in days. You wouldn’t admit how much you liked it.“No, not yet.” Jack mumbled and brought your hand to his lips and pressed a sweet kiss to him. “You are too cute.” You couldn’t help but comment and you watched his cheeks blush and it only made you giggle some more as you leaned in and peppered his face with kisses. He leaned into the action and brushed your noses together.

A soft moment or two moved past you both as you pecked his lips again and again before leaning away. Your fingers continued to play with his curls as he smiled up at you. “I should go and cook us something.” You whispered down at him and just enjoyed seeing him relaxed and charging his batteries. It had been such a long few months and so draining.“I’m fine here.” Jack mumbled and turned his attention back to the television; the sleepiness evident in his tone. “Okay love.” You hummed and pressed a kiss to his forehead before gently removing him from his lap. “Where are you going?” Jack’s eyes fluttered as he was more alert and moved to reach you. “Rest. I’ll cook us something.” You giggled and moved from his reach and into the kitchen.

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Nearly half an hour passed as you chopped up the large salad and waited for the chicken to cook. It was the longest Jack had been away from you since he’d returned and you couldn’t help but both miss him and enjoy the space . A soft hum escaped you as you sang to the radio quietly sounding out. You reached for the homemade juice and cool ice to sip at.You should have known it wouldn’t last long as his arms wrapped around your waist and brought you against his chest. His head moved into your neck and took in your scent that he;d missed so much. He tugged on your locks cheekily and a soft giggle escaped you before you leaned up to take his lips.

“Hey baby.” You hummed and pecked his lips once more. “Did you rest well?” You whispered and wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close as he burrowed into your neck some more with a nod. “Would have been better with you.” He pouted and began to softly mouth at your neck; marking you deliciously as his hands moved to your arse and pulled you against him.“Later.” You promised him and moved to reach a piece of the chicken to feed him. His eyes fluttered and he took the food from you. His mouth sucked on your fingers and you shook your head at his teasing as a moan fell from his lips. “So good as ever, ma.” Jack hummed and reached for another. You blushed and ducked your head before moving to pour him a drink.

“Do you want to go out tonight?” You asked and moved around the island whilst sipping the drink. He gently took his own from your hands; your fingers brushing against each other. The touch had you smiling and looking up at him with a soft blush. He really was the best, you thought to yourself. “I’m fine..unless you want to?” Jack babbled and leaned into the counter and brought his phone out.“Maybe then.” You giggled and leaned over the counter to capture his soft lips that nearly turned passionate before you leaned away to focus on the food. You had messaged Clay to book a VIP section in a nearby club. You didn’t really like doing it but you knew with Jack’s mood this week, he would want some privacy. 

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You were right. Jack had appreciated the privacy that came with having a VIP section. Obviously girls that were strangers seemingly moved in with Urban’s invite and you rolled your ears with a smile. Jack lounged against the seat with his legs spread and his arm around your shoulder. His fingers moved into your hair  before bringing you into a soft kiss when you were in the middle of a conversation.His lips found neck as he burrowed into you. Your fingers moved to his curls and smiled softly to yourself whilst trying to carry on a conversation with the poor girl. “Ignore them. You won’t get a chance to chat with them.” Duski confidently came over with the drinks and Jack was already reaching for it to give it to you as he only moved closer.

You giggled and shook your head at his antics whilst completely forgetting about the girl and giving Jack your complete attention. “Enjoying yourself?” You coed into his ear and snuggled into his side as he nodded and pressed a soft kiss to your head. “Always with you.” He hummed and his hand rested on your bare leg, softly stroking you.

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Harlow’swhore Oh god, how cute is this! Did everyone see the video of him nearly asleep on Y/N? Jack69harlow I am so jel!!! He is too much. She wasn’t lying about his clinginess.

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