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#23 which is ya know the age i just turned so that is also a Thing i'm thinking about

rayassecretlife · 1 year

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Im LITERALLY so down bad for dilf Jake Sully like omfg. Could you write a fic where maybe he is like your dads best friend yk like a forbidden romance with an age gap? (Ofc the reader is still over 18 duh)

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Forbidden secrets

Pairing: Dilf!Jake sully x 23 year old!Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

PART 2

Summary: You have a little to much fun celebrating your birthday, and the man you often caught yourself fantasizing about was the one to take you home.

Warning(s): Mature language, use of alcohol, Corruption kink, DOM!Jake, Praise kink, 15 year!age gap, unprotected p in v, degradation, dilf jake being a warning himself 🫠, cr*ampie, consensual!non!consent, f!ngering, marking, mentions of blood, semi public??? This smut is LONG

Saturday nights were usually days where Jake would relax at home and take a break from anything outside, but for today, he had to make an exception just for you.

Jake sully was your father’s best friend and right hand man when it came to anything business related. You grew up knowing Jake as one of the people you looked up to, but sometimes you couldn’t help but think about why that was.

As you got older, you’d catch yourself staring at the older man way more then usual. You’d notice when his braids were fresh and new, or when he cut his hair and lost the smallest amount of weight. Your mind had memorized every scar from previous battles that scattered his blue skin, and you knew how many freckles he had on his face. You never realized how good looking he had been till you grew up.

As for Jake, ever since you’d turned 21, he had his eyes glued to you and the way you were. Just like you, he’d find himself staring at your hips when you’d sit down and how they outlined your perfect hourglass body, or the way your hair touched the small of your back. He’d often take you hunting with him and that only made it worse, seeing the way your body moved when you pulled back a bow or even just stretched.

It was safe to say the two of you had the most forbidden feeling toward one another, and it made both of you feel so terrible.

Tonight was your 23rd birthday and of course you decided to share it with friends and family in an open area within the forest. Most of the clan had went but there were also people you knew who couldn’t go, having to tend to duties or watch their children since your party was definitely an adult only type of event. Your father was one of them, out running scout trips with a few other men while you celebrated without him.

It bothered you at first but you couldn’t think of anything else other then the drinks you had downed over the course of the night. You’d danced with many guys, sung with your friends, and even made a toast to which your very drunk words barely let you finish. It was safe to say you were the most drunk you’d ever been.

And Jake saw that.

“Having fun, Kid?” He asks, approaching you. Your conversation was cut short by the deep voice behind you, your laughing coming to an end as you turn to the familiar face with a smile.

“Jake! Your here!” You threw your arms around his large torso making him let out a small grunt, holding up your drunken body that so easily gave into his touch. “Thought you’d never show” Your friends are watching you with a smirk on their faces, eyes on the man above you that they so obviously thought was attractive as well. After all, he was Toruk Makto.

Jake frowns, excusing the two of you from your friend group before bringing you away from the crowd, gently pulling you off of him. “Your trashed, aren’t ya, peach?” You giggle and shake your head, taking another sip of the cup that was in your hand.

“N-no! This—this is water!” You argue, holding it up to show him. He only sighs at you, reaching to take it but you quickly pulled it back, shaking your head. “I promise, Jake! What’s the difference? It’s my birthday, you know?”

“I do know, and your shitfaced, Y/N. It’s time to get you home” He reaches for your drink again, this time being able to grab hold on it but not without your retaliation. “Peach, I’m really not trying to-“ Just then, the alcohol spilled all over you. Both of your hands drop the glass once you let out a gasp and look down to watch it run down your body. Your clothing was now drenched, dripping with liquid all the way down your legs.

“Are you happy! Now my clothes are wet and I don’t even have a drink” Jake doesn’t miss how you sniffle, kneeling down to see if the glass was broken which is so clearly was. He sighs and walks over to your helpless body, lifting you up gently so you wouldn’t stumble into it. “I was just having fun!”

“I know, Peach. I know” He thumbs away the preexisting tears that slipped down your cheeks before kneeling down, lifting you into his arms. “I’m gonna take you home, alright? Get you cleaned up, your gonna feel so much better” His voice is soothing against your ear and you can’t help but nod, closing your eyes to rid you of the spinning feeling inside your head.

Your relaxed as the man carries you through the forest, staring up at his features that you noticed never drastically changed since he was younger. His skin was glowing in the moonlight above you, and his yellow eyes were big trying to find your cave in the dark. You giggle at his frustrated expression, reaching up to touch his face.

“You look pretty, Sorry for screaming at you” Your apology makes him chuckle and his eyes are suddenly back on you, watching as a smile crept up to your lips. “I want a bath… a bath sounds amazing right now”

“Good thing that’s exactly where I’m taking you, huh?” You hum in agreement as he enters your cave, turning on the lantern that lit up your entire bedroom. He sat you on your hammock before excusing himself to grab some water and maybe some fruit for you to eat, trying to at least sober you up a tiny bit before you fell asleep.

You on the other hand, worked to remove your wet clothing that stuck to your skin. You had on celebration clothes so they were much more uncomfortable and skin showing, but the top wouldn’t come off and you were getting frustrated. Your mind begins to roam with anxiety as you fiddle with the strings, afraid of what Jake might say when he comes back to your half naked body.

But another part of your brain is telling you to keep it there. To keep the wet top on your body so it continued to show the curve of your breasts and nipples, and to allow your bottom half to show on full display for the older man to see. The ideas intrigued you; having Jake sully look at you like that… to look at you with hungry eyes like you’d always imagine when you were alone.

Oh Eywa, how badly you wanted him to touch you.

It was so forbidden but it felt so right, like you needed him to see you the way you saw him.

“Okay, here’s some…” Just as you had planned, you watched as his voice trails off and his eyes glue to your body, taking in every freckle and every line that scattered your skin. You were practically naked for fucks sake, how could he not look? He hated himself. He hated that he saw you the way he did but the truth was that he couldn’t see you any other way. He saw the way you’d look at him every so often and you saw the way he’d look at you, there was no reason to hide it anymore.

“I need some help with my top, Jake” Your voice is soft and slightly demanding as you stand to your feet, watching as Jake clears his throat, setting down the fruit and water he had grabbed for you. “It’s stuck… and sticky”

“Your uh… you don’t have anything on, Y/N-“

“Yes I do. I have this on” you tug at the top on your chest, watching him take a deep breath. Were you getting to him? You definitely were. His eyes are anywhere but near you now which made a smirk tug at your lips, approaching the man. “What is it, Jake? Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a woman without clothes before?”

He fought with himself as he tried to hold back, biting his bottom lip as his eyes scanned your hips, taking a liking to the curve of your body. You were a tease, who knew? It was wrong of him to look at you like this… but why couldn’t he stop? Why couldn’t he turn away.

A single hum vibrates through your throat as you let your hand reach for his arm, fingertips ghosting over his skin. Yes, you were intoxicated but you knew exactly what you were doing. If anything, you were glad you had the liquid courage to do this because if you were sober, you would’ve never tried.

But believe it or not, you deeply wanted to do this.

“Y/N” Your name comes hoarse out of his mouth, almost in a warning tone. You were playing with fire, didn’t you know this? Jake was so much bigger then you, and his gaze burned holes through your skin whenever he looked at you. “Your drunk, peach” He breathes but you only giggle, eyes taking in his every ab and detail on his chest; his very strong, large chest. You look up to the man with that same smirk still on your face, letting your fingers move from his arm to his chest.

“And so, so horny” His cock twitches at your words, your eyes were burning against his own, and your face was almost undeniable in that moment. Your sweet doe eyes were big and pleading but your body was confident, touching his like it was going to take what it wanted. “Come on, Jake. You want to help me, don’t you?” Stop looking at her, Jake! Just put her to bed and leave! Jake’s thoughts were roaming so wildly through his head, the only thing that was holding him back was the fact you were so clearly drunk, and he feared taking advantage of you.

“I can’t help you, not if your drunk” He finally refuses but your not taking that answer, only touching more sensitive areas on his body to gain his upmost attention.

“I appreciate you for saying that, but you and I both know I’ve been wanting this. You, have been wanting this too” Your voice is soft but full of intent as you press your hand to his chest, feeling the chisels of his abs between your fingers. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when we hunt, and how you watch my hips sway when I walk” He looks down at you as you watch your hands against him, letting them guide themselves up his perfectly toned body. “Tell me, Jake. Have you ever touched yourself to the thought of me?”

His breath is hitched as you let your hands travel up his back, moving closer to the man with ease. You had him right where you wanted him. “I… I don’t think-“

“Don’t lie to me, Jake” Your eyes meet at your words and he can no longer act like it’s not true, taking a deep breath before nodding his head gently to you. “I touched myself to you this morning, you know why? Eywa, you just looked so good with your hair wet, and the way the water fell down your body… makes me so hot”

Your hand eventually make it to the back of his neck, shaking under his dreads with ease. You were as close as you could be, eyes looking up at him with that pleading look. “Always think about how good you’d treat me, how good you’d fuck me” You could feel his heart beating faster and faster against you, and you watched as his eyes slowly forgot their loving state that he was so obviously trying to fight. “Why are you still holding back? You want me to get on my knees and beg you to fuck me?” Now you were just being a brat. Your voice was clearly in a teased tone and your body language was trying to get the best of his, you could see his jaw clenching at every word you uttered.

You lean up to the older man’s ear, brushing your lips against its lobe. Your breath was hot against his ear and you could feel his hands start to move from his sides, hesitant to touch your waist. “You better make me beg, Mr. Sully” That was it. That was his breaking point.

From the moment you whispered in his ear, to when his hands roughly grabbed at your waist, you couldn’t remember much until he was pushing you against the wall of your cave, keeping a slight amount of distance between the two of you as he took in your messy-hair state. You were laughing, biting your nail like this was funny to you. Jake didn’t see the appeal, if he was going to fuck you, he was going to ruin you.

“Your playing a dangerous game, Kid” He tells you with a sharp tone, moving to place his hands against the cave’s walls, closing you between him and the stone. You smirk, looking him up and down once before looking back to his face.

“At least one of us is playing dangerous” The two of you stood there, staring at the other for what felt like forever until Jake finally gave in, cursing himself under his breath before he grabbed your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. Your body is flush against his as he lifts you into the air, wrapping your legs around his waist as soon as you moaned against him. You could feel his growing erection, you could feel his hunger for your body like he felt yours.

Once again, your back is crashed against the wall as he completely devours your lips into his, fingers digging into your skin as did yours to his dreads, slight pulling them back when you needed to breath. His lips remove from yours and move to your jaw, hungrily peppering wet kisses down it, all the way to your neck.

Your moans are what encourage him the most. Hearing your sweet whimpers in his ear as he sucked on your neck felt like a dream. Believe Eywa, he’d had that dream many, many times before.

“I’ve waited so long for this” Your breathless above him, gripping his dreads between your small fingers. You could feel his cock pressing against you, begging for your tongue. It was big, he was so fucking big. It should’ve scared you but you were more intrigued, grinding your hips against his to gain some friction with the little time you had before he stopped your bratty movements.

“Older girls wait” He teases and you only roll your eyes, grabbing his hand that held you steady against him. You could feel his fangs were brushing your skin, hungry for it like some starved vampire. He wanted to mark you, and you wanted him to.

“Nothing’s stopping you from getting an older girl” You hum, holding his head and slightly pushing it down so his lips reattached to your neck. “And nothings stopping you from marking me, Mr sully” A grunt escapes his mouth as if he had been fighting with the feeling, shaking his head between your neck before meeting your eyes again; your bratty, untamed green eyes.

“Can’t have an older girl when I have a brat I need to take care of, now can I?” He’s so obviously joking and you love every second of it. Every word of degradation is like music to your ears, like a forbidden kink you didn’t know you had. You were a brat, but you were his brat. “That’s how you like it, huh? Like being bad?” Your ears are perking at his every word and your eyes light up with a laugh to your lips, smile so big you couldn’t relax it. “Jesus, your so dirty, aren’t you?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his body then before with a smirk, shrugging your shoulders. “I guess you’ll have to find that out” His eyes. Oh Eywa, his eyes were so hungry as he set you down on your feet, giving you a devilish look before kneeling in front of you. At first you didn’t know what to think but it only took you a few seconds to realize once his large arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body close to him.

His chin sat against your stomach, staring up at you like he had been waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t know what he was planning until his thumb was ghosting around your clit, that same smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you.

“Fuck” You breath heavily, leaning your head back against the stone, not even realizing the man under you was now fully under you. “S-shit!” Your hand fell clasp over your mouth to silence your moan, eyes falling back on the man under you. Except now, his face was pressed into your dripping wet cunt, and his fingers teased what his mouth didn’t. “S-sneaky little shit” You mumble under your unsteady breath, trying your hardest not to moan because he had just started and you didn’t want to seem weak.

But holy shit, this man knew how to use his tongue.

Your hand fell atop his head in hopes to gain some sort of stability but that quickly failed, given how badly he was attacking your clit. His mouth was warm against you and you already knew you’d come soon. It was like he knew your body inside and out.

“I know your not holding back on me, are you?” His words vibrate against your cunt making you jolt, thankful his arms held you down so you wouldn’t fall. Jake was in pure bliss under you, relishing in your sweet taste that so effortlessly painted his tongue. You were wet, your cunt was begging for more even if you were a crying mess above him, like it finally found what it had been longing for.

“That’s all? Maybe your the one holding back” He chuckles at your attempt at retaliation but still manages to one up you, slipping two of his large, slender fingers inside you. “J-Jake, let me sit down fir-“

“No” He only uttered one word but it was enough to make you listen like a trained dog, allowing your legs to tremble against his face. You could’ve taken it had you been sitting, but your legs couldn’t function correctly when he was destroying them under you.

His fingers curl against your spongy walls, pushing his tongue against your clit quickly as your moan’s increased. It was so clear you were already on edge, about to let go without it being over five minutes. You find your pride slipping from you in a matter of seconds, begging the man to let you come as your fingers tug his hair. You couldn’t hold on, your legs were far too weak.

“Please, please—Jake, please” His ears are perking as you moan his name, begging for him, moaning for him. Normally, he’d take his time with you but now? You were being such a brat, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. He needed to be inside of you, and for that exact reason is why he only sped up under you. “G-gonna come..!”

Your mind tried to come up with some sort of reason as to how you got yourself here, How you got your fathers best friend between your legs, and definitely how you were about to fully submit yourself to this older man. He was thinking the same thing; how did he get so lucky to have you above him?

In only seconds, your coming undone above him, legs almost falling weak under you as they shook from your release, sending shivers throughout your entire body. Jake’s still torturing your body, pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace. It was clear, he was trying to kill you.

“Jake!” You cry, gripping his hair with a begging tone. You couldn’t stand much longer. You had to lay down. Finally, after what felt like forever, he removed his tongue from you, letting his fingers slip from inside you. His strong arms are the only thing that held your legs straight, and you could see your release painted on his chin once he looked up at you. “Holy shit” You curse under your breath, chest heaving as he stood to his feet. You look at the large man above you, noticing once again how he towers over you.

“Down” Was all he said to get you to do just that, falling to your knees in front of him. You shouldn’t have teased him, huh? You really, shouldn’t have. “This your first time, peach?” He asks, obviously teasingly as he strokes your hair, making your eyes roll.

Your small hands work to untie his loincloth, letting it fall to the floor under you. Great mother, your suspicions were more then right. He was big, so fucking big you were unsure if it’d even fit inside you. Your body was small compared to his, and something like this was almost double the size of the first guy you’d been with.

“Nervous?” That’s it. You don’t even listen to Jake as you take his large length in your hand, leaning over it to let a line of spin drip onto the skin. Jake watches closely as your tiny hand spreads the spit around his cock, stroking the base of it. His hand falls to the side of your head as you let your tongue push against his tip, swirling around its mushroom head. You weren’t even doing much but Jake couldn’t help but go completely feral for you, praising your every move with heavy breaths.

You open your mouth to him, closing it around his cock once you went as far as your could. You look up at him with those sweet doe eyes, driving him absolutely insane. He was already harder then he had to be, now it was you teasing him for it. Your mouth is warm around him and he can only imagine what it feels like to be inside you, that thought alone made him feral. Your already stroking him faster and sucking him harder, tired of waiting for him to be inside of you. You could taste the sweet pre that leaked from his tip, humming around his painfully hard cock that sent vibrations through his body.

“Want to fuck your face… Gonna let daddy do that?” You bat your eyelashes at the man above you, removing your hand from his shaft along with your mouth, sitting back on your knees. He chuckles, pushing his thumb against your lip to open your small mouth, grabbing hold of his cock to press onto your soft tongue. “Such a dirty girl. A shame your dad doesn’t know your not at that party right now”

Your mouth is already filled before you could respond, and you could feel every ounce of him push into your throat as he strokes into it, holding your head to guide it along his shaft. Your nails dig into his thighs and make him groan, throwing his head back at the unbelievable sensation you gave him. You were so good for him, it made him wish you had been older so it wasn’t so wrong of him to mate you… but you both knew it was.

“Fuck, just like that. Taking me so well—wish you would’ve came to me sooner, Kid” you moan against his cock, the lines of spit from your mouth were now dripping between the two of you, making a mess of the ground. “All that shit that comes out your mouth about how your so innocent, about how your such a good little princess? Where’s your mouth now? Huh, girl?” He wanted to stay there forever but he knew he couldn’t. He was close enough, he needed to fuck you now.

He pulls you off of him, allowing you to gasp with your chest heavy, following his instructions to move to the fur mat you had in your room. You didn’t even have a minute to adjust yourself before he’s already towering over you, pushing you onto your back and pulling you by your ankles closer to his body.

“Jake” You call to him breathlessly, propping yourself up on your elbows. He looks to you with his ears perked, watching as a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips. “Use me” Your words are like a command almost, and his face is already meeting yours, kissing your lips roughly as he hovered over you. If it was rough you wanted, it was rough you’d get.

His cock is pressed against your entrance almost instantly, your slick coating it’s head with ease as he runs it along your slit. You were ready, you wanted him for far too long and you couldn’t wait any longer. Your eyes give him a reassuring look before you press your forehead against his, feeling him slowly push his tip into you.

His fingertips are caressing your cheek, soothing you as your eyes squeeze shut. You wanted this and you weren’t a virgin, but this was nothing like before. “You okay, Sweet thing?” He asks softly and you nod, fingers intertwined in his dreads. Jake stares longingly at you, watching your every move as your face contorts at the slight pain, pushing more into you slowly.

“Jake” You let out a soft moan once his tip is past your entrance, the hard part was now over. You look at him with your lips parted, brushing your thumb over his. He pushes your hair out of your face before kissing you, and you weren’t prepared for when he pushed into you fully with one snap of his hips.

Your toes curled and your nails dug into his skin desperately, the feeling was almost indescribable. You just felt… full.

“Oh my god” You moan against his lips, throwing your head back as he strokes you slowly, massaging your thigh. You looked so perfect like this, so pretty in this light. Your body was bare for him, and your body was welcoming him with open arms—he couldn’t get enough of you. “S’big… so fucking big” one of your hands release his shoulder to grip the fur underneath you, teeth catching your bottom lip between them.

“Now your just stroking my ego, pretty girl” He jokes, moving his head down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against it. His hips find a steady pace at first and gradually work their way up, starting deep, then fast to your skin. “Jesus, your so perfect. Wish I could breed this pussy… this pretty little cunt of yours”

His strong arms capture your thighs, pulling one of your legs to rest against his shoulder. “Jake! I can’t… oh my gosh” Your little voice is projecting off the walls of your cave but you don’t care, only worried about the man above you. Your head was still slightly spinning from the drinks your endured earlier that night and it only mixed with your horny mess of a body, begging Jake for more. “It’s so good… fuck! Your so fucking good!”

“Look at you. Such a fucking mess under me. What would your dad say if he saw you? If he knew how badly you wanted me to fuck you? Such a dirty girl, Y/N” He grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldn’t look away from him. His big yellows were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.

Which he did.

“Gonna come…! Jake, I’m gonna come!” Your a whining mess under him and he loves every second of it, pushing his hips into you faster then before. Your small body was like a toy in his hand and you were at his every command, doing everything he said.

“Come for me. Want you to scream my name so the whole forest knows who’s fucking you this good” You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. “My dirty girl, Your so fucking hot like this”

“I’m coming! I’m—oh my god I-“ Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldn’t last much longer. “Jake…!” You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.

“That’s it! Good fuckin’ girl!” His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he ruts into your harder, watching your liquid spurt from between the two of you. “Squirting all over me, can’t believe anyone actually believes your innocent”

“Jake it’s—it’s too much!” You push on him but he obviously doesn’t budge, only rolling his eyes at your attempt.

“You begged me to fuck you like this and now your giving up? A shame, thought you were stronger then that” You grip his large arms until your knuckles turn bright blue, scratching along his striped skin. You curse at him, not wanting to hear his teasing any longer. “Fuck me? Is that what you said?” You look at him with an angry look for a second before completely switching, a smirk pulling at your lips. Jesus, you were nasty, huh?

He pulls out of you all at once making you whine, not able to protest before he’s already flipping you over onto your stomach and pushing your ass in the air. You giggle, stretching your arms in front of you as you arch your back against him, begging him to forgive you. “I was only joking, Pretty boy” You hum, looking back at his face.

He doesn’t say anything and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. “This what you wanted? Then fucking take it” He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldn’t even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didn’t even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.

“fuck! Right there! Please, Jake—fuck me right there!” Your begging voice is music to his ears, your hands gripping the ground under you as he pushed himself against you. “You’re so deep… so fucking good to me, Jake” He hums, leaning against your body so you were entirely pressing against him, his tongue running along your light blue skin. Once again, you could feel his fangs threaten to break through you but he held himself back, placing sloppy kisses against your shoulder and your neck.

“Nobody can fuck you like I can, Kid. Your mine. You’re all fucking mine, you hear me?” You cry out a yes, the sound of your skin slapping against each others being the only thing that could be heard. “That’s it, fuck me back!” He praises against your ear, holding your hips to press into his.

“Mark me, Jake. Please… please mark me!” You beg making his ears perk, his chuckle against your ear making your skin shiver with goosebumps.

“You know I can’t do that, Kid. M’sorry” He snaps his hips against you and you mewl loudly, crying out his name. “Just let me fuck you nice and good, yeah? Give you a birthday to remember” You huff, reaching back against him to grab his face.

You look over at him, your loving eyes practically begging him. “The back of my neck, Jake. N-nobody will see it! Nobody will know—fuck! Nobody will know it was you” you try to bargain and you can tell he was debating it, glancing down at the area on your neck. “Please, do it for me?” Fuck. That got him good. He cursed himself before pushing your hair away from behind your neck, leaning down to run his tongue along it.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble one day” He sighs and you can feel his fangs press against your skin making your eyes roll back, feeling your third orgasm of the night slowly approaching. You let out a shaky breath against your hand as the slight sting took over your body, like you had been getting a tattoo for the first time. His fangs pierced your neck, coating themselves in your sweet blood.

“Yes! Jake I’m… I’m gonna come again!” You whine, not daring to move your head as he soon released your skin, cleaning the blood with his soft tongue. He was close, so fucking close and he knew this was as far as he could go. He needed you to come now.

He grabbed your hands and pinned them against your back, pushing your head to the mat as he sat up against you, slamming into you harder than before now. You’re a moaning mess under him and you know your done for, begging him for more and yelling to him how close you were getting. He couldn’t handle it.

“Come for me, baby. Need to paint that pretty face of yours” Jake moans above you and it makes you frown, pushing your hips harder against him as you clench around his cock, making it almost impossible to move. “Don’t be a brat, kid. You know I can’t!” He already knows what you’ll ask but the answer was no. He couldn’t, he definitely couldn’t.

“I’m not in my heat, Jake. Please!” You beg, knowing it was practically impossible for you to get pregnant if you weren’t in heat. Jake kept repeating his answer with every stroke but as he continued, it didn’t seem to matter. You wouldn’t let him go. “Please, Jake. Want it inside! I want all of you!”

“You’re so fucking drunk, Y/N. You don’t want that” He curses, holding himself back from releasing just off how tight you were clenching around him. You roll your eyes, you knew exactly what you were saying.

“Stop being an asshole and just fucking do it!” He groans loudly, pushing your head against the mat harshly as he picked up his pace, tightening his grip around your wrists. You had officially pissed him off. You were screaming under him, he wasn’t just kissing your cervix anymore but he was full on ramming into you, like a wild animal during its rut.

“Fucking brat, you never know when to shut up, huh? Come for me now, Y/N” You cry, unable to hold it any longer. His grunts are louder now and you could feel his cock pulsing inside you, just waiting for you to release. You let out the loudest moan you could as you tip over your edge, fingers balling into a fist as you cry loudly from your orgasm. “That’s it! Milk my cock, kid. Just like that!”

“Please give it to me, Jake! I’ve been so good for you, haven’t I? Just give it to me!” You beg the man and with only a few more strokes, he pushes himself as deep as he could go inside you, releasing himself deep inside your dripping wet cunt. “Yes! Oh my god—yes!” Your eyes roll back as you move your hips against him, helping him ride out his high inside you.

The hot spurts of his come paint your gummy walls, and he almost collapses onto you, holding himself up just inches from your body with his heavy, hot breath against your skin. The two of you are sweaty messes against each other and you don’t even know what to say, only laying there lifeless as he slowly slipped out of you. You could hear him moving around your room but you didn’t care. You couldn’t even move, you felt so weak.

He clicks his tongue as he kneels down to you, scooping your body in his arms gently to not hurt you so much. He can see the bruises along your body now and instantly feels bad. He hurt you, his innocent little girl that he was sworn to protect. “You alright, Y/N?” He asks worried, laying you down on your hammock and retrieving a blanket to cover you.

You open your eyes to the man standing above you, his loincloth and gear back on his body making you frown. “You’re leaving?” You question sadly and he sighs, looking over at the entrance to your cave.

“Your father will be home soon, Kid. I can’t stay” Jake admits, sad as well that he can’t be with you. You wanted to argue but you knew he was right, giving him a small smile with your arms out for him. He kneels down so his face is level with your own, pressing a passionate kiss against your lips. He hated the fact he had to leave you after doing that with you, he felt like an asshole.

But he couldn’t stay and get caught by your father. He didn’t want you to get in trouble, especially on your birthday.

You both pull away with a smile and Jake looks down beside him, holding up the bin he put there and the medicine he laid out on your small table that acted as a nightstand. “Put some medicine here for when you wake up and the trash is here if you need to throw up, okay? Your father should be home soon so you won’t be alone for long” His finger strokes your cheek and you nod softly, eyes threatening to flutter shut.

“Could you stay until i fall asleep?” Jake looks at you with a softening face, sighing before nodding his head. You were already well on your way, there was no point in saying no. “I’m gonna have the worst hangover, huh?” He chuckles, nodding his head as he lays behind you, pressing his stomach against your back.

“I’ll be here in the morning, don’t worry” Your forehead creases at his words but he quickly shushes you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Gotta help your father with something here, but don’t worry about that now, just close your eyes” He reaches to stroke your hair softly, listening to your purring noises next to him.

You smile, closing your eyes at the sudden touch. You felt safe, so at home with him. You prayed this wasn’t just a dream. “I love you, Jake” The words slip from your mouth and you’re not even worried about them, feeling yourself slipping away already. He chuckles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“I love you so much more, kid”

PURRRRR DOUBLE UPLOAD!!! Sorry if there are mistakes, my keyboard is glitching cause of how long this was 🫠. I’m sweating this was one of my best works 🥲

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tennessoui · 2 years

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Miss Kit, if you’re still taking prompts. How about “You love me, right?” for AU where Mafia boss Anakin corrupts Obi-Wan.

hi hi hi!!! so this was a bit weird to write because the au in question is really like 1-2 posts (i know there's an original but i can only find the follow up) which means it was a lot of building!!! which was cool but also that means this is actually 2.5k rip

anyway this is an au where basically young detective obi-wan is sent undercover to infiltrate mob boss anakin's criminal organization and he's successful but he falls in love with anakin in the classic 'got too deep and can't get out' thing. at least anakin loves him and loves corrupting him. (this is dark--duh--and age reversal, so obi-wan is 23 and anakin is 39.)

sorta a reverse pbatmb but not because i think there are really fascinating differences between the stories but it is a dark mob boss story with flipped mob bosses, so it's a LITTLE reverse pbatmb lol

anyway

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It isn’t surprising that Anakin is waiting for him, not really. He’d probably had him tailed to the police station and back again. He might even have told his man to kill Obi-Wan should he not exit the building within fifteen minutes.

After all, letting Obi-Wan run away once was about proving a point. Twice just looks bad.

So he’s not surprised that upon stepping into the lobby of Anakin’s restaurant, his elbow is caught by one of the men. “Vader wants ya,” Ahsoka tells him. She sounds grim.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Obi-Wan replies. Maybe it’s because he feels—free. Maybe it’s because he feels confused and like he’s swallowed a ball of lead that transformed itself into a hornet’s nest upon contact with his stomach. He shrugs Ahsoka’s hand off. “I know where to go.”

Ahsoka doesn’t say anything, but she does sneer. She didn’t like him much before she found out he was a rat. She especially didn’t like him after he ran that first time, no matter that at the time he’d thought he was running for his life. She probably didn’t think his life was worth the trouble he’d caused.

They’re both lucky Vader thinks differently.

“Watch your step,” she tells him like it’s a threat, at the base of the grand staircase that leads to the second floor. Ostensibly, there’s more dining up there for anyone in want of a table at a hot, fancy, popular restaurant with countless awards. Realistically, Obi-Wan knows that the second floor of the restaurant is where Anakin conducts his business.

His other business.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan replies, pausing on the third step to look down. It’s the events of the past twenty-four hours that make his tongue loosen in a way that only Anakin has ever rewarded him for. “He says you’re jealous.”

Ahsoka’s eyes flash in the low light as she takes a step closer. She’d been about to retake her spot at the front, the guard dog of Vader’s mob. “What.”

Obi-Wan steps down until he’s only one step higher than her. It makes them almost the same height. “He says you’re jealous,” he repeats. “Ani does.”

Obi-Wan never calls Anakin Ani, not unless he’s been told to by the man in scenarios where it helps both of them with their covers: Anakin as someone to underestimate. Obi-Wan as someone to write off. It works now too for a vastly different reason. The only one allowed to call Anakin by his first name is Obi-Wan himself. Not even Ahsoka, his apprentice, can.

“I’m not,” Ahsoka snaps. She grips the bannister so hard that her knuckles turn white.

“Really?” Obi-Wan asks. “Because, well. I was an undercover cop, he caught me, he still kept me, and then I slashed his face, I ran away, and when I came back he still welcomed me with open arms. But you—he broke your finger for bungling the shipment I told Windu about. I’d be jealous too, in your place.”

Ahsoka tries to take a second step up, be on level with Obi-Wan, but he stops her with a hand raised and placed on her neck. “Now, now,” he says. “Vader wants to see me.”

Anakin’s apprentice snarls but lets him go. She always has to let him go because Anakin loves him. Anakin wants him.

“One day, someone’s going to show you your place, Ben,” Ahsoka takes a step back, a strategic retreat.

“I know my place, ma’am,” Obi-Wan says in Ben’s accent, soft and unassuming, framed and workshopped off of Vader’s own speech patterns because the linguist the police hired had thought it would breed familiarity. “Similar to yours, it’s beneath Anakin. Mine just comes with more perks.”

He loves me for one, he doesn’t say. He doesn’t particularly want to shove a crowbar into Anakin’s relationship with his apprentice. Not because he doesn’t think Anakin would forgive him for it, but because it sounds more complicated than it’s worth. Ahsoka will adjust. Anakin will make sure of it.

He doesn’t love you, an unwelcome voice murmurs in the back of his head. The memory is fresh. Mace Windu, senior detective, had said that not even an hour ago, clutching Obi-Wan’s resignation letter tightly in both hands. Parting words that had landed like a grenade in his mind, even as he tried to shake it off.

Has anyone ever? He’d shot back, eyes drawn without his express permission to stare heavily at the sheriff’s closed door. Qui-Gon had refused to see him. His own father—he makes one choice he doesn’t approve of, slips and stumbles in a situation his father sent him into, and suddenly Qui-Gon Jinn never adopted a boy.

He’d left the station soon after, but not before Detective Windu hda fired a parting shot: I’d hate to see you spend the rest of your life catering to your daddy issues.

Obi-Wan hadn’t even really thought about the words, what they meant, not until he’s walking through the open doors of the second floor to see Anakin lounging in a firm chair at the head of a table. The table is laid heavy with food: fruit, cold meats, cheeses, pasta, salads, oysters.

All of it untouched. Some of it Obi-Wan had admitted to never trying, some of it he’d told him were his favorittes.

Anakin smiles when he sees him, dropping the knife he’d been spinning around in his fingers to hold out a hand as he shifts his body, readjusts to rest his chin on his fist. “Welcome home, baby. Happy retirement.”

Obi-Wan gets halfway from the entrance of the room to Anakin before he stops. He doesn’t mean to. He’d been ready and willing and eager to climb into the older man’s lap, kiss him dirty, lick down the pink scar over his eye that Obi-Wan had given him. But—he can’t shake Mace Windu’s words. Men like Skywalker can’t love. You’ve found yourself in the eye of a hurricane, but storms move quick.

It had been his mentor’s last piece of advice for him, before his feelings and disappointment had turned his words into insults and petty blows.

Men like Skywalker can’t love.

“Baby?” Anakin sits up straight, head cocked slightly as he studies him. “Did they give you trouble? Quitting a job isn’t illegal. You gave them two weeks and everything. Well, I did. But you were there. You were quite…enthusiastic.”

Obi-Wan swallows and can feel a blush burn down his face and across his cheeks. He remembers the terms of which Anakin had called into the police department, asked to speak to Obi-Wan’s supervisor, and smugly told them that as Obi-Wan’s new employer, he was phoning to let them know that Obi-Wan was giving a two-weeks notice, but that they had talked about it, and Anakin would allow him to finish up on any current assignment he was working on.

The assignment Obi-Wan had been working on was, of course, infiltrating Anakin’s criminal organization while undercover as a lackey from out of town named Ben.

Obi-Wan had, at the time of the call, been on his knees beneath Anakin’s desk.

“Come here, Benny,” Anakin purrs. Obi-Wan has never liked that nickname, not since the very first time the mobster had called him it, and he thinks he probably knows.

He’d studied Anakin, right, before he’d gone under. He knows that Anakin still sometimes calls him Ben on purpose because Obi-Wan can never stop the flash of guilt he feels at having started a relationship with Anakin before the older man knew who he really was. He knows Anakin uses it against him. He knows Aanakin probably can’t even help it.

It still stings. Many things do, in their relationship. But Anakin kisses the hurts better every time. He’s the only person who has ever said he loved Obi-Wan and then—then actually tried to make good on the promise.

Obi-Wan’s mouth is dry, but he has to ask. “You—you love me, right?”

Anakin blinks at him and lounges back in his seat to look at him consideringly. His hand drops down onto his thigh. Like this, the man looks more Vader than Anakin, and it makes Obi-Wan shiver. No one in the precinct actually, really thought Anakin Skywalker had dual personalities, and perhaps Obi-Wan should know better than everyone else. But he doesn’t.

Sometimes Anakin looks at him and all he can see is Vader in his eyes, the way his hands are rougher on Obi-Wan’s form, the short staccato sentences and the resting frown that even Obi-Wan cannot kiss away. Vader is…territorial. There has never been a single meeting that Obi-Wan has attended where Anakin looks like Vader that he has not attended in the man’s lap. It’s not as if Anakin is lightyears better or anything, still as possessive, jealous, but sweeter too.

Obi-Wan doesn’t know what these differences mean. He isn’t sure Anakin would elaborate if asked.

And a part of Obi-Wan—a part of Obi-Wan simply does not care. Not if both—one—either—whatever—not if Anakin, whoever Anakin is at any given moment, wants him. Loves him.

“Do I love you?” Anakin repeats. It’s an embarrassing question, all things considered. It reeks of every insecurity Obi-Wan has ever harbored in his soul. And even though most of them have been teased out by the man in front of him, dissected and examined, the words still bruise to hear spoken so lowly in the air. “Come here, Obi-Wan.”

This time, Obi-Wan goes, closing the distance between them quickly. Before he can scramble into his lover’s arms, the man stands up so that their fronts brush against each other.

It feels far too close and not close enough, and Anakin must agree because his arm brushes against the backs of his thighs and pushes up in the universal sign to jump. Obi-Wan does, wrapping his arms around his neck for further balance.

Anakin catches him with ease. Obi-Wan’s only twenty-three, not yet grown into his shoulders, so he’s fairly light to carry, but it helps that Anakin is almost forty, all broad shoulders and height and muscle put on from a life of fighting.

“Why else would I have taken such an interest in you, sweet baby Ben?” Anakin croons as he lays him down on a couch meant for reclining with after-dinner drinks. Mostly the couch is where Anakin fucks him if he doesn’t want to wait to get back to his apartments. “Take you in, off the streets, a stripper who punched my best friend in the face because he was flirting with a girl?”

“She was half his age,” Obi-Wan mutters, turning his face up and away. He’s never going to apologize for it, even if it hadn’t been how he was supposed to make contact with Anakin’s mob in the first place.

Anakin hums and catches his jaw. “Hm. Point is, baby, why else would I have let you get so close to me, wearing all my pretty things, ignoring all the alarms in my head saying you knew me too well, too fast, if I didn’t love you?” His hand tightens and Obi-Wan gasps out.

He’d read the files on Anakin. He’d read every Business Insider article. He’d read everything he could get his hands on. Of course he’d known so many things about the man. That had been his only job. Get close to Anakin Skywalker.

Task succeeded.

Anakin Skywalker’s lips trail from his cheekbone down and then up again, to the edge of his temple. Obi-Wan knows what he’s going to say before he says it. “Why else would I let you into my bed, if I didn’t love you? Why would you be the only person allowed to see the twins whenever you want if I didn’t love you? Why else would I be so terribly upset to find you in this very room, in this very position with one of my men, if I didn’t love you?”

Obi-Wan tries to move, to thrash and shiver and run his hands over Anakin in return but somewhere between laying him down and now, the man has caught his wrists in one of his big hands while the other runs up and down Obi-Wan’s torso.

The man—Maul—had followed Obi-Wan one night to a meeting with Detective Secura. He’d overheard everything, had known Ben to be a rat, but he hadn’t confronted him about it for two days. He’d waited until he could get him alone, in this room. Obi-Wan had been sitting at the table, sipping water, knowing he couldn’t eat until Anakin returned from his drop-off.

Maul had threatened him. Threatened to tell the mob, threatened to tell Anakin. Obi-Wan had been confronted with the thought of losing Anakin or losing his cover and he hadn’t reacted well. He’d known exactly how long it would take Anakin to get back, so he’d stalled until the last minute before offering himself to Maul in exchange for his silence.

He’d seen the looks. He’d known he wouldn’t be turned down.

He’d also known Anakin would kill Maul if he found him on top of him. Which he had. To both.

“Why would I forgive you after, if I didn’t love you, sweet thing?” Anakin murmurs, mouth still pressed to his temple. “Why would I forgive you for trying to fuck another man into silence, for lying to me about your name, for hurting me and leaving me, if I didn’t love you?”

Obi-Wan whimpers. Anakin’s hand has migrated to his throat and he’s putting so much pressure on it. He’s hurting him. He’ll probably never hurt him as much as Obi-Wan hurt him. Maul had managed to accuse Obi-Wan as being a rat before he’d died. Anakin, fearsome and covered in blood, had turned to him with one golden eyebrow raised.

Obi-Wan had tried to flee. For some reason, that had been the moment Anakin had become enraged. He’d tackled Obi-Wan to the floor. They’d fought, Obi-Wan has a scar on his palm still, long and deep. He’d grabbed the knife Anakin had slit Maul’s throat with with his open palm flipped it to his other hand, and cut out at Anakin’s face. The move had gotten him off him, just long enough for him to run.

“If I didn’t love you, baby, why would I have gone to find you? Why would I have made it so very clear that your place was by my side? Why would I have given you the choice to come back or stay away forever? Do you think I often give rats those sorts of choices?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head. It hadn’t taken him long. Anakin, that is. He’d found him hiding in his apartment—Obi-Wan’s, not Ben’s. Obi-Wan had come home from a shift to see Anakin lounging on his sofa, reading through one of his favorite books, skin around his right eye carefully bandaged.

It hadn’t taken Obi-Wan long either, to decide. Anakin hadn’t even gotten out of the building before Obi-Wan had made his choice. He hadn’t—he hadn’t wanted to leave Anakin. The man had said he loved him. He hadn’t—he hadn’t wanted to be without his love again, he’d do whatever necessary.

“I’m not a rat,” Obi-Wan gasps, and the hand around his neck loosens as Anakin takes his hand away to look down at him in interest.

“Oh?” he asks. “What are you then?”

“Your baby,” he breathes, eyes falling to half-lids as he adjusts their bodies so that they’re as close together as possible.

“Mm,” Anakin agrees, leaning down to bite gently at the skin of Obi-Wan’s bottom lip before letting go. “Guess I’m just wondering then. I think the real question should be…does my baby love me?”

Obi-Wan lets his eyes fall completely shut as he tilts his head up in silent demand for a proper kiss.

After all, Anakin has a point. The answer should be obvious.

#asks #prompt fill #obikin #dark fic #also absolutely anakin knew from like almost the very beginning #like obi-wan gets taken to see him and he's just too 'recently trained and aware of the peopel around him'#to really be ben from his cover story #so he's fascinated but suspicous and he finds out fairly quickly #but wants to know how he can twist and bend this young and desperate to be loved and desperate to please man #he really does love him in his own way #but he also really enjoys playing mind games with him #and he will always keep the upper hand #i think the most interesting thing between pbatmb and this #is the anakin/vader split that is sort of there but not really but not NOT #and of course baby obi-wan vs baby anakin is just worlds apart #this obi-wan wuld never really take pleasure in the direct killing #but he was ready to engineer a sittuation to make anakin kill maul #idk i obviously need a tag for this i just typed 2.4k but idk what to call it rip #vaderwan #i guess #playmaker au

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 7 months

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Weird Dream About Husk From Hazbin Hotel (He Was Being Weird...)

[Note: Mature Audience Readers Only, for now I will have this be under "for everyone" but I might change it later. also reading this is optional so only read this if you want to but you don't have to read this if you don't want to. also besides this going to talk about the weird dream I had about Husk, this will also talk about how Megatron was carrying or like went through the budding in TFA...]

ya know how weird dreams can be when they make no sense at all, also before I start on this talk about that weird dream...

there were reasons as to why I didn't sign back on Monday or Tuesday on September, and some of it isn't just because of the not so great feelings, there were other reason...

but I was able to write one of the Crossover fan fics...

like that one that has to do with Sari Sumdac at the human age of 23 but also the cybertronian age of 23 hundred...it might be a bit confusing.

but anyway the weird dream I had about Husk, was really weird and possibly out of character for him.

and I'm pretty sure he might of been drunk in that dream, cause no way he would willing say what he said in that dream.

the weird dream happen around October 5, 2023...

Husk for some reason placed his head on one of my shoulders and told me I smelled good....so it is possible he wasn't in his right mind, so why would he tell a Defective Earth Angel who's blood type is O RH D Negative that she smelled good.

and who is the same Defective Earth Angel who had found out that weird stuff happens with the modern radio at times when they either pick it up or just have their fingers pointing at it......which once again, luckily doesn't happen much but only once in a while, I can check to see if it acts weird once in a while but it might depend on the signal...

but yeah, the dream was weird and for me having weird and random dreams are normal for me.

oh yeah, and Alastor was in the dream as well, I think I wanted to tell him about Husk being weird, but it didn't turn out that way.

I know that Alastor said he didn't like me, which I think I told him in a sassy way that I didn't care.

for all I know, Husk in that dream might of mistook me for Angel Dust, and I guess it could be possible in that dream I was in the form of Angel Dust but was still me.....would also explain why Alastor said he didn't like me, of course we don't know if he would truly dislike Angel in canon.

my favorite fanon Crossover OTP ship will of course be Blitzhusk, which is Husk from Hazbin Hotel and Blitzwing from Transformers Animated.

I think I want to ship Lapis Lazuli from Steven Universe, with either Bulkhead from Transformers Animated or Waspinator from the same show...

both Lapis and Bulkhead might get along because of their love for art.

but their ship might end up being more of a "I bud it" meaning it will be friend zone.

the reason why I would OTP ship Lapis and Waspinator, because they have a bit more in common even if their bad experiences are still different.

they were both wrongfully trapped for many years and cycles.

and they were both hurt by both the Crystal Gems, Homeworld, Autobots and Decepticons.

the ship name of Lapis Lazuli x Waspinator would probably need work.

Lazulinator is just one idea, and there is WaspLazuli.

if those two fused, their ship name could also be the name of their fusion.

also I have a new favorite parody phrase....

"Decepticons Have Their Fun, But Crystal Gems Do It Better."

and yes it references the song "Brunettes Do It Better" by KIDFORCE.

if one could troll Megatron with a crossover music video, with the Decepticons being the blondes and the Crystal Gems being the Brunettes......that would be interesting, and it be funny to watch Megatron's reaction, along with other Decepticons and Autobots who watch it.

it does make sense that Megatron from TFA is Sari's Carrier-Sire.

just like how it makes sense that Optimus from the Shattered Glass version of it, is the Carrier-Sire of the Sari of that universe and timeline.

also I have learned about the whole sparked-up word, which seems to be a counterpart of the word knocked-up.

so yeah my fan theory is that Optimus had accidentally sparked-up Megatron when they were fighting and it being help along thanks to the Allspark, or the Allmatrix as I'm gonna call it...

for all we know the Allspark in that show, might not of been the real Allspark, but was still infused with some of it's power.

would explain that key and it bringing Megatron out of that stasis coma, and possibly being the reason why Sari in her upgrade form, had no control...that key has been chaotic neutral this whole time. O_O

I still think it is possible Megatron wasn't really dead when he was still in Sumdac's lab, but he would of been if the limit was up that had to do with how long his head and body can stay separated.

the time limit could be 50 to 51 stellar-cycles, so if Sari hadn't been born, and didn't end up with the key....during either the 50th stellar cycle in that lab, and in a stasis-coma, it would end up having Megatron going offline in his stasis-coma.

yeah as weird as it might seem, I think it could be possible that Megatron was either going to budding stage or he was carrying, and if he was carrying, the sparkling/hatchling possibly moved from his spark chamber and end up pulling a Athena.

so Megatron would be Zeus, and Sari would be Athena.

he is still long overdue for that Hatchling Shower.

picture if Alastor was told about that dark secret that Megatron isn't aware of, he might enjoy seeing the look on Megatron's face.

like picture him having a cake and gifts and everything, and having "It's A Girl & Techno-Organic!" on a banner.

Alastor congratulating Megatron on the birth of his daughter, could confuse the leader of the Decepticons.

and well if others can come to the whole fan headcanon theory about Megatron pulling a Zeus and him giving birth to Sari and Sari herself being like a Athena....

then some fans can believe that Optimus Prime is the Other Sire, just not the Carrier, well unless we are talking about TFA Shattered Glass Optimus....

for a Womech (a new way to call a Female Transformer who is also called a Femme...) I think they should be called Carers.

if a hatchling/sparkling has two Womechs as parents/creators, it would make sense if they are called Carers, but one of them would be the Carrier-Carer....

Sari could call Megatron, Dad-2....like how Twitch calls Wheeljack by the title Dad-2.

and if in Earthspark, Wheeljack and Ratchet made the Dinobots.

that would possibly mean that if Twitch ever found this out, she might start calling Grimlock and even viewing him as "big brother."

well Wheeljack had sons, now he has a daughter.

he isn't the only Mech who has a daughter that was born on Earth and is technically a Terran.

Sari may have started out as 100% Cybertronian, but she was technically born on Earth, and she had become half-human thanks to human DNA, plus it would mean she wouldn't just have the metal from her cybertronian half but also her human half as well.

because it turns out humans do have some form of metal in their bodies.

it's called Magnesium.....and for all we know the Cybertronians could be made up of some percent of Magnesium or something that is kind of like it.

so anyway, Sari is a Terran by not just her being made up of human elements but also because she was born on Earth.

so while she might have the same metal as any other Cybertronian, she may also have the Magnesium that is thanks to her human half.

anyway we know that some fans do OTP ship Megatron and Optimus together, so it being possible that Sari is both of their own daughter.

could be a surprise to some fans and who knows how it will make the OTP shippers feel.

those two might act like a old married couple already in Earthspark.

Optimus is still a bit of a Himbo Prime, well not everyone has to agree about that but that is how I had viewed him in Earthspark.

Soundwave from Earthspark, he still looks like he has Mom-Hips...

I still want to view Soundwave from TFA as being more of a Soundwave Jr., and Megatron based him off of a Soundwave he knew that could look like Soundwave from Transformers Prime but in TFA form.....which makes me view Megatron as a Simp.

so we could call Soundwave Sr. by his other name, Soundblaster if he and Soundwave Jr. (that Megatron created) are in the same room.

Soundwave Sr. can go by "Soundblaster" while the younger Soundwave Jr. can still be called Soundwave.

I wouldn't be surprised if Starscream called Megatron a Simp.

because he based Soundwave Jr. off of Soundwave Sr...

also technically, Soundwave Jr. and Sari share the same birthday.

and I'm still gonna view those two as siblings, and Sari being the big sister who regrets how she treated him before but becomes a very dangerously protective big sister if anyone dares to harm or try to make unwanted advances on her baby brother.

I don't care, I sib it.

once again when it comes to the different type of ships, there are some that you don't use the word "ship" in it because it will give the wrong idea.

for romantic ships, you use "I ship it"

but for platonic friendships and family, it is "I fam it" and even "I bud it"...

for Sari & Her Autobot friends who are like family, it would be "I fam it."

Shockwave from TFA being like a adoptive sire to Soundwave Jr. (or like better known as just Soundwave in TFA.)

would be the "I fam it."

Blitzwing and Husk being a Crossover ship....

would be a "I ship it."

I still want to ship Amethyst x Alastor, I'm weird for wanting to ship those two, they cannot be any more opposite. XD

well besides Amethyst being a Crystal Gem and Alastor being the Radio Demon.

I still feel like punching Samael.....he probably knows why I want to punch him but he knows I can't....I would probably hiss at him like a cat, or maybe like Husk if anyone tries to take away his booze.

I think it could be possible if someone tries to take his booze way from him, he might hiss...

and well besides wanting to punch him, even if I know it isn't possible...is it weird to have thoughts of wanting to flip him the double bird....?

even if it turns out he is Cain's Bio-Dad, he ain't the fraging boss of me....even if Cain (along with Seth) is my Ancestor.

I want to go live with Omni-Mom/Earthly Mother Goddess.

yeah me being weird when the weirdness causes me to have the very strange and weird thoughts of referring the Heavenly Father & Earthly Mother as "Omni-Dad and Omni-Mom"....

I was born weird, I might of been a accident (well not by my human parents choice to have me.) but it doesn't mean Archangel Samael is the boss of me.

I still want to give Lucifer the cold hands to face punishment, if he had waited until the balance between the Feminine and Masculine energies were fixed properly...

not saying he should of still done that rebellion thing, only he picked the worse slagging time to do that...

even if not everyone has to agree about it...

I'm still not a big fan of Toxic-Religious people, and there are some lines that can be crossed when a Toxic-Religious person becomes a Toxic Hazardous type....

it can be when the Toxic-Religious person becomes far worse than they were before.

anyway it is possible that Megatron was carrying in TFA, and the sparkling that was starting to grow, had moved from Megatron's spark chamber to his head....

thus, making Megatron the Zeus and Sari the Athena.

and it could be possible that Optimus is the Other Sire, and the "Allspark" had shot a light at the two in the middle when they were fighting on the ship, and caused a small part of Optimus's spark, a fragment to be transferred to Megatron.

so Sari's spark is made up of a fusion of fragment of those two's sparks.....which I guess I may have spoiled one of the chapters of my fan fics by saying that, but I'm pretty sure I already posted that chapter.

maybe Bumblebee was foreshadowing when he said Megatron eats protoforms, only I don't think that is true but it could still act as a foreshadowing from Sari being born from Megatron.

like how Athena from born from Zeus, so was Sari born the same way from Megatron. XD

I guess I never thought about it like that before until now.

anyway, I don't know if I have much to say about that weird dream.

it was just weird, and I guess interesting.

well at least it was different from that one dream I had about seeing Alastor and behind him was a Red Moon.

well at least we didn't end up like Star and Marco from SVTFOE.

still love the show, even though I don't agree about the scapegoating the magic for the mistakes that Star's Family had done, you know since Star and her Mom and their side of the family were the ones that misused it....well them and Solaria, who might turn out to be Star's distant aunt if it turns out Star and her side of the family are descendants of Solaria's older brother.

if Husk and Blitzwing dance during that Red Moon, and the lights hit them....it would bond their spark and soul.

I think it could be possible that humans might have sparks, but they are also called souls.

so we could view that Husk does have a spark, and like most former humans, who become sinner demons....they had magnesium in them.

so for all we know, in Transformers.....Humans, are descendants of Cybertronians that came to Earth....during the age which the Watcher Angels were suppose to have fallen for the Human Women and ended up having kids with them.

I'm going to view that as fan headcanon, that humans in Transformers are descendants of Cybertronians that ended up on Earth and even stayed there...

I'm weird and sometimes fan headcanons and theories will be weird.

weird idea that is coming to mind, is Husk being the descendant of Tigatron and Airazor, or like it turning out Husk is like Sari...

that Husk was born from Tigatron & Airazor's fusion form Tigerhawk, which once again makes them the first fusion relationship before Garnet of Steven Universe.

and while Tigerhawk was on Earth, they had ended up having a sparkling, and it was either Tigatron or Airazor who was carrying, and when they were in their fused form that is known as Tigerhawk...

their fusion form Tigerhawk ended up having the sparkling, that looks like how Sari look when she was a baby protoform.

the said sparkling of Tigerhawk, would then be found by a human couple, and one of them or both ends up touching the liquid metal body that was the size of a human baby...

one of them or both would touch it at the same time, get a shock and be out cold for a while before waking up to see the liquid metal body is replace by a human baby, which would later become Husk and end up meeting Alastor.

even if that idea is Fanon and Crossover type Fanon, the idea is just interesting to me.

I might add it in the story I'm writing that has to do with Sari.

I already am shipping Solus with Megatron's Mentor, which means Megatron has Two Moms.

I kind of want to view Solus as Megatron's Carrier...

which means that Megatronus Sr. is the Sire and Solus's Ex, while Megatron's Mentor is Solus's new Junxie.

Megatron has two Womechs as his Carers, and Megatronus Sr. isn't allowed to see his son.

and even if it is in a Crossover Fanon Timeline, Husk being the son of Tigatron and Airazor.

Tigatron, being like a cat, and Airazor being like a bird....

and Husk is a Anthropomorphic Cat with Wings, so of course I'm going to have the weird idea that in a Fanon Timeline he is Tigatron and Airazor's son.

well if a human couple found Husk's protoform self, and he got his DNA from them.....that means Husk has four parents.

even if they might not appear in the story where Blitzhusk started,

but if Tigatron and Airazor ended up in Sinner forms, Tigatron would be a Anthropomorphic Tiger and Airazor would be a Anthropomorphic Falcon or Hawk.

like they could willingly leave the well of all sparks, so they can go find and be at the same place as their son, who became half-human when a human couple found him when he was just born on Earth.

picture Airazor being so happy to see Husk that she hugs him to her chest, which might confuse Blitzwing, Angel and Alastor.

and Tigatron, her Junxie would have to tell her to let him go and stop treating him like a hatchling. XD

I think that weird crossover idea about Husk being born techno-organic and having died and never finding out he is half-human and he technically has four parents...

well who knows how Alastor will process that, or what Angel would say about it...

that idea about Tigatron and Airazor being Husk's parents, might be weirder than that dream I had about Husk.

it be funny and interesting if Airazor and Tigatron gave Blitzwing their blessing to become Junxies with Husk.

I know that might be a weird and strange idea of Husk being Airazor & Tigatron's parents, but it isn't canon and it is fanon...

and well, I don't know if I really do have much to say about that weird dream I had about Husk, it was just weird.

but it was the okay type of weird, plus it could be possible he had mistaken me for someone else and he might of had too much to drink.

some times dreams make no sense, even that one where I saw Alastor and a Red Moon was behind him.

who knows how he would react if he found out Husk's parents are Alien Robots, well only two of them, while the other two are humans.

Sari might have to explain to Angel how that works, if Angel and Blitzwing are the first to find out about Husk having both Cybertronian Parents and Human Parents. XD

I know it is possibly not likely that will happen in the story by Blitzy-Blitzwing, that is called Becoming a Demon.

but I still like the weird idea about Husk being a techno-organic like Sari, and he started out like a baby sparkling like her before his human parents found him and he absorbed their DNA and transformed into a baby human.

anyway in the next post after this, I'm going to talk about a FNAF theory.

and I rather not talk about the stuff that made me feel not great, even if not everyone might understand it.

anyway maybe sometime I will do a ship drawing of WaspLazuli.

and sorry if I really don't have much to say about that weird dream I had about Husk.

if Megatron x Optimus Prime became canon in one of the Transformers Timeline, it might make some fans happy.

just like how some fans were happy about Fizz x Ozzie being canon.

I know I was happy and still am, that Fizz x Ozzie is canon.

Ozzie reminded me of the whole my talking about how my ethereal wings going into flame mode when I get really mad.

well apparently they are suppose to hug around me when I get upset or nervous, so there is that too...can't really see them though.

and there were some stuff that Ozzie said in that new episode, that reminded me of some stuff that I believe is going on.

like possibly being on some kind of spell, but the way he talks about how he doesn't do artificial love.....it is still freaky how that reminded me of that.....

one of the things I notice, is that Ozzie seems to be a beef-cake, like for all we know Charlie's Dad could be hiding muscles and a beef-cake body as well.

I can't be the only one who notice that, right...?

anyway we all have weird dreams, and well when it comes to scary dreams or the type of dreams where you end up dream-walking because of the toxic-lust energy of someone else...

it's best to have a dream-catcher...

well, hope some like the crossover fanon idea about Husk being the son of Tigatron & Airazor...

I wish I could talk more about that weird dream about Husk, like what else that happen in it but I don't really remember much of it.

#do not reblog without permission #not for kids #husk hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #weird dreams #mature audiences only #megatron x optimus prime #sari sumdac #soundwave #transformers animated #steven universe #lapis lazuli #waspinator #one true pairing #i ship it #simping #talking about feelings #my thoughts

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Vicente "Dientes" Avila Introduction!!!

General:

Name: Vicente Ávila Cruz

Alias(es): Dientes (Teeth), Chente (by Rudy), Meña (By his mother, no longer in use)

Sex: Masculine (FtM)

Blood type: B+

Nationality: Mexican

Birthdate: 11/November/[REDACTED]

Age: 23 (during the events of MW2)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthplace: Oaxaca de Juárez, Oaxaca, Mexico

Current residence: Las Almas, Tamaulipas, Mexico

Languages: Spanish, Mixtec (His first language actually, has forgotten some things due to the lack of people or relatives to practice with), English

Occupation: Military, member of Mexican Special Forces

Rank: Private

Affiliations: Mexican army, Mexican special forces (Los Vaqueros), SpecGru (eventually)

Physical data:

Hair: 1C, dark brown, long, wolf-cut style

Eyes: brown

Body build: lean, slightly muscular

Race/Ethnicity: Indigenous

Height: 158 cm

Weight: 59 kg

Psychological data:

Diagnoses: Depression, PTSD

MBTI: ISFJ-T (Introvert, sensor, feeler, judger)

Phobias: Autophobia, Arachnophobia, Claustrophobia

Attributes:

Agility

Bravery

High tolerance to pain (This has turned against him in a few occasions)

Flexibility

Fast thinking

(He is very good when It comes to hiding or infiltration missions in general, his short height and light weight allows him to be slippery and quiet)

Skills:

knowledge in firearms, specialized with assault rifles and shotguns (His personal favorite ones are the Lockwood 680 and the M16)

Basic knife skills (However, he can be particularly VERY GOOD with Bowie knives)

Bush-craft (throw him in the middle of almost any environment with only a stick, I dare you)

trap making and building

Basic combat skills

Family:

“A este punto ya casi me he olvidado de sus rostros… A veces se me viene a la mente el recuerdo borroso de Maa haciendo chocolate en la cocina, mientras mis hermanos y yo jugábamos en la sala… Me pregunto si ellos me recuerdan a mi”

Mother: Flora Cruz Osorio

Father: Eugenio Avila Rosas

Siblings: Mariano Avila Cruz, Maximiliano Avila Cruz, Elias Avila Cruz, Mateo Avila Cruz (twin)

(Vicente was the eldest sibling in the family, being even older than his twin by 5 minutes)

THE CURRENT STATUS OF THE FAMILY IS UNKNOWN

Relationships:

Rodolfo Parra: Father figure, mentor (He wishes he could call him “dad”, but at the same time thinks that would make Rudy feel uncomfortable so he refrains)

Alejandro Vargas: Also a father-like-figure (Not as much as Rudy, but he totally respects the colonel and takes him as a role model)

Valeria Garza: Vicente got the chance to meet Valeria once, just before she disappeared. He used to admire her, but after discovering her true identity as El Sin Nombre, lost any of that respect he previously had

Jesús “Chuy” Ordaz: In general they have a relationship of colleagues, maybe even brothers

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick: Friend, romantic interest (Eventually he becomes his boyfriend but that's a story for another day)

Favorites:

Color: Teal

Food: Tlayudas

Drink: Hot cocoa

Song: Rosa Pastel - Belanova

Flower: Cempasúchil

Animal: Jaguars, or any other types of felines.

Music genres: Ska, Mexican rock, cumbias

Negative traits:

Self-Neglect: ¿Remember when I said this man has a very high pain tolerance? Well, in reality it has to do less with what he's feeling and more with how little importance he gives to the physical, emotional or psychological pain he has at the moment, he often sees himself as “less” than the others and thinks his injuries or necessities are a burden.

“Mecha Corta”: Which means he basically has little to none patience when it comes to things that may annoy him, he can get angry or desperate easily in a matter of seconds, If he's mad, he will constantly make you know by his mood, his expressions or even his way to speak towards you or the others.

Prideful: Dientes often confuses dignity with pride or ego. The fact that he was constantly bullied throughout his whole life does not help either, so It is not surprise when he commits risky or stupid actions just to “prove” himself to the rest.

Biography

(English is not my first language, I apologize for bad translation and grammar T-T)

Born alongside his twin in a rural Mixtec community, he was the eldest among his siblings and the most adventurous too. His father, an old drunkard who constantly lived in debt, found himself entangled in financial troubles with a local cartel in the area. So in an attempt to appease said debts, he sold his son to the cartel without the consent of his wife, and Vicente never saw his family again.

He spent that part of his childhood being exploited by the cartel, forced to work as a servant. It wasn't until one day, while playing in the cartel's garden, that he encountered a young Rodolfo Parra (just a low-ranking soldier during that time) trying to infiltrate and dismantle the place. The kid proposed to help Rodolfo on his mission in exchange for his freedom, a proposition to which the soldier agreed.

The boy earned the soldier's affection and care after the mission, leading Rodolfo to volunteer and become Vicente's temporary legal guardian. He became both a father figure and a mentor for him. Inspired by Rodolfo, Vicente decided to follow his same footsteps. Upon turning 18, he enrolled in military school and graduated with honors.

After this event, he distanced himself from Rudy a bit in an attempt to become more independent, especially as Rodolfo had been sent to apprehend "La Araña" cartel at that time. It was then that Vicente was assigned to be part of what would be his first significant mission: investigating possible drug trafficking routes that had recently formed in Chetumal, Quintana Roo. This mission not only ended in a complete failure but also left a lasting mark on Vicente for the rest of his days.

Very little is known about what actually happened, but based on official information and testimonies, his team was ambushed by a cartel known as "Las Palmas". Of the entire team, only Vicente survived. He was tortured for weeks and presumed dead, declared Missing in Action until three months later, when his unconscious body was found a few blocks away from where the leader of "Las Palmas" was found dead. The boy had multiple wounds and cuts all over his skin, especially with one on his lips so wide that it exposed his teeth, earning him the nickname "Dientes" (Teeth).

By the time Rodolfo saw the boy again, he found him in such a mentally deplorable and agonizing state due to the Chetumal incident that he regretted being absent at that time. He secretly swore never to lose sight of his son again, and true to his word, Rodolfo enlisted Vicente in the Mexican Special Forces and assigned him to work with him and "Los Vaqueros." This way, he wouldn't lose sight of Vicente again and would be able to protect him up closely.

Vicente currently resides in Las Almas, Tamaulipas. Over time, he has significantly improved his health and become a crucial member of his team.

#call of duty #original character #call of duty oc #my art #cod oc #character sheet #cod mw2 #Vicente “Dientes” Avila #ok this is the last one #i promise

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inevitably-johnlocked · 1 year

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Hello!

Do you have any recs for fics with Moriarty as a major character?

Hey Lovely!

Ahh, none that I've personally read, but I do have a few in my "moriarty fics" tag, which I've collected and copied here:

sail with me into the dark by standbygo (M, 921 w., 1 Ch. || Character Study, Animal Abuse, Sociopathy) – Stepping into Moriarty's head... it's dark in there. Part 5 of the November 2014 Song Challenge series

Have You Tried Turning it Off? by Persiflager (G, 1,814 w., 1 Ch. || Moriarty POV) – A day in the life of Jim from IT.

Before The World Was Made by pasiphile (E, 16,366 w., 10 Ch. || MorMor) – In Which Jim Faces His Past (and Seb Stands By And Watches) Part 4 of This Life Is A Trip (When You're Psycho In Love)

Genesis by pasiphile (M, 19,521 w., 1 Ch. || Graphic Violence, Moriarty’s Past) – Before he was Jim Moriarty, he was just Jimmy, a street kid with more pain in his past and more ambition in his head than he could handle, and only one other person he could bring himself to trust. Part 6 of This Life Is A Trip (When You're Psycho In Love)

All the Best and Brightest Creatures by wordstrings (E, 188,426 w., 33 Ch. || Case Fic, Action/Adventure, POV First Person, Alternate Canon, Romance, Hurt / Comfort, Love at First Sight, Asexuality, Kidnapping, Torture, Drug Use/Addiction) – Sherlock sent Jim Moriarty to prison for killing Carl Powers at age ten. This is the story of the consequences.

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And these ones on my Bookmarks with Jim as one of the main villains:

Shallow Grave by SilentAuror (E, 31,672 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Angst, HLV Fix It, Infidelity, Pining Sherlock, First Person POV Sherlock) – Starts as Sherlock's plane is taking off at the end of His Last Vow. When he finds out that Moriarty is alive and that he's being recalled from his mission, Sherlock decides that he should have told John how he felt before he left. So he walks off the plane and kisses him.

THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF JOHN WATSON by skyefullofstars (T, 110,758 w., 24 Ch. || H/C, Kidnapping, Angst, Violence, Whump, Nightmares, Murder, Drug Addiction, Torture) – While Sherlock grapples with his new-found feelings for John Watson, he faces a very real threat: John's kidnapping and shooting at the hands of James Moriarty. And the knowledge that the love of his life is being used to test an addictive drug - at the risk of John's sanity and life. Prequel to THE BOYS OF BAKER STREET. Part 1 of THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF JOHN WATSON

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Facial Shaving, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?

The Horse and his Doctor by khorazir (T, 129,003 w., 13 Ch. || Horse / Vet AU || Magical Realism, Horses, Vet John, Horse Sherlock, Implied Alcoholism) – Invalided after a run in with a poacher in Siberia, veterinary surgeon John Watson finds it difficult to acclimatize to the mundanity of London life. Things change when a friend invites him along to a local animal shelter and he meets their latest acquisition, a trouble-making Frisian with the strangest eyes and even stranger quirks John has ever encountered in a horse.

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I know that I've read a bajillion more, and will eventually make a full list proper, but I may also have more on my Pre-S3 lists:

Season 1 Fics

Season 1 Fics Pt 2

TGG Related Fics

TGG: Pool Scene

ASiB Fics

THoB Fix It Fics

THoB Fics Pt. 2

Post-TRF Divergence

Reverse Reichenbach

Reverse Reichenbach Pt. 2

John Jumps Instead of Sherlock in TRF

John Fakes his Death

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AND Finally, I recently reblogged a MorMor Fic Recs (Nov 2022) (MFL) list with a bunch of Moriarty/Moran centric fics.

Feel free, friends to add some more if ya got them :)

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #moriarty fics #help steph find fics #moriarty is the villain

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adultswim2021 · 5 months

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Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job #34: “Universe” | February 23, 2009 - 12:30AM | S04E03

The first thing: Celebrity Zillions, a game show where big stars (Whoopsie, Steven Spielberg, Johnny Depp, others) all jump around while Mr. Zillions throws money down at them while suspended from the ceiling. I love this one, this is one of Eric’s best roles as the dreaded ceiling man. His eyes go nuts, and you gotta respect it. The concept of a television audience sincerely rooting for celebrities to get richer is very funny to me. Plus, the weird guys in this are simply "icing on the cake." Without checking to see that I’m right: I think this is the first time they use the Johnny Depp guy, who recurs several times in the Abso Lutely universe (including a very memorable Nathing For You episode).

Then, what luck, the return of Pierre! This is a PSA called “All the Food is Poison”, which features a chorus of young cheerleaders. At one point they stage a cutesy tableau where one of the lines is acted out as if she is sharing this information anecdotaly and not through verse. This is another GREAT one. The part where the girls all look more and more troubled by the song is so great. I love stuff like this. It’s art.

We get a second Gettin’ it Dunn featuring known nuisance David Liebe Hart as a guest. He makes a truly unhinged comment about alien women’s pussies. Then they make him apologize on camera for it. I love this too!!!

Then we get a Brule bit, where he tells us to use fruit juice to make ice cubes and then put “THAT in your milk”. These Brules Rules are more hit-and-miss than I remember, but this is fine! It’s a funny idea. Putting ice cubes in milk! What a fool! The first time I saw this I cracked up when Brule calls the viewer a “bimbo”. I like that he doesn’t know what some words mean!

Tim’s Discount Prices and Eric’s Premium Prices is really funny. Tim and Eric are businessmen and pitchmen to boot, and are dueling via commercial over whose business “fits the bill” and puts “money in the bank”. They are selling prices themselves, and have slightly different mission statements. This one has some funny lines and truly rude riffs. Tim saying Eric will “Rape ya!” is pretty nasty by today’s standards, but I think of it often, for some reason.

The only truly weak link here for me is another installment of “Afternoon Review” (The daytime show for women), which the joke is just that it’s footage of weird men being weird, and demonstrating talents that would not be appreciated by women. It’s whatever, but it’s one of those bits that has the “season three stank” all over it.

The host segments here are ones for the ages; in fact it has been made heckin’ immortal in the memosphere (the animated gif of Eric going “bwaaaaugh!!!!” while animated big bangs ripple out of his forehead, mimicking the hand movements he’s also making). This one is pretty funny and charming. Tim’s material is more absurd, he just yammers nonsense. He gets flustered describing the shape of the universe and just leaves it at “it’s not a bowl.” Eric’s material usually veers into sexual matters, because the guy is a horny freaking devil. This sketch also makes use of footage of Kaz trying to open a door with a sword, taken from a deleted season three sketch.

Eric describes bonding with his neighbor’s son against his father’s consent by swirling a flashlight around against his wall through the window late at night in what could easily be perceived as a flirtatious gesture. “I do this every night with your son”, Eric boasts. One of my favorite endings.

There is more Universe stuff in the EXTENDED SCENES of the DVD. Or, you can watch it right here on youtube.

MAIL BAG

dont publish this but i am not doing the funny man of tumblr bit, you got an anklebiter with different jaws than mine

Sorry, you can't use such wonderful turns of phrase as "anklebiter with different jaws than mine" and expect me not to print it. As a compromise I'll just put it in a font that's a little harder to read.

Xaviers Maneuver mafia guy is not Chinese but Chi-talian-ese. Thank you

Lucky for you, I am willing to sit my ass down and listen. I appreciate the correction.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #tim and eric awesome show great job

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raventao · 2 years

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So I had a very nice ZukAang dream last night about Zuko and Aang (aged up) having a daughter together and it was just super cute. I woke up at 2:30am, half asleep still needing a shower, which, gave me ample time to dwell more on said dream. Why can't I go back to sleep and finish it? I want more. The best I could do is write down what I remembered after the shower in my notes app though.

ANYWAY! If you're interested, the dream went roughly like so;

If you fudge the timeline around a little bit:

Aang gets frozen with Gyatso after a tactical retreat from the attack on the southern air temple. Sozin was looking for him specifically since he's already been announced as the Avatar to most of the world, so the air nomads haven't been outright slaughtered, but their numbers are not what they once were since Sozin still kills a lot of them looking for Aang after he gets frozen, assuming they're hiding him - he's probably about 20 and already been taught Water bending, was in the process of learning Earth bending but it wasn't going well.

He still meets Katara and Sokka (also aged up, so 22 and 23) when he wakes up, they still help him and they both continue their water bending studying as they travel. Gyatso helps them by being team dad.

Zuko still gets booted from the fire nation for the same reason, probably at the same age too, but by the time he finds the GAang, it's just him and a core group of guys + Iroh that have all pretty much come to the same conclusion - the fire nation is in the wrong and want to help. Zuko is also aged up to 23. He's seen some shit, he is not keeping the title fire nation prince, if someone asks, he makes sure they know he's the ex prince. He meets the GAang after they find Toph. (who does not need to sneak away because she’s a grown ass woman of 20 and made her own choices. Her parents still don't know about her bending prowess and coddle her, but ultimately, they can't actually stop her from leaving.)

Gyatso and Iroh are instant BFFs and co dad the GAang once Zuko joins - which is significantly easier since Ex prince Zuko is pretty publicly anti Fire Nation. But he does usually still go by the Blue Spirit to make things easier. Zuko/Iroh and Toph are teaching Aang Earth and Fire bending, and as a result, are getting closer. The comet isn't super immanent, they have time. (5 years or so? They're preparing, (both sides) but the time frame isn't quite as crunch time.) Zuko and Aang end up getting married quietly and having a kid (and nothing I've read/seen in AtLA canon says men can't get pregnant, and it's fantasy so ... ya' know.)

He dissappears from the public eye for about a year and resurfaces with a daughter. Her other father is not made public knowledge just to keep her safe from Zuko's family. (No name yet, leaning towards Rain?) She turns out to be an Air bender so no one actually can hazard a guess as to who her 2nd dad is. Even if being the child of the Avatar does technically mean she had the same chances to be any other type of bender.

She is about 3 when, while Toph and Zuko are away dealing with a covert operation for the resistance, her, Aang, Katara, and Sokka are attacked (where are Iroh and Gyatso? Dunno, maybe a White Lotus meeting???) by Zhao and his fleet. The fight is intense and being older and wiser, Aang doesn't use the Avatar state as often, but they're still kicking ass and taking names until Rain gets taken hostage and Aang gets seriously hurt, when he notices and gets distracted. Zhao uses her to escape and Aang is heartbroken that his baby is taken. Katara and Sokka are just as upset, not having been strong enough to get to her before she was taken aboard the ship. (Rain had wanted to help, saw her daddy, and aunt and uncle fighting, and said "I'll fight too!" And in typical 3yo fashion, did not listen when Sokka and Katara told her no, and slipped into the brawl of Fire Nation soldiers and proceeded to be a little more than a nuacience to them before she's captured.

Cue Zuko hearing about what happened after he gets back maybe a day or two later and sees his husband very injured (they at least took out the ship's worth of men who had stayed back to slow them from getting to Zhao and rescuing Rain themselves. T'was not an easy fight and some got in decent attacks while they were emotionally compromised.) And hears about Rain's abduction. He and Toph give chase while Katara takes care of Aang. He promises he doesn't blame them, he knows how dirty and underhanded Zhao is, that using a child to gain an advantage is absolutely something he would do. The Blue Spirit pays them a visit and when Zhao asks why the blue spirit is after him someone smartly answers; "well, it might have to do with you kidnapping the avatar's kid."

Which is where I woke up, but I'd like to think Rain was just throwing a tantrum amd flinging tornadoes around shouting for her dads when Zhao tells her she can't go home.

When Zuko and Toph get there to rescue her she probably blows Zhao off the side of the ship while they're escaping just to be petty. Toph would absolutely high five her for it too.

#avatar: the last airbender #a:tla #Zuko #Aang #zukaang #Katara #Sokka #Toph #Gyatso #Iroh #Zhao #cw mpreg #mentions of it anyway #children #aged up #AU

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book: The Screaming Staircase (Lockwood & Co #1) by Jonathan Stroud (kindle)

rating: 4.5/5 stars

genre: supernatural, fantasy, YA

finished: 2-5-23

This book was absolutely phenomenal. I watched the show first not realizing the world I was getting into and immediately started reading the book when I finished the show.

The premise of the world is that it now is encountering the Problem, in which ghosts (called Visitors) are now wreaking havoc. The catch is that only (some) younger people can see or hear them, and they train at a very young age to fight off and contain them at their sources.

I think if the book series had been written only a few years sooner than it was I would've already been a fan, and I'm very sad to know that this amazing world has existed so long without knowing! As it is, I had just started reading books beyond the YA genres at the time it was released, and completely missed this series. However, now that I am aware of it, I will for sure be reading all of them when I can get my hands on the books!

I really love all three of the main characters. None of them are perfect, but all are majorly endearing. I'm very much motivated to follow a story because I'm invested in the lives of characters (rather than simply the plot or world building, both of which are also fantastic here!), and this book definitely delivers there.

Without spoiling much, I also enjoyed a lot of the problems posed by the series, both in terms of character struggles as well as overarching societal problems (for instance, the employment and reliance on children in the workforce).

I do wish I had read the books first because a lot of the hints about the twists and turns in the book were already ruined for me, but it was still very much enjoyable. I already can't wait to read the second one!

#reading #book review #books #kindle #jonathan stroud #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #supernatural #fantasy #ya #young adult #fiction

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ddelline · 9 months

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ch83—136 | a shibuya OST

what | 49 quintessentially shibuya sounding tracks from every which genre (except the overused nu-metal the fandom wants) blurb | encountered one too many threads about the forthcoming (incredible sounding) shibuya OST filled w "it’s not hard/aggressive-sounding enough to fit the arc"-discourse, which gave me a rash, bc music w/o screaming can also sound (&go) hard af. so that forced me to assemble all my finest genre finds under the category “aggressive/raw/claustrophobic/menacing sounding tracks”, ranging from electro/ebm/breaks/idm → art pop/electronica/triphop → psychedelic rock & more. tldr here it is: the result of me being Affronted By Someone’s Musical Opinion On The Internet playlist → spotify (cont updated) tracklist | under cut

1. Identified Patient — Low Kust instr

2. Tricky & Martina Topley-Bird — Hell Is Round The Corner distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight the kill which I share with my passengers we take our fill, take our fill, take our fill

3. COUCOU CHLOE — WIZZ high—not the first time (shh) high—not your last time (shh)

4. Tzusing — Gait instr

5. Martina Topley-Bird — Too Tough To Die derision’s a cold wind against my skin you keep a-flayin’ til there’s no skin at all what’s to hold it together when you stumble and you fall

6. Labrinth — Nate Growing Up player, player put the money on it

7. Smoke City — Devil Mood I feel in a devil of a mood being instilled by the devil wicked hot, brings me so much pain and pleasure I can’t keep away

8. Massive Attack — Risingson now you’re lost and you’re lethal and now’s about the time you gotta leave all these good people; dream on

9. Portishead — Wandering Star those who have seen the needle’s eye now tread like a husk from which all that was now has fled and the masks that the monsters wear to feed upon their prey

10. The Herbaliser — The Sensual Woman instr

11. Vessel — Red Sex instr

12. Björk — Hunter I’m not stopping: I’m going hunting I’m the hunter—I’ll bring back the goods

13. Sofa Surfers — Hardwire psychic shrapnel the ruin in me I don’t want no heroes cause someday you see the wire

14. Dollkraut — Rollercoaster instr

15. Nearly God, Terry Hall & Martina Topley-Bird — Poems forget the punk, I pack the funk I’m gonna take a piece of you

16. Tristesse Contemporaine — Daytime Nighttime I just keep crashing, living on my rations the bullets and the roses, devil and the poses don’t know where my ghost is; don’t know where my home is guess we never chose this

17. Tzusing — 日出東方唯我不敗 instr

18. Björk — Army of Me you’ll meet an army of me army of me

19. Erik Lundin — Gold my sight aims on the horizon through my pulse and my temperature rising

20. Amnesia Scanner & Freeka Tet — Ledge instr

21. Tzusing — Residual Stress instr

22. The Prodigy — Breathe breathe the pressure come play my game, I’ll test ya psychosomatic, addict, insane

23. Caterina Barbieri — Memory Leak instr

24. Radiohead — The National Anthem everyone is so near everyone has got the fear it’s holding on

25. UNKLE & Thom Yorke — Rabbit In Your Headlights fat bloody fingers are suckin’ your soul away, away, away

26. Queens of the Stone Age — “You Got A Killer Scene There, Man…” what’s the fuckin’ difference, we all gonna die you gonna do something killer? c’mon, give it a try

27. Paul Kalkbrenner — Gebrünn Gebrünn instr

28. Underworld — and the colour red dark charge no, no, no dark charge no, no, no

29. Tricky & Martina Topley-Bird — Black Steel I’m not a fugitive on the run but a brother like me began to be another one public enemy servin’ time, they drew the line y’all they criticize me for some crime 30. Justice — Genesis instr 31. Alice In Chains — Would? am I wrong? have I run too far to get home? have I gone? and left you here alone? 32. Mother Love Bone — This Is Shangrila so don’t you die on me, babe don’t you die on me ‘cause love is all good people need

33. Linkin Park — Faint I can’t feel the way I did before don’t turn your back on me, I won’t be ignored time won’t heal this damage anymore

34. Labrinth — Mount Everest I burn down my house and build it up again (tell ‘em) I burn it down twice just for the fun of it (tell ‘em)

35. Vince Staples & Snoh Aalegra — Jump Off The Roof highway to hell and I’m speeding one way to tell if I’m breathing on three let’s jump off the roof

36. Blawan — Body Ramen instr

37. David Holmes presents The Free Association — Le Baggage rise (rise, rise) rise above ground

38. Nearly God & Björk — Keep Your Mouth Shut better keep your mouth shut, babe next to your chest better keep your mouth closed, baby and keep it close to your chest

39. The Dead Weather — 60 Feet Tall I know it ain’t easy I must tap your evil well boy, you come roaring like a bat out of hell

40. Giant Swan — Boasting instr

41. Screaming Trees — Shadow of the Season the hour is ending, can’t you see there is no way now to get free in the shadow of the season without a reason to carry on

42. Underworld — Bruce Lee bullet got the wrong bloke but he don’t die anyway it’s nothing mortal but he don’t move

43. Amon Tobin & MC Decimal R. — Verbal instr

44. Massive Attack & Young Fathers — Voodoo In My Blood voodoo in my blood is livid blood take, I’m chillin’, chill me got the soul of a mimic sign of the wars is my grinning

45. Blawan — Under Belly instr

46. Massive Attack & Roots Manuva — Dead Editors ‘cause to live or to die for we all search for some kind of truth

47. Gonjasufi — Your Maker (Daddy G Remix) is anyone else tired from working on a spaceship? from walking on a wire?

48. Labrinth — Gangster instr

49. Tzusing — 戴綠帽 (Wear Green Hat) instr

#fandom: jujutsu kaisen #work: music #jjk music #ddelline's music blog #ddelline’s galaxy brain jjk blog #jujutsu kaisen #fandom extras: OSTs

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weprovideleverage · 10 months

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tagged by @snapdragon-fish

rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

a - age: 23

b - birthplace: along the rhine river in germany

c - current time: 19:48 (i broke the formatting help; edit: i fixed it :,) )

d - drink you last had: water

e - easiest person/people to talk to: my best friend

f - favorite song: uff probably sth by set it off?

g - grossest memory: found out on the third night sleeping in a mobile home/vacation home that the wall and the bed where full of ants... after i went into said bed

h - horror yes or horror no: no but i did listen to all of tma so now i feel i should change that to a solid maybe

i - in love?: no, never

j - jealous of people?: yeah... not my best trait

l - love at first sight or should I walk by again?: well no but this time in the aroace colours to give you a more "straight" answer

m - middle name: two actually! but your name does not belong on the interwebs so i wont tell ya

n - number of siblings: one

o - one wish: uhh world peace? no? well id settle for figuring out what i wanna do with my life

p - person you called last: my boss to ask why noone is in the workshop (turns out they were sick or in the other shop)

q - question you are always asked: "how old are you?" followed by mild shock or embarasment cause just because im tiny doesnT MEAN IM TWELVE GUYS!!!

r - reason to smile: i have a cute fluffy dog :D

s - song you sang last: Zara Larsson - Can't Tame Her

t - time you woke up: 6:00

u - underwear colour: black and white stripes

v - vacation destination: dream vacation? well i share my first name with a greek godess so greece and specifically the athenian acropolis probably; next vacation? family holidays in france like every year

w - worst habit: procrastiation (hi snapdragon look i did answer! eventually)

x - x-rays: never. i did get an mri scan once? no wait i did get xray for my wisdom teeth!

y - your favorite food: Königsberger Klopse with Kapern (no i cant translate that... neither can wikipedia apparently)

z - zodiac sign: scorpio (which in most posts ive seen makes me the slytherin of starsigns even tho im a ravenclaw and also not activly mean or evil (mostly)

People who I want to get to know better: @teh-repository @smileylover99 @ladyslice00 @accidentalkittyghost @sammy-writes-stuff (If you want to, of course.)

have a nice day!

#me #question memes #about me

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At the first glance Joe looks like typical cold boring British man but he must be amazing in the bed if Taylor sticked with him 5-6 years and wrote 5-6 albums with love bombs and mind blowing sex songs 😅 because her relationship usually last 3-4 months 😌

urgh I hate this take lol for two reasons: firstly, they don’t really lol. Most her relationships were on/off because she’s a messy bitch who dated a lot of equally messy bitches. Secondly, she started dating Joe when she was 26 and coming out of a year and a half long relationship that included living together and which had, ya got it, started when she had just turned 25. Prior to that, her relationship with Jake had been on/off. Harry and her also had an on/off thing though I still maintain not altogether as profound. She dated her first real HS bf for over a year as well. Yes, when she was in her late teens and early twenties and constantly on the road and dating around and sleeping with messy people then yes none of it lasted all that long, which is to be expected. That’s called maturing through normal life stages. Hiddles was 100% a rebound and Tatty 2.0 was just a really bad idea but they didn’t intend for it to crash and burn. Travis and her are already on 7 months and it’s clearly going really well so that’s also not a quick fling or anything.

at some point y’all got to stop treating Taylor differently to normal people idk. I also recognize that some people come from different cultural contexts so maybe it’s not common to date around much for you but in like idk in my circle seeing a person for a little bit and realizing it’s not really working and calling it a day with no especially hard feelings attached is pretty standard? I’d find it weirder if Taylor at 34 had had like 3 boyfriends total all lasting upwards of 5 years lol like that’d be unusual??

Most of her “short” relationships happened between 19-23 which is college aged lol. I know some people meet their forever person in college but I know in debating circles everyone dated everyone and it lasted a couple months usually because idk we were messy bitches in our early 20s and the positive was we didn’t have to have it broadcast to international publications. And that was with going to campus and seeing each other all the time. If you factored in travel (as Taylor would’ve had to) trying to have a long relationship aged 21 would be mad hard. And like btw young celebs now also constantly date new people. No one is lambasted for it like Taylor was.

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sunshine72699 · 1 year

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Note: I update this frequently as life changes for me :)

Hello! 👋🏻❤️

In case you manage to find my little corner of this god forsaken app thought I'd introduce myself 👋🏻 oh I don't necessarily post anything NSFW or anything but if you're a minor pls DNI, I'm in my mid 20s, I'm a grandma. Go find friends ur own age 🩷🩷🩷

Call me M! 🥰👋🏻 (she/her)

I'm 24 years old & I'm a graphic designer 🎨 (which heavily implies I'm obsessed with art)

I have probably the world's most patient and amazing fiancé ever & I talk about him frequently. Sorry, not sorry 😘💚

^We're high school sweethearts, and we were together almost 6 years before we got engaged! That happened on 5/09/23! 🥰 our wedding date is Nov. 2024 🥳

besides design, I am also heavily obsessed with music 🎶

It's easier for me to link my stats.fm page to explain that mess: https://stats.fm/sunshine72699 << there

Favorite band of all time is Muse, followed closely by bring me the horizon. But I'm also a swiftie. You never really know what you're getting with me.

I love general nerdy things, I'm coming into it more as an adult with an almost fully developed brain than I did as a teen. Although, y'all should be glad I wasn't here when I was 13. Had a serious Doctor Who phase. It was bad. Here's an obligatory list of things I am interested in and love learning about

Movies:

I'm a huge James Bond nut. Hence M.

I like DC better than marvel. Harley quinn is my queen.

Marvel is cool tho. Don't get me wrong. I find DC more fascinating at the moment. Just how it's going. I love DC villians 🥰

TV:

Umbrella Academy is my favorite non animated TV show. I've also been into Doctor Who, lie to me, TURN Washington Spies, broadchurch stuff like that. I don't watch TV often. The animated Harley Quinn series is frickin hilarious. I like family guy and south park on occasions.

Anime:

I came into anime when I was 18 after my fiancé begged me to watch it. I was very late to the party & I regret being stubborn!!!!

Favorite is Tokyo Ghoul. Its not going anywhere anytime soon. It's frickin amazing. Juzo is my favorite character (hence my header) I love everything about it and if you let me I'll never shut up about it.

Others I've seen are: Demon Slayer, MHA, place to place, FMA: Brotherhood (1st one)

I'm currently attempting to watch Naruto and overcome years of oppressed cringe to it. Be patient with me. Pls.

Books:

Not as big of a reader as I used to be, but I am always open to suggestions!! Might be trying to read the Percy Jackson series for the first time soon (bfs fave series) so we'll see! I like design-related books & mental health topics too.

Other interests:

I'm a little bit spicy but you won't see anything like that on here🪶😚🌶 I love psychology & mental health, I love history (Fiancé was a history major), I like Journaling and crafting and anything art 🎨

If I think of anything else interesting or that I forgot, I'll update but yeah :D that's basically meeeee nice ta meet ya 👋🏻

#here from twitter #introduction #this is me #hellooooo #hi tumblr #metalhead #butalsoaswiftie?#mentallyill #anxiety disorder

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donotscratchyoureyes · 2 years

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A Sailor’s Tale

Many seasons ago I used to be one of those lads that threw balls back to players. It wasn’t a particularly arduous task unless you were placed on the Lower Rous in which case you would have to jump down into the void that existed between the two tiers in those days and take a lucky guess as to where you were throwing the ball back.

This was a role without any pay, but you did get a polystyrene cup of mystery soup at half-time and a programme which you could get signed by both sets of players (and Sir Elton) if you were lucky. If you were unlucky you could get shoved out of the way by an irate Bruce Grobellar or have Brian Clough insist you move the away bench a few inches to the left for no apparent reason. Further anecdotes from this period of my life will be revealed in a forthcoming autobiography ‘What Flavour Is This Soup…Anyone?!’ and any appearances on The Graham Norton Show that follow on from it’s Sunday Times Bestseller success.

It wasn’t just on first team matchdays that our services were required. Oh no. We were there for reserve and ‘junior’ (now known as under-23s) matches. You really haven’t lived until you’ve sat in a puddle for 90 mins on a Tuesday night, watching Jason Drysdale and Barry Ashby stretch in front of your face whilst looking forward to being bollocked the following day for not having done your maths homework. ‘But Miss, I was throwing goal kick balls to Mel Rees last night’ isn’t a reasonable excuse for not being able to calculate the area of a circle as it turns out.

The ballboys were organised by a chap called Arthur and his father-in-law, Percy who was affectionately known as Grandad due to his grandson, Richard, also being a ballboy. Rarely seen without his grey trilby hat on, Grandad used to always have a large white bag of Extra Strong Mints with him that he would offer us as we lined up to clap the teams out. “Keep ya warm that” he’d say as you took one.

One of the other characters that used to be around at every match was an old boy known to all as ‘Sailor’, who was slightly bent over, always wore a tired old suit and, as I recall, had what I would describe as a country burr when he spoke.

Sailor’s sole job at The Vic was to fly and take down a huge flag from a mast that was positioned in NE corner of the Vicarage Road end.

On 85 minutes he would make a slow walk along the main stand, up the stairs of the Vicarage Road end, lower the flag, fold it neatly and make his way back. This ritual was more obvious at reserve and junior matches as there wasn’t a crowd on the terrace to obscure his work. Being kids we teased him about this errand taking longer to undertake each match but he didn’t seem to mind, a big gummy smile used to spread across his face and he’d put the flag away for another day.

Fast forward a few decades, I wasn’t prepared for how strangely moved I felt upon seeing it in all its glory at the 100 Years At The Vic exhibition at Watford Museum last week. Whilst others were oohing and ahhing over bricks and The Observer clock, it was this large piece of yellow cloth that brought back the strongest memories for me. When I took a picture of it and sent it to my brother who was also a ballboy with the text ‘Sailor’s Flag’ he replied ‘Awesome. Fond memories of that’. It probably seems peculiar that something as seemingly innocuous as a flag can bring back ‘fond memories’ unless you also remember the person and the ritual behind it.

On a recent podcast with the curators of the exhibition, I was asked if I knew why Sailor was known by his nickname. I assumed that as a man of a certain age he had served in the navy. This however is not the case. It turns out he was left at an orphanage in a sailor suit as a baby. You have to love the fans of our club for knowing (and passing on) things like that.

So when it comes to writing my book, chapter three (which will be titled ‘Can’t I stand down The Rookery tonight, Arthur - it’s raining’) I’ll talk about Sailor and his flag, and how it’s one of my strongest memories of being a ballboy. That and when one of the Janaway brothers patted and then whistled loudly into one of the long shaggy microphones they put out on the side of the pitch for televised matches. It was cruelly amusing to see a technician tear off a pair of headphones whilst swearing loudly.

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calhaspam · 2 years

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helLO, for the question post, 20-23 ? i hope you have a nice day !!

20. Soda, but most of the time I say their names. Pass me the sprite please. Can I have some 7up? Where's the coke? I rarely say soda and I don't think I've considered saying pop since I didn't know it could be referred to soda. What is it, a British term?

21. I still have this yellow diary of mine from when I was 13 I think. I've never used it and its pages have turned a little brown at the edges from age. I drew my astrology sign at the front because I had an astrology phase. You know how it is with pre-teens and their identity. I covered it with blue paper cause I realized it was ugly right after I finished drawing my signs, pffft.

22. The kind of person I am depends, I guess. I believe that everyone has every trait ever, but have some traits more dominant or expressive than the rest. Or maybe not, maybe it's just me! I've got a lot of conflicting traits in my head. I mean, I'm optimistic, but that's only because I don't share my pessimistic thoughts. Then I'm brave at times, but I'm cowardly when I don't have the energy to confront stuff. I'm talkative as fuck and I ramble too much, but I'm quiet when I'm quiet. Ya' feel me? I'm chill, but I'm neurotic. I'm fun, but I'm boring. I'm kind, but I'm also mean-spirited. That stuff. Okay, I mean, I guess coming from the shit I'm saying, my key defining trait is that I think a lot. And yeah, I think a looooooooot. So hey, that's something. I'm in love with using commas as well, which I believe should be a personality trait.

23. I fucking love chilly weather my guy. Gives me a reason to wear my jackets, and I love my jackets.

#calhanxasks

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atsumwah · 2 years

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☆ 23:28 PM— MIYA ATSUMU

the sound of people cheering was the first thing you heard when you emerged from the big heavy doors leading the fresh graduates outside. you could see people, mostly families, by the sidelines with bouquets or balloons in hand, waiting for their loved ones to come out so they could all celebrate. a familiar ache tugged in your chest at that but you chose to ignore it and made your way out of the crowd instead.

it was a shame your own parents couldn't make it to your own graduation. either they were too busy or just forgot— you never knew, nor did you care at this point. it was pointless to remind them at this age but you can't help but feel like you're being left out of something. that everyone here had someone to be with but you.

someone's words rang in your head whenever you tend to feel like this.

"well I'm proud of you. always have, always will be, babe."

your eyes began to scan the crowd again, even going as far to stand on your tiptoes as you search for a certain someone but no matter how hard you try, you couldn't seem to find him. he said he'd come by but after anxiously walking around for a while, that hope began to die down.

it's not like you could be mad if he couldn't make it, you know? it wasn't exactly a promise and you were used to it— used to being by yourself, that is. you've accomplished so many things on your own. its not like this time it's any different.

but it was your graduation day. were you really selfish for wanting someone to acknowledge all the hardships you went through?

"I'm not too late, am I?"

a small smile broke through your frown and you couldn't help but let out a laugh at how easy it was for you to feel dejected when you had him as your boyfriend. of course he'd never let you down.

"you sure took your time." you said, turning around to be met with a familiar grin.

atsumu pouted. "cut me some slack, babe. do you know how hard it was to get a parking spot here?"

"which is why I told you to come early if you wanted to drop by."

"oh just come here and kiss me, will ya?"

you shook your head but obliged to his request, tackling him in a big hug as your lips crashed onto his. he responded quickly by supporting your back, always eager to reciprocate your lovely kisses.

"can't believe you came," you mumbled against his lips after you pulled away.

"I gave you my word didn't I?" he replied, giving a kiss to your temple before looking into your eyes. "I'm so proud of you."

your heart swelled at his words. words you wanted—no—needed to hear, especially now. "yeah?"

"yeah," he nodded, nudging your nose with his. "told you you were gonna be a genius."

you rolled your eyes. "graduating doesn't mean I'm a genius, babe."

"but it does mean you gave it your all into something you're really passionate about right?" he countered back. "means it was all worth it."

you couldn't help but chuckle. "you're pretty smart for an athlete, tsum."

"you saying I was dumb this whole time?" a hand held his chest, right where his heart should be. "you hurt me."

"yeah, well you love me anyway." you began closing the gap again, your lips almost brushing against each other. "I'm glad you're here."

a/n : this was purely self indulgent but also dt all my bbs that have ever felt like ur alone,,, ur not,, ur anime boyfie is always here to hug u and tell u how proud he is of u okay <3

reblogs and likes are always appreciated!

#shut up im biased let me be #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #atsumu miya #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #hq atsumu #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #also like #ill proofread back when im more awake

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