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happyk44 · 7 months

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Obsessing over the concept of Percy having so many dreams about Nico dying in front of him in different ways at camp or on quests and he has no idea what to do about them so he starts trying to get Nico to hang out with him and tries asking him in subtle ways about what's going on, trying to figure out if Nico is in dangerous without possibly freaking him out about Percy's dreams (who would feel safe if someone kept having dreams about them being murdered by faceless entities in orange shirts or killed by monsters)i

It goes nowhere. Nico is apparently fine, flitting between camp and the underworld and New Rome as he wishes. With more underworld kids coming into CHB for the summer, he's started spending more and more time there though, and all Percy can think of orange shirts and Nico's blood drenched in them

Eventually he caves and drives to camp, hunting down and cornering Clovis, who's passed out in a sunbeam like a cat. Percy steps into the grass and kicks him gently. Clovis wakes slow and tilts his face towards Percy. He stretches long, yawns loud. Percy stifles a responding yawn and squats.

"What's up, Percy?" Clovis hums.

Percy tugs at his fingers as he finds the right words. "I keep having shitry dreams," he decides on. Clovis arches a brow. Percy sits back and pinches the bridge of his nose. "What does it mean when you keep having dreams about someone dying?"

Baby blue blanket creasing, Clovis cocks his head. "Who's dying?"

Percy grits his teeth. "Does it matter?"

"Well, some dreams are just subconscious processing and some are my siblings being weird." Clovis blinks slow. People compare him to cows a lot, that baby softness on his cheeks and easy going demeanour. But Percy sees a cat more than anything. Domesticated and pampered. "And some are prophetic."

The grit of his teeth begins to hurt his jaw. "How do you know which one is which?"

Clovis hums and sits up slowly. He reaches down to his toes and flexes with a long groaning grunt. He gives a little sigh as he pulls away. "Well, I'd have to ask them if they're doing things. As for subconscious processing, that's just what's going on in your brain. And prophecies..." He hums thoughtfully. "I guess you wouldn't know until it happens." With half-closed eyes, he faces Percy. His head lags to the side. "So is there anything going on your brain to worry about this person dying?"

"Well, there is now," Percy says through gritted teeth. Clovis laughs, a trilling dreamy sound. Percy glares at him. "Clovis."

He shrugs. "I can ask around tonight." He picks at a blade of grass. "Who is it?"

Behind them, Nico is calling out to someone. It makes Percy's skin crawl. Kids laugh and Nico laughs and Percy wants to grab him and hide him. Clovis's bright orange camp shirt makes him feel like a bull, caged up with some idiot waving a red flag in front of him. He needs to rush forward and break the things bothering him. Skewer them and feel their blood drip down his skin.

He's starting to lose his mind.

"It doesn't matter." He too aware that the gap between question and answer was too long.

Clovis isn't looking at him but he feels watched anyway. "It could," Clovis says. "But at least I know it's not Annabeth. Or Grover." Percy startles and Clovis's grin is soft. "If it was, you would have said it before you even sat down." He gives another big stretch then flops back on his blanket, rolling over into a warmer brighter patch of sun. "Actually, you'd say if it was anyone." He tucks his legs up into his chest. "You'd keep quiet because you don't want to worry them. Which means there's probably some real concern there."

His eyes slide fully shut and he doesn't speak again. Heart pounding, Percy watches his serene face. He doesn't like that Clovis picked him apart like that. But not much he can complain or deny in it.

Knees whining, he stands slow. Part of him misses the Achilles' Curse for that reason alone. He liked it more when his body didn't hurt because of constant strenuous activity and the passage of time. He runs a hand through his hair.

What is he supposed to do? Wait for Clovis to tell him that his siblings were being assholes for no reason? To sit down and meditate about the reason his mind was focused in on Nico dying in various ways? Or worry unendingly that the universe was giving him a sneak peek at the future and soon he'd be standing at Nico's memorial, trying to figure out which person around him was the killer?

"Percy!"

He startles and turns. His skin crawls as Nico jogs up to him. There's a little boy practically pinned to his side. The closet they grow, the more Percy wants to shove Nico down deep where no one can find him. Ocean depths. He'd like the darkness, Percy thinks. Then he slaps the thought away as his arms begin to rise, his gut yanking towards the beach.

"Hey." It comes out breathless and wispy. "What's up?"

Nico's smile is gentle. It makes Percy's stomach cramp, the idea of it gone forever, bled out on forest grass. "Joel and I were seeing if he could summon ghosts." He gazes down at the little boy still tucked into his side. The kid is looking at Clovis. "Might be a bit of a trial for him though."

When the kid doesn't stop looking at Clovis, Nico pinches his ear and he tucks his face into Nico's side instead. He gives a ragged breath but Nico's easygoing look doesn't change.

It flits to the top of his tongue, but Nico answers before Percy has a chance to open his mouth.

"Ker," he says, "is his mom."

There is little Percy has forgotten from any of his underworld adventures, including being chased by those spirits while trying to stop Ethan from escaping with the sword. Violent death and disease. Feasted on human flesh. They couldn't kill, but they could harm and give death a jumpstart.

Percy's shoulder gives a phantom throb at the reminder.

"Didn't know she'd be interested in having kids," he says.

Nico's lip twitches and his arm curved around Joel's shoulders tightens him closer. "He's technically adopted." Joel's face tilts further away from Percy. "She thought he was cute."

There's definitely more to that story that Percy doesn't know how to ask about, so he just agrees passively that Joel is cute and they move on. Joel doesn't speak to anyone but Nico or make eye contact. He's a barnacle on Nico's side.

All Percy can focus on is his bright orange shirt and the violent death that thrums in his veins and how close he is to Nico. It would be accidental, Percy thinks, if Joel killed him. It's clear he likes Nico. It would be accidental if Nico was torn to shreds.

Percy wonders how easy it would be to get water into his lungs from the bottle he drinks from, how suspicious it would be if he drowned on dry land. Quickly he leaves with rushed goodbye. His hands are already plunging into pockets for his keys. He doesn't hear Nico's goodbye.

That night he dreads his dreams more than ever.

Joel is there this time. His face is wet, half hidden in shadows. Nico is front of him, sword out, protective. Then things slip and it's not Nico and Joel anymore, but one older girl and two younger kids behind her. The kids look terrified but the girl is enraged. Her obsidian sword slashes at someone rushing forward.

The world is too bright, Percy thinks. There are no shadows. It's like the sun is standing in front of them.

The girl shouts and beats off a pair of people who charge at her. With snapped necks, they fall to the ground in front of her. She yells and shoves her sword into the ground.

It splits so easily. The grass trembles. The earth rumbles. Skeletal hands claw out of the ground. Hazy spectres join them. The girl turns and grabs the kids while people fight the entities she summoned. The world is so bright, but there's shadows at the edge of the sunlight. She won't stop running. One of the kids runs alongside her. The other is held in her arms.

The shadows twist and flex towards them. It's unable to spread into the light. They're closing in. The first kid is closer, free of the weight of another person. The shadows greet her but she stumbles to a sudden stop, spinning around and staring pleadingly at the girl Percy realizes is one of Nico's half-sisters from long before.

Are the kids' Joel's half-siblings? he wonders.

"Go!" the girl shouts. The kid hesitates but the girl shouts again, "GO!"

The shadows swallow the kid with a wispy black maw. The girl is almost there when the ground creaks and groans. It rumbles violently, separating and splitting at the very seams. The earth opens before her.

Percy can see the decision she makes before she makes it, jumping over a gap in the earth before it splits too wide. She doesn't stop running even as she tosses the other kid into the air. He screams, a bloodcurdling thing that chills Percy down to his bones.

The shadows catch him. And he's gone.

The girl pants, gripping her knees as she bends over. The earth stops quaking. There's a few seconds where the only sound is panting. But as the people they were fleeing from close in, the girl laughs breathlessly and turns around.

"Isn't it fun when we chase each other?" she says. "I think we should do that more."

The leader of the little group is some tall boy who looks like he's never smiled in his life. He's bulky. Each muscle bulges and he glares. The girl is unphased.

"How dare you?" he seethes.

She rolls her eyes. "Well, my dad protects their parents." She grins, eyes dark like the void. Her hands flex at her side. "Why shouldn't I protect them? Especially since you refuse to listen to reason." She gestures widely. "Just because Chthonic is in the title doesn't mean it's bad. Chthonic means dirt, earth." She just her chin towards one of the kids. "You are technically Chthonic." She shrugs. "Besides, you fucking morons, they're kids. What kind of dipshit is scared of little kids just because their dad picks up dead people for a living?"

Her arms haven't lowered from where she's spread them. Her hands flex again, each finger tapping in the air, one after the other. Percy can't hear anything else that's said. It all goes muffled. It's obvious arguing. Judging from the pulled weapons, there are threats abound.

Then the earth breaks.

It's not the same as the earthquake before. This is a complete cave-in, the ground falling out from under their feet. She's the only person who doesn't look terrified to be falling. They all disappear into darkness. Like teeth chomping, the earth slams back together and seals itself over.

Then there's his ceiling. His fan is going in fast circles, a soft whrrrrr.

Sweat is sticky against his neck. Oh, he thinks.

Violent death and disease being present at every meal, every training, every campfire song. Someone was probably unnerved by it. Unnerved by him. Nico's protective hold was a wall in front of the bomb. It needed to be broken down so the danger could be disposed of, bomb defused.

He doesn't know when he grabbed his phone. Only aware of it pressed to his ear by the ringing. It goes for a while. His stomach churns.

A tired "H'lo?" passes through.

His stomach doesn't settle. "Hey, Nico. Sorry." He glances at his clock and winces. "Did I wake up?"

Nico snorts. "No," he grumbles. "I'm a vampire." Quiet breathing, tense silence. "Percy? Why are we on the phone right now?"

"I..." Percy pauses. Glances up to his ceiling fan, still spinning in fast circles. "I just. Had a weird dream." Nico makes a "go on" noise. Percy bites his lip and leans against the wall, drawing his knees up to his bare chest. "Have any of your siblings had to..."

Fight against other campers? Run with a pair of kids people wanted to kill because they thought they were dangerous? Commit suicide to stop those from going after the kids once they were safely away somewhere else?

There's nothing good in those questions.

He closes his eyes. "What was camp like for your siblings? Before?"

"Uh." There's some rustling. "Not good. Most campers didn't trust us because of the whole Underworld children thing. Lucky for them, my dad doesn't really go around spawning kids on a monthly basis."

Percy snorted. His fingers wove themselves into his sheets so tight they started to go numb.

"But we didn't have a lot of friends. People avoided us."

Blood on dark grass flickers through Percy's mind. "Or killed you," he blurts out.

His mind shuts down at the words. He can't process what he's said, barely hearing the whrrr of his ceiling fan or the sound of his own breath. His skin floats away from him. Then pulls back solid when Nico says, "How did you know that?"

He swallows thickly. "Like I said. Weird dream."

"About my siblings being killed at camp?"

Nico viciously protecting Joel comes to mind and sticks in place. "No," he says after a beat. "Technically I think she committed murder-suicide."

"Which one?"

Percy hates that question. Sourness floods his tongue and he answers with a gritted, "I didn't get a name. She was fighting off other campers, trying to protect a couple other kids from getting hurt."

A sarcastic little laugh echoes through the receiver. "Yeah, that's happen more than once."

The sheets unwind from his numb fingertips. "Fuck."

"It's been over five thousand years, Percy," Nico says. "Things tend to repeat themselves a few times." Percy doesn't know what to say to that. "Why were you dreaming about one of my sisters anyway?"

"I don't know," he says. It's the truth. He has no idea. But he has theories. And he has fears. "She was just there."

Nico is quiet. The sound of his breathing is steady, and Percy hones in on it. He matches each inhale and exhale with his own breaths.

When Nico does speak again, he almost sounds far away. "That's odd." There's a creak and a thump, like feet hitting the tile. "Is that why you were talking to Clovis?"

No. "Yeah."

"Interesting." His voice is faint, before suddenly loud and fast. "Hey, I have to go."

Percy's stomach churns violently. "But-"

His words speed fast together as he says, "I have to go do something, I'll call you back later."

There's no dial tone, just a loud clattering that makes Percy's heart drop directly into his stomach. Clovis's sleepy voice eclipses to max volume in his head. And prophecies... I guess you wouldn't know until it happens.

A dozen thoughts blur through his mind as he hikes up the window to the fire escape outside his bedroom. He should tell his mom he's leaving, he should call Grover, he should call Annabeth, he should make someone check on Nico.

He gropes around the top of his dresser for a spare dog whistle then blows through it hard and sharp as he clambours out through the window, shirtless, shoeless, and panicking.

Mrs. O'Leary barks up at him from the dark alleyway. Shadows still cling to her dark fur. He doesn't even bother racing down the stairs. Just throws himself over the railing. Nico's name echoes in his head like a broken record as he falls. Soft fur grips tight in his hands. He doesn't feel the pain of landing, shadows swallowing them both before he can even recognize that he did.

It's strange to appear just a few feet away from a gaggle of kids threatening your cousin and the kid he's chosen to protect. Behind the group yelling words Percy can't hear under the roar of blood in his ears, there's a couple other kids - twins of Erebus - sneaking towards them.

They get close.

But they get caught.

Nico snaps forward and Percy's hitting the ground before he understands what's happening. It goes by so fast, he can barely remember his own actions. Everyone's still breathing. But banged up heavily, or unconscious. Joel is crying wheezy little tears while his aunts try to comfort him, and Nico...

Nico is gripped so tight in Percy's arms that Percy worries he might've broken something. He relaxes slow. Nico detaches. Mrs. O'Leary's hot breath huffs against the top of his head. Nico gives her a pat on the nose, not looking at Percy as he turns to Joel and checks in on him.

Percy's watching the slump of bruised campers before him. His blood feels too hot. Sweat drips down his back but his skin is too dry. He takes a step forward. A hand shoves against his chest and he gazes down at void eyes.

The world slams back into place.

He breathes.

"You are ocean water," Nico says very quietly. "Not blood and human viscera."

His mouth is dry. There's something inside him that wants. "Water is water."

"Not like that," Nico says. Percy swallows and steps back. Nico lowers his hand. Then turns to face Joel and the twins. His voice brightens up, feigned cheeriness, as he marches towards them. "Joel, do you want to go live with my brother's cult?"

Distantly Percy feels like he remembers Nico saying something about that once, but he can't remember what, so his mind draws question marks he doesn't ask as he twists on his heel. Nico crouches, speaking in a steady soft tone. The girls are holding each other's hands. They spare looks for the people who were scared of their nephew, and spare looks towards Percy. It's the same look.

They look away when Nico says something to them, vanishing hand-in-hand into shadows. Nico whistles and Mrs. O'Leary approaches with heavy steps. Joel hugs her leg. His ragged breaths are wheezed tired and weary into her fur. Nico keeps a steady hand on his back.

There is no murder-suicide this time. Instead the shadows swell and deposits the twins, with Mr. D and Chiron beside them. Nico cuts them off when Chiron tries to question him. He takes long way out with the girls on either side of him towards the Apollo cabin.

He doesn't follow the girls back into the woods with healers on their tail. Instead he opens the door to the Hades cabin and sits on a wooden chair. There's a buzz of white noise from a nearby noise machine. Otherwise everything is quiet. Nico's phone sits where it had been dropped to the ground minutes before.

His blood still feels too hot.

It feels like hours later when Nico walks in. However, the clock on the wall says it's only been twenty minutes. Joel is tucked up into his side. He goes down without a fight into Nico's bed. Lets himself be tucked in and drift off. Then Nico pulls another chair around and settles down in front of Percy, straddling the chair backwards. His arms cross over the top. His chin rests on folded wrists.

They watch each other. Then Nico moves to rest his cheek on his wrists instead. "You've been having those dreams for a while?"

Percy makes an affirmative noise.

"They haven't really been about my siblings, have they?"

He doesn't answer that. Instead, he says, "If people kept doing things like this, why didn't you guys make your own place?"

"We did," Nico says. "A few times actually. But no one liked that they didn't know what we were doing. So they made us come back to be hated and suffer." He snorts. "The old adage - keeps your friends close and enemies closer."

Percy doesn't laugh. "Why did she adopt him?"

Nico lifts his head. "Some things had happened when she found him. She took an interest and gave him her blessing."

"What things?"

Nico looks to the ceiling. "Things that help her fill her fridge with food to eat." His eyes flicker back down to Percy. "Only Chiron and Mr. D know the specifics. But Joel is fine." He glances over his shoulder. "He's a good kid. No one needs to be scared of him." He turns back to Percy. "Now answer my question."

Blood still too hot, Percy stares at a spot just above Nico's head. Then grits his teeth. "I don't like watching you die."

"I'm not scared of dying," Nico says. "None of us are. It's why it's always been so easy to take care of them. Take the dislike, take the insults, take the threats."

Percy stares at him. Then repeats, "I don't like watching you die."

Nico stares back. "You're not going to."

It's hard to believe that. So he leans forward, reaching out to grab the top of Nico's chair and pull it down until he can feel Nico's cool breath against his skin. "If I keep having those dreams, I'm gonna take a page from your dad's book and kidnap you."

Nico's lips twitch, but his voice stays even. "Then I guess you should keep in mind to make room in your dungeon because I'll be bringing a few people along." He lifts a hand and strokes a thumb down the side of Percy's face. "I heard your siblings were pretty protective too." His fingers slip away. Percy's skin yearns. "Something about how the ocean drowns what it loves and drowns what it hates."

That's not protection, Percy thinks. It's possession.

But he doesn't say that outloud.

Not yet.

He slowly lets the chair fall backwards until it lands stable on all four legs. He wants to deny Nico's statement about drowning. But he has - at least what he hates. Ahkyls, the mountain lion that tried to attack Grover, those kids. Only one success. But the want, the need...

"I should head home," he says slowly. It takes him a minute to process his words and stand up, heading for the door.

Nico makes a low noise and stands too. "Sweet dreams," he says once Percy has walked out into the night, still barefoot and shirtless.

Percy climbs onto Mrs. O'Leary's back. "I hope so."

#back on my bullshit lmao #happy talks pjo #percy jackson #nico di angelo #my writing #my fanfic #and it is 1am and i need to sleep so im just gonna. stop.#not even gonna review it to see if it makes sense bc im just. so tired rn.#but yeah i have been obsessed with the concept of percy having dreams of the past to indicate the future #and it's always about nico's past half-siblings getting bullied by campers as a hint that someone there is gonna do something hinky to him #okay niiiiiight

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wildfire317 · 4 months

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@liveleaker @jaquesmes

Alright listen here you little inbred, KKK wannabe chucklefucks news flash neither of you are main characters and your barely even background characters so quit acting like you dumbfucks are worth more than the dirt under your toenails. Nobody in their right mind actually thinks your dumb racist, homophobic and sexist comments are funny or cute, you two just look like absolutely moronic dipshits with micro-dongs and chihuahua complexes. And another thing you living condom usage advertisements, Nobody wants your defective sewing needle sized, piss poor excuses for cocks that not even a rat could choke on or your rotting in the middle of a dry summer sewer smelling, flatter than a piece of paper asses any where near them and if you think they do your even less intelligent than a single cell organism. You both claim to be adults so goddamn act like it because as things are right now you're both acting like a pair of rocket propelled spaz maggots spring-loaded face first up the asses of psychedelic freakout weasels on idiot drugs. Also you want to call someone swagless and bitchless you might want to take a good long look in the mirror because I don't see a singular molecule of swag on either of you or a single bitch and I'm not surprised considering you both look like the kind of guys that order boneless, dry rub chicken wings and then lose a fight to a chihuahua. And by the way just because you pieces of dick-cheese started putting out at twelve and peaked at 15 doesn't mean you get to drag everyone else down the perverted dunkass tree with you. Also your 8 decade curse is the biggest joke in the history of curses from any religion it isn't even an actual curse, it barely even qualifies as a jinx and thats ignoring the fact that it's basically useless the way you attempted to use it anyways and was over all a monumentally stupid waste of everyones time so stuff that in your prison cell and sit on it. You two blithering, feculent, shit holes are such lame wastes of genetic material i would not be surprised if both of your probably absentee fathers wish they had worn a condom at the time of your conceptions which explains your blatantly fatherless behavior and I bet your mothers change the subject when anyone asks about you and envy people who have never met or heard of you. Your "your momma" jokes are the most pathetic I have ever seen, were either of you actually even trying or was that the extent of your creativity? Because they were the weakest, most uninspired and embarrassing "your momma" jokes I have ever had the displeasure of reading to the point that they barely even qualify, And don't even get me started on your insults because I have met 3rd graders who have better insults. Your "oh look at me I'm a terrorist" shtick is so stupid and pathetic i couldn't help but cackle at your waste of energy like what do you want a cookie? Because you don't even deserve the crumbs of crap after someone else ate a cookie so who even gives a barfing fuck about it? You jackasses are about as threatening as some mild flatulence. I hope you piss ant's have fun dying alone and unwanted and that every time you think you have to fart you end up shitting your pants, i hope that every time you go to put socks on they are soaking wet and ice cold, i hope that the next time you are anywhere near a lego set or box of thumbtacks you step on one, i hope that every time you go to bed both sides of your pillow are annoyingly hot and give you lice, and lastly i hope that every single time you go to walk past a piece of furniture that you bang your toes on it hard enough to break your toe bones. Isn't it funny how quickly your bullshit unravels when someone actually intelligent calls you out? Do the world a favor and delete all of your social media, go apologize to whichever trees are working their proverbial asses off to replace the oxygen you're both wasting and then sew your mouths shut you cowardly wastes of skin. Id say you could learn from this but then I'd sound just as stupid as you two. Sayonara you worthless, crotch-stained barf-puppets.

( @warringwarrioridiot @p1n34ppl3-c4t24 for your reading entertainment)

#call out post #replies #go shit yourselves you entitled douchewagons #for those who don't know #the two users tagged at the top are total pricks

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jmdbjk · 11 months

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Good morning! Pt. 2

I forgot to mention that it started to pour down rain (hence Rainy Day Fight) whenever JK was out there lost in the streets and I’m sure that added to his stress because he didn’t know how to get back to the dorm. Thundering, lightning, who knows... wind maybe... some outside force got upset at JK in that moment. The Universe seemed to step in and pour a bucket of water on a young JK's head to get his attention... it worked.

Continuing...

So he's scrolling through a million cooking videos and then all of a sudden "Lee Mujin Service April Fools Day Special" comes up?

I can't be the only one who is giving that the big ol' side eye... amongst all the food/cooking videos THAT one shows up? Riiiight...

He says he hasn't seen it... riiiiight.... whatever you say Kookie.

Curiously... the translation subtitle says he said "Jimin!" but that's not what he said. I don't know what he said but it wasn't Jimin.

He fast forwards a little and then this:

Hahahahaha! Yep, I bet you've heard enough about Face album to last you a while. That project tied up your Jiminie for most of the past year and had you sitting in your living room-cave drinking beer and eating gobs of fried chicken in front of Netflix all winter long singing to your giant tv and keeping the neighbors awake.

But that doesn't stop Kook from obviously loving Like Crazy...

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He couldn't think of Bosa Nova for the genre.

The mimicking was 💀 ... I died. I can see Jimin practicing some mock interviews with him. That seems very much like something Jimin would do. JK loves his Jimin. That's all there is to it.

Then he sang along with Lee Mujin on "Butterfly" and "Traffic Light" where he unleashed some killer ad libs. He proceeded to play air drums.

When he was done with that he scrolled some more and commented there are only cooking shows... I swear ... how did the Lee Mujin show just appear amongst all the cooking shows Kookie?? hmmmmm????

He has watched it before, that's how, it was in his history.

I have to tell you... I will admit, my mind lives in the gutter... please get that stick out from between your legs and ESPECIALLY STOP rubbing the knob at the end of it!!!

You can't tell me he doesn't know what we say on here about him. He lurks in the rabbit hole...I just know it.

Finds this specific thing and then proceeds to sing along with himself... if the neighbors managed to keep sleeping through the drumming on the furniture jam session, they surely woke up when he started to belt out Airplane Pt. 2.

But he couldn't remember the lyrics to Save Me...

When the Best of Me verse came up where he and Jimin do the switchy-switchy back and forth choreo he couldn't help himself... he had to couch dance... and it turned out to be a loop hahahahaha!

Then he belted out Wasurenai by Tanaka. The neighbors probably have given up on sleeping in by now. It's a workday anyway. Get your ass out of bed.

[the toes...] I'm not a foot person but I would give him a foot rub.

That's because you are interrupting your body's involuntary intake and exhalation of oxygen. It is theorized that the brain triggers yawns to keep you alert. I know everyone needed to know that. Don't look at my brain, its scary in there. Moving on...

And then he swapped hats and launched into a 5 minute impression of G-Dragon... I don't know anything about G-Dragon except he was in BigBang with Taeyang. I did see him arriving at Incheon one time and he was wearing the shortest shorts I've ever seen a man wear in public these days. They were like booty shorts... He did not make eye contact with anyone, as if he wished he was somewhere else. Came across as a typical western rapper... full of attitude and not gratitude. That's my impression of who G-Dragon is. Anyway. This:

Paint me clueless because I have no idea what just happened.

Ok, let me take a step away for a second and speak about something: Jungkook just parodied G-Dragon. He was mimicking Jimin earlier... ALL IN FUN. The theory is, when you mimic others, you subconsciously create a bond with those individuals. If you dislike someone, your subconscious will dampen any desire to do that. Psychology is fascinating isn't it?

I've seen some trying to weaponize these instances during this live. Jungkook mimics and copies because these are people he enjoys, not people he hates. There is not a malicious bone in JK's body. Just a lot of bones and cartilages that sound like bubble wrap being stepped on when he cracks them. Again moving on...

He stopped on Kurzgesagt, a Youtube channel that creates animated videos on a variety of topics that are informational and enlightening. Kookie loves the aesthetics of the channel.

He spends the next 10 minutes searching for something to watch while his brain tries to wind down and tell him its time to sleep. He subconsciously starts humming Like Crazy again and then finds a Jay Park song. I am thinking a collab is coming even though most of us could do without Jay Park. Obviously, Jungkook has a thing for him so I will remain open minded about any song should one be released. JK's vocals will elevate it to the stratosphere regardless.

I remember the pushback when we learned about Jimin's collab with Taeyang. And it turned out to be a great song and speaking for myself, I found Taeyang to be a decent and likable human. Why I ever doubted the kind of person Jimin would admire, I have no idea.

Displaying his prowess of composing songs on the spot:

The entire live was classic Jungkook. He will talk about almost anything and share a wide-ranging amount of TMI. Even now, he shows us how open he is about so much. He covered so many random things but mostly talked about his three favorite things: working out/body care, cooking and Jimin.

And Jimin and Jungkook...they are still the same as they've always been, always and forever since the rainy day fight up until now.

He finally decided to "rest a bit" before heading out and bid us farewell.

Apobangpo Kookie! I hope we get to see you soon again!

More thoughts as I sit here thinking about Jungkook and Jimin through the years... it shouldn't be taken lightly how much influence Jimin has had on Jungkook. And to think of their dynamic over the years, watching the way they look at each other and speak to each other has evolved. It is rare to be able to observe such a thing happen between two people in real life. The way they both light up when they see the other's presence... lately we've seen it during these lives... they both beam with joy at each other... it's an amazing thing.

(FYI: My gifs and video prevented this post from showing up on the tumblr feed so there are screenshots for now.)

#that sad excuse of a floor lamp behind the couch...#jk is the biggest pjm #jikook #i was interrupted 5 million times at work trying to finish this #HE CUT HIS HAIR #IT'S THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF HIS LONG HAIR!#apobangpo #festa 2023

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on-a-lucky-tide · 1 year

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Lambert fiddled with the duvet beneath his palms, twisting and pinching the soft cotton as he tried to calm his heart and stop blinking so quickly. There was no reason he should be this fucking nervous, but it always happened before they tried something new.

Since he'd started dating Aiden, Lambert's sex life had gone from IUCN certified extinct and something he ignored to make himself feel less like an undesirable worm, to a mind-blowing rollercoaster that left him breathless and dazed at every turn. Aiden had helped pry Lambert's libido free from a fuckton of repression and fear-induced paralysis, leaving a whole wide world of kink and sex free to explore. As long as it was with Aiden, and the light was off, and Aiden wasn't wearing his glasses so everything was blurry anyway, and–

The list of "nah" was quite long. Maybe more than quite. Aiden was helping him tackle each one at a time, but it was like a game of wack a mole. No sooner had Lambert overcome one issue, another popped up or resurged. Some of it would never change, but other items were… negotiable.

This was just another step, but it felt more like a leap. Compared to other things they'd done, it was fucking nothing, but the self-disgust so deeply ingrained in Lambert's psyche hadn't allowed him to even entertain this before.

Aiden had seen Lambert squirm with arousal while watching porn together, getting wetter when someone received head than from anything else.

It was hot, alright? Watching someone's tongue work like that, the lucky guy writhing and shaking…

But that guy wasn't him. Wasn't Lambert. That guy was confident and smooth-skinned, with faded scars, a square jaw, and a good hairline. Lambert would never be that. His second puberty had skipped the floppy-haired twink stage and gone straight to mid-thirties blue collar with rapidly emerging cranial thumb print. Who would ever find him attractive? Well, Aiden, apparently.

Lambert trusted Aiden. Aiden wasn't a one night stand using him for some kinda fetish bingo card, or a drunken dickhead in a club, or a curious Grindr match, or any of the other skin-crawling encounters Lambert had endured since he'd built up enough self esteem to start dating. Aiden looked at, kissed and touched Lambert with genuine fucking affection and desire, so Lambert had said yes. Yeah, sure, no biggy.

It was a biggy. Fucking mammothy. The bathroom door clicked and Aiden swaggered out in his cotton boxers, smiling, lips slightly parted. Lambert could see the line of Aiden's cock, carefully positioned off to the side and already hard. Lambert tried for laid-back. "Sure you don't wanna put that to good use?"

"Bertie, tonight's all about you, this," Aiden pointed at his dick as he stood at the foot of the bed, hips thrust forward, "is just from thinking about what I'm about to do. You're so fucking hot, can't wait to hear that mouth of yours run off."

Lambert's cheeks burned and he rubbed his legs together. He couldn't help but look at Aiden's lips, damp and plush; the first throb of arousal rolled through him as he thought about how they felt on his skin, how they would feel between his legs. "C'mon then, stop dragging your feet."

Aiden's smile softened, his head tilted the other way. Lambert wasn't kidding anyone, least of all Aiden, who hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of his boxers. "Mind if I take these off? Might cum in my pants while my tongue's in you."

Another rush of heat pulsed through Lambert's hips and his toes curled. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. Lambert swallowed, licked his lips and nodded. The pressure under his skin only intensified as Aiden shimmied out of his boxers, making a show of it as he always did, cock bouncing free of its confines and swaying with the shimmy of his hips. Lambert wished he had Aiden's body confidence, but it was easy when you were all smooth, brown skin, toned muscles and cheeky grins…

The bed dipped as Aiden crawled up it on hands and knees, and Lambert fell back into the pillows behind him. His lips were soft, and gentle, the moan of longing that slipped past them vibrating to Lambert's very core. This was familiar ground. He knew how Aiden felt above him. The soft curls of his reddish-brown body hair against Lambert's chest, the firm heat of his body pressing close, desperate to feel and be felt.

#witcher lambert #witcher aiden #lambden #tw3 #modern au #transbert #tbc??

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dufferpuffer · 8 days

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Got any Lupin sex HCs? He seems like he wouldn’t have a straightforward relationship with sex so I struggle picturing that part of him for that reason.

This is long. But I like long. Thankyou for giving me an excuse to be long B^) Had a hard time recently and the distraction is appreciated <3 'Remus Lupin' is allergic to being straightforward. If he even tries to walk in one direction for more than a few steps he starts double-guessing himself and wants to run away. Just lay down and fuck someone...? Impossible. EVERYTHING has to be a headache. That's trauma, baby~

We see how he reacts to romantic affection and get hints at how he reacts to sexual affection. Like everything else in his life: Emotionally masked, self-harming, dishonest, under-developed emotional maturity and deeply irresponsible.

He gaslights and lies about his thoughts, plans and feelings - masking them with polite smiles and cheerful words, closing himself off to all the people who wish to help - and then one morning you wake up in an empty house… ...Until he crawls home weeks later, a dirty sobbing mess. He would pull Tonks closer only to push her away so hard he was taking near suicidal missions to avoid loving her. Then, when he finally feels able to just be with her: they marry and get pregnant within months. During a war. Irresponsible. All-or-nothing. I know those are relationship HCs/Canon observations - but it's necessary in order to understand how complex he is in bed. He is kind, gentle, loving - even passionate and enthusiastic… but he only knows extremes - all-out till it hurts, all-in till it harms - and he needs help with finding an in-between. He needs help with moderation. No two times are the same. His mental health isn't stable and neither is his physical health. He is disabled physically and mentally - and intimacy is one of the things that highlights that the most. He NEEDS a patient, flexible and mentally strong partner to help him carry his heavy heart and stormy brain. (Tonks is almost custom-made for this) ((and Sirius is basically the exact opposite of what he needs IMO… and Remus is definitely not what Sirius needs, that poor man.))

First of all, his body: Tall or short, either way I think by the time he is in his 30s he is misshapen and stretched out. His bones completely rearrange once a month, and due to his poor nutrition don't always set back correctly. His fingers and toes are usually in some state of broken, his spine is stretched a little, his ribs haven't settled straight for years... He starves himself both due to poverty and because it keeps his werewolf form weak, and his human form un-wolflike. (In comparison: Fenrir takes such great pride in keeping his werewolf form strong, and it seeps strongly into his human form. Every Full Moon a little more...) But while his werewolf form can't manage a proper coat of fur, I do think his human form is 'too hairy'. Perhaps not enough for an untrained eye to tell he is a werewolf - but enough to make anyone say 'holy shit Remus I didn't expect you to have so much body hair' The hair, the scars he has gotten from hurting himself and his days as a spy, the fact his bones always look a little wonky... He hates his own body. He hides it. The first hurdle to intimacy is the slow discovery of all these little things - him facing the dread of being rejected for ANY of them. He could be laying back, one step away from accepting affection - and suddenly think 'What if they hate my hair? What if they see my scars? What if my ribs look disgusting this month?'... and so he jumps up to leave the room without a word.

He has an aversion to his own spit, so kissing and performing oral are hard for him. He considers a peck on the lips intimate. It makes him flush bright red, anyway. Logically he knows his spit isn't a danger unless he is a werewolf... but his heart still gets anxious about it. When he manages to let go of that fear: He is passionate, clumsy, embarrassingly inexperienced and just about devours his partner - because it gets him so hot, feeling so close to someone, feeling his mustache brush up against them... but he isn't very good.

He DOES, however, kiss all over his partners body. He can't help it. He loves having his lips, his nose, his teeth close to skin. He might not be a confident kisser, he might not be good at oral sex - but he worships with his lips. Softly most of the month, but nearing a certain time... his teeth get a little involved. It feels good to massage flesh between his jaws... though he will feel disgusted with himself later.

He is most consistently a 'pillow princess'. He likes reciprocating - but he can't always mentally handle it (and depending on the phase of the moon physically can't handle it either.) Sometimes it is easy to lay back and receive love. Most of the time it isn't 'easy' - but it is nice to accept someone else taking control and doing nice things, to be soothed by their encouragement and love. Nicer than being alone.

If he is going to have a more active role in sex its near the New Moon, when he feels his most stable. You might actually get a normal fucking night with him for once, without tears or panics... On a Waning Gibbous he is usually too tired and injured/sore to do much. The transformation takes it out of him physically, mentally and emotionally. So he needs pampering. On a Waxing Gibbous he is unstable. Migraines, nausea, hot flushes, mood swings, irritable... sometimes horny enough to just do what he wants for once. This big bad Alpha Wolf Bad Boy, full of Full Moon hormones, is gonna not ask permission to touch his partners boobies B^)

He has a complex relationship with receiving oral. On one hand - holy shit someone has gotten him out of his trousers and into their MOUTH and it is AMAZING and they look GORGEOUS down there... On the other hand? He has to see himself. His hairy, misshapen and scarred body... and if he closes his eyes, he thinks too much. And where does he put his hands!? His horrible, broken claws... He just grips the sheets/chair/desk/his own clothes and tries desperately to focus on the good. Using his hips helps. But sometimes sex is easier. He can look at his partner, think about their pleasure, focus on his movements...

He doesn't have a high libido. Sex isn't often on his mind. Thanks depression, anxiety and trauma. But when it does cross his thoughts - its consuming. It burns through him. He is inexperienced with even the concept of intimacy being a possibility, so he acts much like a teenager would: This 35yr old man stumbles over his own feet leaving the room. He is CERTAINLY too shy to act on it, so he goes off to sulk, distract himself... and masturbate to ease the burn, as usual. Even if he has a partner he wouldn't think to approach them when he feels horny.

Probably the hottest thing for him would be someone coming to help him jerk off. It's what he fantasizes about - it is the least scary form of intimacy he can imagine, no spit or consequences or commitment or expectations... just the person he was thinking about coming in and taking over for him.

He adores cheesy romantic gestures. Even the silly ones - he is a bit of a silly man, after all. Flowers and chocolate on valentines day. Rose petals leading to the bedroom. Candles and incense in a hot bath when his bones hurt and his head aches. His favourite meal and a mild love potion on his birthday - perhaps not the healthiest way to stop worrying, but taking the edge off is nice sometimes. All the eye-roll worthy gestures nobody actually does... he has grown up knowing nothing like that would EVER happen to him.

I know this isn't the sexiest slop you've ever read - but I just don't think that's possible with Remus. This paints him as a soft man who needs pampering... and he isn't like that all the time. He has strengths. He isn't a pathetic man. But I do think intimacy is his weakest point. It hits at the very core of all the things he struggles with. His own body. Trusting others. Trusting himself. Being emotionally vulnerable. Acts of passion and instinct that could have consequences when he is sober again. This is how I see him, so if you struggle to see how he reacts to sexual situations... I hope this essay helps? Ha

#remus lupin #love you remus #hp #remus my beloved #headcannons #mywrite

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amysubmits · 1 year

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So @tinybitsubby had made a list of questions that you and a partner could discuss. # 19 has kind of been stuck in my head. Curious how you would answer it.

19. Are you holding back because you fear judgement?

I agree that's a great question to ponder within D/s!

I struggle with rejection sensitive dysphoria, and I'm usually a really reserved person (though I imagine that may sound crazy to some who follow this blog because I'm not very reserved on here...idk, this is a weird space for me that breaks my norm, haha).

But anyway - I'm pretty reserved with most people and it doesn't even feel like 'holding back' to me, because it doesn't take conscious effort to hold back, it's just my natural state to hold things in.

CD has always been one of the exceptions for me. I am less reserved with him than I am with anyone else, by far. And yet even with him, there have been times where I have realized I've been holding back. On occasion, I've had realizations but was consciously worried about sharing them because of my own insecurities, but later told him. In other cases, I really wasn't even aware that I was holding back until something happened to help me to see it.

When looking back over time, I think I've continued to hold back less and less over the years. Most of it was communication-related. I used to think that saying less was correct or 'good' or whatever, as a sub. CD has always wanted to hear all of my thoughts and feelings and has encouraged me to share more than I thought I needed to, or 'should' in some cases. Over time I've learned that our D/s thrives when I'm really honest and vulnerable...so my voice has continued to grow in our relationship.

But yeah I think where I'm at now is that I don't intentionally/consciously hold back anything but I still have patterns of just naturally not being inclined to express some of my feelings that would be beneficial to express, even if I don't "need" to. For example, I used to only ever express the need for reassurance if I was almost panicking and couldn't manage my anxiety on my own. The last year or so, I've gotten to where I can request reassurance MUCH more freely, and that's really beneficial. Or another example, I used to rarely express my desire for sex with words. In part because it just doesn't come super naturally to me (I'm sure trauma, shame, etc is actually at the root of this but it feels just natural to me because it's all I can remember being), and in part because I thought being 'too' assertive would come off as less submissive, but I've found that it's good for me personally and for our relationship if I express my desire with words more.

And one last thought because I'm incapable of answering an ask without giving 100% of my thoughts... 🤣

I've occasionally seen other people talk about how they think that the ultimate goal of D/s communication should be 100% unfiltered sharing and immediate sharing. That they see that as the most 'honest' and therefore the best. They see waiting to process your thoughts/feelings as holding back'. I am very much for honesty, but I think sometimes our immediate emotional responses to things aren't actually our most accurate feelings.

To give a silly example, if someone accidentally steps on my toe, my first thought might be 'you son of a bitch!" but that doesn't make it my most honest feelings about what happened. My most honest feelings are more like...that really sucked, it hurt like hell, and I wish that didn't happen, but I know it was an accident and I don't have any ill-will towards you for accidentally hurting me. And that kind of a thing can happen with disagreements and other situations, too, of course. So my personal goal isn't to never filter myself at all with CD. I sometimes need time to process my knee-jerk feelings to find my more accurate/honest feelings, and also to find a calm and respectful voice and I value keeping our communication safe and respectful more than being completely unfiltered.

Thanks for the question :)

#asks #d/s

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1-800anklebully · 2 years

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Step baby daddy || Lonzo Ball

Summary: Lonzo loves his girls but sometimes his girl Hannah, she gets to the best of him.

Warning(s) Swearing, fluff and Lonzo being a asshole lmao.

Also let’s just appreciate how fine Zo looks in this pic whew chile😩✌🏽

We must stay focused sisters. We must stay focused.

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"Hey y’all it’s Hannah and today I'm finna be pranking Zo and telling him I'm gonna go take Zoey to meet a friend of mine and y'all now how strict he is about Zoey. He doesn't let anyone around her unless he trust them so, clearly he trust me. Anyways I hope he doesn't kill me and keeps it cool, calm and collective so I don't get demonetised wish me luck!"

"How are you doing Zo." I asked the little girl he smiled she fiddled with the chain her father got me for our 24 birthday. I combed her hair. I had my camera set up and all so you could get a clear of the both of us.

Yep as corny as it sounds Zo and I had the same birthday. October 27th. Same year and all accept he was older. I didn’t find out we had the same birthday until our 3rd date we went on which landed on our birthday. How romantic and ironic right.

"I'm fine." She assured me with a smile. She has sass don’t let her shy act fool you. She’s just acting camera shy cause I’ve never really filmed a YouTube video before including her in it.

"That's good to hear! Are you ready to have fun and prank daddy?” I asked her leaning down from tying up her luscious curly hair.

“Yes I hope he don’t get mad.” She whispered and giggled. Aww she was so cute. If only she knew that temper that boy had on him.

“Don’t worry baby girl, he won’t.”

We went out and I took her shopping by her whatever which consisted of barbie dolls and stuffed animals. I wasn’t complaining though because it wasn’t my money being chopped it was Lonzo’s. He always insists that we use his card although I have tried fighting him to let me use my card for once he shuts me down all the time. So hard headed. I love him though.

We then brought ice cream and took photos at the park I couldn’t resist I love talking pictures!

"Whoa where did y'all going." He jumped off the couch manoeuvring his way to us. His long legs took huge strides towards us. He picked up Zoey hugging her as she gushed to him about our day while he assisted in carrying the tons of bags.

“Costco? Y’all brought the whole world.” He laughed at the sight of the many toys. He definitely knew his baby girl played a major role in it.

"We went to meet a friend." Was all I said I stood on my tippy toes and pecked his lips quickly. He kissed back. But once the realisation hit him his whole demeanour changed so rapidly.

His grip tightened on Zoey and I almost chocked on my water at the sight his face. I swear to god this boy is so quick to get in his feels.

"What friend." He questioned with a raised eyebrow. His ears all perked up now. He was curious as to why we took so long. Surely there was a better explanation.

"You don't know him." I scoffed dismissively. I kept it lowkey and tried walking off but he wasn’t having it. All the wrong scenarios were remerging through his head. And my short answers weren’t giving him any justice.

"Him? Where are you going, bring your behind back here!”

Here we go.

"Hannah, you know better than to be taking my daughter and meeting other-" he sighed loudly and his face held pure annoyance. He’s definitely hot right now.

"Zo can you please go play with ur toys dada and Hannah need to have a talk." Lonzo explained she knew what he meant and got down from his arms. She sent me worried look but I just sent her secret smile assuring her it was okay.

"You can't be doing that Hannah, I don't want other niggas meeting my daughter." Lonzo huffed once Zoey was out of earshot. He was really trying his best to not get pissed. But I knew the show didn’t stop. Had to keep playing my role.

"But he’s is not niggas he's just one. Besides he’s my homeboy we go way back I trust him." I spoke from my ass making things up on the spot. It was definitely getting him riled up the vein in his neck was bulging.

Lonzo scoffed pacing back and forth in front of me hands on his head and all." Brother or not I don’t give a damn Hannah I don’t what no body being a step baby daddy to Zoey. Girl you got me fucked up."

"I’m dead boy what, ain’t nobody tryna replace you you’re my man not him. I don't get why you're so pissed." I scoffed at him for thinking so low of me. That I could presumably be cheating with a guy that I known since day one.

I know this was a penal but now he’s the one getting me riled up.

"Hold on lemme re word it for u since you acting dumb-"

I gasped at his words. He was finna catch these hands. Talking about me being dumb. He so lucky the cameras are on or else I would’ve turned into Chrisean Rock.

"Basically you're saying it's okay for me to go and hang out with some girl and bring Zo to meet her? Would you and Denise be pissed?" He berated stepping closer to me.

"Well I can't speak for Denise but I wouldn't care." I lied through my teeth. I was protective of Zoey like she was mine. I love that girl. Of course Denise would probably lecture him until he retires from playing basketball about why he brought some girl around his child.

"Cap. Stop playing with me. You would be hella pissed." He rolled his eyes crossing his arms against his chest.

"You're outta pocket-" I tried deescalating the dilemma that was occurring. Something was telling me that there was more to story about him just being annoyed that “some guy” was around his daughter.

Nope there’s more to it. It was probably a ex or something.

"No I'm not fuck why can't you understand why I'm so angry. Every girl I introduce to Zo always find a way to fuck it up. And you're doing that right now." He blurts throwing his hands up. Lonzo’s eyes widen as he comes terms with what his big mouth had just said.

I felt my heart drop to my ass at his words. He didn’t mean that. There was no way. I felt my eyes watering. I wasn’t crying because I was embarrassed I’m crying because I’m angry that he really just compared me to Ally.

I wasn’t trying to name names by all means he was making it impossible. Ally and I are to different people she wanted the bag and he was too whipped to notice that.

“So it’s like that huh?” I licked my lips and he didn’t respond. Clearly he regrets his decision.

"Zo-" I tried calling out to him but he ignored me going up the stairs to cool off. I sighed and turned off the cameras knowing this just got real personal.

How did a prank turn into our first fight as a couple.

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I left Zo alone to cool off since I knew that in his state he would most likely shout out something he would later regret like now. He was terrified at the what he did. Was I gonna leave him? Hell no I love that man too much. I know his beating himself up about it but quite frankly he had every right to react the way he did his protective of his daughter heck I'd be too.

"Hey." I plop down laying next to him he was watching something on the tv in his room.

I had laid down Zoey and tucked her in instead of Lonzo she asked where her dad was since he always tucked her in never missed a day,thankfully he came in and kissed her goodnight and left without another word.

"You gonna say anything?" Nothing. Damn. Okay. His eyes remained on the tv a mean mug was plastered on his face. If anything I should be pissed at him for comparing me to his ex. So he better get his act together.

My only option was to cling on to him. So I tried clinging onto him like a koala hoping it would make him react but nope, Lonzo was usually the clingy one he wasn't budging surely this show wasn't more fascinating than me.

I got off him and begun to put on my slides I wasn't actually leaving but I knew this would get his attention since he wants to be a damn mime.

I felt his gaze on my back so I quickly dashed out of his room like Usain bolt I was on the track team in high school but Zo is a full time athlete and with his busted ass knee your girl had a advantage. Well that’s what I told myself.

The sound of heavy footsteps made my pace increase I made it downstairs and gripped the door handle before I knew it I was being snatched.

I yelped loudly as I felt strong arms lift me up and I'm being carried bridle style. I know it was Zo because his arms were covered in ink. he doesn't saying anything but carry me all the way back to his room.

He throws me down on the bed like I’m nothing. Huh this seems kind of familiar if you know what I mean- Sadly that was not the case.

"I'm sorry." I finally blurted out." It was prank I didn't actually take Zoey to meet a friend of mine,it was all a lie. What you said was outta pocket I'm not like the other girls you've been and you damn well know that." I huff getting my thoughts off my chest. I felt all the weight leave my shoulders once I said that.

To think that he would even think just makes me so bewildered.

"I'm sorry what for I said baby. But,Girl. You're gonna be the death of me." He groaned and collapsed into my chest and laughed missing his voice.

"That's not funny!"

"You should've seen your face it was like ...."

"You're so lucky it was a joke or else somebody would've got their shit rocked!"

“Can I post the video still or…”

“No.”

We laid in silence I softly played with his marvellous curly hair that was so dearly soft in my grip. He nuzzled his head into my neck getting comfortable I swear if only the media saw how much of big baby this man was. He loved to he held every once in awhile.

“You should move in." He announced and I paused. Has he lost his mind? We’ve only be for 2 years now but Covid ruined our relationship the amount of times we almost called it off because of long distance.

At the time I was living Cali and he’s in Chicago as you know so we had to face time no meeting in person. It was very limited because I was working and he was busy with basketball. Only god knows how we made it work.

"Whatttt."

"No I'm serious." He deadpanned I tried getting up from the bed but he stopped me.” W-wait here me out!”

"I don't wanna intrude-" I tried thinking of a excuse but he kept backing it up with vaild points.” Plus my job and my family. I can’t just leave them Lonzo.”

He sighed.” I understand but I can always get you another better job here no more asshole Steve that hell I wanna rock his shit so bad if I ever meet that n!gga.” I giggled at how he’s reaction changed and he smiled at the sight of me in joy.” I would move your whole family to Chicago with me if I could but I can’t they’ll understand Hannah.”

I fiddled with the rings on my fingers.” I don’t know.”

Growing up I was so close to my family and friends so for me to just pack up and leave to another state is beyond nerve wracking.

"Please girl you won't be intruding no body Zoey loves you I love you. What's the problem? I’m not a beggar but I’ll beg for you.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed at his dry joke. Damn I really got him sprung.

“Yes.” I mumbled under my breath looking down.

He frowns and squints playing dumb.” Huh what speak girl I can’t hear you. I’m getting too old!” He exaggerated and I grumbled to myself.

"I said yes I'm moving in damn Zo!” I reprimanded, annoyed at how he was playing with me,and he screamed jumping on me.

“She said yes!” He exclaimed to no one acting as if I said yes to marry him. He’s so dramatic.

I began kissing Zo all over his face and he laughed pulling back. His arms gripped on to my bicep gazing into my eyes. We’ve been together for nearly 2 years and still find myself blushing like a little girl whenever we make eye contact. He knew it was my weakness and he uses it. He’s not slick.

I pulled him into a soft kiss, his lips molded into mine as he moaned and caressed my hips I pulled back with a cheeky grin.

“You damn tease! You keep acting like that and Zoey is gonna end up with another sibling." Lonzo rubbed his face as he kisses my neck and I shut my eyes letting out a moan to which he smiles satisfied.

"Huh I wouldn't mind that." I smirked devilishly letting my hands slither down to his white Kelvin Klein sweats that he was wearing. He looked finee in them.

He was hovering above me chain dangling over my face another kink of mine. Boy was asking for it. If he wants the wap then just say that. Looking like a whole snack and all.

"Say less!"

I squealed as he pounced on me wasting no time. Let's just say little Zoey was gonna be thrilled with the outcome in a few months.

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A/n: Out of context but Zoey is a cutie. Her and Lonzo having their moments is the cutest thing to me for some reason! 🥴💙What did you guys think? this so is my first actual writing posting on here so- Yeah I originally made this on Wattpad but didn’t have the guts to post so I’m posting it here. I hope y’all enjoyed it send me any feedback and requests I’m down to write for anyone.🤎

#lonzo ball #x reader #black girl reader #nba players #nba #chicago bulls #chicago basketball #fluff

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windtorn · 10 months

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@forbelobog speaks: 💭 // thought(s) my muse has had about yours

'you were a simple man. when i first saw you, i knew it to be true. you were tall, the type of man that petite women would fawn over the idea of getting to step up on the tips of their toes to kiss. handsome, adored by the denizens of belobog, your strong and calloused hand sought after by many. loyalty unmatched, unbound by the word of the guardian in better interest of the people. what a life fit for a pretty, rich brat like yourself. people like you aren't anything special, you're just as easy to manipulate. for the right price, anyone was. people endure and they struggle, all to submit to their petty vices and despicable sin when the woes of life become too heavy to bare. you are just a man, gepard landau, i knew you would snap just the same as any. i wanted to test those limits, press you until your boughs threatened to break like a common tree branch. save for the fair red that tinted your face from pretty lies spoken straight from the fox's mouth...you never did falter. not ever to a guy like me, as ever-persistent as i was, anyway. sometimes, i wish you had though. lash out at me, affirm that i am the scum that everyone says i am. they're not wrong though, you do get that, right? if the loss of their lives amidst one of my schemes meant i got an extra swath of credits or two then it would be no skin off my back. my hands would still be clean if something else did the dirty work for me, but you would save them. you would save me, isn't that funny? all i crave is the pleasure of laughter, but i can't find it in me to see the humor in this sick little game we play.

i thought i had you figured out, but you proved to me-annoyingly so-that you just weren't like other people. you couldn't just be like a normal person, could you? no, you had to look at me with those cold eyes, not ones of stoicism but ones that pierced through me. i hated you for a time, even. hated that you could treat me like someone that deserved respect without asking for it outright or needing to prove it so. you should hate me, gepard landau! why don't you hate me? how can your kindness feel so cruel. i'm exhausted by feeling, kindled into being within the vagrancy that not even the roaring hoarfrost of the eternal freeze could permeate. you should have just left me be, now i'll never forget the hole that you burned open wide in my chest. i wanted to ruin you, but that was not a task meant for me, and when you showed me kindness, i would never consider it again. what divine irony it was for you to pursue me out of duty and for me to pursue you back out of twisted hunger, self-inflicted punishment and ever-insatiable for your attentions. these masks don't feel so tight around you. you taught me how to breathe again, and there was tranquility to be had in the peace it offered in doing such a mundane function that brought life. i found that you were not a simple man, and that perhaps, not all people were as easy and predictable as i had framed them to be. maybe the black and white that painted my word could have gradients of grey too. i spoke that in optimism if only it meant that you could be my prize. though you should fear the man that walked behind your bastion's walls if you knew who he really was. i would wait until the world fell apart or tear it asunder myself if it ended with you, but we dont have forever and there is someone out there far better for you than i. you deserve that, dearest gepard. these filthy, wrathful hands of mine dare not touch what i cannot keep and have as my own. '

#ic ;;#main ;;#answered ;;#(( ok i promise i wont delete this one on accident SGDSSDH maybe hopefully ))#(( smoocces u....thank u for indulging me always ))

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Hi there Glass! Me again, yes, the pest in your askbox..

Today, I come bearing questions (and concepts) about this specific line in your sandbox!

I am very interested in the Thorn and was wondering if you could explain how your Thorn works? That and how it would effect Iris?

Also!

I've been thinking about this for some days now, and yesterday I mocked up some Thorn infected Iris drawings for fun! You were the one who gave me the idea, so I'll share the drawings with you! :]

Small explanation for these: I'm just going to explain how everything works in my design. Feel free to add on or critique me or whatever you wish.

In the early stages of Iris being assimilated with the Thorn, her veins start running black, it's not super obvious at first, it just gathers around scars, and her hands, but it isn't a lot.

As time goes on, it grows, veins become darker, then some discoloration on her scars as they begin to rapidly change to black as well.

Then, the thorns push up from her skin. They accumulate with stress, but there are specific ones that can't just be picked out of her skin. (Like the ones lining her spine, the ones on her shoulders, the ones slowly coming out of her forehead, and I am guessing there is maybe a center one, the specific piece of the thorn that assimulated with Iris in the first place, but I don't think that would push up from her skin for atleast a while.)

(Also, yes, I know horns are a little out there, but one, it's fun. Two, I think it ties in nicely with all the religious imagery that seems to follow Iris as a character. Three, it looks badass.)

Anyway! Yeah, feel free to spill your thoughts on that, as for how all of this is happening? I'm not very good with anomalous biology, so I'm not sure I have a specific explanation. Feel free to add on to the design or try and make an anomalous system for it. At the end of the day, this is for fun!

Thanks for reading one of my various rambles! Enjoy the rest of your day, my friend! :]

I’ll start off with saying that while, as I’ve said, I don’t really have an issue with anyone poking around my sandbox, I wouldn’t necessarily recommend it. The outline you’re taking that from was made mostly to help me get my thoughts in order, and I don’t update it with everything I consider changing. A lot of what’s on there is just stuff I’ll possibly include or things I’ve thought about but not decided on. All of which is to say everything there is subject to change and I wouldn’t take it as the end-all-be-all Devil’s Advocate Bible. If you want to snoop around to take a look at the brainstorming process or cut content (Voices Carry was originally going to be very different and probably much worse), then go ahead.

As for your actual questions, I’ll put them under a cut because they’re spoilers and also possibly subject to change as I said above.

Now, for the Bloom, I’m afraid this answer might disappoint, but I don’t want to say anything definitive in my series. Some of the remaining authors for Resurrection are still planning on bringing the mainline canon back, and I don’t want to step on their toes when it comes to what seems like the main mystery of the series.

I can tell you how I was thinking of making it function in broad strokes, though. It’s basically a conflux like we see in Voices Carry with perfect efficiency, and processes reality through itself, making sure anything it processes is close enough to how it should be that reality itself doesn’t collapse in on itself. Like a very coarse brush moving through the threads of reality, it makes sure they’re at least somewhat straight. Not perfectly, it doesn’t have to and that would be much more difficult, but good enough to where it doesn’t knot up and become a horrific mess.

It got corrupted in Incident Zero, like a compute you don’t shut off for too long. Too many small things adding up until a straw breaks the camel’s back, and the comb itself becomes knotted up, except the comb was also inextricably linked to the hair as well. After it was destroyed, its splinters retained its capability but lacked and force or programming telling them what to do, leaving them mostly inert.

I know this might stray from other stuff with the Bloom, but as I said, I might tweak this in the future as I brainstorm. I also didn’t touch on who/what created it and how, as I don’t want to tread on any toes.

As for the second half of your ask, this is probably where the “I only wrote this for myself and maybe people I would be able to immediately clear things up to” comes in, as the term “assimilation” isn’t really clear at all. I’ll say that I do like the design though, always a fan of that type of gradual corruption. However, when it comes to Iris, my thinking is that if she comes off as scary it should be for what she does rather than how she looks.

So, as for what assimilation actually means I’m this context, I was planning on having an example of that earlier on in the storyline, very shortly after Lily is introduced. Infovores process, assimilate, and spit out all kinds of information, and this extends to more than just memories of images. I was going to have Iris and Lily kill something called a Hymn Weaver, which is a follower of something close to a god who uses song and dance, or at least things that look and sound similar to it, to maintain reality from the spaces in between universes. The need arms to do this, and lots of them, so they sort of graft various arms onto themselves, but the arms aren’t physical. They Weavers assimilate the information that makes them up, like a psychic footprint, and call them up when they need to. So, assimilation is more along the lines of an Inforvore processing all the information that makes something up and being able to use it in other ways. Lily’s extremely proficient at information processing and assimilation, but can’t actually force changes on reality like Iris can.

Fun fact, the Hymn Weavers’ god, the High Weaver, is a mass of so many limbs from all manner of things that whatever it used to be beneath all of them has been long forgotten. It’s part of the “Triumvirate” mentioned in 6907. I actually have a lot more lore of what was mentioned in there, but a) that’s not the point of this ask, though I’d be more than happy to talk about it and b) I don’t think my SCPs have nearly as much of a following as my tales.

Hopefully that gets everything. And this is all sort of a peek pegging the curtain here, and things aren’t final or explained as well as they would be otherwise in an actual article. If you’ve got any questions, as always, let me know.

#scp #asks #long post

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poeticmoonspirit · 1 year

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I posted 571 times in 2022

That's 230 more posts than 2021!

89 posts created (16%)

482 posts reblogged (84%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@juldooz-atla

@cobraonthecob

@the-badger-mole

@zutarawasrobbed

I tagged 112 of my posts in 2022

#zutara - 41 posts

#zutara month 2022 - 17 posts

#zuko - 12 posts

#anon asks - 12 posts

#katara - 12 posts

#pro zutara - 8 posts

#zutara week 2022 - 8 posts

#fanfiction - 8 posts

#jet - 8 posts

#jetara - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 86 characters

#when i continue writing my jetara fic im gonna picture jet like this during flashbacks

My Top Posts in 2022:

Why does everyone say "I wish zutara was canon" lmao have you seen the creators and their writing?? We've got everything we need in fanfics and art—hell, even AMVs! Canon is overrated!

Zutara exists in every way that matters.

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LMFAOOOOO why are they so mad?!?!

Imagine going on AO3 and looking for a fic for a ship that you don't even like at 6 in the morning. Talk about dedication! I love my fans <3

Anyways! I'm going to continue minding my business and writing my stories✍🏾

103 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

I've talked about this on twitter, but the way canon shippers defend their ships with their whole chest is hilarious. You're that defensive because zutara is mentioned? Why? You HAVE canon, you have EVERYTHING, yet you still care about what we ship? It's giving insecurity to be honest. It's been fifteen years and you'd think they'd get it through their heads that zutara fans don't give a flying FUCK about what's canon.

Why would we when our fan content is better than anything Bryke would put out? LMAOOO

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These Things I've Done

"Katara, you're not a monster. You'll never be a monster."

She shook her head angrily, unable to contain herself any longer. "No, I don't think you understand, Aang. I decided to end that man's life today. I did that. Not Zuko, not Sokka, me. And if you can't handle that then you can just kindly fuck off!"

Aang sputtered, "You don't mean that—"

She let out a bitter chuckle, "Oh, I think I do," She stepped closer to the airbender so that they were face to face, toe to toe, "And I won't repeat it."

He was breathing harder now, his eyes wide, unable to believe what she was saying. She was perfect. Katara was always perfect. So innocent and kind. So why was he seeing her so differently now? Why was she acting this way?

"Katara, I think Zuko has corrupted you somehow. This isn't like you—"

She clenched her jaw, pressing her finger into his chest, "Oh, no no no—we are not doing this again. You and I? We are not the same. We've never been the same! You can't tell me how to live my life just because you don't agree with it! I ended that man's life because he killed my mother! I was owed that! And I'll be damned if I let anyone else tell me otherwise!"

"And if you think for a second that I am gonna let you slander my best friend then you've got another thing coming! Zuko was there for me, he's always been there for me! So why won't you? Why can't you support me on the one thing that would give me closure?"

"Katara, the monks always say to—"

"I don't care what the monks said, Aang! I am not a monk! I am Katara from the Southern Water Tribe. I am not you! Why don't you understand that?"

"Katara–"

"I'm sorry, Aang," She gulped, swallowing the lump in her throat, "But if you're going to shame me for killing my mother's murderer then I don't think we can be friends anymore."

Part II Part III Part IIII Part V Part VI

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My #1 post of 2022

"zk is mostly katara-centric" first off, so what? And secondly, we love them both equally. Katara gets more hate than any of the other characters. As a brown girl, she can't get too emotional. She can't bloodbend because then she'll be "evil", and she can't be nuanced or too complex.

Outside of zks and the occasional Katara stan, who else is gonna ride and die for her character?? Casual fans who don't even remember what happened in the show?? Antis?? Just shut up already, you sound like a broken record.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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Yo, Pretzel again! 🥨🤡

First of all, thanks a ton for the info on the estrogen! I was getting kinda scared in regards to some of my... growth. I guess that explains some things. I'm lucky you were there because with the way things were going, I think I would have stolen your right to be called "Honkers" lol

It's not too bad, at least. Always wanted a big butt and aside from the sound effects and the bumping into stuff, it's been alright so far. Well, okay, I've been kinda gassy these past few days, but I've also been eating like crap. So I'm sure the toots and burps are just passing through. At least I hope😬😵‍💫😣

Shame about the estrogen, but I get the feeling that he flu will do the transitioning for me anyhow. I guess I was just hoping my transition could still be something I took control of instead of the flu. Ah, well...

Main reason I'm sending an update is because of a definite clown life update from yesterday.

I was getting some groceries, being the anxious bundle of nerves. I usually am in public (not super clowny, I know...) and just stared down at my phone, waiting my turn with the cashier. The woman in front of me was wearing a cute pair of heels, nothing too crazy, close toed and everything. I took a closer look at them and expected my next thought to be something like: "Wow, nice shoes!"

Instead, what popped into my head was: "That's some hot toe cleavage!"

Toe cleavage?!?!?!!? What the fuck is toe cleavage?!!!!??! And why was I slobbering over seeing some stranger's toes???? As she walked in front of me I kept trying to catch a glance at the back of her heel in hopes I would get a peek at her soles when she took a step. What the fuck. I tried to focus back on my phone and noticed the camera app was open. Don't need to tell you what happened there.

I hadn't had a single sexual thought about feet my whole life. Not one. Never found feet to be a turn-on. Then again, neither did swallowing dildos like they were trick swords.

This stuff is freaking crazy! I wanted to apologize so badly, but I didn't want to freak her out, and truthfully, I didn't want her to see my huge dumb teeth...

I guess that's how it starts. First, I'm drooling over whatever toe cleavage is, and then eventually, I'm licking my own toes clean in utter ecstasy.

#Clownlife, Woop woop....

Hope you're having a better time than me, Hannah.

much love ❤️ ✌️💝👋💜

Pretzel! What are we going to do? 🥨

😩

I’m right there with you. Someone, I’m unfortunately think Daisy must have let one of my bimbo clients in on my new… sigh… fetish. She spent half the session rubbing her feet, and pink high heels complain about how “they’re all hurty I wish someone would wub them…”

I was barely able to stop myself from going “Yahooooooooo!” And diving in!

My brain is just telling me “you’re a perverted cartoon now, act like it.”

BUT as sexy as that foot clevage might be, ya gotta delete that picture. Even if we’re losing our minds we have to remember not to involve people that aren’t consenting to it. That’s what seperates us from the villians.

…

My hand just typed out “Send me the pic before you do!” Nice to know I can’t trust my hands now.

We gotta meet up girl, I NEED to smell those pretzel toes and dip them in cheese!

Nope nope, not me, not that.

What I meant to say you have my sympathy for going this alone, and I’m sorry it took the control you felt over your transition from you. I don’t know how anyone feels in control of any of this shit.

And I don’t know where this Honkers stuff is coming from. I am still flat as a board lol.

Anyway, love hearing from you. Best of luck, I’m not sure how many of these I have left in me.

#transformation #mind control #ask blog #hypnosis #clowntf #clown girl #clown #feet

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that-yandere-life · 2 years

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it haunts my mind EVERYDAY yandere Peter Parker x reader Stark. And to make things better Tony being a Yandad for both of them, what do you think Tony and Peter would be like? Would Tony accept? if you don't want to do it no problem lol hope this doesn't seem confusing i'm using google translator but i really appreciate your writing and would love to see

[Warnings: Yandere Themes *Obviously*, Peter as always is 18+, NO SPOILERS!, manipulation.]

Tony is a very intense yandere himself, so when he has a kid they are literally the most protected individual in the world.

However there is one exception, and that is Peter who has in fact grown to be like a son to him in a lot of ways.

Seeing as you two are similar in age he will introduce the two of you at some point, thinking that he could trust Peter.

Noticing a lot of the same qualities that he had inside of himself in the young man, showing him a glimpse of what he was like before he met your mom.

Excited to hang out with someone that wasn't close to your parent’s age, you both quickly got acquainted with each other.

Becoming best friends nearly overnight, constantly together when Peter wasn’t working in the lab or on a mission.

Growing slightly nervous when Tony noticed Peter exhibiting some of his tendencies on his child of all people.

Understanding just how intense that kind of lifestyle already is for you with him being who he is, could you handle having even further eyes watching your every move?

Not wanting to end the friendship the two of you were trying so hard to build, he will pull Peter aside to have a real heart to heart chat with him.

Acknowledging the behaviors he had noticed him exhibiting, explaining in detail exactly why he knew what Peter was feeling and going through.

While he understood he was still incredibly overprotective of you, and at the same time over Peter too so it was complicating every emotion Tony was experiencing.

Making sure that Peter was actually serious about his intentions before any talks move forward for him to accept the idea of the two of you dating.

Of course he didn’t expect you to stay single forever, although he wished you would be happy without a partner it wasn’t realistic thinking.

So when it comes down to it, the list of people he would ever trust to be with you is basically non-existent.

Peter is practically the only soul he could ever imagine gaining your heart, keeping you safe at all times, someone who would live for you, die for you, kill for you if necessary.

Not wanting to dictate your love life but that is exactly what he is going to do all the while making it seem like it was your choice all along.

With the two of them teaming up together you really don’t stand a chance with both of them manipulating you subtly to where you would never be able to tell if you weren’t looking for it.

Tony is constantly telling you how good Peter is for you, and mentioning how happy you have been since he came into your life.

Which isn’t a lie, but initially it didn’t feel like it had the same meaning to you that it did to them apparently.

That was at first anyway, their comments slowly shifting the memory in your mind to where certain aspects were fuzzy and nearly forgotten.

Each day that passes that you spend with Peter you will start to feel the same somewhere along the line.

You better not try to sneak out to see anyone else, or you will face the wrath of both of them.

Follow their plan and you will never taste true freedom, but then again you will never long for freedom either.

Unknowing what really lies beyond the fancy gilded prison, one that you only recognize as the home and life you’ve always known.

Peter will prove to your father and to you that he will do anything to keep you safe and happy, wanting you both to know you made the right choice.

Being very cautious not to step on Tony’s toes, but also letting him know that he was a huge part of your life now and he had no intention of going anywhere.

Respectful enough that for the most part the two of them won’t bump heads when it comes to you, so you rarely have to hear them fighting.

Everything will seem so natural to you because you don’t know any better of how things work in the outside world.

Sheltered and kept from the horrors of reality by Tony, him never wanting you to fear what was going on around you.

Should you come to some kind of accurate conclusion by whatever means of what was really going on, it wouldn’t matter anyway.

There is no escaping either of them alone, but as partners they would be nigh unstoppable in hunting you down to bring you back where you belong.

[Thank you for the idea, I thought it was very cute when I truly thought about how that would work out. I hope that you enjoy, and that it was what you were envisioning! <3]

#yandere peter parker #yandere peter parker x reader #yandad tony stark #yandere tony stark #yandad tony stark x reader #yandere tony stark x reader #yandere marvel #dark marvel #dark tony stark #dark peter parker #dark tony stark x reader #dark peter parker x reader

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I discovered that my local library's ebook selection only had "First Lensman" out of the whole series, shrugged and checked it out anyway, and - well - long story short, my cosplayer's heart went all a-flutter over Jill's "violent shade of 'radio-active' green" dress from the Ambassadors' Ball.

I'm leaning kind of "Iris van Herpen but 1950s spacefuture" as I try to design something based on the description given (the nature of the bodice in particular made me think of her designs), but then I realized you'd probably know if there was an illustrated edition out there to use as further reference. So - is there? Or am I flying blind beyond the implicit influence of eveningwear styles in the year the book was published?

(Either way, I finally have an excuse to dip my toes into constructing an evening gown! Thank you for selling me on this series!)

I am delighted to hear I inspired you. My statement there was not entirely serious and I never expected anyone would do it. I'd like to see what you come up with. You should consider looking into the works of my personal favorite fashion designer, Charles James, active from the 40s-60s. One of the most striking things about his outfits are the simplicity. This, for instance, is all one piece of cloth, the emphasis is not on frills or ornamentation but streamlining, calling attention to the silhouette.

There are a couple moments in the Lensman books you should probably take a look at, if you're interested in costume ideas for women that are evening gowns. The first is the Grand Ball for the Grand Fleet in Chapter 2 of Gray Lensman. I always liked that one because it was a rare glimpse of what everyday life in the Lensman Galaxy looked like. We spent too much time with Lensman and in the criminal underworld and with battle fleets.

The city's largest ball-room was a blaze of light and color. A thousand polychromatic lamps flooded their radiance downward through draped bunting upon an even more colorful throng. Two thousand items of feminine loveliness were there, in raiment whose fabrics were the boasts of hundreds of planets, whose hues and shades put the spectrum itself to shame. There were over two thousand men, clad in plain or beribboned or bemedaled full civilian dress, or in the variously panoplied dress uniforms of the many Services.

"You're dancing with Miss Forrester first, Kinnison," the surgeon introduced them informally, and the Lensman found himself gliding away with a stunning blonde, ravishingly and revealingly dressed in a dazzlingly blue wisp of Manarkan glamorette--fashion's dernier cri.

To the uninformed, Kinnison's garb of plain gray leather might have seemed incongruous indeed in that brilliantly and fastidiously dressed assemblage. But to those people, as to us of today, the drab, starkly utilitarian uniform of the Unattached Lensman transcended far any other, however resplendent, worn by man: and literally hundreds of eyes followed the strikingly handsome couple as they slid rhythmically out upon the polished floor. But a measure of the tall beauty's customary poise had deserted her. She was slimly taut in the circle of the Lensman's arm, her eyes were downcast, and suddenly she missed a step.

I don't recommend dressing up as a Lyranian at all, unless you wish to be very very popular. Although there is one notable and terrible female villain, in a series for which that is a rarity: one of the Black Lensmen, the evil counterparts created to counter the Lensmen, is a psionically gifted female Lyranian.

Another outfit that probably suggests itself is in Second Stage Lensmen, when Clarissa becomes the Red Lensman, the first female Lensman in history. Clarissa MacDougal was prone to Midwestern modesty to the point it was hysterical:

It was, and very shortly Sector Chief Nurse Clarrissa MacDougall appeared in her wonted immaculately-white, stiffly-starched uniform. She would not wear the Grays to which she was entitled; nor would she--except when defying Kinnison--claim as her right any one of the perquisites or privileges which were so indubitably hers. She was not, never had been, and never would or could be a real Lensman, she insisted. At best, she was only a synthetic--or an imitation--or a sort of amateur--or maybe a "Red" Lensman--handy to have around, perhaps, for certain kinds of jobs, but absolutely and definitely not a regular Lensman. And it was this attitude which was to make the Red Lensman not merely tolerated, but loved as she was loved by Lensmen, Patrolmen, and civilians alike throughout the length, breadth, and thickness of Civilization's bounds.

#lensman

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one-sad-human · 3 years

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•Pinky Promises• Steven Adler

Pairing: Steven Adler x Reader, Axl Rose x Sibling! Reader

Requested? Yup! By an anon

Theme: Angst(?) to fluff

Warnings: Language, sexual references but nothing explicit

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Fic 1 of 2! Hope you enjoy! Also, the makeout near the end gets sorta hot and it was pretty fun to write? Like I’m considering exploring into writing smutter pieces. I didn’t want to originally because I thought I’d cringe all the way through and hate the result but I might try it out in the near future. Nothing too crazy but it’s something for me to think about.

You step off of the large bus, your combat boots hitting the ground as you adjust the bag slung over your shoulder. It's stuffed to the brim with whatever you threw in, you're surprised the zipper did burst.

You take a deep breath of the LA air. It's hot and humid and despite the thick air pollution, you can breath easier than you did in Indiana.

You grew up in Lafayette, Indiana with your older half-brother William. You were raised in the hellish house with your shared father, which you finally managed to escape.

William left right at eighteen. He tried taking you with him, but you didn't want him to be charged with kidnapping and have the cops on his ass. Now, two years and your father's stolen wallet later, you're finally in the city of dreams.

"Will!" You yell out, spotting your redheaded other half.

"Y/N!" He mocks, catching your figure in a crushing hug. He's taller than you, so you have to stand on your tippy toes during the embrace. "Thank God you're alright."

"I'm fine, I'm happy to finally see you again," you say, a huge grin on your face. "How's the band? Everything going well?"

"Well enough," he says with a shrug, grabbing your heavy bag and slinging it around his shoulder. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the guys. You already know Izzy of course, but the rest of them."

The walk to the 'hell house' as Will had called it is filled with catching up. He made sure to keep in contact with you, but the phone calls were always short. It felt nice to have a full length conversation in person with your brother again.

"Welcome home," Will says, leading you into the house. You grimace when you catch a whiff of stale beer and weed.

"You seriously live here? This place should be condemned," you say with disgust.

"And then where would we live?" The oh-so familiar voice of Will's best friend meets your ears. You whip around and fly into his arms.

"Jeffery! I missed you so much! You really should've tried calling, you ass!" You exclaim. Izzy rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless, patting your back during the hug.

"Who's this?" Another man enters the living room— if that's what it should even be called. He's blonde, taller than you but shorter than the other two men in the room. He has kind eyes and the smile he has on his handsome face leaves you speechless.

"U-uh, hi. I'm Y/N," you say after a moment of shameless gawking. If he noticed, he doesn't mention it.

"Oh that's right! Axl talks a lot about you! I'm Steven," he says and bounds up to you, catching your hand in a shake. You don't question who the hell 'Axl' is, but you smile stupidly at him and bite your lip with a blush staining your face.

"No," Will says, glaring at the cute blonde you've taking an immediate liking to. "Absolutely not."

"William!" You squeak out, pinching his shoulder harsher. He yelps and swats your hand away. Will glares further at you as he ushers you up the creaky stairs to your room. "Nothing happened! And who the fuck is 'Axl'?"

"I saw how you were looking at him! I'm not naive, Y/N. You were giving him the 'fuck me' eyes! And me, everyone calls me Axl here." You give him a look. "Except you, of course. You can call me Will."

You don't give him another word as he leads you to your bedroom. He was the one who didn't have a roommate before, and he'd have to share with Slash now but he was determined to give you your privacy.

"This is the only room with a working lock, use it. Especially when your changing! Three horny men in a house with one you isn't a good combo." You make a face and shake your head, but you can't really tell if he's being overprotective or if his band mates really are pigs.

"Are you not including Izzy?"

"Please, he's the only smart one besides me. He knows I'll rip him a new one." You laugh and give Will another hug.

"I've really missed hanging out with you like this, and thank you for letting me stay here." He nods and rubs your back.

"No problem, we have each other's backs, always." You nod and release your bother from the hug. "One rule though: no hooking up with the guys. One time thing or not, you don't know them like I do, I won't let you get hurt. So don't even try anything with Steven!"

"Even if it's nothing sex?" Will levels you with a look that would make you sweat if you were anyone else. You sigh and roll your eyes. "Fine! I promise."

"Pinky promise?" He asks, holding out his pinky finger. You shake your head but comply anyway, hooking your pinky on his.

"Wow, bringing out the big guns, pinky promises," you tease.

"Bitch," he mumbles. You gasp sarcastically.

"Asshole!" You reply. William takes his leave with another slew of insults under his breath but none to be taken seriously and all with a smile. You shut your door after him and lay on your bed, content with how things are finally beginning to look up.

If you knew where you would be in just a few months of living with your brother and his band, you never would've agreed to the naive promise Will had forced on you. You think back to the day with a frown.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Steven asks, pecking your bare shoulder as he lays behind you on your bed. You both lay naked and damp with sweat, glowing from the moonlight streaming in the room.

"William," you say with a sigh.

"We just had sex and your thinking of your brother? Should I be worried about you?" Steven asks teasingly. You fight the smile growing on your face and lightly pinch the his arm tightly wrapped around you. He never fails to make you laugh.

"I just feel bad keeping this a secret from him." You turn around to be face to face with Steven. "It's been months of sneaking around. I'm always nervous we'll get caught together or I'll blurt it out to him."

"Then why don't we just tell him?"

"Do you want to die! Steven, honestly, do you have a death wish?"

"No, but—"

"Then we can't tell my brother we're together. He'll murder you, and then probably me one he finds out how long I've been lying to him," you say and move your head in the crook of Steven's neck.

"Then we can be together in the afterlife!" Steven folds his arms around you even tighter. "Seriously though, we can't lie to him forever. We've been together for six months already, surely he'll see how much we care about each other and not want to kill us."

"Yeah, maybe," you say halfheartedly and close your eyes, finally letting yourself fall asleep.

The next night, Guns has a gig at the Whiskey A-Go Go. The ritual goes like it has been, they play the gig, you wait for Will to get drunk, and you and Steven sneak out to the back of the club to make out and maybe get felt up a bit before returning like nothing happened.

It isn't different this time. Steven's hands leave your skin ablaze as he lets them wander down your sides and up your thighs. His lips don't leave yours, even as he squeezes your ass and you let out a moan. He grins on your mouth and presses his pelvis up to your stomach.

His mouth leaves yours to press feather light kisses to your cheek before trailing down your jaw and onto your neck, where he sucks nips at. You have to press a hand to your mouth to stay quiet.

"Don't leave marks," you remind him through batted breath.

"I won't," he reassures and silences you with a chaste kiss to your swollen lips before returning his attack on your neck.

You hear footsteps fast approaching, but as quickly as you hear them, Steven is ripped away from you. He's slammed into the brick wall next to you harshly and groans. You jump away and gasp.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" William asks, his voice lower than usual. His green eyes dark and downright scary.

"Will! Let him go, come on. Stop fucking around, you didn't have to slam him into a wall," you say, but your shaky voice falls on deaf ears as Will doesn't move. Your hands grasp at his arm and try to yank him away from Steven, but he's stronger and taller than you and doesn't budge, he just keeps his eyes focused on Steven.

"Nothing!" He squeaks out. Even in the dark, his kiss bruised lips and flushed red face is obvious.

"'Nothing?' That's why you were ten seconds away from fucking Y/N?" Will asks.

"William stop it! You're scaring me! Leave him alone!" You push him again and this time, he relents. Will paces and runs his hand through his red locks while you rush to make sure Steven is ok.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Steven mutters and presses a kiss to your brow to comfort you, sending you a smile when he pulls away. He keeps his hands on your arms and rubs circles with his thumbs.

"How long has this been going on?" Will asks, crossing his arms as he finally stops his pacing.

"Six months..." Steven says nervously. William scoffs and shakes his head. "But it isn't just fucking around! I love them, Ax. Really."

You smile bashfully, biting your lip to try and contain it. You knew you felt strongly for Steven and that he returned the feelings, but you haven't outright said you loved each other— until know of course.

Will stays silent for a few beats, staring contemplative at Steven. He finally sighs, bring a hand up to rub his temples like he has a building headache.

"Yeah? And you love him, Y/N?" He asks. You nod, reaching out to grab Steven's hand. Steven lets a grin creep on to his face. "Then I guess I can't stop you. But if you ever break their heart, I'll fucking gut you, Adler."

If Will makes Steven nervous, he doesn't show it. He gives him a salute with his puppy dog like smile before sticking out his pinky.

"I promise I'll never hurt Y/N purposely, ever." Will rolls his eyes, the irony makes him nearly groan aloud. He sucks it up anyway when he sees your hopeful expression, hooking his pinky onto Steven's.

"Don't make me regret this, Steven," Will grumbles before leaving and walking back into the crowded club. Steven lets out an exhilarated laugh and kisses you, hard.

"Told you he wouldn't kill me!" Steven exclaims, making you laugh out of surprise.

"And we don't have to sneak around anymore!" Steven kisses you again, and again and again until you're breathless.

"I'm so in love with you," he mumbles between his attack on your lips. You smile, tangling your hands in his aqua-net filled hair.

"As I am with you."

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