#Milo Snowflake

[sailxrmxrs]

so. it's been a few months. OOPS. the creative juices have not been flowing lately BUT WE ARE SO BACK. and getting festive!! today we're decorating for christmas with our beloved infinite blue boys. this one won't be full fics but more so thoughts strung together. throwing my brain at my computer screen and seeing what sticks type beat. shoutout to itsu for the art that made me go insane abt the boys and desperate to write smth again. also shoutout to ito for listening to me ramble my thoughts aloud. always a pleasure to brainrot with u. determined to try and get back to regular writing but we shall see how that goes LMAO. for now enjoy christmas decorating gamers WOOOO.

♡ leo ♡

Leo gets SO excited for Christmas time. He loves seeing the neighbourhood lit up with strings of lights and bright displays of festivity. He's not one to hold back either with his own decorations. Leo has built up a rather eclectic collection of decorations and baubles for his Christmas tree, most of them being movie references or themed. Stormtrooper wearing a Santa hat, a resin hanging decoration made to look like a stack of Lord of the Rings books, that sort of thing. He excitedly asks what sort of fun decorations you own or want to get because he wants the tree to match both of your interests. Definitely surprises you with a few that he thinks you'll like, barely able to contain himself. Leo is bad at keeping presents a surprise. He just loves seeing how excited you get!! Very much the embodiment of golden retriever boyfriend. Always. I can see Leo also having some decorations with sentimental value too. Like this one bauble he painted as a kid that's definitely not the prettiest mix of colours, but it brings back memories of childhood and excitedly trying to stay up late to see Santa leaving presents behind. He LOVES good christmas tradition too. Every Christmas Eve he's watching the same movie (probably Home Alone) with an array of snacks laid out to enjoy. He loves getting to share it all with you too as well as starting new traditions for future Christmases together. For example, this year he dumped strips of coloured paper on the floor, put his Christmas playlist on, and declared you were both making paper chains and paper snowflakes to hang around the house with the tinsel already on display. There's no such thing as too many decorations in Leo's world so I hope you're prepared for your home to look like a festive spirit exploded in every room. Bonus note he also owns sets of festive pyjamas specifically for December and will only wear these. If it's not Christmas related he isn't touching it. Also owns slippers made to look like reindeer.

♡ milo ♡

Milo might just be the worst one to decorate for Christmas with. He's never really been overly fussed about buying decorations or a tree and has literally nothing of the sort at home. He hadn't even considered the thought that you might want to indulge a little and spend a day or two putting up lights or finding a tree for your shared living room. When you do mention the idea to him, Milo is somewhat surprised, but will nod along that sure you can get a tree. Will suggest you buy one of those pop-up trees that comes with the ornaments already attached because it's easier and will only take a couple minutes to set up and put into place. It takes a lot of convincing to sway him away from that idea. He doesn't seem to realise that half the fun is spending hours fighting the tangled mess of lights, or finding that one specific ornament you bought a few years ago just to hang front and centre on the tree. Will only agree to it if you promise to buy him an early Christmas present too. Bribery is a wonderful tool for convincing Milo to join in all the traditional couple behaviours and outings. He'll enjoy it once he's there and sees how much you're enjoying yourself, but will make a point to complain about the weather, or that he's getting bored looking at different variations of the same lights. His boredom is easily cured by a request to get food before heading home. Once you're home, he offers to reach all the tallest parts you can't reach, but not before making a smug joke about how you only asked him to help because you wanted the extra pair of hands. At the end of it all, he'll be stood behind you, arms enclosed around you and pulling your back against his chest. Will rest his chin atop your head and admit that yes, he had a lot of fun today and yes he will do it again next year. Offers to take you out again next weekend to go ice skating or put together gingerbread houses. Just as long as you don't make him wear one of those awful Christmas jumpers Leo sent a picture of himself wearing the other day. You don't make any promises.

♡ rory ♡

Ever the hopeless romantic, Rory equally adores and despises this time of year. He loves the romanticism of the festive atmosphere, the twinkling fairy lights, the decadence of the food. He's secretly been craving the chance to share it all with someone else. But he would never admit to it. Which is also the cause for his self-proclaimed hatred of the holiday season. He likes to lament about how so much of it is commercialised and specifically catered to couples wanting an excuse to show off how cute they are. He'll acutely ignore the fact that you came home to him watching one of those cheesy Netflix Christmas rom-coms. The type where a prince gets isekaied into the suburbs of New York and falls in love with generic city woman. Will try to hide his face in the neckline of his sweater while you set down boxes of decorations to dress up the room. Claims he wants no part of it and acts all indifferent to your enthusiasm, though it is blatantly evident on his face that he actually means the exact opposite. So you get to hanging baubles from the tree, singing along to Christmas songs as they chime from the speakers. It's when you notice Rory stand up, eyes flickering from you, to the tree, to the floor, that you ask if he would like to give you a hand. Will say no, but you should move that one ornament a bit higher up. It will look better there. Or maybe add a different coloured one there to brighten up that section. Pass a box of ornaments to him and tell him that if he's going to comment on your decorating then he better just do it himself. Rory acts as though this is some large inconvenience but within minutes he's quietly singing along under his breath, a rosy colour staining his cheeks. Pull out some mistletoe and watch him turn an even brighter red. Do it I dare u. And once the room is sufficiently dressed up for Christmas, Rory will collapse back on the sofa, shyly admitting how much he loved spending the time with you as you burrow into the warmth of his side. Will get a little flustered but tries to play it cool until you tease him about finishing the rom-com you caught him watching earlier. Goes to push you away but immediately pulls you back in. Maybe he can be a little more affectionate than usual today. Maybe.

♡ alexei ♡

Alexei doesn't usually decorate a whole lot around the festive season. It's not for a lack of wanting to, nor does he dislike it at all, but rather he just never felt like he had a reason to before. For him, Christmas always felt like a very family-oriented time of year so after he moved out, the thought simply never occurred to him that he could go out and buy a tree and ornaments, even just for his desk at work. When you pose the idea to him to get your home all decorated up for the season, Alexei's interest is piqued. He will scroll for ideas on how to pick a colour theme and will get really into the colour ratio of the baubles too. He lines the tree with golden fairy lights and makes sure the balance of red and green baubles is even. Makes sure to find tinsel that matches the exact shades as well so it doesn't look mismatched at all. It's really rather cute how focused he'll get over it, eyebrows furrowed and this tiny little crease in his forehead. Stands with a look a pure concentration in the way his eyes are surveying the tree from top to bottom, his finger tapping against his lip while you watch from your spot on the sofa sipping a hot chocolate Alexei made for you. You tried to tell him he doesn't need to take it so seriously with the way he's alternating between different coloured baubles but your voice falls on deaf ears. He'll stand back to admire his handiwork, looking to you for excitable approval. Once he deems it good enough, Alexei will lay down, his head just beneath the tree, and he'll gesture for you to join him. He feels all tired out after a day of decorating and has a distinct urge to nap under the tree like a cat. Will sleepily ramble about how he's been looking forward to spending the holiday with you, how he's excited to try all these new things and start ned traditions with you until eventually his eyes betray him and they blink slower and slower and he's falling asleep in your arms.

♡ brooklyn ♡

Brooklyn's home on Christmas is a sight to behold. The man knows how to decorate no matter what the occasion may be. He always loves to make a day of it too. Expect him to wake you up with a cup of tea, already dressed in a cosy Christmas sweater with his hair unstyled and a little messy. Winter Brooklyn is a delight for the eyes. Especially when he's got a hand-knitted scarf bundled around his neck and matching gloves warming his hands. Drives you to a local Christmas tree farm he always visits on the first weekend of December every year without fail. The owners know him by name at this point and are particularly excited to see he has company this year. His hand is entwined in yours as you wander around, talking and musing together over which tree would fit best. If it's snowing, expect Brooklyn to flick a snow-covered branch at you, a dusting of cold powder freckling your cheeks. Will laugh but lets you throw a snowball at him as payment for the attack. Once you pick out the perfect tree, Brooklyn takes you to a local Christmas market to pick out some new decorations. He has a rather rigorous theme he likes to stick to but wants to add something meaningful to signify the two of you—especially with this being your first Christmas together. He tries not to go too overboard and is only stopped by the sight of a stall offering decadent mugs of hot chocolate. Once you're back home and in the warm, Brooklyn is lighting the fireplace, along with a few festive themed candles, and rolling up his sleeves. It's at this point you see just how serious he is about Christmas decorating. And it certainly pays off because once you're both done, the tree looks like someone opened pinterest, found the most visually pleasing tree and managed to extract it and place it directly in your living room. Brooklyn looks very pleased with himself as you praise his well thought out planning. Ends the day with a surprise gift for you because his family always had a tradition of giving a gift on Christmas tree day and he wants to keep that going with you. Is generally just the embodiment of Christmas rom-com love interest with how perfect he makes the day turn out to be.

♡ tobias ♡

Decorating with Tobias is so unbelievably chaotic. There is no rhyme or reason to the scattering of ornaments all over the floor. Decorations are everywhere except where they are supposed to be. He claims he's got a strategy but you're not so certain. He also doesn't really bother with any particular colour theming and just picks out what he thinks looks cool. Loves to have a range of different shapes and colours for the ornaments. Also buys a string of multicoloured flashing lights to drape around the tree because 'regular white lights are boring'. Tobias doesn't care too much about whether you put up a plastic tree or a real one, that is until he sees Brooklyn post a photo of his own Christmas tree on instagram and suddenly Tobias wants to buy a real tree too and make it look as aesthetically pleasing as possible. So he's dragging you out into the cold to go and buy one. Finds his idea of the perfect tree after a good hour of deliberating over which one looks best. Wants one that's got a good shape to it and has plenty of branches. In doing so, however, he very much overestimates how big his car is and how big his apartment is. Drives home with the top of the tree sticking between the seats it's basically sitting on the passenger seat with you. And then there's getting it into his apartment. It's just a little bit too tall so the top of the tree is bent over a little against the ceiling. Tobias rejects your idea to buy a saw and cut the trunk down because surely you can just trim to top, right? No, Tobias, you cannot. Ends up deciding to bend it so the top is angled down a little since you won't let him take the kitchen scissors to it. You're about to attempt to put the star on top until Tobias stops you, claiming he needs to make some adjustments before it goes up. Runs into the bedroom and returns like five minutes later with the star but now it has a picture of his face taped onto the front. Reaches up to put it on the tree but because it's a little too tall, the star is angled down so it looks like star Tobias is watching over like some cursed angelic watchman. Leo is very unsettled when he comes over to visit.

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[annahxredaxted]

*at a Christmas gathering*

Angel: sweetheart that isn’t Christmas attire!

Sweetheart: it’s got lil snowflakes on it; what would you rather me not wear anything at all?

Milo, under his breath, taking a sip of a drink: I’d rather you not wear anything at all

Sweetheart, who didn’t mean that: *elbows him with a smile*

#redacted asmr #redacted milo #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart

[names-for-alters]

Hello one and all, alters and headmates! I am Charlie! I like to make lists! I also hoard names! Are you looking for a name? GREAT! You can send an ask and request a specific aesthetic or origin of name, or you can look at my list!

With that said…

…Cracks knuckles…

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[strayfoxxchan]

Merry Chris-mas!

Pairing: Bang Chan (Chris) x f!reader (Y/N)

Genre: Fluff, Christmas

Content Warning: None

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! I really appreciate the love I’ve been getting on the little series I’ve been working on, I honestly wasn’t expecting anyone to see any of it. As a token of my appreciation, here’s a very very short little fluff piece. 

“Wake up, baby girl,” the voice seems to permeate her half-dreaming subconscious, beckoning her back to the land of the living. Y/N reaches her hands out, pawing at the source to hush so she could keep sleeping. 

“Come on, princess, wake up!” Chris throws his body on top of Y/N, wrapping his arms around her and planting kisses on her head and cheeks. “It’s Christmas; you have to wake up!” The love assault continues as Y/N’s grumbles turn into fits of laughter. She mockingly bats her fists at his chest, attempting to push the muscular body off of her. 

“Get off, get off! I’m awake! Stop!” she laughs. “Since when do you wake up this early?”

“Since it’s Christmas?” Chris sits up, rolling back to the edge of the bed. “It’s gift opening time!”

“Chris,” Y/N looks at him seriously. “I thought we agreed on no gifts? We can’t all be talented and rich.”

“What if I didn’t spend any money on it?” He arches a brow, looking at her with a devilish grin. “Get out of bed!” Chris stands up and walks to the closet. Then, he pulls on a hoodie and leaves the room humming to himself, a tune Y/N hasn’t heard before. 

Y/N barely musters the strength the slide out of the very cozy bed. She stretches with a groan, kicking her feet into the slippers by her nightstand. Y/N then shuffles her way across the room and through the door. 

The two had only recently moved in together, and most of their things were still in cardboard boxes scattered about the apartment. It was hard to find the motivation when half of the pair was busy producing record-breaking music with seven kids, and the other was working long days in an office job staring at a computer for hours on end. Still, they had managed to procure a tree, which they mostly decorated with things they had found in boxes as they unpacked. These decorations included but were not limited to: a pair of boxers, a Deadpool action figure, a stuffed wolf, and a few paper plates that they had painstakingly cut into snowflakes on a particularly late night. 

Chris is sitting on the couch with his laptop propped up on a pillow. He’s got a pair of headphones hanging on his head, one side flipped off to the back of his head. His hand cups his chin and his mouth hangs open slightly, a trademark pose as he focuses on his task. 

“After all that ruckus, you’re working? On Christmas.” Y/N places a hand on her hip accusingly. 

“Just give me a second, yeah?” He waves his hand at her. “Breakfast is on the stove.”

Y/N raises her eyebrow. She knew he could cook, but that wasn’t the problem. Normally, she was the one who took care of breakfast as his idea of breakfast usually included a big bowl of rice with some chicken. She preferred to cook something a little more substantial and flavorful. As she makes her way to the kitchen, she is somehow even more shocked to find that all he’s made are two types of toast: vegemite toast and fairy bread with a healthy side of… Milo. She can’t hide the snort that escapes, but she appreciates the gesture. It’s a symbol of home for him, and she knew the holidays often made him homesick. 

“Lix is coming over soon, leave some for him!” Chris calls from across the room. Y/N smiles to herself. She puts a slice of fairy bread in her mouth, holding it there to free up a hand for the vegemite toast and milo. She walks back to sit with Chris on the couch, shoving the vegemite toast in his mouth. 

“I know we said no gifts, but I got you something,” Y/N says, pulling something out of her pajama pocket.

“Weren’t you upset with me not even 5 minutes ago? What happened to no gifts?”

“I changed my mind,” she holds out the small metal object to him, and he takes it in his hand. He brings it close to his face: it’s a tiny statuette of a little dog.

“Berry?!” His face lights up. “How? What? This is so cool!”

“They had these weird… kits at the store where you can sculpt a little thing and then put it in another thing, and then it turns into metal. I can’t explain the science but it was the only thing I could think to make,” she laughs. 

“It's amazing. You’re incredible,” has says, kissing her cheek again.

“Me next?” She holds her empty hand out.

In response, Chris places his hand on hers. “It’s me, I’m the gift!” He pulls her hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it before placing it in his lap, laughing. “Kidding, kidding.” He removes the headphones, places them on her head, and then hits play. Chris wraps his arms around her, pulling her into a cuddle as she listens. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

–

A ding on Y/N’s phone pulls her out of her absent-minded daydream. She shakes her head, not realizing she had fallen asleep on her apartment couch. 

1 New Message

Channie 🖤🐺

Ready for our date? I’m out in the courtyard already, let’s go!

#bang chan #bang chan scenarios #bang chan x reader #bang chan imagines #chris bang #christopher bang #christopher bahng #stray kids #skz x reader #skz scenarios #skz #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #christmas

[dominimoonbeam]

The Truth in Your Skin - 9

The tattoo au! David/Darlin, Milo/Sweetheart, Asher/Huxley

tags: explicit content, nightmare about past abuse, hurt/comfort

The Truth in Your Skin - 9

They walked sloppy lines home on the sidewalk, the night glowing with snowfall and streetlights. Milo laughed, breath forming in the air when Sweetheart unfolded from under his arm, skipping a few steps forward and twirling, arms out. He snagged one wrist, pulling them into a dance.

The street was theirs.

Sometimes, with Sweetheart, it felt like the whole world was theirs. Just theirs.

“I’m sorry about Lasko,” Sweetheart said, a dreamy sigh on their voice as they pulled him along, still dancing but toward their apartment building.

Milo pushed his face into the side of their neck, breathing them in. “S’okay,” he admitted. “He looked so cute blushing between Gav and his friend.”

Sweetheart nodded agreement, turning in his arms just in time to lean back against the front door to their building. They blinked back at him, tipsy and smiling. “I hope you won’t be bored with just my company tonight.”

Milo studied their face like that, bathed in late night lamp glow and flecked with snowflakes. His hand found their hip, squeezing it before sliding up, under their coat and their shirt, to feel their skin. They gasped at his cold fingers, arching but not pushing him away. He grinned. “I could never get bored with you, Sweetheart. There’s no one else I’d rather be with.”

They blinked back at him, so clearly surprised by his words that he had to wonder what he’d said.

He went over them. No, nothing wrong there. Nothing they shouldn’t already know. He leaned in and captured their lips in a kiss. Their piercings clicked softly. Sweetheart grabbed at the front of his jacket, twisting the fabric in their hands and pulling as if they could possibly get any closer.

No, he was never going to get bored of them. Not ever.

Milo grabbed their thighs and they jumped up at the touch, reading his mind and wrapping their legs around his hips so that he could maneuver them into the building. They didn’t know it, but those little acts of trust drove him wild. The way they just blindly hung onto him, kissing and nibbling, while he got them inside and to the elevator, made his heart soar.

“I’m going to strip you down as soon as we’re inside the apartment,” he said in the elevator, feeling them squirm against him. “I’m going to take you apart, Sweetheart.”

The doors opened and he squeezed their ass, carrying them out into the hall.

They licked his ear, breathing against it in a way that made him almost drop his keys. “Not if I take you apart first.”

He groaned, unlocking the door.

Sweetheart unlatched from him, almost falling over when their legs weren’t as sober as their intentions, but quickly backpedaling into the apartment.

Milo laughed, tossing the keys and missing the bowl. He kicked the door shut and managed to get out of his jacket and lock the door without taking his eyes off them. They pulled off their sweater and their top in one move, tossing it into the living room before rushing him again, pushing his back against the door and kissing him hard. Their hands were at the front of his pants, working his belt open.

He shivered, hands on their naked arms, one gliding up to the side of their neck. They kissed him like they were hungry, nipping his bottom lip, and he groaned, a jolt riding down his spine to pelvis, rolling his hips forward to bump into them. They grinned against that kiss and his mind swam from more than just the liquor. Sweetheart wasn’t usually pushy. Mischievous, yes, absolutely. And they loved when he wound them up—when he got them to beg for more, for release—but this was different. This was them winding him up.

Milo surrendered to it gladly, breath hitching when they pushed his jeans down his hips and wrapped a hand around his aching erection. “Fuck…” he exhaled, rolling his hips again, thrusting into their grip and wishing it was their body. They bit his lip again and then broke the kiss. He caught the sharp edges of their grin in the near-dark apartment before they slid down to their knees.

Milo held his breath, hand in their hair, watching the shadows of their face near his sex and feeling their breath roll against his sensitive skin just before their hot tongue stroked him. He gasped and dropped his head back with a thump against the door when they rolled their tongue against piercings.

They’d gotten sound complaints before, from just about every apartment over, under, and beside them. They had a collection of passive aggressive notes left on the door or in their mailbox or even pinned to the lobby message board—all now stuck to their refrigerator with magnets.

Milo always felt a twinge of shame when he got the notes, but they were quickly washed away in the tidal wave of pride at having made Sweetheart shout in pleasure.

They swallowed him and he moaned deep in his chest, palming the back of their head and rocking his hips, fucking them. Their fingers pressed into his hip, holding on.

Sweetheart wasn’t the only one who made sounds. Milo grunted and gasped, already so close to release. He was usually better at holding out, at edging until they were both exhausted and shaking, but tonight he felt like he’d been riding that edge since they left work. He’d been thinking about getting home with his Sweetheart all day.

“Oh shit… fuck…” he gasped, so close.

Their hand pushed his hip and he immediately let go of their head, his chin dropping down to watch them jerk back. They released his cock, coughing.

Panic rushed up through his body like a million needles on his skin. “Sweetheart? Are you—”

They were on their feet, smiling and breathy, lips glossy from spit. They licked their lower lip, taking a step back from him and into the dark room.

Milo shivered, watching them unbutton their jeans and slide them off, kicking them away. Sweetheart stood there, naked in his apartment—in their apartment—staring right back at him with that twist of their mouth that told him everything he needed to know. Had he really thought he was getting off first? Had he really thought the night would be over that soon?

He pushed his own pants all the way down and stepped out of them. Sweetheart bit their lip, taking another step back, swaying. They were going to turn and run, down the dark hall toward the bedroom. They were going to run, just as soon as they were sure he knew to chase.

He palmed his erection, his whole body aching to touch them again.

He wasn’t sure which one of them moved first. Sweetheart turned with a high, nervous laugh and he bolted after them. It was a short run but his heart was pounding when he caught them up and tackled them onto the bed, buried in darkness and pinning them to the mattress. They laughed and squirmed and he kissed and nipped his way down their neck, to their shoulder, grinding against their ass until their breathy laughs had turned into breathy moans.

-

Darlin’s head smacked the hardwood. It echoed in their skull, echoed in every punch that came after. They couldn’t see anymore, couldn’t open their eyes or will themself to move, but they weren’t unconscious either. His breathing was ragged and loud. He hadn’t left. He wouldn’t leave, not this time, not after everything. This fight had been different. It had been worse and it had been final. Darlin had broken up with him. Oh god, if only it had been that simple. If only they hadn’t seen the horrible truth the moment the words came flying out of their mouth. He wasn’t going to let them go with words and knuckles.

Their mouth tasted like blood, their lip swollen where he’d ripped out the piercing. They shivered at the sound of his teeth clicking around the stud. It echoed too. Their body was a sounding chamber of violence now and they wondered if the sounds would ever escape—would ever stop.

The needle buzzed.

No.

He pulled them along the floor, into position.

Nonono.

Darlin woke with a jolt, like a shot had gone off and they were on their feet, only they hadn’t quite made it to their feet. They’d stumbled blind, hands up to protect their face like it hadn’t been ruined already.

Even when they opened their eyes, they squinted with one, body expecting it to be swollen shut.

Someone was in front of them. Someone big and reaching for them.

Darlin jerked back with a grunt, their shoulders hitting a wall and stopping their escape.

They swallowed, tasting blood that wasn’t there.

They heard his teeth on their long-gone lip stud and shuddered.

“Darlin,” he said, and it sounded like he’d said it a few times already. Another echo. God, why couldn’t that be one of the echoes in their head. His voice. So steady and deep. They dragged a deep breath, realizing then that they were gasping, heart slamming their ribs.

His hands were still out but not reaching anymore, a little to the sides now, like proof that they weren’t. Darlin blinked, vision focusing on his face. They realized he was shorter. He was bent, not just trying to be eye level but lower. There was a crease in his brow, the one he got when he was worried or going over the books.

Darlin exhaled hard, realizing what had happened. They were in his apartment. They looked at the couch and the mess of pillows and throw blankets they had dragged off the cushions when the scrambled to their feet. They tried to apologize but it came out thin and garbled. They pressed a fist against their side, hating the tears that pricked their eyes as the adrenaline buzzed through their skin, turning sick.

He shook his head slowly, another step closer but crouching lower. “You’re okay,” he said, like it was true. It sounded true when he said it in that voice. But they didn’t feel okay.

“I…” they tried to explain or lie or apologize but it came out strangled and weak. Darlin winced, closing their eyes and pressing a fist into their side. Why did this have to happen tonight? Here? In front of David? Their eyes burned behind their lids.

“You had a nightmare,” he offered them the explanation they were trying and failing to get out.

Darlin made a choking sound of agreement, forcing down and out another breath before opening their eyes again. He was still there. David.

“What do you need?” he asked, still so steady even when they could see the worry in his face—in that crease in his brow.

Darlin swallowed, looking away, looking around, looking anywhere but right at him because this was a completely different sort of nightmare.

His arm moved, his hand closer now, and they stared at it in confusion before they realized they’d moved first. Their own hand was hovering between their chest and his, like it was caught between reaching and pulling back. They didn’t remember doing that. They hadn’t meant to. His hand was closer to theirs, reaching back? Offering?

Fuck.

Darlin grabbed his arm, their fingers pressing against the perfect edges of tattooed peonies on his skin. He was solid and he was steady and their vision blurred with tears. “Fuck,” they ground out but pushed a step forward and into his chest.

David’s arms wrapped around them. Before this weekend, they would have been hard pressed to come up with the last time they’d been hugged. Now they were two days in a row.

“You’re making a habit out of this…” they whispered against his collar, breaths still shaky.

He palmed the back of their head, fingers rubbing at their scalp. “I can live with that.”

Darlin sighed. He made it so easy.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

They shook their head. They definitely did not. They would rather forget it if possible.

When the adrenaline flagged, their body realized it had been sleeping and exhaustion rolled back in.

They unraveled from him before they could fall asleep standing and scrubbed a hand over their face. “I’m sorry. What time is it? I should go.”

David frowned, that worried crease in his brow. “It’s like four in the morning.” He still had one of their hands in his, his thumb stroking across the back of their knuckles. “Stay.”

Darlin hesitated, heart heaving at the idea. Could they really?

He nodded like he sensed the thought. He looked tired too. “We’ll sleep in and then I’ll make us food. Stay.”

Darlin squeezed his hand. They were still holding hands. If they didn’t know better, they might think this was more than friendly. It couldn’t be.

A handful of years ago, Darlin would have made a move. They would have kissed this man, maybe pushed him up against a wall, or pulled him along into the bedroom. They knew it, but that didn’t change anything about the way things were now. They weren’t the same person. They didn’t smile the same or feel the same. And David was definitely just being nice. He cared about them. They were friends.

“Darlin?” he asked, concern in his voice.

Darlin nodded, hoping it was too dark for him to see them blushing. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds cool. Thanks.”

He visibly relaxed and turned, leading them down the hall.

Darlin looked at their hand in his. Skin and ink.

He led them into his bedroom but didn’t bother with the lights. He let go of their hand to drop onto the big bed, stretching out and already looking half-asleep. Darlin hesitated but he scooted over and blindly reached out for them. They were too tired to think clearly—too tired to overthink at all—so they took his hand and climbed onto the bed, dropping next to him and sighing at the perfect weight of his arm settling across them.

#redactedverse #tattoo shop au #no powers #david/darlin #milo/sweetheart #asher/huxley #slow burnish #past abuse #hurt/comfort #angst #romance #<3 #dominimoonbeam

[courage-doodles-blog]

Introducing Barry!

Design

Species: Cat

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Asexual

Family: Nathan(Father), Teresa(Mother), Marie(Grandmother), Brandon(Grandfather), Nathaniel(Ancestor), Miranda(Ancestor), Barrett(Ancestor) Lauren(Grandmother), Oliver(Grandfather), Matt(Uncle)

Likes: Roses, fantasy movies, action movies, his parents Nathan and Teresa, rabbits, cats, spending time with Courage, Bunitty(platonic love interest), becoming a detective, mystery shows

Dislikes: Courage in danger, Muriel in danger, danger, his friends in danger, spiders(except Tyrone and his spider crew), Toxin(worst enemy), spicy food, getting scared, violence, his family in danger, Eustace Bagge(enemies)

Friends: Courage, Muriel, Felix, Clive, Justin, Maxwell, Olive, Geo, Charlie, Bunny, Kitty, Bunitty(platonic love interest), Gabriel, Russell, Platinum, Milo(Uncle to him), Grayson, Shady(Childhood best friend/brotherly figure), Computer, Team Frostbite(Damien the Wolf, Malcolm the Mountain Hare, Snowflake the Arctic Fox, Chief Azrael etc), Absolute Six(Jasper, Cyan, Marina, Hurley, Jackson and Carmen), Aden, Eight Tribes of Honour(Lucifer, Claude, Nigel, Krimson, Iram, Blizzard, Twigs and Possum Mob), Fred, Lord Blade VI, Cannibals of Vintage City, Bon, Cyril, Hunchback of Nowhere, Bigfoot, Duck Brothers, Dr Vindaloo, Courage's parents, Animals of Fear Gang

Neutral: Shirley, General, Lieutenant, Banana Suit Dealer

Enemies: Eustace, Fred(formerly), Katz, Le Quack, Cajun Fox, Weremole, Black Puddle Queen, Clutching Foot, Mad Dog, King Ramses, Sirius, Toxin, Alan, Jacob, Raven, Cruel Veterinarian, Vore, Thursday, Tuesday, Saber, Slice, Dice, Amaris, Sin Clowns(Pride, Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Envy and Sloth), Fear King, Fear Slaves, Di Lung, Mecha Courage, Ma Bagge, Gem, Evangeline the Musical Mistress, Bone Antler

Facts:

He has a fear of spiders because of the abuse he got from Toxin who is in fact a spider himself.

Barry knows how to hold a gun, however it's a toy gun that shoots corks instead of bullets. He learnt his technique of handling his toy gun by his ancestor Barrett.

He is neutral to Shirley the Medium. He shows respect to her but worries about the curses she puts onto others.

After rescuing Bunitty from Mad Dog, the two became really friends, until they both start to have platonic feelings for each other.

His interactions with the General and the Lieutenant left him in dismay, due to the them fighting with each other or their "antics" as Barry refers it all to.

Barry has become a victim hunted down by Thursday and Tuesday AKA Feline Hunters, since he is a cat.

In the crossover; Straight Outta Nowhere! Scooby Doo Meets Courage The Cowardly Dog. Barry becomes allies with the Mystery Inc. His favourite members of it are Shaggy and Scooby Doo.

Barry loves watching mystery shows, which got him dreaming of becoming an great detective.

Barry's relationship with Computer didn't go well at first, because Computer became (of course) a bit of a jerk to him, until Computer was aware that Barry has anxiety. By that, he now helps Barry how to cope with anxiety.

Barry is allies with Team Frostbite, Absolute Six and Eight Tribes of Honour, he sees Team Frostbite and Tribes of Honour as family figures.

He loves his grandparents Marie and Brandon. Marie loves him dearly and Brandon has a soft spot for him, he tends to nickname him "Scamp" if he forgets his grandson's name.

Whenever Courage isn't around with him, he takes the role as Courage himself. He does remember two of his catchphrases and says them whenever he is in a dangerous situation. The catchphrases being "The things i do for love!" and "I know something bad is gonna happen or if my name is [random name]! And I'm glad it's not."

Barry has the ability to sense any danger that is coming

Barry is the one who set Lucifer free by his order and he fully knows that he has gained freedom.

Barry had an ultimate regret by setting Fear King free. This is because the King was abusing him psychological and uses his anxiety for his goals, but only to make it more worse, but then Barry finally stands up to him, telling him that releasing him was the worse idea he had done and he now sends him back to his book for all eternity and throw it out.

Despite having a fear of spiders, Barry became allies with Tyrone and his spider crew. It was said by Barry that he doesn't fear spiders that show kindness to him

#ctcd oc #ctcd #courage the cowardly dog #oc reference #digital artwork #digital art #artwork #art #ctcd oc barry #oc info #cat oc

[fountainpenguin]

“You put your hand out, opened the door... You said, 'Come with me, boy, I want to show you something more'..."

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My WordGirl fanfic Factor It In is here! It's the multi-chapter sequel to my one-shot "AlgoRhythm", which centered around WordGirl introducing Kid Math to the villains on villain karaoke night. If you liked that 'fic, you might like this one too. Check it out!

Chapter 1 - “Order of Operations”

Read on FFN || Read on AO3

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Summary: Being a 3rd-grade superhero-in-training isn’t easy, especially while bouncing between foster families. While 8-year-old Rexagon Pemdas struggles against his controlling nature and inability to keep a secret, 11-year-old Becky Botsford fights major burnout and a rapidly increasing fear of being replaced. Maybe Fair City doesn't need two heroes after all...

(First 1,800 words under the cut)

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Minor content warning for this snippet - Canon-typical implied backstory trauma (Potatoes, bruises, neglect).

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FACTOR IT IN

Order of Operations

.:: January 3rd - Saturday ::.

"One must be taught his place if orderly structure is ever to be maintained."

(Ancient Hexagon proverb)

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Psst! Look for the words independent and uneasy

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It's a chilly winter afternoon in the home of Milo and Miah Pirakell, who have just received a familiar visitor on their doorstep…

HELP!

The word hovers like a sugar cube on the end of his tongue. H-E-L-P exclamation point exclamation point… Milo stands there, as frozen as the snowboy, snowgirl, and snowmonkey in the yard across the street, quietly goggling the woman waiting for him on the front step. She isn't very tall, though the high heels help a ton with that. She smiles back at him. It's a pretty smile, her lips a sparkly glossy pink. Is she as nervous as he is? She's rocking back and forth on her toes, and he can't help but follow every movement.

Sandy blonde-brown hair. She kept it tied back in a bun. Does he know her? She looks sort of familiar, but this silent revelation doesn't stop the panicked heartbeat bouncing up and down inside his chest.

Help…

Maybe he's seen her face smeared across the newspapers or thrown across the TV screens. Is he about to be robbed blind in his own home? Does this woman have some sort of knock-out gas in that briefcase? He tightens his fingers on the door frame, saying nothing, until his wife's careful, loving hands grip onto his shoulder and pull him aside. Like a slug, he oozes at her command.

"Clarissa!" Miah - his beautiful, smiling Miah - pushes the door a little more open. "Please come in. Milo, you remember Mrs. Argent, our case manager with the foster system."

Milo peers at the sandy-haired woman again. Clarissa Argent, our case manager with the foster system. Yes. Yes, he does know her, though he's grateful for the set-up. He's struggled with memory problems all his life and Miah always grants him context like this when introducing someone he might not recall. Name. Job title. Location. Easy peasy.

Yes. He remembers. Her name's been on the calendar since yesterday, and he's been counting his heartbeats all this time. Clarissa Argent has eyes as silver as her surname, and she smiles up at Milo and switches her briefcase to her left hand. She extends the right for a shake. Milo blinks back at her, then uses two fingers to carefully adjust his glasses on his nose.

Clarissa. Case manager. Foster care.

"Would you like to come in?" he asks. His voice trembles when he says it, but neither Clarissa nor Miah mind at all. He grasps Clarissa's hand and gives it a shake. Sweat drips down his palm and smears across the creases of her fingers. He winces, but Clarissa's smile never wavers.

"Thank you so much for letting me visit. I wanted to get right down to it."

"Have a cookie," Miah offers, waving her into the living room. Milo stands blankly by the door, watching them go, until Miah glances back at him and gently motions for him to shut it so the snowflakes stay firmly outdoors. Right. He pushes it shut and locks it out of habit. He always locks the door when he's inside. Fair City is teeming with wild villains who could snap a lock like this in seconds, but it eases the anxiety very, very faintly anyway. Milo keeps his forehead to the door for three seconds, clicking through his memories and trying to remember why they're meeting with Clarissa.

Something's wrong… Help, help…

The girls are already chatting in the living room. Miah just redecorated in October, freshening up the place with a much more modern look. Clarissa hasn't visited since last April, so she's astonished by the changes and has to comment on every one of them. They even replaced the bulging, waterstained wood with nicer carpet.

Help…

Why is she here? This breaks the routine. Milo curls his fingers against the white door, blinking over and over as the world sways beneath his feet. Usually when there's a kid who needs a place to crash for the weekend, they get phone calls. Half the time, they aren't even "real" foster kids- just kids who temporarily lost track of their parents in some sort of villainous mishap like a cheesy tidal wave, a thunderstorm of bread slices, or a giant robot crushing the subway lines.

He's been there. Milo remembers all too painfully the chaos of his own youth, stranded and shocked in the road in the middle of a rainstorm while his house crumbled beneath the weight of potatoes before his very eyes. He'd been home alone after school. He was only eight. He's held a lot of shivering kids in his lap, rocking them back and forth while they watch something happier on the TV than the news. Even if he's fidgety, desperate to stay up to date with this crazy world they live in, and he can't resist flipping through the channels once he's safe inside his own bedroom.

Help…

Clarissa's personal visit does not take his anxiety down. But she's here, with Miah, and there are chocolate chip cookies waiting in the other room. And somewhere out there, one file folder away, is a kid who needs more help than he does. Milo inhales through his nostrils, counts to six, and exhales between his teeth. Though still uneasy, he peels himself from the door and trudges down the hall to join the two women in the living room.

Okay.

You have to take a step down from the hardwood floor to venture into the new living room. Milo does so, keeping his hand braced on the short handrail as he moves. He blinks at the bright lights, blinks at the snowflakes twirling on the other side of the open blinds, and blinks at Miah as she scoots closer to the pillows to make room for him beside her on the gray couch. Pleasantries are exchanged. Small talk. Milo, fidgeting, zones out for part of it, until he hears Clarissa shift the topic to the kid in question.

"He does need a close eye on him. Someone experienced with home security, who won't let him jump down from second-story windows. That's why I wanted to ask you in person. He's a very sharp-minded boy, Mr. and Mrs. M. Pirakell. Very kindhearted."

Milo glances at Miah. She glances right back at him. "But…?" she prompts the case worker.

"Just… extremely independent." Clarissa drums her fingers against the top of her briefcase. "He's a loner. Very detached in conversation, struggling to pick up on social cues. He shows very little interest in anything beyond math, science, and music. Oh, and cross stitch. We're worried that the neighborhood kids he's currently around are bullying him in secret. He keeps slipping out through the windows and coming home an hour later covered in bruises. We were hoping to place him in a home where we can trust he'll be closely supervised, and the Pirakells are always the first to come to mind."

Of course they are. It's who they are. It's what they do. Milo stares at his toes, his heart plummeting towards the floor, even as the Narrator lets out a soft, breathy sigh above him. It's relief and amusement and gratitude all rolled into one, though nobody acknowledges it and the Narrator says nothing else. Miah glances uncertainly at Milo, then carefully speaks on behalf of them both.

"Clarissa… is this kid charmed? Is that why you're here to visit us in person?"

Charmed.

Silence.

"Well, yes."

Help…

"Didn't…" Milo fiddles for a moment with his wedding ring. "Um, didn't we put in our file that we might not be a good fit for charmed children right now?"

Clarissa rocks back and forth in subtle hesitation. Her long fingernails, painted turquoise, tighten in the ruffles of her black skirt. We did, Milo reflects, but says nothing as Clarissa drops her gaze to the file in her lap again.

"I saw you made that request, but… we're still facing a shortage of families, especially with the holidays. He's really struggling to get along at the group home. The staff suspects he and one of the other boys got in a fight just yesterday. If you reject the placement then I'll understand, but I at least wanted to meet with you in person so we could discuss any questions openly and face to face. His status is a little odd."

Help, help…

Miah slips her hand in Milo's then, tightening her fingers around his own. And he's grounded for a moment, firmly planted on the soft gray couch. No one's wailing for him. There are no invisible children on the floor.

There are lots of things he should probably ask. If the kid has siblings who have also been pulled into foster care. If any extended family members are known. If the kid will be transferring schools. If there are special food needs to keep in mind. If he has any appointments with doctors, dentists, sports teams, or music recitals just around the corner. If he likes to walk. Milo does a lot of walking, though Miah prefers long drives along the coast. What's the child's cultural background? Did he have a nice holiday? Are there parental visitations planned? If he and Miah say yes, will the child arrive tonight, and if so, has he had a chaotic morning? All these questions are things he can, and should, probably ask first.

But he doesn't.

Because his heart is pounding and his fingers look like dancing worms.

"Well…" Milo draws in a long, careful breath. He slowly releases it again, lowering his chin to his chest along with it. It does help him focus, but it doesn't calm the rapid kicking in his heart. "Okay, then. If he's charmed, what, uh, range of powers does he have? L-let's put that in the open first, before we talk about anything else."

There. He feels guilty just for saying it. He can feel the Narrator's wispy silence like the breath of a ghost above his head. It makes the hairs behind his neck stand on end. Milo bites his lip, squeezing Miah's hand, and she squeezes back in gentle reassurance. Maybe it's not an unfair question. Even though it nibbles at his skin.

But it's important. It might make a difference. He can't do invisibility again. He can't.

The lines around Clarissa's eyes crinkle with relief. She pulls her briefcase on her lap and clicks it open. Idly, Milo glances at the numbers on the combination when she tilts back the lid. Then he hates himself. Clarissa picks up a manila file folder and passes it over to Miah. "Yes, we've been looking into that… He's been staying in the group home over the holidays. So many families are out of town right now. I promise, I wouldn't come to you about this if I felt there was anything extreme in his file. He only has two powers that we know of. His skin will rapidly repair any open wound… and he can fly."

[ Cnt'd on FFN / AO3 - Links at top ]

#WordGirl #Kid Math #Factor It In #Satirical vocab alien child show #Grammar queen #Arithmetic Lad #ridwriting #apparently art #Exposition Guy #LexiHexa duo #Finally 2018 me will be at peace #fic announcement

[nikonautic]

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hello there! im niko (pronouns in bio) and im a hobbyist artist who loves to design characters (*´･∀･)

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☆ i dont really have a dni, i just dont want hateful/rude people and those who ship anything illegal to interact w/me + i might block you if i dont like the vibe youre giving, but thats a rare case

☆ if you want to just see my art on this blog search the tag #my art

☆ if you want to see oc content, search the tag #nikonauticocs + i have tags for separate characters and series! search the full name of an oc if you want to see content of them:

#till death do us part: #alexei niko fedorov, #rodion smirnoff, #florian chmielewski, #ludwik lewis, #margo hughes*, #sam murphy*, #heikichi saruwatari*, #louis ludwik II*

#dream catcher: #lucia iris stavridi, #sophie hawkins, #rachel inéz anderson, #angelo colletti, #stella santoro, #polaris santoro, #morpheus, #ikelos/phobetor, #phantasos

#buttoneye: #charlie finch, #roy campbell, #teddy, #patchy

#act the goat: #starlight, #sunflower, #thunderbolt, #snowflake

#timeless soirée: #madeleine rieux-laurent/moxie, #bennett beaulieu

#call of the sea: #milo klaus kyllönen, #nikita horáček

cookie run oc: #baklava cookie, #daisy cookie, #green tea cookie, #butterfly monarch cookie, #banana split cookie, #sour tubes cookie, #pink jasmine cookie, #velvet cake roll cookie, #candy ball cookie, #mocha cookie, #hazelnut cookie, #red licorice cookie, #pierogi cookie

mlp oc: #cloudy prism, #starlight lullaby, #lovely stitches

other: #sailor niko (mascot)

*these ocs belong to my friends, but exist as my versions of them in the series (any art of them will be shown to the owners)

☆ and last of all, my other socials are:

nikonautic (instagram)

NikoNautic (spotify)

nikonautic (discord)

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#meet the artist #artist intro

[terrovaniadorm]

Not sure if I already asked this but!

∅ For Gwen and Max, Alice and Konstantin, and methinks Ellis and Milo! (very evil intentions)

Sorry if that’s too many pookie😈

OFC BESTIEE

Max always admired Gwen for many reasons, she's gentle like a snowflake...She's calm, a good company. He has no courage talk with her but he enjoys her presence and the fact she not scared of him.

Even from the first time they met Konstantin was enamored with Alice, a beautiful, charismatic, elegant, talented woman! How can he not admire such a person? He's always trying to get close with her, would it be with their shared vampirism or love for playing organ.

Milo is always scared to go out of his comfort zone but seeing Ellis just... Be herself got him curious, he doesn't really know her but she seems like the type of person who brings out the best in others, a funny girl... He'd like to talk...

#Thanks for the ask! #SORRY I TOOK LONG BESTIE BUT I GOT YOU #I went for a first impressions approach hehe #Anyways enjoy it pookie #Twst oc #Maxwell Murray #Konstantin Van Ville #Milo Hyde #Other characters #gwendolyn schnee #Alice Darius #Ellis Clawthrone #Answered

[thicchaco]

19 n 21!!

Cali, my darling <3

19. Who's naughty? Who's nice?

Naughty:

Vega

Regulus

Kody (who will never get anything but coal and these hands)

David (did too much work w/o taking a break and now is on Angel's naughty list)

Sweetheart (similar reasons to David but on Milo's list)

Freelancer

Christian

Vincent

Sam AND Darlin together(you can't change my mind)

Nice:

Lasko (he is on Gavin's naughty list, but it's like a FUN naughty list)

Milo

Asher (he's been a very good boy this year)

Huxley (the goodest boy)

Gavin

Caelum

Guy

21. Who sticks their tongue out to catch snowflakes? Who makes snow angels? Who gets their tongue stuck to a metal pole?

Tongue stuck to the pole:

Caelum, my darling boy

Freelancer right after to make him feel better

Asher, on a dare

Christian, on the same dare

Guy

Catch snowflakes:

Caelum

Milo

Huxley

Lasko

Vincent

Snow angels:

David was dragged into by Asher and Angel

Asher

Gavin

Sam, not that he would ever speak of it

Caelum loves snow fight me

Huxley

BONUS! Snowball fight:

Entire Shaw pack + mates. Chaos the likes of this may never be seen again

Except the fact that somehow the vampires do it bigger, better, and somehow richer despite the fact that it's snow. Alexis has a massive snow fort and is absolutely destroying Vincent and Lovely until William bowls her over with a massive snowball.

Thank you darling <3

#redacted #redactedasmr #ask games!

[popculturebuffet]

Pirate Month Patreon: Our Flag Means Death: "Pilot" Review (Patreon Review for Emma Fici)

Yo ho all you happy people! Pirate Month continues.. somehow. With some. The last few weeks have been rough seas, but pirate month sails on. And ironically, into the waters of HBO Max

Yeah after my shockingly popular rant last week, seriously any of you following or coming in from that or just in general

It's great to have you. But yes we're back to the dumpster fire that was once one of the proudest and best streaming services around but is now a self canablizing nightmare that won't go away. I've went from hoping any adaptation went here to hoping many flee in terror and praying some still actually get made. You used to hear me constantly singling disney out for their idiocy

But this somehow tops most of what they've ever done. These shows MIGHT return or someone else might be able to save the company, but for now we're just stuck praying anything we care about dosen't get cannonballed into oblivion and left where it's avaliablity is tenious at best. So why am I reviewing something from the network at the worst possible moment? Simple.. this was planned before. Emma has a busy schedule, so she tends to pick her patreons late unless I ask early, and being a forgetful sort, I can tend to. She's GOOD at it, with her picks having had me review incest civil war laser tag, badly animated sci fi nonsense and this glory

So it was only pure Parker Luck that HBO Max decided to canablize their animation for profit the same week I was set to cover this. But I realized something important: With access uncertain, with HBO max striking randomly and insanely, and with no safe harbor... I have to get off my ass and watch stuff that may be destroyed as soon as the next season is out, and as we've seen with Summer Camp Island it can happen BEFORE too, instead of waiting. Sure this project having a high profile creator attached, being a very high profile queer work , and having a huge fanbase MIGHT be a enough.. but given Logic and tact haven't really entered into this current dumbfuckery, it's best to see the series and review an episode NOW rather than wait and loose it in a tax writeoff next year after season 2.

So several paragraphs and f-you's later, we arrive at our real destination: Our Flag Means Death. And this really has been one i've been meaning to check out for some time: It's produced by Taika Watiti, whose lately become one of my faviorite creators: He's director of the all time cinematic classics What We Do In The Shadows and JoJo rabbit and the fun as hell Thor films Ragnarok and Love and Thunder, and created the excellent What We Do In The Shadows tv show, which is also on the pile. Feel free to boo I know I am, i'm missing peak Matt Berry by being behind on it, as well as producing another show i've heard nothing but good things about, Reservation Dogs. The guy is a genius so while he isn't writer or director here, and his character Blackbeard isn't in this pilot, he clearly picks projects he puts his name on very carefully and if he's remotely involved with something, it's usually a good sign it's awesome. Add in Rhys Dharby who I first fell in love with on flight of the conchords as Murray...

And while he could've easily stopped with this cult classic I also need to watch (I mostly followe dit via music videos when it was airing and haven't watched it despite having easy access since max launched because i'm stupid and forget it's there), he has since made a sizeable name for him as a voice actor. Seriously while he mostly plays smaller parts he's popped up in TONS of shows since the late 2010's, from Milo Murphy's Law, RIP, to Rise of the TMNT , also RIP, to shows that aren't dead probably. He's played warthogs, snowflakes, gay hypo's, evil pistachios and more but really hasn't as far as I can tell been a leading man in anything. He was important to FOTC, but this seems like the first time the guy has REALLY been let loose and thus that was a huge draw for me.

And i'm happy to say that even before it hits it's peak and becomes a gay love story involving blackbeard, something I didn't know I needed and can't wait to hit as I watch more episodes, Our Flag Means death is an instant classic from the pirate and has finally given Rhys the meaty starring role he's always been capable of. The show is everything I hoped for.

While most of you reading this are likely fans of the show already, a quick refresher for those who aren't as familiar, i.e. Emma most likely: Our Flag Means Death follows Stede Bonnet, based on the real life pirate I know nothing about of the same name, a posh aristocrat who fled his old life to become a pirate, and is trying to clean up piracy a bit: He pays his men wether their succesful or not, and built his ship, the awesomely named The Revenge, with a sauna, rec area, and a personal library he'd be glad to lend out to the crew if any of them besides his assitant, the equally posh Lucius, played by Nathan Foad. Like a large chunk of the cast, i've never heard of him but like said chunk, he's excellent so it really dosen't matter. Steed does compensate by reading the pirates a story every night, as of the pilot Pinnochio. He's essentially trying to run this pirate ship like a modern work place, basically if Micheal Scott and Leslie Knope got combined in some horrible teleporter accident and became a pirate, having the bad need to be loved and have a family and be liked as the other, but like the latter having some compietence, optiism and good intentions, just being too naive to realize how hard ti's going to be to get these through.

Unlike other work coms though, the crew can actually kill their boss if he annoys them too much and the pilot centers around that, with the crew preparing a mutiny, with the only ones not being on board as much being Oluwande, played by Samson Kayo, a kind sort whose fond of the captain even if he's not the best and Jim, a seeming mute great with knives played by Vico Ortiz.. who turns out to be nonbinary. Which is good for me I got spoiled on that as it means I won't get any prounounds long. Though none of the crew is bad, it's just how change is: the rest simply can't accept that stede's way of doing things is PROBABLY better and he just needs to grow into the position, with Oluwande being the only one aware that not only is this much better.. but that it's so rare it' sbest to enjoy it while he lasts. Hey I said he appriacates the captain, I didn't say he was in denial about Stede's odds of survivial. Leading the mutiny is the lisping Black Pete (Matthew Maher) , a wannabe tough guy who claims to have been on blackbeards boat and won't shut up about it and the Jerry from Parks and Rec looking Kristian Nairin as Wee John, a giant who wants to burn things. Naturally I love him.

So to offset the mutiny after several small insignifigant raids, Stede targets the biggest/only ship they can see and with Buttons conformation the crew gets ready to have a bloody good time gettin good and bloody.. but Stede has a full on Panic Attack as we flash back to his past. And this is where the show really got me. See I throughly enjoyed it and was on board to this point, the jokes were that kind of goofy creative type of humor I enjoy from Stede telling everyone to "look scary' to the crew only not killing him at the moment because he's one of the only two people who can read, the only one who can do the voices and they want to know how Pinocchio ends, and Stede deciding the best way to help with disatsifaction at first is a flag design contest. It's truly my kind of show.

But what takes it from really good to great is making stede far more complex than he appears. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind a work just being a goofy comedy. That's fine by me and Producer Watiti did wonders with that with What We Do In The Shadows, which had moments of pathos but was mostly just the story of a bunch of goofy vampires in new zeland and their dark bidding on the interent.

So series creator and showrunner David Jenkins could've kept at that and i'd of been fine.. but he took it one step further without undercutting the wacky tone entirely, which can be tricky but he pulls off well. From here we start seeing pieces of Stede's old life.. and it was miserable. The first flashback here has a butcher working for the family slaughter an animal in front of the kid, tell him not to look away then mock him for being soft.

Which is thinly coded as people bullying him for coming off gay. Spoilers, Stede turns out to be VERY gay., but it's always a dickish thing to do to bully someone for being diffrent and to be a homophobic twitsandwitch.

But we see through later flashbacks in teh ep Stede never fit in: He was bullied at school, chased, called slurs and then had his hands tied to oars and forced to row and at home there was literal distance between him and his family... no seriously he sat at one end while his family sat at the other

Stede was an outsider in his own home, his own LIFE, never accepted by anyone it seemed (other episodes may prove this wrong) and even now trying to find a new family, he's not really accepted. While the metaphor there given Stede is also a gay man and a not tradtionally masculine man, is subtle a knife to the eye, it still works because it dosen't overshadow the story but plays into it. Stede is not conventional.. yet he's a good man and while he may not be a good pirate YET his ideas aren't bad and he has his heart in the right place. I mean until someone cuts it out and holds it up as a trophy but for now he's trying to do the right thing he's just out of his depth. BUt he had no real other options: He coudln't get a divorce, given the century, his family , both immedite and other clearly never got him.. leaving to be a pirate, to try ANYTHING else is better than dying on the inside. He also uses the money he came from well: He gives his men a good wage, a tidy ship, and plenty of supplies. Odds are it'll run out.. but he's trying to do something better and more rich people coudl take a note from this fictional gay pirate and try and be better instead of hoarding wealth or cutting people's lifes works from a platform for 2.50 and an expired free pizza cupon.

Turns out though the ship.. is a HEAVILY armed royal naval warship and our heroes only don't die horribly because the Captain, Nigel Badmitton, a gloriously pompus name, is one of Stede's old bullies and thus dosen't buy the rumors that Stede is a pirate and Stede is able to quickly hide the crew as fellow aristocrats and servants.

The meal though is .. uncomfortable. Not only are the pirates naturally not really happy in the roll of high society snobs, but Badmittons crew are a bunch of racist twits who are unplesant to be around, and Badmittion himself a snobby bully who fondly recalls that incident with the oars I mentioned while the rest of the crew slowly get that "Okay this guy is a dumbass but he's OUR dumbass. " Things naturally break down once Stede is forced to humor badmittion and after one joke too many and Badmittion LAUGHIGN at the idea he could be a pirate, Stede tries braining him with a move Oluwande taught him.. and accidently makes the guy fall on his saber and into his eye

While the rest of the crew has a nice bloody massacre of most of Badmittions men after one's a racist to Oluwande starting with jim throwing a knife through a hand. While we don't see it, by the time Stede gets back to them only two are left alive and he's panicking over the corpse, not ready to have really killed someone, and only accepting it because Oluwande helps him, knowing that admitting to killing the guy will help the crew respect Stede.. which it does. Stede cements he can be badass for more than just accidedental murders by giving the one person they send back the same punishment his now dead captain gave Stede, showing that while Stede is out of his element, has clear trauma and may not be happy killin, which is a fair choice.. he's still got what it takes and thus his crew decides he can live for now. Also Jim's not a man OOOOO ALREADY SPOILED IT, and we end on a really nice bit: it being clear no matter how bad it was stede misses his family and treis to convince himself he's got a new one.. and him reading the crew pinoccio. Never has Rhys Darby reading a bunch of grown men to sleep been so touching.

So yeah Our Flag Means Death, at least the pilot is fucking fantastic. I don't know why the creators previous show failed: this one has style, humor and suprising tragedy, and excells at what it's producer does well: taking a mildly goofy but cool genre and poking fun at it while taking it JUST seriously enough to ground it. Our Flag Means Death is everything I hoped for and more and I highlyr ecommend watching it before it possibly burns. These are uncertain times.. but with Rhys Darby as a gay pirate... they might have some good times hidden in them too.

#hbo max #warner bros discovery #rhys darby #our flag means death #david jenkins #stede bonnet #Youtube

[dadadads-world]

Jesper and Milo ✨icons✨. Originally I was going to make this a Christmas drawing (hence the snowflakes on Jespers vest) but I though Milo looked better in a top hat then a Santa hat.

#jesper my beloved #sankt milo #grisha verse #six of crows fanart #I love milo

[autisticempathydaemon]

2, 12, & 21? :-)

Who enjoys winter? Who despises it?

I think Lasko really enjoys winter, Ivan too! They enjoy the chill and the snow and the winter magic.

In contrast, Milo and Aaron strike me as super sensitive to the cold, like being all shivering makes them jittery and anxious.

Who wants ice cream no matter how cold it is outside?

Lasko. Is it because he’s the only who’s ever mentioned ice cream? Possibly, but he’s also a cutie, and ice cream makes him happy, and I just want to give him all the ice cream in the world I love him so much-

Who sticks their tongue out to catch snowflakes? Who makes snow angels? Who gets their tongue stuck to a metal pole?

Angel and Bäbe hold hands and stick their tongues out for snowflakes, because they’re best friends, and I love them.

Lovely adores snow angels, even more so now that they can’t feel the cold.

Asher and Christian have both gotten their tongues stuck, because they’re both doofuses and one dared the other that that only happened in movies 💖

#asks

[its-just-milo]

About Milo

Guilty or Innocent

rules  :     you can only say “guilty” or “innocent”. you are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages or asks you. repost, don’t reblog!

Asked  someone  to  marry  you? INNOCENT   Kissed  one  of  your  friends? GUILTY Danced  on  a  table  in  a  bar? GUILTY Ever  told  a  lie? GUILTY Had  feelings  for  someone you  can’t  have? INNOCENT Ever  kissed  someone  of  the same  sex? GUILTY Kissed  a  picture? INNOCENT Slept  until  5pm? GUILTY Fallen  asleep  at  work? GUILTY Held  a  snake? GUILTY Been  suspended  from  school? GUILTY Worked  at  a  fast  food  chain / restaurant? INNOCENT Stolen  something? INNOCENT Been  fired  from  a  job? GUILTY Done  something  you  regret? INNOCENT Laughed  until  something  you  were  drinking  came  out  of  your  nose? INNOCENT Caught  a  snowflake  on  your  tongue? INNOCENT Kissed  in  the  rain? GUILTY Sat  on  a  roof  top? GUILTY Kissed  someone  you  shouldn’t have? GUILTY Sang  in  the  shower? GUILTY Been  pushed  into  a  body of water  with  all  your  clothes  on? GUILTY Shaved  your  head? INNOCENT Slept  naked? GUILTY Made  a  boyfriend / girlfriend  cry?  GUILTY Shot  a  gun? GUILTY Still  loved  someone  you  shouldn’t? INNOCENT Have / had  a  tattoo? INNOCENT Liked  someone,  but  will  never  tell  who? INNOCENT Been  too  honest? GUILTY Ruined  a  surprise? INNOCENT Been  told  that  you’re  beautiful/cute/handsome  by  someone  who  totally  meant  what  they  said? GUILTY Stalked  someone? INNOCENT Thoughts  about  murder? INNOCENT Still  have  communication  w/  your  ex? INNOCENT How  about  mass  murder? INNOCENT Cheated  on  someone? GUILTY Gotten so  angry  that  you  cried? INNOCENT Tried  to  stay  away  from  someone  for  their  own  good? GUILTY Thoughts  about  suicide? INNOCENT Had  a  girlfriend / boyfriend? GUILTY Gotten  totally  drunk  during  a  holiday? GUILTY

#about milo #don't reblog - repost instead for your own muse

[heroismisdeadfinally]

Can I mention real quick NB representation sucks so much and I'm glad I don't support their rights outside of entertainment this is not a hate speech towards them other than the eilite associated in the toxic community luxander is such a they it 🐍 and troll their videos are such poor quality repsonces even with that slut Dylan chick big warning towards all the NB and trans folks out there actively online avoid these political commentary douches like Jessie gender cops hate moe and Milo stewart their such hideous influences to kids I gotta say come anywear near me mention one word of these kinda people or else you better fuck off away from me immediately secretly the death of community is a blessing cause 100% of Gen z already accepts being alone happy away from people not being put into a box with other people if ya support influencers who hate non snowflake allies or exclude people of color or with disability from the trans NB genderfluid agenda get the fuck away from me as many miles you can I'm sorry but goverment and political parties ain't our friends zoomers and alphas👎🤢🤢🤢🤢

#80s queer music stars or demi lovato feels more non binary and kind to actual NB normies with shallow ass fake smiles disgusting!

#Youtube

[yukina-is-egg]

Chapter 2 - Meetings

A day after the attack on every capital, a meeting was called. The leaders of the largest 6 kingdoms were to meet and figure out what was going on with those monsters that appeared.

Kyuubi/Kitsune Kingdom 7:20 AM

"I guess I'll make sure everyone is here." Frost yawned, his short white hair a mess from his chaotic morning. His usual cold themed kimono replaced with snowflake patterened pajamas. Yet his katana stayed at his waist, the blade dragging against the floor as he made his way to a wooden podium in front of the round table.

"Daisy?"

"Over here~" The druid queen offered a wave towards the podium, her legs kicked up onto the table. Her blonde hair draped over shoulders, and a tattoo of armor could be seen on her left arm.

"Clover?"

"Here." The druid royal guardsmen stood behind the queen, leaning on her claymore. A full suit of armor hiding all features but her voice.

"Milo- I mean Melody?" The tired Kyuubi let out a nervous chuckle.

"Over here, Frost." The kyuubi queen stretched as she sat up. "And I'm your sister, no need for the formalities." She gave her pink hair a pat, trying to keep it presentable. Her black pantsuit was wrinkled. It would seem the Queen and General had both woken up late this fine morning.

"Faye?"

"Here." The draconian queen nodded towards the kyuubi. 4 draconic horns dawned her head like a crown. Grey scales coated her neck. "Before you ask, my guard had work to attend to this morning."

Frost gave her a nod before continuing down the list. "Nikola?"

The human queen simply offered a grunt and a nod of her head. An eyepatch covered her left eye, and a visible scar could be seen under the patch. She wore a camo military uniform with a pistol visible on a shoulder strap.

"Tech? Or do you prefer Vlad these days?" Frost looked over to the labcoat wearing blonde human. Who was stood behind the queen.

"I prefer Tech." He said, barely holding back a yawn.

"Noted. Shadow?"

"Yo!" The cloaked figure waved towards Frost. She went to continue speaking, but as she opened her mouth..

"Since when have we allowed those... creatures." Daisy glared at Shadow.

"I have a name." Shadow turned her head towards the druid, returning the glare with one of her own.

"Oh? Sorry, I don't give names to monste-"

Shadow appeared inches away from Daisy, her dagger already swinging towards the queen's neck. Only to he stopped by Clover's claymore. Sparks beginning to fly as Shadow leaned her face towards the druid queen.

"Finish that sentence, and I'll happily separate your head from your neck." She growled before reappearing behind Nikola. Who's expression hadn't changed from the start of the confrontation.

"Ha! I'd love to see it, but let's try not to bloody the meeting room again." Daisy snickered to herself. Leaning back in her chair as she did so.

"Ahem! Anyways. Sally?"

"Huh- oh! I'm here!!" The north fenrir queen was busy eating a bowl of popcorn to the sight of the fight that was brewing just a moment ago. "So uh.. i brought snacks?"

Frost tried his best to hide a chuckle from Sally's antics as he went to continue the roll call. "Cain?"

"Here." The south fenrir king sat up in his seat, his face already telling he wanted to get this meeting done and over with.

"And finally, Flame." He waved towards the fenrir guardsmen.

"Sup." Flame let out a yawn, trying to hide her own amusement of Sally's antics. Secretly giving a nod to her ex-husband to meet her after work to talk.

Frost returned the nod. "Now, it's time to begin the meeting."

Chapter End

#writeblr #oc questions #writerblr #short story