#OK good night happy cowboy hole to everyone and to everyone a

[orange-waterfalls]

Reader w/ wings headcanons(Markiplier Alter Egos)

ty @fancybootm​ for the request!

A/N: i just did all of them. every-all-everyone. Except Yandereplier, Silver Shepard, Ed Edgar... maybe others I’m not aware of at the moment... I tried to stick with a certain number of egos, but my hands just... they just kept moving. It is 11:00 pm when im writing this ya boy is TIRED. there are 1.6k words. It seems longer than it is bc bullet points. Bear with me. You can find the egos that you want easily. The reader is gender neutral. i am so sorry if this is not what you meant lol. on the bright side this is a good reference for all the egos i am open to writing for(also maybe others idk) so uh im keeping it enjoy. I’ll say... a T rating for cursing and also a bit of violence but literally like 20 words. mentions of injury. that’s it.

Requests are open!

Y/N(reader) with wings hcs

No one knows what the fuck you are, not even you

Ya got wings. That’s it.

Are you an angel? A faery? A phoenix? Who knows

You woke up one day in a forest remembering nothing

But you had wings

And then you got shot with an arrow

You ran away and hid in a cave

Darkiplier spends most of his time around you studying you

To see what you could possibly be

He still doesn’t know

He’s settled for calling you a “cryptid”

He’s slightly annoyed with the feathers you leave around the manor

He won’t tell you bc you can’t control that and it’d be rude

You read together in his study on occasion

You sit on the floor bc your wings get uncomfortable in chairs

In sympathy, he also sits on the floor

You think it’s sweet

You told him so and he sputtered out a “shut up and read your book”

He’s fairly fond of you

You’re good company to keep around

Wilford was the one who found you

He was walking through the forest, as one does, when he saw GIANT feathers

Naturally, he followed them

He found you in a cave with an arrow in your shoulder

He took you back to the manor and patched you up

He begged Dark to keep you there

He promised not to kill anybody for a month

He made it 15 days, which is a record

He’s very protective of you, not letting you out a lot since uh… hunters

You are his Sweet Little Songbird, light of his life, wind in his sails, 

if anything happens to you he will kill everyone in the manor and then himself

He helps you preen a lot

His hands are very gentle, surprisingly 

He spends the most time with you out of everyone

You play games, talk(well, he talks to you), and just hang out

He loves and adores you with his whole heart

Actor tolerates you, or so he says

He’s jealous of your wings

HE’S supposed to be the mysterious, sexy one!

But ok, yeah, you’re pretty interesting

He uses you in short films sometimes bc… well… wings

There are alot of things you can do with wings, surprisingly

He took you out into town one night

He shoved the wings under a thick jacket

You guys bought some clothes and food

He cut holes in the clothes for your wings, grumbling about a “waste of money” and “you never go out anyway” 

but he enjoyed spending a bit of time with you

Wilford nearly killed him(again) when he found out

He likes venting to you bc you just nod without really listening

As I said, you’re good company

Yancy thinks you’re nice

He felt a bit… threatened at first

Ya got WINGS, of course he’s cautious

But they are very pretty

And he likes to use you in choreography

People always comment on how realistic the wings are as Yancy leads you away

You don’t judge him for killing his parents, he likes that about you

You don’t know. You could’ve done something bad. You don’t remember

He likes cuddling bc you wrap your wings around him and he feels safe

He also helps you preen… sometimes… 

He’s… really bad at it...

You like listening to him sing

He sings you lullabies at night

You’re very close

Illinois is very fascinated with you

He’s convinced you’re a fairy

He’s seen quite a few of those

You tell him you don’t know, and he goes “a LiKeLy StOrY”

He likes drawing you

You’re very angelic

“Oh, maybe an angel then…” He says, like an idiot

He takes you with him on a few adventures to fly him over pits and stuff

He’d never admit it but he has a… THING about heights

It’s called a phobia, you egotistic maniac

You try to help him with it

You never get that far off the ground before he’s screaming to be put down

He appreciates the effort

He gives you things he finds on adventures that are pretty or remind him of you

He infodumps to you about curses, and archaeology, and adventuring, etc.

Magnum is uh… well, he’s Magnum

He figures you’d be useful out at sea

You can find nearby land, ships, or treasure by flying, of course

He didn’t take into account the fact that you don’t really… fly that often.

So it turned into you just stretching your wings instead of looking for loot

Once you fell overboard

Everyone was like “eh, they can fly, it’s fine”

Then they realized that you probably can’t since your wings might be wet

Magnum LEAPED into the fuckin water and THREW you back on

He doesn’t take you on the sea as much anymore

sometimes you talk about life, treasure, love, y'know the usual

He’s very Father Figure-ly

Bim isn’t sure how to feel about you

You are a person. With wings. What’s he supposed to do about that

He’s friends with Wil, so has to tolerate you at least.

He tries to make conversation, but it doesn’t always go as well as it could

You don’t have much to talk about, and some of his topics worry you

Mostly you two just kinda… exist in the same general area

Sometimes he’ll discuss what he should do on his show

You don’t have many ideas

But you’ve gotten an idea of what it is, and sometimes give a suggestion or two

He appreciates you for that

He tried to get you on the show once but Wilford refused

You kinda wanted to, but whatever

You’ll hang out sometimes too

He’s very entertaining, he has to be

Eric is kind of scared

Not that you’ll hurt him, that he’ll hurt you

That happens a lot to people he likes…

He eventually starts hanging out around you

You don’t ask bad questions, and you distract him from his dad

He talks about animals with you a lot, and how he wanted a farm

You bought a cowboy hat and gave it to him and he cried

You also gave him a stuffed cow one day

He hugged you for a long time

You two cuddle a lot bc the boy needs SAFETY and SECURITY

You wuv each other(platonically or otherwise)

Dr. Iplier doesn’t bother you, mostly

He appreciates that you keep to yourself

He has his work, that’s what he’s focused on

Sometimes he’ll see you when you try to find Wilford or get some food

He tries to get a good look at you without looking suspicious

It doesn’t work, he always falls over

He once gave you a “physical”

It was mostly to just figure out what you were

You seemed mostly human based on the results

But goddammit you had WINGS

They had their own function but were sort of like an add-on to your body

He was slightly disappointed you weren’t gonna… turn into a whole bird

You tolerate each other

Google fuckin’ hates you

He’s completely perplexed by you

Which he is never because he is the most intelligent being on the planet

So he assumed he could figure out what you were

Turns out google fucking sucks at figuring out things people don’t already know

So he hates you. Like a lot

He’s tried to kill you multiple times

But his objective is to destroy MANKIND

You are not included in that

BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE!!!

Also Wilford almost killed him for it

So yeah he just kinda hates you

You’ve tried to get along with him but he just wouldn’t

He finally talked to you when Bing called him a little bitch

Still hates you, but can tolerate your existence now

Bing fuckin’ adores you

You are just wonderful to him

You can FLY??!! You have WINGS???!!!!!

You don’t really care that he is an artificial BEING????!!!!!!!!

You’re perfect

He does Sick Tricks™ to try to impress you

They never do

You appreciate the effort

You don’t see him a lot, but when you to it’s very entertaining

He taught you how to skateboard

You kinda sucked but he’s very supportive

He likes just hanging around you

It’s the only time he ever chills the fuck out

Everyone’s thankful to you for that

Your entire dynamic is “what if... i put... my minecraft bed... next to yours? haha just kidding... unless?”

The Host doesn’t really care about the wings??

I mean, he can’t see them, so… what’s the big deal

You appreciate that

He still does the uh… narration thing… with real people…

The stories end better now

You convinced him to make the stories end better

You sat with him to make SURE the stories end better

He also started writing novels recently

You help with plot and character development

He appreciates that

The Jims… don’t really care about you

I mean you’re interesting, of course

But they physically Cannot get a clear picture of you

Even if you agree to sit still, it just doesn’t happen

It is always, ALWAYS blurry

They eventually give up and leave you alone

They do spend a bit of time with you

You help them with demon episodes sometimes

You don’t do much, but they like the emotional support

King of the Squirrels is… well, he’s him

He doesn’t… he doesn’t do much

He hangs out with his squirrels. That’s pretty much it.

You just started hanging out with him one day

He didn’t mind

You two feed the squirrels while sitting by a tree

He lets you wear his crown sometimes

He draws his squirrels, and lets you see the pictures

He teaches you how to draw them

You two don’t talk, really

You just sit. And hang out.

He doesn’t really smile, but you can tell when he’s happy with you

#markiplier egos x reader #markiplier egos #king of the squirrels x reader #the jims x reader #the host x reader #bingiplier x reader #googleplier x reader #eric derekson x reader #bim trimmer x reader #captain magnum x reader #illinois x reader #yancy x reader #actor!mark x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #darkiplier x reader #x reader #headcanons #x y/n #x you #x gender neutral reader #FUCKING CHRIST that was a lot to type out

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

Flip as Barry Gib for Halloween... your thoughts?

A/N: @maybe-your-left thoughts? I have several... since you’ve asked. I hope ya like it, Kitten 😉. BTW for those who don’t know who Barry Gib is: Lead singer of the Bee-Gees and the song Stayin’ Alive is their most popular hit of the 70′s. 

Warnings: Sub/Dom slurs, Alpha mentions, creampies, cum eating, slight choking, tit slapping, purple nurples (yes I used a Chowder reference thank you), smut in general, Flip is a total Dom, we are total switch, it’s all disco to me baby, playful married banter, slight fluff at the end 

“You want me to what?” Flip scratched his goatee as you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup for the evening. 

“You’re gonna wear these platforms and costume to the party with me,” you popped your lip gloss together, scraping the sides so your lips looked extra shiny and pouted. 

“Platforms?” he chuckled at the thought of it, “sweetheart, I ain’t wearin’ these,” he lifted the white boots to examine their contents as if drugs would fall out of them at any moment. 

“Ummm,” you carefully placed your lash on your right eye, “yes, you are babe,” smoothing it out so it lined up naturally with your other lashes. 

“And why the fuck would I do that, honey,” he dropped them on the floor, lighting a cigarette to keep himself from grouching even more than he already was. 

“Because if you want ANY of this,” you gestured to your bread and butter, “then you’ll do it. Also because you love me unconditionally.” 

He snickered again huffing out a plume of smoke, “is that fuckin’ so?” taking huge steps into the shared bathroom, pressing his large figure into your bent-over backside, “last time I checked, baby doll, I was in charge of things around here.” 

Whispering into your ear, causing a shiver to run up your spine, and goosebumps to form all over your body, “well, it’s Halloween, babycakes,” making yourself as tall as possible, turning around and plucking the lit cigarette from his lips and taking a huge drag, “so roles are kinda reversed for the time being,” smirking as you exhaled the plume from your perfect lips.

“You will do it,” ashing out the butt in the sink, “and you WILL like it,” inching into his open lips, leaving a little peck as you noticed the bulge forming in his jeans. 

Snaking your arm around and patting his ass, “now, get ready, we’re gonna be late, cowboy,” you smiled bright, turning back around to survey yourself in the mirror before moving into the bedroom to put the rest of your ensemble on.  

Flip stood in the bathroom, in utter shock at your forwardness, holding in a breath and looking at himself in the mirror. He’d never been talked to so… harshly before. 

He gathered his pride to walk back into the bedroom, watching you hunched over the bed placing the god-awful shoes on your pretty feet. 

Like the good boy, he was, got dressed in everything but the shoes, staring them down as if they’d disappear to which he’d be grateful for. 

“Baby,” you sang into the room, “are ya ready?” jogging into the OK Corral staredown taking place in your master. 

“Honey,” he whined at you, “I-I don’t wanna wear these stupid things,” huffing and puffing at everything about them. 

“Now, what did I say?” as if speaking to a child. He groaned out as he moved to put the disastrous hooves on his large feet, “I know, I know.” 

Rolling his eyes and standing up to a height he never knew he could achieve, “look at my handsome Barry!” pandering and tugging at the necklace hanging into his open-chested shirt. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he pecked your forehead, “let’s get outta here before I change my fuckin’ mind.” 

“Let’s go boogie, babe!” you giddily smiled pulling him out the door, to the truck. 

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The bar was chalked full of ghouls, goblins, witches, and demons as the both of you meandered to fetch some drinks. Flip towered over the crowd in the heels he wore, so getting the attention of the bartender was easier than usual. With drinks in hand, you went to find your group of friends to start the night off. 

“Well, howdy there Zimmermans!” a familiar voice chimed out, “lookin’ groovy Flip!” a chorus of chuckles and whistles followed as the faces came into view. 

“I know doesn’t my husband look so damn handsome,” petting his chest again as he gave you a death stare. 

“Very!” Ron chuckled lowly, sending Flip’s gaze to burn holes into his chest, “watch your fuckin’ mouth, Rookie.”

Grabbing his beer from his grip, “stop it, Phil, he’s only trying to be funny,” placing them on the group table, “let’s go dance for a minute, honey,” pulling his lumbering figure to the disco lights as the last song faded out. 

You both stand there a minute amongst the crowd waiting for the DJ to spin another tune. All of a sudden, the beat to Stayin’ Alive comes on full blast, and you immediately turn towards your lumberjack in an ecstatic holler. He recants with an eye roll and spins you around a few times before the both of you join the rhythm with your hips and grind on each other like teenagers at a party. 

The final chorus fades out, both of you sweaty and all kinds of hot and bothered, turn to each other and lock lips like it was the first time you’d ever kissed. 

Your tongues dancing in and out of one another, teeth clanking on teeth, if there hadn’t been so many people around you’d hear the suctioning and moaning reverberate on the walls. 

“Bathroom. Now,” he pulls off of you, heading towards the destination with you dragging behind like a lost puppy. 

The second lock is turned in the claustrophobic and dimly lit restroom, he’s on you, caging you in like an escaped animal. 

“You think you can get away with talkin’ tough to me,” he snarled into your ear, rubbing your mound as you brace yourself on the sink, “you forgot who I am to you I guess.” 

Hissing in your ear as the tingling in your spine grew to a full blaze, “well I’ll remind you little whore,” inching another large hand to grip onto your tits with as much force as possible, pinching the sensitive nipple until it was almost bleeding. 

You let out a cry in pleasure as he kept pinching, “who am I to you?” growling at your pain, “use your fuckin’ words slut.” 

You winced as he brought the other hand to grip your other tit, doing the same motions in tandem, making your back arch off the porcelain. 

“Y-you’re my alpha!” you screamed as he twisted even harder on the sensitive buds, “that’s fuckin’ right, honey,” reveling in your pain as your lips dropped open in a huge gasp. 

His primal instincts ripped the jumpsuit you had worn to shreds on the bathroom floor, leaving you completely bare to him. 

“You fuckin’ slut,” he tsked pulling his zipper down and releasing his monster cock from his bellbottoms, “wearin’ nothin’ at all underneath that lil’ number huh? That’s strike two.” 

He chuckled, “bend over on the sink, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, everyone is this bar is gonna know who you belong to.” 

You turned around slightly bending over to get your footing with your platforms, going too slow for Flip’s taste. Gripping the back of your neck, forcing you down just enough so he could line his cock up with your wetness that had formed. 

“Naughty lil’ pussy is so eager for me, huh,” he mused, slipping in his angry cock, inching it in as your walls swallowed it like a good little kitty. 

Once he bottomed out, he wrapped one hand on your throat, pulling you flush with him, and the other in a bruising grip on your hip. Thrusting up into you as you moaned on his cock, gripping your tits for support. 

“Look at you,” his lust blown eyes, gazing at your writhing in the mirror, “so fuckin’ eager for my cock.” 

Your eyes opened to view his member pummeling your squelched entrance in the mirror, “fuck, Phil,” beyond words as you watched your man take you in the bathroom. 

“You want me to fill this whore cunt up?” panting between thrusts as they became more erratic watching your movements in the mirror, “make you sit in it the rest of the night?” 

Just then he moved his hands to push away your grip on your tits, massaging them with his own and then slapping the skin as hard as he could, “You’re all mine, Y/N.” 

He returned both hands to your hips as you slightly bent over. The new angle allowing him to pillage your hole with the most fervor he could muster. 

“All. Fuckin’. Mine,” he grunted out causing your walls to flutter, as you neared your climax. He reached his right hand to circle your aching clit, causing a chorus of moans and cries from your perfectly glossed lips. 

“You gonna cum for me, honey?” he sped up his movements, causing the tingling to spread throughout your abdomen. You rolled your eyes as you came hard on his huge cock, gasping his name out in a chant as he coaxed you through it. 

“That’s my good girl,” he mewled as his hand left your center, returning to your hip as he picked up his own pace towards his release. Your walls closing in and out on him sending him into a state of complete ecstasy as he released his spend into you. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he panted out as he dumped the last of his seed into your gaping hole, pulling out to see the leakage seep from your pretty little slit. 

“So full of me,” he scooped the mixture causing you to turn around and face him, opening your mouth in submission. 

“Good girl,” he stuffed his thick fingers into you, watching your lips close and suck on the concoction you’d both made. Pulling them out to watch you swallow the rest of it, patting you bare ass when you’d shown him your empty mouth again. 

“God, I love you,” he pulled you flush to him, kissing the sweat sheened on your skin, smelling your scent. You wrapped your arms around his midsection, “I love you too, honey,” kissing his chest and then his lips as he bent low to meet you. 

“Happy Halloween, Barry,” pushing him off of you in a chuckle and grabbing your jumpsuit from the floor, “we should head back out there. I wanna dance a little bit more, please?” 

“Anything for you honey,” he smiled, helping you zip the suit back on, “as long as you don’t fuckin’ sass me like that again.” 

“Well given the reaming I just got, detective,” you winked, ���I may just act out once more to see what kind of punishment I’ll get when we get home?” 

Raising your eyebrow as you unlocked the door to walk out, “try me, baby girl,” his pupils dilated watching your smirk grow. 

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve,” leading him out to the crowd of ghosts, goblins, and zombies to finish the night off. 

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HOW THE TURNTABLES..... HOPE YOU ALL GOT IN THE HALLOWEEN SPIRIT!

🖤,

ray-nal-beads  

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[scarlettwitcher]

Baby Girl Chapter Four

Summary: Y/n tried to avoid her past with a certain Statesmen but when they’re partnered back up for a mission that could cost millions their lives, Y/n must make the right choice. (This is the Kingsman: The Golden Circle movie basically in writing with reader insert. I recommend watching the movie, it’s amazing! It’s on Amazon Prime Video.)

Characters: Agent Whiskey x Agent Gin(Female Reader), Tequila, Ginger Ale, Eggsy, Merlin, Champ, Harry, mentions of Poppy, Charlie, and Clara

Word Count: 3,306

Warnings: angst, canon typical violence, fluff, cursing, really bad insults

Author’s Note: We are now halfway through this series ladies, gentlemen, and my nonbinary friends. Taglists will be updated soon so if you would like to be tagged for Forevers, Dean Winchester, Marvel, Henry Cavill, or Pedro Pascal, please let me know! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! As always, thank you for reading and feedback is always welcome/needed.

Previously..

You were exhausted after the many sessions you both had and you were asleep, tucked into Whiskey's side. His arm was wrapped protectively around you, holding you tightly against him. You didn't expect this side to him but you loved it. You slowly stirred in your quiet slumber, knowing you had to return to the agency to prepare for anything to appear for the mission. You felt a heavyweight against your hip and you smiled, remembering everything from the night before. You never expected things to go this way but you were happy. You turned in his hold for a little, and watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful, like all the worries that weighed heavy on his shoulders were gone. You loved seeing him like this and you silently vowed to yourself to try and help him feel like that more often. You leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on his lips before deciding to get up for the day. It was going to be a long day and you felt it in your bones.

Now..

Slowly pushing Whiskey's arm off of you, you stood, stretching and wincing. There was a dull ache between your legs and you willed it away. He had gone rough on you, taking you several times, barely any time to breath. He had missed you just as much as you missed him and he showed just how desperate he was for you. You didn't think a man of his age would have that much stamina. You knew there was a huge age gap between the two of you. Big enough to where you could pass as his daughter. But the two of you didn't care. You loved each other and that was enough. Walking over to the mirror to rub any makeup smears away, you stared at your body, seeing all of the bruises, hickeys, and bite marks Whiskey had left on your skin. Ginger was definitely going to give you shit for returning to the agency like this. It didn't help that the bastard left them on every surface that couldn't be covered by your outfit. 

You changed quickly, slipping on your shorts and simple black tank top back on. You found your cowboy boots, sitting on the edge of the bed to put them on. As you pulled the first one onto your foot, you felt a thick arm wrap around your torso, your shoulder being kissed delicately. "Morning baby girl." You hummed as his deep voice was rougher from just waking up. 

"Morning baby." 

"What time is it?" You slipped on your other boot, standing up and turning to face your lover as he sat there sleepily. 

"It's 9:30. We should catch up with Eggsy and head back before Champ has our heads." Whiskey nodded as he kissed the back of your head before getting up, walking around in his naked glory. You couldn't help but stare at him. Even though you spent the night making love to him, seeing him still brought a deep blush to your face. He noticed this and smirked, walking over to pull you into his arms as he kissed you roughly. 

"Still can't get enough of you." You laughed and pushed him back, trying to put a stern face. 

"Stop it. If you keep touching me, we'll never leave this tent." Whiskey chuckled as he shook his head, collecting his clothes that were tossed all around. 

"Who said I wanted to leave when I can have you all to myself?" You bit your lip and you looked at him as he slipped his jeans on, not buttoning them yet, leaving them hanging low on his hips. He knew you were watching him and he thrived under your stare. 

"Soon Jack. This mission will be over and we can have some time to… catch up." Whiskey raised an eyebrow and smirked as he finished getting dressed. You bent down, collecting the rest of your things as Whiskey moved quick, slapping your ass. You squeaked out at the sudden contact, glaring at him. Truth be told, you loved when he spanked you but if he kept teasing you, you really weren't going to leave anytime soon. 

Whiskey behaved himself as you finished getting ready, and you met up with Eggsy at the jet. He gave you a curious look as he stared at your skin. Eggsy wasn't going to question how you got those, Whiskey's smug smile was enough of an indicator. Whiskey smiled cockily, the smug bastard knowing exactly what he did. He laid his claim on you. You flew back to Kentucky and met up with Ginger in her lab. She showed you how the tracker was online and updated you on Tequila's condition. "So, Gin are you going to tell me what happened at Glastonbury?" 

You rubbed the back of your neck before clearing your throat. "I talked to Whiskey and he, uh, well, we caught up." Ginger looked at you concerned but she saw the way your eyes lit up when you talked about Whiskey. She had watched you suffer and she didn't want you to fall down the same hole you did. You placed your hand on her shoulder and you smiled genuinely. "He said he loved me Ginge... You and I both know he wouldn't ever say it unless he meant it." 

Ginger smiled softly, placing her hand on top of yours in reassurance. "Just be careful Gin." 

"I will." You placed a soft kiss on her cheek before walking off towards your sleeping quarters, knowing a restless Whiskey was waiting for you. A few days after arriving, news of the lepidopterist regaining his memory circled around the agency. Eggsy and Merlin were ecstatic, circling the poor man as he came to. You didn't blame them. They had lost everyone and the fact that they had their friend back was good news. You had bonded with the brit during his stay. He taught you many things about butterflies and sometimes when you needed a silent company, you would visit his room and sit with him as he studied his butterflies. Now that he regained his memories, the boys wanted to catch him up.

The five of you decided to go out for a drink, driving down to the closest bar near the agency. You all slid into one booth, Whiskey, you, and Harry on one side and Eggsy and Merlin on the other. Whiskey was taking a sip of his drink as he moved his hand on your thigh just as Eggsy finished catching Harry up. “Now that we've finished the debrief, Harry… Here's a couple of welcome back gifts. First up… a brand-new Kingsman watch. Advanced software, it can hack into anything with a microchip. It is bollocks.” Eggsy held up a fancy looking watch, handing it over to Harry as he looked at it a bit amused, slipping it on.  And Merlin…”

“I made you these.” Merlin placed a glasses case on the table in front of Harry and smiled, as he watched him grab it. Harry opened the case and let out a soft ‘ha’ as he looked down at the glasses. He placed the case down, pulling off his eyepatch leaving the air thick. Eggsy swallowed thickly as he tried to meet Harry’s eyes but was having a hard time, sharing a look of concern with Merlin. You tried to act casual as you leaned further into Whiskey, seeking his warmth. He responded automatically, wrapping his arm around you and placing a kiss on your head.

Harry placed the glasses and looked around the table. “Thank you, Merlin, Eggsy. How do I look?”

“You look…” Eggsy held up the ‘OK’ sign with his fingers as Merlin was going to compliment him but your peace was interrupted. 

“Like some faggot lookin' for an eye fuckin'. Now… why don't you get out of our bar...before I take out your other one?” Everyone looked up at Moonshine with disdain. You, however, looked up in confusion. You had never seen him behave so crass. Moonshine was a fellow agent who didn’t take well to outside visitors, especially other agents. 

“Now, is that any way to welcome visitors from out of town, Moonshine?” You cleared your throat as his eyes landed on you, unashamedly checking you out. Everyone at the table noticed the way he was eyeing you, including an irritated Whiskey. He stiffened next to you and you laid your hand on his thigh, calming him a bit. Moonshine chuckled before focusing his attention back on Harry. 

“Okay. Suck my southern dick...bitch.” 

Harry looked completely taken back as he murmured back respectfully. “Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary. Good day, sir.” Harry grabbed his umbrella and slowly stood, walking past Moonshine towards the entrance of the bar. 

“Well? What are you ladies waitin' for?” You glared Moonshine down as you were about to retort but Harry’s voice echoed throughout the room. 

“Manners…” Harry started to handle every lock on the door with every word. “Maketh…” You raised an eyebrow in his direction, having a feeling of where this was going and you didn’t think it was a good idea. ”Man. Do you know what that means?” Most of the men at the bar had stood, standing defensively with Moonshine. Harry stared them down from a reflective frame on the wall.  “Then let me teach you a lesson.” Everything happened so quick from Harry grabbing the glass cup with his umbrella to unsuccessfully throwing it at Moonshine. The cup flew past his head straight towards you. Whiskey was quick and caught the cup before it hit you. You looked at the cup, to Whiskey, and then to Eggsy and Merlin in concern. You looked back at Harry seeing him a bit disoriented. Whiskey gave Harry an irritated glance at the fact that he almost hurt you. 

“Harry, sugar, maybe you shouldn’t-”

Harry ignored you as he was focused on the men. “Are we going to stand around here all day? Or are we going to-” Before Harry could finish talking, one of the men lunged for him, punching him in the face. Harry went flying into the bar, trying to catch his bearings. Whiskey rubbed his lip with his thumb and watched as the men started to fight with Harry. He was successful in landing a couple of blows into a few but he was easily getting overpowered and losing. One of the men used Harry’s umbrella against him, landing heavy blows to his face. Whiskey had slipped out of the booth, quick using his lasso to pull out Harry from the fight. Harry landed next to the booth as Whiskey started to round up his lasso. 

“Well, pick him up.” He motioned to Eggsy and Merlin. They were quick to grab Harry and help him into another booth. You stood up, next to Whiskey as he spoke. “Now, that is not what I call a Kentucky welcome.” You giggled quietly as the men stared at the both of you in confusion. You tipped your hat back just a bit, watching their confused stares turn into smirks at the sight of you. It made your blood boil. “Manners maketh man, ain’t that right baby?”

“Sure is, sugar. Thing is, I don’t think these men are smart enough to understand. We should translate it for ‘em.”

“You read my mind darlin.” One of the men had deemed you an easier target and he ran after you, screaming as he had his fist out but Whiskey was quicker and he threw his lasso at him, roping him, throwing him against the bar. Another man with a knife ran after Whiskey. He opened the loop of his lasso, jumping through as he tightened it around the man’s wrist, hitting the knife out of his hand with his elbow. He landed a punch before throwing his lasso to grab the flying knife. He caught it effortlessly and you laughed, watching him. 

“Show off.” Whiskey laughed as he whipped his rope in the air with the knife, throwing it towards his next victim, the knife embedded itself into the man’s shoulder. He pulled the man with great force towards the bar. The man hit it hard and his cries of pain mixed in with the others. 

“Only for you baby girl.” You ran towards Moonshine, using your small form to your advantage as he tried to punch you but you avoided every throw like it was second nature. Of course, in your case, it was. You jumped on a nearby table, using it as a force to throw you in Moonshine’s direction as you swing your leg, landing a brutal kick in his face. You landed swiftly on the floor, preparing for the next guy. Whiskey dropped his lasso, pulling out his whip. He lashed it against the floor, filling the room with the loud sounds of it cracking. You stood back and watched as he hit every man with the whip, the men screaming in pain. You bit your lip as you watched him, hating to admit this was turning you on more than it should. Whiskey noticed this and smirked as he took a second to flick the whip in your direction, hitting you in the ass. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt you but it definitely got your attention. 

“H-hey!” Whiskey laughed as he wrapped the whip around one of the men’s necks. 

“This one’s for you pretty lady.” Whiskey used a lot of his strength to fling the man towards you. You smiled widely as the man went flying towards you. You jumped in time to punch him in his chest, making him fall and smash his head against the pool table. Soon, you both found your rhythm. If a man came for Whiskey’s back, you’d swiftly cut in and punch the guy hard in his neck, watching as he fell to the floor, clutching his neck in pain as he tried to catch his breath. Whiskey did the same, protecting you from any unwanted harm. You were both ruthless. You were considered one of the best teams across the agencies. When you two paired up, it was almost impossible to break through. 

You knew you couldn’t kill any of the men or else Champ would have your head. So you stuck to your fists and Whiskey to his whip. One of the men threw a chair at you but Whiskey was quick and grabbed it with his whip, throwing it back at the man, sending him flying through the window. 

“That was hot.” Whiskey erupted into a loud laugh, his shoulders shaking violently as he tried to catch his breath. He pulled you in for a rough kiss before pulling back and looking around the room, the bodies of the unconscious men surrounding you. 

“Whoo, I feel like a tornado in a trailer park.” You were about to retort but Poppy’s broadcasted message interrupted you. You watched in horror realizing that the effects that Tequila was having were because of Poppy’s horrible drugs. Once the message was over, you all drove back to the agency as fast as you could, meeting Champ in the main room. You listened to the President as he spoke about how he wanted to handle the situation, leaving you in shock. 

“Fox, shut up. McCoy, declare Marshall Law. We need to keep control, commandeer stadiums, schools, civic centers. Order a press blackout and put the military on standby to round these junkies up.”

“Whether they broke the law or not, those victims are human beings. Tequila,” You watched as Champ looked over his alcohol before picking one, grabbing a glass. “He's a great guy. And a great agent. Right now, he's lying in deep-freeze waitin' on our help.” You swallowed thickly, staring at the table. You didn’t know what you’d do if Tequila passed away. He was one of your best friends. Whiskey noticed your tense nature and he took a deep breath, trying to lighten the situation for your sake but he didn’t go about it too well. 

“We can't make this personal, sir.

“Personal? Agent, we can't stand by and let folks like him die. These people, we're their only hope. Now, we have to find that antidote.” Whiskey sighed as he looked up, noticing Harry analyzing him. He didn’t pay much attention to him, soon moving his focus back to you as he held your hand in his. You took a deep breath, pulling Whiskey’s hand onto your lap. He rubbed his thumbs against your soft skin, sending goosebumps across the surface. 

Champ took a sip of his drink before turning and spitting it into a nearby tin. “Poppy's stockpiles, well, they could be anywhere.” Whiskey gripped your thigh in comfort as you watched Champ sympathetically. You knew he was battling with his own addiction and this was his way of dealing. 

“She must have some on hand. Locate Poppy and obtain a sample for analysis. Maybe it can be replicated.” Eggsy and Harry exchanged glances of confusion as they watched Champ but they chose not to comment. You took a deep breath as you kept quiet. It wasn’t like you but your head was swirling with thoughts of the disease and of Tequila. 

Soon, your thoughts were interrupted by Ginger’s voice echoing through the room. “Sorry to cut in, guys. But Charlie is on the phone with his girlfriend. Looping you in now.” She appeared on the large screen in the room with Merlin by her side before she changed the screen to display the soundwaves of Clara talking to Charlie and her location on the map. 

“Don't worry. I'm on a payphone covered in a fucking blue rash. Why didn't you tell me? All you said was, "Don't take any drugs." It was a music festival for fuck's sake.” You rolled your eyes as you listened. You already didn’t like her from your last mission and this was just solidifying that dislike. 

“Fuck. Shit. Shit! Okay. Listen. You need to get to the lab in Italy. Do you remember where we went skiing?”

“Yes. Yes, I remember.”

“Yeah. Meet me there and I'll give you the antidote.”

Clara’s deep sigh filled the room before she mumbled an okay, hanging the call right after

“All right. Jet's ready. Whiskey, Gin, Galahad, get to Italy.” You nodded your understanding and as you looked up, you saw both Eggsy and Harry standing up, looking at each other awkwardly. Eggsy smirked and you knew he wanted to laugh. You watched them both curiously as Whiskey spoke up.

“You two need to fix this code name thing.” He leaned over to Champ as he motioned towards Harry. “And with all due respect, sir… I don't think Galahad senior is ready to return to fieldwork.”

Champ nodded his agreement as he pointed towards Eggsy. “I did actually mean…”

“Of course.” You gave Harry a sympathetic smile and he returned a small smile in return. Even though he recovered his memories, he still remembered your kindness and trustiness for him. He remembered the things you told him about your life, the quiet evenings you spent together, the way you talked about the “man” who hurt you. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was Whiskey you were talking about and he had his disagreements with you returning to his side but he chose not to say anything on it, respectfully leaving you to make your own decision. 

“And with all disrespect… I'm not going anywhere without him.” Eggsy sat down next to Harry as he motioned towards him. Both Champ and Whiskey looked at Eggsy with different thoughts running around their heads. One thing you respected was Eggsy’s undying loyalty. You knew this was a hard trait to come by and with the way he was protective of you already on missions, you trusted him. “Brains,” He motioned to Harry before motioning to himself. “Skills,” He looked at you and winked as he motioned towards you. “Bad-assery.” You snorted as his comment brought a smile to your lips, giving you a bit of relief from the entire situation. Eggsy looked at Whiskey and took a second to think of what he wanted to say. “Skipping rope?”

Whiskey clenched his jaw as he stared Eggsy down, before moving his gaze to Champ who went into a deep laugh. You couldn’t contain your smile and you covered your mouth with your hand, hoping Whiskey didn’t hear your muted giggles. Whiskey glared at you as he spoke, his deep baritone voice sending shivers your way. You knew you were going to pay for laughing. “It's a lasso.’

“Whatever. Come on.” Eggsy stood, looking to Harry to follow him as Whiskey watched them both as Champ continued to laugh before dismissing the both of you. 

“Go on. Vamoose.”

“Yes, sir.”

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[pixieungerstories]

Housemates 27

Kogan had been edging her for long enough that Vinny was nearly ready to cry when Derick came in with brunch.  Kogan took the tray from him and had a bite of the toast.  From around his mouthful he mumbled, “I think she’s ready for you now.”

Vinny groaned, “Kogan, I kinda hate you just now.”

“Aw, I know, bebe.  You just get on your hands and knees and show Derick your new jewelry.”  

Derick had been half hard from the smells alone.  Seeing Vinny’s rosey red ass and the sparkly green plug nearly did him in.  “Hey,” he said stroking her back.

Vinny whimpered,  “Please!”

“Use all your words, like a good girl,” Kogan instructed, between reaching for another piece of toast.

“Derick, I want your cock.  Now, please.”

Derick looked between them in shock.

Kogan snorted, “I’ve got her aching by now, you might want to hurry it along a bit.”

“Yes, please,” Vinny whined her agreement waving her ass at him.

“Uh, we haven’t um…”

“Here’s a condom,” Kogan added tossing Derick a box.  Derick caught it reflexively.  He hesitated.

“Or, if you aren’t up to it, I can play with her some more until Tristan comes to see why she’s screaming.”

Vinny jumped at the sound of the vibe being snapped back on, “No!”

Derick started to growl, “Is that a real no?”

“I just want to cum,” Vinny cried.  “Kogan won’t let me.  Fuck!  I should just go back to my room and take care of it myself.”  

Derick caught her as she stood up on wobbly legs.  “Hey, I got you.  I just want to know you are ok.  We’ve been making do with hands and mouths, but this is a lot-” he stopped before he said bigger.  It was technically true, it just seemed crass to go there.  He settled on “more complicated.”

Vinny leaned into the hug and unbuttoned his jeans.  “I like playing with you, Derick, but sometimes I just want penetrative sex.”

Derick kissed her lips so sweetly, Vinny’s knees went weak.  “OK, but… not like that.”  He kept kissing her as he walked her back to Kogan’s bed.  When she was on her back, Derick pulled off his shirt.  He slid her hips to the edge of the mattress and held her legs open.  Sure enough, her sex was red and weeping.  “Are you sure?” he asked.

Vinny nodded.  Derick leaned forward to kiss just below her belly ring as he snaked out of his pants.  When he fumbled to open the condom box, Vinny sat up and took it from him.  She gave his cock a couple of strokes, tugging it gently before the condom down his length.

Derick kissed her and lowered her back to the mattress before he slid in, groaning.  Vinny gasped.  

Kogan grinned and set down his orange juice.  “Feels different with the plug, doesn’t it, darling?”

She nodded.  Derick started to rock. Vinny started writhing almost immediately. After a moment, he took hold of her hips and stood up, lifting her ass off the bed.  She came hard, clenching tightly around Derick’s cock and the plug.  Derick started to growl.  She had never heard him do that before.    He tightened his grip on her hips and started slamming harder, his hips erratic.

Kogan stepped in and lifted one of Vinny’s legs, changing the angle a bit.  Vinny came again, flailing in Derick’s grasp.  Derick’s teeth were definitely sharper looking than they had been.  He gave one last push, deep enough that Vinny cried out, he howled as he came, knot swelling.

Kogan once again adjusting Vinny’s legs so that Derick’s knot slipped out of her.  The werewolf snarled at Kogan in disgust.

“Easy there, cowboy.  She’s just a little girl.”

Derick whimpered and carefully set Vinny back down on the bed.  His dick came free as he leaned forward to pepper her face with kisses.  Vinny yawned and stretched before rolling on to her side.  When Derick went to dispose of the condom, Kogan pushed her knees up to her chest.

“OK darling.  This is gonna feel like you are taking a shit, but it’s just the plug coming out.  Don’t push, just relax.”

It hurt a little as her hole stretched to let the widest part out.  When she whimpered, Derick shoved Kogan out of the way to come spoon her.  That was weird.  Derick was about four inches shorter and much more slender than Kogan was.  Physics shouldn’t work that way.

Derick was warm and snuggly, and Vinny was tired.  It only took a moment for her to fall asleep in Derick’s arms.

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Eventually, Derick rubbed Vinny’s back.  “However much I would like to stay in bed and play with you, I can smell pancakes and you have a brunch to sit through.”  He helped her pull her nightgown back on and down over her slightly bruised ass. He had also left fingerprint shaped bruises on her hips.  He was decidedly uncomfortable about that. “Come on.”

Kogan stopped to brush his teeth.  Vinny carefully padded down the stairs on her own.  When she got to the dining room she hesitated at seeing Kevin sitting patiently in her spot as a chair  Tristan was smirking at his plate. Dren was reading the Saturday morning paper. Derick started helping himself to bacon.  Thea and Bazur weren’t down yet.

Vinny reminded herself about how nicely Kevin had taken care of her last night.  She pulled him carefully away from the table, flipping the hem of her night shirt out of the way as she sat on the shadowy black seat.  Kevin slid her closer to the table.

Derick passed her the bacon.

Something caressed her calves under the table.  When she opened her legs a little, it stroked the insides of her thighs.

Vinny felt a tentacle like tongue begin exploring.  She jumped slightly as he found her ass relaxed and soft and gave her pucker a gentle prod.  Derick passed her the pancakes.

Kevin’s tongue was sweeping over her folds and lapping at the wetness he found there.  Vinny concentrated on buttering her pancake.

Something pinched the tender spots on her ass where Kogan had been playing earlier.  Vinny froze and stared at her plate.

“Something wrong with the pancakes, Vinny?” Tristan teased.  Dren looked up and watched them.

“I just need someone to pass the syrup,” she managed to keep her voice even, but it was a struggle.  Dren passed her the syrup.  She said thank you.  

He said, “You’re welcome, Vinny,” but he narrowed his eyes at her.

Vinny’s hips bucked as Kevin found her clit and gave it a suck.  Her face flushed red and she tried a bite of bacon.

“Just don’t choke,” Dren advised, going back to his paper.

“Which one are you warning?” Tristan rumbled under his breath.

Vinny was down to the part where she was just concentrating on holding very still and breathing.

That was when Thea came into the room.

“Oh no!  Vinny!  Be careful!  That’s Kevin!”

Everything screeched to a halt.  Everyone in the room turned to look at him.

Except for Kevin who used the silence to give Vinny a huge wet noisy slurp that made her eyes roll back.

“Oh.” Thea said awkwardly.  “Um!  Do you need us to um… give you some privacy?”

Derick snickered.  “Come on over Thea, have some breakfast.  Just ignore them.”

Thea came and sat but didn’t ignore them.  He watched Vinny’s face.  “Kevin isn’t actually as good at that as Derick is.”

Derick grinned, Tristan frowned, Kevin tried harder.

“Why do you say that, Thea?” Dren asked.

Thea poured syrup on his pancakes as he said, “Because she usually makes little grunting sounds.”

“Oh god!” Vinny cried.  They all turned to her.  She covered her face.  “That is just… How is this even a real thing?  Everyone just calmly sitting here commenting on my sounds?”

Kogan was leaning in the doorway.  “Gentleman, stand up for inspection!” he announced.  

Derick and Tristan both stood up to reveal some fairly painful looking tenting.  Kevin figured out how to get Vinny to start making the little grunting noises.  

“I think the answer to that question is strength of will,” Kogan answered as he walked over and cupped her chin, “Vinny?  Kevin can’t get you pregnant and he is clean.  Can he cum in you or on you?”

Vinny closed her eyes and whimpered.

“You have to answer me, little girl.”

“YES!”

“Either way, can I help clean up?” Dren asked.

That was all it took for Vinny’s whole body to jerk, and the next thing she knew she was cumming so hard her legs were shaking.  Kevin lifted her off of him and tipped her over the table as his tentacle made a puddle on the floor.  Derick came over to rub her exposed back.  

And of course that was when Bazur came in like the house mom.  He looked at them all and sighed.  Vinny blushed and hurried to pull her nightie down.

“Just… not near the food, guys.”  Everyone, even Kogan managed to look embarrassed as they chorused a round of apologies.  He tsked as he sat down, “Do you have a plan, Vinny?  Or are you just making this up as you go?”

“Um… no plan, nope.”

“May I make a suggestion?” Bazur asked.

“Sure?” she hazzard.

“Well,” he explained, “if I was running this orgy, I would take Kogan and Kevin upstairs for doggy style while bent over the mimic.  He could probably make a set of stocks if you were up for that. Then have a breakfast in bed followed by a shower with Dren.  After that,  I would hit Thea up for some suspension so that Tristan can have a turn.  At which point you will need a nap and some food.  If you have lust left after that,  Derick can certainly finish you off.”  Bazur said this whole thing like he was dictating the grocery list.  “Of course, you don’t have to do any of that.”

“I already got a turn,” Derick admitted.  “But I would be happy with a second.  Or being able to watch.”

Thea nodded enthusiastically at that last suggestion.

Vinny wanted to think about that.  Her legs were shaking so she sat down on her chair, which was still Kevin.  There was a wet squish as she found the warm dampness on the seat.

“Ugh.”  They all just looked at her nervously at that.  “Definitely a shower and food.  Then… we’ll see.”  Vinny considered moving to another chair, but she would need a drop cloth.  Part of her wanted to run for the shower, but the reality was she might need some help up the stairs just now.  And she was still really hungry.   She became aware that Kevin was snoring softly.  “Screw it.  I’m eating my pancakes.”

#terato #exophilia

[divinitykittty]

Get to know Kit

It’s the question(s) on nobody’s mind: who is divinity kittty?

Well let me just start by saying I have A LOT of time on my hands, like too much, like enough to find and fill all of this out for no other reason than because I felt like it. & with that being said, here’s some light public self reflection; hope it’s as good for you guys as it was for me!

1.    Full Name

Im gonna stick with “Divinity Kittty” but you can call me Kit, Kittty or Divinity.

2.    Zodiac sign

Gemini sun Aries Moon

3.    3 fears

dying with regrets, dying unfulfilled, living as a slave or vegetable.

4.    3 things I love

warm desserts served with icecream, debates and/or theory discussions, new experiences

5.    My best friend

is it wrong to say, myself ...?

6.    Last song I listened to

Changes / A$AP Rocky

7.    4 turn ons

sense of humor, witty come backs, strong/toned back/shoulder, intimacy that isn’t awkward or asking for something, that V line cut thing people get sometimes

8.    4 turn offs

bad breath and body odor in general! being mean to animals, being mean to servers and people who are just doing their jobs, greasy skin/hair, cowboy boots.

9.    How many tattoos/piercings

I currently have 8 piercings and 9 tattoos. Actually just took out 2 rings though (not sure if ill put them back in before they close), and working on getting another tattoo or 2 soon... so ask me again in about a month lol.

10.  The reason I joined tumblr

I joined tumblr like forever ago when it was fresh and new, immediately fell into the hole because I was a big dr.who, supernatural fan... didn’t really decide to actually “run my blog” until recently, because I just feel like it’s a cool platform to like be vulnerable and be myself without worrying about like local bs or anyone texting me or seeing me in public wondering “what was that post about.” Also, like I said, I’ve been here a while kind of just lurking in the shadows of my main acct, so I feel comfortable being myself here. Everyones weird and intellectual, it’s cool.

11.  How I feel right now

Satisfied. I just had 2 black bean burgers and some homemade fries so.. can’t complain really.

12.  Something I really really want

To RV or renovate a camper or van and just explore a couple parts of america before headed into south america via mexico+panama, into brazil for carnival, and then as far down as i can make it before catching a plane to (Australia first, and then) the East. Never to return!

13.  Current relationship status

Dating a cishet man.. pray for me.

14.  Meaning behind my URL

Honestly, it’s nothing really that deep. I’d say I relate to the feline community, domestically house cats, but also panthers and lions. I also practice divination in the form of Tarot and Astrology.... I Am a Divine Feline. Divinity Kittty. the 3 Ts represent Trinity - which closely relates to perfection or completion. I also Love the number 3, for creation and manifestation (Trinity again). Idk, I guess it was that deep after all, lol

15.  Favorite movies

Ok so it’s somewhere between spirited away and Princess Mononoke... but also like maybe Bug or Teeth... Breakfast at tiffany’s too though, and Heathers.. Have to mention fight club of course, for the culture. and Cloud Atlas!!!! oh man. Apocolypto?? like hello! I don’t know, I’ve seen so many great movies. I really enjoy watching film actually.

16.  Favorite songs

Really depends what mood I’m in but right now F Q-C and Spiral by Wilough are both greatttt on soundcloud. Never skip.

17.  Favorite bands

I don’t listen to many bands anymore but I’d say maybe Tame Impala if he counts, or Cigarettes after sex.. the beatles will always hold a place in my heart too. And muse... and coldplay oh god. Sorry mom!

18.  3 things that upset me

People who don’t pay attention when I’m trying to share or express something, bills, capitalism in general.

19.  3 things that make me happy

helping/being useful, holding hands, inside jokes

20.  Relationship with my parents

My dad kind of tries, but its one of those “too little too late” kind of deals. My mom is great, a bit negative and anxious, but my biggest regret is maybe I’m not expressing as much Love as I’d like to sometimes, due to my own traumas. I love her, I’m just a very casual lover. We try though.

21.  My pets

At my mom’s theres 2 wiener dogs, Mocha and Lulu who sleep in my room when I’m there. My bf and I also care for a Pit named Nomu, a cat named Ashes, and her fresh little month old cubs who don’t all have names yet but theres 5 of them... for adoption btw. Please.

22.  Do I smoke or drink?

Social drinker, I don’t really just like sit at home and drink for fun but I like going out for a drink and some dancing every now and then. Or wine nights. I don’t smoke... cigarettes.. haha ;)

23.  Celebrity crushes

Donald Glover. Scott Mescudi. Beyonce & Rihanna (duh). Jaden Smith. Willow Smith. 

24.  What I did yesterday

Yesterday I made some sales, hung out with my boyfriend, saw my cousin who’s in from out of town, and pretty much just vibed for the rest of the night.

25.  Something I’m talented at

Movement. I don’t know if that’s a real talent, but why wouldn’t it be. I’m really good at moving my body, like dancing, yoga, posture, flexibility, balance... I just like to move.

26.  Number of kids I want

One day, maybe like 2. Really I only want 1 but I’d have 2 just so they won’t be lonely growing up.

27.  3 habits I have

If I’m not careful I can easily spend an entire day in bed, I smoke at least 1 spliff almost every day.. especially before bed, spending more than I should.

28.  A lie I’ve told

The most recent lie I told was actually today, to my boss.. hear me out though, I just got this new job & she scheduled me but never gave me a log in for the schedules, so she calls me 2 hrs before my shift (opening) and I was just like oh yea “ I have to pick up my cousin at the airport so I can only come for like an hour while you find a replacement.” mind you my cousin got in yesterday... and she drove.. but whatever, I got a free day lol.

29.  Something I fantasize about

Civil and/or Spiritual Revolution, my role in the war+the new world

30.  My idea of the perfect date

Something outside, preferably in the sun and grass. Some kind of activity, either a game or like something where we get to create but also get to know each other better. Maybe some art or music is involved some how... last date I went on we kayaked out to a little private island and tripped half a tab, that was pretty perfect.

31.  Something currently worrying me

MONEY! omg, I’m a broke ass college kid man. And im not even in school right now, can you imagine the distress. I need my bills paid, and fast!

32.  Something that’s constantly on my mind

How I can be better than I’ve been.

33.  A photo of myself

This is the most recent (quality) photo I have of myself, except my hairs black now... hi.

#about me #get to know me #random questions #newtumblr #newpost #divinity

[tyranttortoise]

Now that you've told us you have wild drunken stories, would you tell us one please? Or maybe incorporate it into an imagine with some of the skelebros? That would be pretty cool

One of my favorite drunken nights was when I went out for drinks with my friend, and we met his aunt/his aunt’s friend.  We ended up at some little hole in the wall bar where it was so packed, that we had to pile on a deck outside.  A dude wearing sunglasses at night came over and started trying to talk to me, but I was too distracted asking “Why the hell are you wearing those at night?  Can you see?  There’s no sun.  Are you high, and you’re trying to hide how red your eyes are?”  And then my friend’s aunt comes over, and she throws her arm around the dude because she’s pretttyyy drunk and starts questioning him about the sunglasses, too.  Then she decides she wants to wear them and throws her arm around me.  

“I wish my boyfriend was here,” she says, sighing loudly.  

My friend comes over and claims that her boyfriend is not an attractive man.  

“Yeah, okay, so he’s bald.. he’s short.. he’s fat.. Fine.  But he has a HUGE DICK!”  She holds out her arms to give me an idea of the inhumanly-possible size of said dick.

“A big dong, you say?” I chime, and my friend starts shaking his head, trying to get me to stop from encouraging her.

“BIG DONG KONG!” she shouts as loud as she can, while my friend desperately tries to shush his aunt.  

“BIG DONG SCHLONG!” I yell back, and the two of us high-five.  This is the first conversation I’ve ever had with this 50-year-old woman, but we’re instantly best friends in that moment.  

We leave and go to a honky tonk–like right out of one of those movies about the South, where people are wearing cowboy hats and drinking and dancing that I thought were a myth.  My friend and I are the youngest people there by nearly thirty years.  All the older women LOVE him; he’s dancing with them and grinding on them, and they’re ARGUING over who gets to dance with him next.  It’s crazy.  I end up buying JAEGER BOMBS (yes, you have to shout it as loud as you can when you order it, in the douchiest voice possible) with the aunt, and we start knocking them back.  I dance for entirely too long, and at the time, I think I’m just the best dancer ever, but I’m pretty sure I was just kicking my legs out and flailing around in a circle.  I end up with a cowboy hat at some point during the night.

The aunt and her friend join me on the dance floor, and we order more shots.  In fact, I’m feeling so wonderful that I order shots FOR THE ENTIRE BAR.   I guess I’ve just secretly always wanted to shout “A ROUND OF SHOTS FOR EVERYONE, ON ME!” at the top of my lungs, who knows.  

It’s closing time, and my friend (the designated driver in this situation), takes his aunt and her friend home, but we all go into the apartment.  Her boyfriend is inside, and she throws herself against him, but ends up in the floor because she’s just too drunk.

I decide to shake his hand and introduce myself.

“HOLY SHIT, IT’S BIG DONG SCHLONG, HEY BUDDY, JUST HOW BIG WE TALKIN’?!”  

Nailed it.  The aunt writhes on the floor, but points toward me to say, “PREACH IT!”

This little man doesn’t know what to say.  "Big Dong Kong, I heard all about it.  Like a kick-stand, AMIRITE?“  I pat the bewildered man on the shoulder and move past him to head toward the bathroom.  However, I stop short and turn back toward my friend, standing on my tip-toes to whisper in his ear.  

(Which probably means I yelled it.)

"I don’t want to use their toilet because what if his dick is SO MASSIVE that it touched the seat??”

My other favorite story I’ll incorporate into an imagine.

You were already drunk off a pitcher of margaritas and free birthday tequila shots from the Mexican restaurant down the street by the time you reach your hotel’s bar, flanked by your best friend.  You’re wearing a giant, gaudy pin on your shirt that reads “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!” because 1) it really is your birthday and 2) it guarantees that you and your friend will drink for free all night.  

When you sit down on a bar stool, two skeleton monsters automatically sit next to you and start chatting.  One of them, with red eyes and a fluffy jacket, has a smirk on his face as his eyelights travel your body.  He’s been nice enough so far, so when he gets ready to leave, he says, “i’m going to a strip club.  would you like to join me, sweetheart?”

“I’ve never been to a strip club!” you blurt, seeming excited over the idea… until your survival instincts kick in.  "WAIT, I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!“

”…what?“ he asks, his smirk beginning to fade.

"THIS IS WHERE I’LL EITHER END UP SOME SORT OF SEX SLAVE OR MURDERED AND CHOPPED UP IN YOUR TRUNK!”  At this point, the bartender is doubled over laughing.  You have no volume control.  

“what–?  no, sweetheart, i just–”  He stumbles over the words, completely caught off-guard.

“NOPE, NO WAY, I’M NOT DYING TONIGHT SIR!”  You keep drinking your drink.  "Thanks for paying for my drink, though.“  Well, at least you still have manners, even if you’re slurring.

Red shrugs, holding his hands up.  "sounds like you’ve been watching too many horror movies, dollface.  welp, if you change your mind, i’m in room two-oh-”

“I do NOT sleep with MURDERERS!”

“what..?”

“Serial killers are a definite NO for me!”  

“ok, ok.  happy birthday,” he mutters, slowly getting off the stool to leave.  As soon as he does, a skeleton wearing an orange hoodie takes his place.

“good to know you have standards.”  He flicks his wrist at the bar tender.  "her next drink is on me.“

You’re eyeing the giant ass jar of cocktail olives instead of paying him any attention.  "I really want an olive in my drink…”

“but.. you’re drinking something fruity, right?”

You nod.  "Sex on the beach.“

"yeaaahh, olives don’t go with that.”

You start frowning, still staring down those olives.  "Who says it has to be like that?  I want olives in it.“

"you can’t drink it with olives.  it would be terrible.”

“Yes, I can!”

“fine, if you can, i’ll buy you another drink.”

You look to the bartender, and she shrugs and pulls out the jar of giant olives. “Just dump them in,” you say, and she absolutely FILLS UP YOUR GLASS with olives.  And dammit, you eat every single one of them.

“i can’t believe you’re actually doing it.”

And then you don’t remember anything else.

*The rest of that story includes blacking out after the olives, and then I wake up in the hotel room, in a completely different set of clothes (apparently, I filled the ice bucket up with water and then poured it over my head), with my head on the toilet seat (vomit everywhere), tears on my face, and my phone in my hand.  Apparently, I’d been having a nightmare about the two men shoving me in their trunk, and then I called my S/O and whispered “I’m so scared, please come get me” over and over into the phone.  He said that gave him nightmares, and he had to call my friend to make sure that I was all right. 

It was years before I drank again.  

#the tortoise talks #drunken stories #undertale imagine

[marjaystuff]

Elise Cooper’s Interview with Maisey Yates

Cowboy to the Core and Lone Wolf Cowboy by Maisey Yates are the latest in the “Gold Valley series.”  What these novels have in common, a Yates specialty, is showing how individuals make their own choices and can choose love over being broken. Both books delve into the lives of the Dalton brothers and how their father’s imperfection affected them regarding relationships.

Jamie Dodge is the heroine in Cowboy to the Core. She is the only girl in a male dominated life. During delivery, her mother dies leaving Jamie, her brothers, and father to be without a mother and wife. No one ever made her feel that it was her fault but she is guilt ridden. Because of that, she has worked harder than anyone to not be thought of as poor Jamie who lost her mother. Jamie built a real tough outer skin and sky-high walls around her heart, and hides her vulnerability with a streak of stubbornness that includes a sassy mouth. Feeling she always had to be “one of the boys,” she tried to ignore the feelings of loss for not having a female role model.

Deciding it is time to go out on her own, she accepts a job with Gabe Dalton to take care of his horses. Jamie has been around cowboys like Gabe her whole life. She won’t be fooled by his words or ways. She wants this job to prove herself and to save up to start barrel racing. As long as he listens to her ideas about the horses and their needs she thinks their relationship can be tolerable. As they work side-by-side, rivalry turns to friendship that turns to a blossoming relationship. Because of his father’s infidelities and the fact that his father sold Gabe’s horses out from under him, he is a very wounded hero.  Yet, when around Jamie his restlessness seems to be soothed. The story takes readers on a journey with Jamie and Gabe to see if they can find happiness with each other.

The other novel, Lone Wolf Cowboy, is in some ways a departure from the usual Yates’ storyline in that the heroine is broken.  Vanessa Logan is a recovering addict who once had a miscarriage and now finds herself pregnant, after a one night stand with Jacob Dalton. He has become a recluse since his friend’s tragic death, in which Jacob blames himself.

As a former EMT and a wildland firefighter, there’s no one Jacob Dalton can’t rescue, except himself. While working one night many years ago, he saved Vanessa’s life during a medical emergency, and they have never forgotten each other. But after Vanessa’s return to work as an art therapist to troubled youths Jacob feels a strong connection with her.  After finding out that she is pregnant from a lustful night, he does the right thing and asks her to marry him.  The problem is, will these two people allow their troubles to be put to pasture, or will they decide to remain isolated.

Both these books have very likeable characters that take the reader on a roller coaster ride with them.  Will they allow themselves to overcome defects and instead have a thriving relationship?

Elise Cooper: You seem to have a recurring theme about choices?

Maisey Yates: You can choose to be defined by what wounded you or to choose to grab hold to a new feeling. It comes down to love versus staying with something bad that happened.

EC:  Why did you write Jamie as a tomboy?

MY:  I have a soft spot for them as a type of heroine.  Probably because when I was younger I was that tough girl, the one who had friends who were boys. Jamie is the tough country girl type who is confident in what she is very good at.  She thinks she can handle almost everything.

EC:  You have an Annie Oakley quote at the beginning of the book?

MY: You are referring to the one, “I ain’t afraid to love a man.  But I ain’t afraid to shoot him either.” I came across it many times and had it in my mind. I put it in because this is what I was thinking about Jamie. The quote cemented for me the picture of Jamie.  She is practical, direct, tough, a straight talker, not apologetic, and sometimes a bit cocky.  She wants to realize her dreams.

EC:  How would you describe the hero, Gabe?

MY:  He is an older hero who knows his flaws. He is a little more emotionally aware than Jamie is.  I think he is at a different stage than she is.  Interestingly, he is making a move back home, while she is making a move away from home. In the beginning, they are in very different emotional spaces.

EC:  Horses seem to play an important role in a lot of your books?

MY:  Horses have personalities, much like dogs do.  My life long best friend is a phenomenal horse person, a professional who trains and sells horses.  Something I observed is that each horse has a different temperament.  It is important to match the personality of the horse with the personality of the person.  Some people cannot handle a high-spirited horse.

EC:  Each of the main characters has had family issues? First, talk about Jamie, please.

MY: She was raised by her dad and four brothers.  My mom was also raised by a single dad and brothers.  I remember my mom telling me she loved Mary Poppins so much because there was a woman who had influence over a family. Jamie, although she is not willing to admit it, is profoundly affected by the loss of her mom and never wanted to be a burden.  I enjoyed writing that she thinks she is OK but eventually lets herself decide to have some femininity.

EC: Gabe had a dysfunctional family?

MY:  There was a lot of emotion in his house as he was growing up, and a lot of it was toxic. His father, Hank, is so flawed, nice but selfish.  He was someone who wanted to live his life for that moment of happiness and never thought outside of himself. Gabe was the protector of his mother because his dad did not do it.

EC:  What about the relationship?

MY:  Both of them were profoundly affected by their childhood, which influenced the relationship.  Maybe they see themselves in the other person.  I do like stories like this with the age gap romance because they can learn from each other.  He watched her let down walls and be brave, while Gabe learned how to show vulnerability.

EC:  Lone Wolf Cowboy was a deviation from other stories in that the heroine is a dysfunctional character having to overcome addiction and a miscarriage and now a pregnancy?

MY: It is not the first time I have written a heroine getting pregnant out of wedlock.  I short changed my readers because I did not think anyone would want me to write Vanessa’s story.  She was a drug addict in a previous book and I thought people would not care if she got a happy ending. She had to make a lot of tough choices for herself.

EC:  Interestingly, Vanessa got pregnant because there was no safe sex?

MY:  I think if the guy doesn’t use a condom assume the girl will get pregnant.  I was told by an author friend of mine that during the 1980s this genre never had a conversation of safe sex.  I think compared to other mediums safe sex is included a lot in the romance genre. The first time I wrote an accidental pregnancy my editor said ‘I don’t know if we can have this because it is so irresponsible.’ My response, ‘people do a lot of stupid stuff when it comes to sex.’ When it comes to sex there are bad decisions made when it feels good in the moment. The editor I am working with now didn’t even blink.  Sometimes irresponsible behavior does occur because as adults we are not perfect.

EC:  What about the addiction?

MY:  I thought a lot about how I was going to write this. It is important to me to have an honest view of addiction so I talked to people that went through it. I wanted to write her story with compassion and made sure I never put her sobriety at risk. After all, romance is about hope and that everybody deserves love. I never wanted to be disrespectful to her struggles.

EC:  There is a powerful quote about death?

MY:  The quote is based on a firefighter I knew who passed away fighting a fire. I think a lot about him, off and on. The quote, “It leaves people who love that person behind. And it leaves a hole inside them that can’t be filled. It’s love that makes it matter… The tragedy of death was in the hearts that were left behind, and in the possibilities of life missed by those who were taken too soon.” I wrote this thinking of the repercussions of the people left behind.  I read a quote recently, ‘grief is terrible because the person you need to talk to about it isn’t here.” The more you care about that person the greater the loss.  

EC:  Please describe Jacob?

MY:  He is the middle child who is looking for his own purpose.  He wanted to fix everything.  I think he is a frustrated protector.  He is a wounded person, like Vanessa, who went through a lot.  

EC:  Vanessa’s sister Olivia was an interesting character?

MY:  She is totally me.  She and I have a tendency to hold everything together. Just as Olivia, I am a perfectionist, people pleaser, sometimes judgmental and inflexible.

EC:  You introduced a new character Aiden, who is a troubled youth?

MY:  I have plans for him, Dallas, and Violet, and will visit these younger characters as they grow up. Readers will also be able to see the other characters in the background and how they progressed.  I think Aiden learned something through the manual labor and realizes he can build something.  He has the chance to make different choices and I am pretty sure he will grow into a hero who becomes a cowboy.  

EC: Your next book?

MY: It is titled, Cowboy Christmas Redemption and will be out in September. It is the last book in the series.  The reason for the Christmas time setting is that not everyone is happy around the holidays.  I examined what is it like for someone who lost a husband, and a child who lost a father. When someone dies the tragedy is not theirs, but the person left behind.  I saved Caleb and Ellie’s story for last because they have the greatest journey to go.

THANK YOU!!

[lightholme]

Penumbra, and a Drowning

In a field

I am the absence of field. This is. always the case. Wherever I am. I am what is missing.

When I walk. I part the air. and always. the air moves in. to fill the spaces. where my body’s been.

We all have reasons. for moving. I move. to keep things whole.

It's gonna be a cold day When you're keeping everything inside you It can only hurt you 

I buy a coat in London, among the steel and glass corridors and carnival of advertised goods. I don’t remember the price. Five hundred. I was never any good at converting currency. The woman at the counter said it looked good on me.

It did.

Everyone it seems Has somewhere to go And the faster the world spins The shorter the lights will glow 

A text, a plane, an hour flight to another country I’d never seen. The customs area was labyrinthine and somehow alien, as were all the things in that place. It was a world like my own but something was different I couldn’t put a finger on. It was all like that, even the people. It felt like a dream then, as it does now. I wait in line, worried that I’d get flagged for something, had done some protocol wrong. Nothing, they even had a place to throw away my water. Convenient. 

I walked down that ramp looking for one face, saw two I didn’t expect. A sound of happiness, a flicker of blonde hair as she jumped. Holding her for the first time, as I look over her shoulder to two friends waving two little Danish flags they’d made for me. They printed them out and everything. I still have them. I always will.

The sun will shine again You hold it in your hands

She reaches from the backseat of the car and runs her fingers through my hair as we travel under the off-white streetlights and past the signs to places with words I do not understand. Compact, everything seems so compact here, though I can’t see much in the blackness. A building. Red neon lights. Cars, strangely square. I’ve been up almost two days but my eyes are wide, I want to see and remember everything, and when she takes her hands from my hair all I can think about is when she will touch me again. 

“So that’s what it feels like,” she said. I smile and hold her.  Her body was hard, and slim, and lithe, and her breasts felt like breasts that Gauguin might have painted. Her mouth, in the darkness, was soft and warm against mine.   People come into your life for a reason.

This young land is a young land let it stay that way Its pollution only turns you into something you don't want to see in the water A reflection of them that you receive

Lego, Elsa, and glitter. Kind parents, the sweetest little girl. Santa Claus, we met him together in that little shopping mall, as she held my hand. I think about the things my mother did with me when I was a child, the things that helped me learn to question and the lust for knowledge which, in time, would only bring me pain. Teaching me words, showing me nature, giving me the desire for adventure and freedom and travel, catching perch with little fishing rods with bits of pepperoni on the hooks,  going down creek beds in little rubber boots and catching crawdads.

But I realize that I don’t know how to do these things. I feel like I am pretending to be the responsible man I will never be. 

You don't own the sun And the sun won't shine again

Korsør. It was called  Korsør. Why do I begin to cry as I think of it? The narrow cobblestone streets with the buildings all worn out and quaint like well worn pink cowboy boots in a shop window. The boat, the captain with the “sex machine” sticker above his calendar. The tower in the distance I wanted to see, the fog over the ocean. I tell her this place is beautiful, but she doesn’t think so. She doesn’t know the beauty of this place because she is anchored here by a monster of a man and she wants to be free (as do I, Alaska we held in common), but I think that it is a curse we all have, to not realize the wonder in the places we find mundane, the knowledge that we are all unique and beautiful and occupying unique and wonderful places in this world.

So maybe you're all in love With aluminum

Copenhagen in the sunshine. Christmastime in the city as the sun goes down.  Copenhagen at night, with a cup of something called Gluk (butchered, of course) that tastes like wine and raisins. I buy a lego space ship. I lost the little lego Darth Vader keychain she got me. By then my memory was beginning to fail, tendrils of black ichor oozing into my brain like black tentacles. We have dinner, three of them, one of them a Danish Christmas. Sugary porridge with cherry sauce, brown sauce, and more. I felt loved. It was a strange feeling. I remember it now but I don’t want to, hurts like razors and vinegar. I reaad once that nostalgia is the joy of reliving happy memories combined with the pain of knowing you will never relive them again.  I have to write it down.

The cling and a clang Is the metal in my head when I walk I hear a sort of, this tinging noise Cling clang

The cling clang

Witches and wherewolves and vampires and Eva Green. My mind burns, sinking elevator feeling. I am drowning, why can’t I feel anything? WHY CAN’T I FEEL ANYTHING?

So many things happen while walking The metal in my head clangs and clings as I walk Freaks my balance out

We walk down the street of a Danish neighborhood. I ask her the price of the average house there, because part of me wants to leave everything behind and buy one. Never go back. Be free from the environment that is slowly killing me.

Perhaps I could have if I were normal. I wish I were normal.

There is no purpose to this story, no moral like the others, no clever subtext, I think. Open ended. Multiple choice. I stare at my computer. She is downstairs. She’s sorry she feels this way. I’m sorry too. She tells me to stop saying sorry. I am drowning, I can’t feel anything. I can’t make it stop. Please make it stop so I can enjoy this as I should.

And I know you'll never believe I play as though I’m alright If life is but a dream, Wake me

Dinner with the family, “dig in,” he says. Watching television with her father. There’s a reality TV show on about a spoiled teenager bawling at her parents because they got her the wrong color Porsche. 

“That is what is wrong with so many people in America,” I tell him. I am dying inside but there is still some flicker of intelligence left.  “They think if they buy more things, the things will make them happy. They’re trying to fill a hole they made for themselves that will never be filled.” I raise my fist to my chest, over my heart. “But they forget what’s in here. They are already complete, and always were.”

It was something I’d written years ago. 

The last time I saw her father, I told him “until next time”. I will never meet him again.

Underwater is another life Disregarding every myth we write Rag doll churning Eagerly alive

“What about us?” she says. I look at the wall in front of me, which doesn’t seem real at all.

I am standing outside in the cold with her as the car to take me to the train station waits alongside me to take me away. We kiss in the cold dark of the morning. She does not come with me, she is sick. I wish I could do something to help her but I don’t know how. I can’t even help myself. I wish I could.

The train station is empty and dimly lit, halos around the lights in the mist. I sit there waiting. How long? I can hardly find where to go, my mind is being ripped apart. I am drowning. I tell her I got there OK. Am I dreaming? Am I here? I don’t feel real. None of this is real.

Don’t wake me up again until We're aluminum You hold it in your hands The sun will shine again