#Smokey Tango

[bluesdoodles]

Laura Tate does the Smokey Tango…on the water!

Laura Tate does the Smokey Tango…on the water! Blending a number of genres creating a strong album of selective covers

Bluesdoodles rating: 3 Doodle Paws for blues purists; 4 Doodle Paws if your tastes widen to include blues, jazz, soul and pop…those genres are seamlessly blended together as Laura delivers a very strong album of selective covers and adds her flair and vocal prowess to every one of them.- a wonderful album with a dozen tracks that explore Southern rock, blues, rock and country vibes. Shake The…

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#Bluesdoodles CD Review #Laura Tate #Smokey Tango

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Very long + subjective hc; each of the hermits smell different; for doc its petrichor and ash; like the first rain over charred earth, bdubs, on the other hand, smells like fresh-cut grass and sap.

Redstoners carry a distinct smell that is somewhat reminiscent of ketchup chips, or battery acid, or sour candies... everyone makes up a description for it as they go, and sometimes it changes. If the redstone is activated it also smells different.

Other distinct hermit scents:

Etho - pine trees and nutmeg, along with that smell of clothes just after they came out of the dryer. He tries to cover it with the smell of redstone but the homely smell never quite leaves him.

Tango - Half the time smells like sweat and nightmares, the other half he smells like the ocean breeze even if he's nowhere near the ocean.

Xisuma - He smells like redstone, but less pungent. Most admins do, in fact. After all; they do keep the redstone and farms running smoothly...

Zedaph - Always smells like he rolled through a nice grassy patch; and sometimes he sports matching grass-stains. He also smells like ash and occasionally he smells like fire, this is usually because he's on fire.

Scar - Smells like that dream you had last night that you dont fully remember other than the fact that it had vampires... or was it elves? Either way, he smells like the lost dreams you once kept dear to you, as well as your childhood! As a result, his scent isn't the same for everyone. Ren thinks he smells more like citrus, while doc says its a smokey scent.

Feel free to debate the scents I just used some of our DID sys headmates as a frame of reference, so none of these are correct or incorrect lol-

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#hermitcraft #mod mleem

[watcheraurora]

First Flight

New installment of the Unintentionally-Adopted-a-Kid AU! Direct continuation of "But For This? Absolutely" 5.2k words (almost exactly!)

—

Jimmy woke up to a cold bed. Which was weird because Tango's Blaze blood kept the bed almost uncomfortably warm all night. He rubbed his eyes. There was gold light beyond his closed eyelids, but it wasn't the weak gold of dawn—at least, he didn't think it was. He hadn't felt like he'd had a whole night sleep.

He peeled his eyes open after rubbing the sleep out of them.

Through the windows and balcony door, the light flickered chaotically.

Jimmy bolted up, flung the covers off, ignored Revenge's yowl of protest, and leapt toward the balcony with half-extended wings to keep him slightly aloft. If the ranch was on fire he'd have to grab Skye and Revenge and get out. Tango could walk through fire without getting burnt but he'd need to find him too—

He froze when he saw the source of the flame.

The outpost. Across the wheat fields and animal pens. Across the gorge. The pillar of cobblestone and dark oak inhabited by Illagers.

The whole thing was on fire. Jimmy could feel its heat from the balcony.

He stared with a dropped jaw.

The outpost was far enough away that the burning Illagers running around were tiny, barely visible.

Something bright and blazing swooped in circles around the outpost, little meteors of light shooting from it and hitting the outpost, expanding the flames.

"Tango..." Jimmy breathed.

He climbed up onto the balcony railing, just in his pyjama shorts and no shirt. His wings loosened behind him, tilting like he was going to takeoff. He glanced back over his shoulder into the master bedroom. Revenge was pouting on Tango's side of the bed, grumpy that he'd been woken up by Jimmy's movement.

For the first night in a while, they'd left their bedroom door slightly open to listen for Skye.

He crept back inside, tiptoeing to Skye's new room. He peered in through the tiny gap in the slightly-ajar door.

She was asleep, her ravager plushie clutched in one arm. Lying on her side to keep her wing from further injury. The other side from the one she'd been lying on when Jimmy tucked her in, but she seemed to still be tucked into the blankets.

Tango.

Jimmy's heart melted.

He snuck back, away from the door, and back into the master bedroom. "Keep an eye on her for me, Rev," he whispered to Revenge. Who Mrrped grumpily in response.

Jimmy went back to the balcony, hopping the railing, and hurled himself into the air. His wings beat at the smokey atmosphere and carried him high up until he could dive straight for the outpost, wings tucked in like a bird of prey hunting a target.

"Tango!" he shouted as he plummeted.

His soulmate pulled up short, hovering in the air, Blaze Rods orbiting his head rapidly.

Jimmy twisted and flared his wings, braking. Canary wings couldn't hover like hummingbird wings. He wasn't built for it. So he flapped as slow as he could in a circle around Tango, reaching out and resting his hands on Tango's burning hot shoulders. Tango rotated in place, synced with Jimmy's moving.

"Tango," Jimmy pleaded. "Tango, you have to stop."

Tango's breathing was heavy and his red eyes were glowing, not just reflecting the flames. His jaw was set and his teeth were bared. Illagers were screaming. Jimmy tried to ignore it.

"Tango, look at me. Please," Jimmy pleaded. He waited, flying in slow circles until Tango's gaze fixed on him. "You have to focus. We need to leave. Come on." He slid one hand down from Tango's shoulder to take his hand. His skin was even hotter without his shirt to block the heat—but something in their SoulBond helped Jimmy not get burned from it.

He twisted and shot back toward the ranch house with a beat of his wings. Tango kept up easily, leaving a trail of firelight in their wake.

Instead of landing on the balcony, Jimmy touched down on the rooftop and sat down. He tugged on Tango's hand until the latter sat too. But Jimmy kept tugging.

Tango shook his head. "If I sit in your lap, I'll burn you," he protested softly, reaching a hand up to run it through his hair. It was still flickering bright and fast. A bonfire trying to turn into a wild forest fire.

Jimmy tugged again, insistently.

Until Tango relented and crawled onto Jimmy's lap. "What happened, Tango?" he asked gently, rubbing Tango's arm.

"I... I woke up because Skye was crying. Her grief hit her, I think. I hugged her until she cried herself to sleep. I barely even said anything. I didn't know what to say. And it just hit me how wrong it was for the Illagers to keep a child in a cage and... and I saw red. You know how I am. I had to... I had to..." His red eyes flared with light. "She didn't deserve that. And they didn't deserve to get away with it."

Jimmy took a breath and sighed. "I can't condone what you did. But I do agree with why you did it." He ran one hand up and down Tango's arm.

Tango's hair simmered down to a manageable level and he snuggled himself under Jimmy's chin, closing his eyes. Jimmy held him close, resting his chin in Tango's warm hair. The soft flames licked at his jaw and cheeks, but wouldn't burn him anymore.

They stayed like that as they watched the outpost burn. The cobblestone left behind and the wood absolutely gutted. Dawn was minutes away by the time the biggest flames were truly dying down.

"Grian and Scar are going to be furious," Jimmy mused. "They rather liked the outpost."

"They can deal," Tango growled.

"Whatever happened to rebuilding the ward around the ranch so they couldn't disturb us?"

"This required less magic."

The sun broke over the horizon, just the first peak of its shape. Jimmy sighed again. "Come on. Go catch a little nap while I get breakfast started. We've got a big day of work ahead of us and a new mouth to feed. We better make sure we're prepared."

Tango burrowed deeper into Jimmy's chest. "No nap. Just cuddles."

Jimmy snickered. "I need to go get breakfast started. At least for the little one."

Tango groaned in complaint. "Fiiiiine."

Jimmy laughed softly, scooped Tango up, and fluttered them both down onto the balcony.

Revenge was still asleep on Tango's side of the bed, so Jimmy set Tango down on his own side and slipped out of the master bedroom. He checked on Skye—also still asleep—and headed downstairs.

—

Weeks passed. The Illagers moved on, finding another place somewhere far away to build a new outpost. Ranch work never really stopped, but Jimmy and Tango always took time out of every day to make sure Skye was well cared for. Jimmy worked her up to strengthening the muscles in her broken wing as it healed. Tango taught her how to read and do tiny magic tricks like sparks—with the rule that she wasn't allowed to practice fire magic in the house or the wheat field.

They didn't go into the nearest town often, but supplies sometimes needed to be fetched when they were running low. Every time Jimmy went into town, he took Skye. Just to acclimate her to being around people again. She seemed to handle it well. He bought her a handful of toys so she wouldn't be so bored at the ranch, and took time to whisper to other grownups about whether they knew anything about her parents or guardians. White hair and wings like hers were distinct and genetic. But no one ever seemed to know. Not even Grian, who seemed to always have his fingers in every pie in town.

Usually on the long walk back to the ranch, Jimmy would have her practice her wing strengthening exercises, helping her build up. Often he'd carry her and whatever they'd bought that day most of the way. But he always managed.

Before any of them knew it, Skye had been living on the ranch for six weeks. And according to Tango and his magic, her wing was fully healed and ready to remove the splint for more than just cleaning and preening the feathers. He'd been using his tiny healing spells to assist her natural healing along, since he couldn't do it all in one go.

"Hold still, kiddo," Jimmy said soothingly as he circled around to her back. But he knew better. In typical Avian fashion, she was twitchy and fidgety. He was too. He could remove the splint even with her movements as long as he was careful and gentle.

They both did their best. Skye to stay still, Jimmy to undo the string and sticks that made up the splint. Tango did his best to distract Skye so she held still by doing magic tricks—having discovered Skye was particularly partial to the way he made little candle flames change colors.

As the splint fell away, Jimmy felt his heart twist a little. The wing was atrophied, despite him helping her with exercises to build its strength back up. He sighed.

"Is it bad?" Skye asked quietly.

"Oh, sweetheart. No," he replied warmly.

"Why'd you make that noise then?"

"Just because the muscles still need a lot of work before you'll be able to fly. I'm just sad because I wanted to teach you to fly once the splint came off, but your wing isn't ready yet. And that's fine! We'll keep working on it, yeah?"

"Okay." Skye nodded, small and timid.

Tango tripped forward and crouched down to be on her eye level. "Don't worry, Skye," he said. "Jimmy's good at this. He'll have your wing ready to fly in no time. And he's gonna be the best teacher ever."

"Really?"

Jimmy rubbed the back of his neck, ready to try to set more realistic expectations, but Tango cut him off. "Really-really. I've never seen someone fly as pretty as he does. And he's really sweet and nice and paaatient. Especially with me. So he's gonna be a great flying teacher! And you're such a smart girl—you're gonna learn how to fly so fast." He ruffled her hair.

Skye giggled.

"Are you ready to start making your wing stronger, sweetheart?" Jimmy asked, kneeling beside Tango in front of her.

She nodded enthusiastically.

"Yay! Just follow after me, okay?" Jimmy asked.

Tango got to his feet as Jimmy stretched his wings, moving out of the way. Despite Skye's youth and small size, her wings were big too. Avian wings tended to take up a lot of room when they were unfurled. And Jimmy was so tall that his wings were enormous. So Tango figured it was best to just stay out of their way.

—

Every single day, Skye and Jimmy practiced the exercises. Every day, Skye could do them a little bit longer. Jimmy would even hold her back lightly against his chest and take off flying so that her wings could get stronger from the pressure of wind beneath them. They spent an hour or two every single day building her strength. And when Jimmy needed a rest or a break but Skye was still energetic, Tango would take over with magic lessons.

As time went on, it was hard to remember or even imagine life without her at the ranch. She chased Revenge and played in the wheat and really loved Tango using magic for little fireworks. She smiled big and hugged bigger. A lot of her fears and grief slowly ebbed away.

A few months of exercise every day after her splint came off, Jimmy deemed her ready to fly on her own.

The day before that, he sent for Grian.

Tango could fly as well, of course, but he didn't have wings. And Jimmy insisted that two adult Avians teaching a child to fly was probably for the best. Tango would fly below in case she started to fall so he could catch her, but Jimmy and Grian would be her primary instructors.

Or rather, Jimmy would. Grian's reply to Jimmy's request more or less said if Jimmy would teach, Grian would be there for support.

Which was fine with both Jimmy and Tango.

Jimmy woke bright and early. Moments before dawn. He slipped out of bed—Tango was still asleep—and changed from pyjamas to everyday clothes. He chose a T-shirt instead of a tank top so he could fly without an overshirt on without burning his shoulders. His jeans slid on next.

Tango groaned from the bed.

Jimmy turned.

Tango had rolled to be able to see Jimmy, one arm behind his head, propping it up.

"What?" Jimmy asked, voice shaking in a laugh on the word.

"It's always criminal for you to cover up," Tango said, voice slurred from sleep.

"You couldn't even see anythin'. My wings were in the way."

Tango shrugged. "Still criminal," he said.

Jimmy chuckled, shaking his head to tame his hair and then raking his fingers through it. Tango's red eyes tracked the movements as his tongue poked between his sharp teeth. "Careful," he said. "She's got really keen ears."

"She's young and wouldn't pay that much attention." Tango shrugged. He swung out of bed and approached, folding himself into Jimmy's arms. His skin was unbelievably, comfortably warm. "Why are you dreeeeessed?" Tango complained into Jimmy's chest.

"Because today's the day I teach our girl how to fly."

His wings went stiff as he straightened his spine.

"What is it?" Tango muttered, face still buried in the soft fabric of Jimmy's shirt.

"Nothing, it's just... She is, isn't she?"

"She's what?"

"She's our girl. Not just a... guest."

Tango finally leaned back, a thoughtful quirk to his brow. "Yeah. I guess she is, at this point. No one in town knows anything about her parents. And by her story, it's more likely that they're dead. I doubt they escaped."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?!" The thoughtful look on Tango's face vanished, turning confused and shocked.

"You said you didn't want kids. And we've gone and taken in a six-year-old orphaned Avian."

Tango sighed and rested his cheek against Jimmy's shoulder. "You have nothing to be sorry for, rancher," he said softly. "Life has twists and turns that we never see coming. I didn't want kids. I was happy to just spend my life with you and our friends. But now that she's been here for so long and we've made space in our life and our home for her, she's just part of it. This place wouldn't be complete without her anymore." He sighed as Jimmy ran his hand through Tango's hair. "And I'm happy with that. Gosh—I can't even put into words how much I love watching you interact with her. You're such a good dad."

Jimmy's wings twitched. He hadn't even thought of himself as a dad. "Thanks," he said quietly.

Tango sucked in a deep, reluctant breath. "Time to get ready so the lessons can commence?"

"Time to get ready to get chores done before lessons can commence," Jimmy replied.

"Oh, right. Silly of me." Tango backed up toward the bed, away from the wardrobe. Before catching Jimmy by the shoulders and pulling him back down onto the bed. Jimmy managed to suppress a startled squawk. He always forgot how strong Tango's slight frame was.

"Wait—Tango—I just got dressed—" Jimmy protested as Tango crawled up the bed so their heads were even.

Tango smirked, teeth glinting in the light of his fire hair. "And you can get dressed again in a little bit," he whispered. "When I built her room, I double-lined the walls so we could make noise without disturbing her."

The door to their bedroom clicked shut quietly with Tango's red magic swirling around it. A sound dampening spell.

Jimmy smiled. "If you insist," he said.

Tango hesitated. "If you really don't want to, we don't have to. I just—"

"No, no. I've changed my mind. Get down here and kiss me."

Tango's lopsided grin grew wider. "Don't have to tell me twice," he said lowly.

—

"Right. Are we getting started?" Grian asked, looking a bit impatient. He stood on the front path with his hands on his hips and his parrot wings fluffed up behind him.

Tango looked normal as he exited the ranch house with Skye on his shoulders, but Jimmy was rapidly trying to straighten out his shirt and jeans. Grian's dark eyes flicked between the two of them, bounced an eyebrow, and looked toward the sky while Jimmy fought off a blush.

"Yep-yep," Tango said, hauling Skye off his shoulders while she giggled. He set her down on the ground.

Grian knelt to be at her eye-level. "You're Skye, right?" he asked.

She nodded, her white hair in its pigtail braids taking on a warm gold sheen in the sunlight.

"I'm Grian." He smiled gently. "I'm Jimmy's, er, brother." He wasn't, but it was easier for her to understand that. "I'm going to help him teach you how to fly." He ruffled his own wings. Skye peeked at them and gave him a timid smile.

"Alright!" Jimmy exclaimed, clapping and rubbing his hands together. "Shall we get this going?" He smiled at Skye and knelt down. "Ready to fly, sweetheart?"

She nodded.

"Tim, our wings are too long. We can't hold her hands for this," Grian said.

"I know. I'm going to hold her to my chest. And slowly loosen up. You and Tango will keep an eye on her from below in case she starts to fall. I'll hold onto her from above."

"Better than how Jimmy learned," Tango muttered under his breath sarcastically.

Grian had essentially pushed Jimmy off a cliff to teach him how to fly.

Jimmy held Skye's hand. It was shaking a little. "Okay, kiddo. We're going to teach you how to fly first, then how to land, and then how to take off. And it's not going to be easy. And it might take a while. But you're such a strong, smart girl that I know you're going to be okay."

Skye nodded.

"You wanna hand Mr. Snuffles to Tango?" Jimmy asked.

Skye looked down at the ravager plushie in her arm, up at Tango, back at the plushie, and then held it out.

"I'll keep him nice and safe for you, Skye," Tango reassured her. She nodded.

"Okay." Jimmy stood up. "Come stand on my feet and spread your wings like we've been doing for the last couple months."

Skye went over and did as instructed. Jimmy bent down and put his arms around her middle, minding her wings to not crush the feathers but holding her tight.

"Grian?" Jimmy invited.

Grian turned around, bent his knees, snapped out his wings, and flapped them down, hurling himself into the sky.

Skye's deep blue eyes widened as she watched. "Wooow!"

"You'll get there too, Skye. I promise," Jimmy said. "Now hold on tight."

She grabbed onto his arms with her little hands. He hoisted her up against his chest and ran down the path, his wings and hers gathering air beneath them.

Jimmy swept his wings down. The downdraft sent wheat in the field rolling away as he launched.

Skye squealed. Usually on takeoff, her wings were furled and Jimmy held her protectively. This was the first time her wings had been extended for takeoff. Jimmy smiled. She seemed okay—excited, even—which was good.

"See how my wings are moving?" Jimmy called over the wind. She nodded. "Try to move yours the same way!"

Grian swooped around the two of them. Tango flew along below, a soft trail of fire left behind him.

Skye moved her wings, face scrunched as she tried to copy how Jimmy flapped. Grian angled and came to rest in formation just below one of Jimmy's wings. Which prevented Jimmy from flapping if he didn't want to smack Grian, but he could glide for a bit. "You can't just move your wings up and down," Grian instructed. "You have to push the air with them."

Jimmy peered around Skye to check her facial expression. She looked confused.

He squeezed her around the middle. "Remember when you climbed onto the kitchen counter yesterday? And you beat your wings down to help boost you up?"

She nodded.

"That's what he's talking about. We've got instincts for flying—for how to flap our wings. You gotta listen to those too."

She nodded again. This time when she flapped, there was real intention behind the power of the movement.

"Yes! That's it!" Jimmy praised.

She squealed. "I felt something!"

"That's the wind in your feathers, for real!"

She beamed at Grian, then twisted to look at Jimmy. "Am I flying?"

"Not yet! You have to keep doing that in order to stay in the air."

"But you're not?"

"No. I'm gliding. And that takes just as much strength to hold your wings against the wind like this. But if Grian would move—" the comment was directed in Grian's direction, "—I'd be able to flap and get higher up."

Grian twisted his head and stuck his tongue out. Jimmy did the same. Skye laughed.

But Grian took the hint and dipped one wing, sweeping away from the path of Jimmy's wings and then churning the air hard and shooting higher.

Jimmy flapped much softer, gaining altitude slowly. "Follow what I do, Skye," he instructed. "Feel the wind beneath your feathers!"

She flapped in sync with him, gasping each time the wind filled her wings like sails. They climbed higher, nearing the clouds.

"Alright. I'm going to loosen my hold around you. But I won't let go. I just want you to feel what it's like to keep yourself aloft on your own," Jimmy said. Skye's eyes widened. "You'll be okay. I won't let you fall. I'll still hold on to you."

He adjusted his grip so he was no longer using his arms to keep her against his chest. Instead, he wrapped his hands around her ribs and extended his arms a little so her wings were no longer touching him.

Skye screamed.

Tango's fire burned brighter and he shot up to them. "What's going on?" he called.

"She's flying on her own, sorta!" Jimmy shouted back. "I'm holding on so she doesn't fall, but she's keeping herself up!"

Tango nodded and slowly lowered to be about halfway between the trio of Avians and the ground.

Skye had stopped screaming and started concentrating. Jimmy could feel in the way she frantically flapped that she actually was keeping herself aloft. His grip was loose enough that he wasn't actually maintaining her, more meant to tighten if she started to fall. He kept his own flapping minimal. The size and power of his wings compared to hers meant one wingbeat from him would send him another ten feet up in the air while she only gained maybe two. And he didn't want to drag her around. So he did barely enough to keep himself consistent above her.

Grian noticed. He swooped and came to a glide directly above Jimmy. "Pass her to me," Grian called. "My wings are smaller."

Jimmy's face blanched.

"Tim, I won't let her fall. I promise," Grian said.

Jimmy sucked in a sharp breath. "Skye!" he called, gathering her close to him again. "Tuck in your wings. I'm passing you to Grian."

Her wings furled closer to her back. Grian held his arms out, hands splayed to take her.

Jimmy hated lateral passing of anything in the air, but given it was Skye—he was terrified. He kissed her hair, snapped his wings inward, and rolled so his back was facing the ground. Immediately he started to plummet. Skye's braids dangling above them. She screamed again.

Grian swooped and snatched her out of Jimmy's arms, tucking her against his soft red jumper.

Jimmy flipped back around and snapped his wings out, letting them fill with air and stop his descent. With a whoop, he rocketed skyward, tucking his wings halfway in a spin.

Grian assumed the same position with Skye that Jimmy had done once she got her wings sorted out, holding her by the ribs.

"Watch how he flies," Grian said to her, his own dark eyes tracking Jimmy as his smaller parrot wings swept through the air in perfect sync with Skye's. "See how he doesn't think about it too much? We have to let the wind take us. Tango can fly in a different way. The wind doesn't really affect him. But for us, the wind is everything. We have to ride it. Let it guide us."

"Tango said Jimmy flies pretty," Skye said to Grian. Her voice was quiet over the wind, but Grian could hear her.

That made him actually smile. "He does," Grian agreed. "See how big his wings are?"

"Uh-huh." She nodded.

"That's because he's tall. Big and strong. His wings have to be really big to get him off the ground. And despite that, he's still really good at moving in the air. Look at the way he spins. He doesn't need to, he just likes the feeling." Grian's grip on Skye loosened a little more. "Close your eyes, Skye. Just for a few seconds. I've got you. Feel the wind in your wings. Feel how it moves through your hair and flutters your shirt. Focus on just the wind. Hold your wings nice and strong. Flap up and down. That's it. You're doing great. Breathe, kiddo."

Grian let her go, but kept his hands hovering inches from her to snatch her if she started to dip.

"Open your eyes, Skye," Grian said.

She opened them again, not seeming to notice he wasn't holding onto her anymore. Far, far below, the ranch had been left far, far behind. The burnt husk of the outpost was a speck on the horizon behind them.

And Skye was flying on her own. Completely.

Grian knew Jimmy. His heart was so full of love and care—and fear of losing those he cared about. He never would have released his hold on Skye.

But Grian knew she had to spread her wings and fly on her own. It was the only way to really learn for an Avian child. So he'd had to take over. And give Jimmy just enough time to see him holding onto her that he'd trust Grian enough to look away long enough to show off. Tango was also correct: Jimmy did fly pretty. Enormous gold-yellow feathers shimmery in the sunlight—he flew like a dance.

Jimmy's flight feathers had matured late. He hadn't learned to fly until he was maybe twice as old as Skye. He hadn't learned how to fly the traditional way, since he'd been strong enough to do everything on his own from the get-go. And he still flew like he'd never learned to take it for granted.

But Grian had been young. And he remembered learning with his dad letting go of him midair. His own flying was far more practical and less pretty.

Still, watching Jimmy fly was always fun. He took such joy in it.

Grian's eyes snapped to Skye's wings the moment he saw their flapping weaken. He scooped her ribs back into his hands and brought her a little closer to him. "Getting tired?"

She nodded.

"Alright," he said. "I'll teach you how to land. You're going to want to hit the ground running, okay? It'll hurt your knees less until you learn more advanced techniques."

She nodded.

Grian held her tighter, but still let her glide, as he beat the air and pulled up alongside Jimmy. "Tim! Landing time!"

Jimmy looked at Skye's glittering white wings, then Grian's eyes, then nodded. "I'll tell Tango." He twisted into a sharp dive, wings held close.

Grian talked Skye through angling her wings to start descending. The loose hairs that had escaped her pigtail braids were snapping with the wind as they turned back toward the ranch and started a long, slow descent. Tango stayed below them, but Jimmy shot up to brush wingtips with Grian the whole way down.

They took the descent angle so shallow that they were nearly over the gorge between the ranch and the outpost when the ground seemed near enough to touch.

Grian helped Skye slow down by angling her wings upward to fill with air and brake before gently running into their landing together. Jimmy dropped out of the sky and landed before just running after them down the path.

Tango swooped overhead and dropped to the ground in front of Grian and Skye. She squealed and ran at Tango, Grian letting her go, and threw her arms around him. "I did it! Did you see me? I did it! I flew!" she exclaimed, her wings fluttering behind her, half-furled, as Tango held onto her.

"I saw, I saw! You did so good!" Tango replied.

Jimmy stopped right next to Grian, wrapping an arm around his friend's shoulders. "Thank you," he said softly.

Grian smiled. "Of course."

Jimmy's hold tightened. "If you ever let go of her again—"

Grian laughed, not surprised that Jimmy had noticed after all. "You'll what?" he challenged. "She needed it, and she was fine. She was safe. I'd never let her fall." His own wings twitched. "You learnt late, Tim. I learnt when I was her age. I knew she'd be fine. Avian children all have to learn to fly on their own eventually. Our parents aren't always there to hold onto us."

Jimmy glowered, but there was a softness to his eyes. "I know. She's just... she's so precious."

"And because she is, I'd never let her fall."

Jimmy gave Grian a proper hug. "Thank you."

"Sure. Now I've got to get back before Scar burns down the Keep." Grian hugged Jimmy back, and broke out of the embrace. "Skye? I'm going to go. Can I have a hug goodbye? It's okay if no."

But Skye let go of Tango and ran at Grian, her wings flaring out to give her a little boost to jump into his arms. He laughed and held her tight.

"You did so good today," he said softly into her hair. "Tango and Jimmy are very proud of you. And so am I."

She smiled. "Thank you!"

He ruffled her hair. "Get some rest so you can keep learning tomorrow." He let her go and backed up a few paces. "Don't have too much fun without me!" His wings snapped out and he launched skyward, disappearing over the horizon.

Jimmy scooped Skye up, cradling her to his chest. "You did it!" he said. She squealed. "You flew! You're such a big girl!"

She giggled. "Did I do good?"

"You did great!"

Tango laughed. "Shall we head inside and get something to eat to celebrate? I might make a cake."

Skye gasped. "Cake? Please? Please? Pretty pleeease?"

Tango kissed Skye's hair. "Yep!"

"Yay!"

The three of them went inside the ranch house, laughing the whole way.

#trafficshipping #solidaritek #jimmy solidarity #Tango Tek #TangoTek #Team Ranchers #Team Rancher #Rancher Duo #Aurora Writes #Rory Writes #it's funny because in my other big fandom I'm known for an AU where I gave all the main characters kids #and yet i don't actually really get baby fever #like my husband and i don't know if we want kids but I keep giving fictional characters children lol

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LUNATIC III

Summary:

Halloween night at Sins.

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This chapter is hella long! As I was writing more and more just kept getting added that made sense and so I kept it in. I thought about making it a 2 part but decided to hell with that! This chapter has been one of my favorites to write so far and I hope you enjoy it as well. *Fair warning: There is knife play as well as a little blood play in this chapter. There be some torture as well. ALSO...Sex work IS real work. If you can't get with that, please kindly leave as this fic is sex and sex worker positive :) Happy Reading!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @unowakot

“Come one! Come all! To Sins Debaucherous Carnival!” Your voice proclaims across the entryway, out into the autumn air where a line has formed as far as around the corner. The video continues, your voice entrancing the waiting patrons. 

“Tis Hallows Eve and the night is young. Prepare yourselves for a night of raucous fun! From spooky sexy skeletons, to our sirens sensual song, let your darkness be your guide as you travel the sins of the flesh we provide. Muahahaha.” 

The team, having decided to celebrate, take in the entryway and swarm of bodies as they make their way to the main stage, where your act for the night is set to begin.

The atmosphere in the club is a bit darker tonight. The lights are dimmer and the wait staff look ghoulishly delicious, in varying shades of death. They arrive at their booth and settle in, anxious to see what you have in store for the audience tonight.

El Tango de Roxanne begins to play as the curtains open and a lone red spotlight centers on a single bed. The only other light comes from a lone window, in which the shadow of a well built man can be seen.

The spotlight fades to dimmed stage lights as you enter stage left followed by August, the perfect partner for this tango of tortured love. You're dressed in a skin tight black dress with a slit up to the waist on one side. Hair loose and wild. Dark smokey makeup adorns your face as matte black stiletto nails dipped in crimson grace your fingers. August is clad in a maroon button down, black slacks and gray suspenders. Hair disheveled and a scowl on his handsome face.

Clearly an argument is happening and as the song progresses and builds the fight turns violent. You pull a switchblade from your garter and point it at August. He scoffs, determined that you wouldn't have the balls to cut him. He takes a step too close and you lash out on instinct, slashing his pectoral, ruining his shirt as blood quickly rises to the surface. 

He looks down in disbelief at the minor flesh wound. He reaches for you as you try to back away, catching your dress and ripping it from your body, exposing the black laced lingerie beneath. He tosses it to the side as you stand in shock for only a moment. That pause was all he needed to reach up and intertwine his fingers in your hair, pulling you in close to his body to dominate you with a kiss. 

You lose yourself in his power, succumbing to the scorching chemistry you’ve always had. You cant let him think he’s won once again. The time to take your power back is now. You have places to be and people depending on you. Without wasting another moment you climb him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, providing yourself enough leverage to bite down on his neck, taking him by surprise yet again. 

He walks forward until he can slam you against the wall, pinning you with his hips, dislodging you from his throat. You stare up at his darkened blue eyes, panting as you lower your hands to the bulge in his slacks, palming him once before undoing his button and zipper. Pulling him out, you give his thick length a couple strokes, spreading his leaking precum down his shaft. 

Wrapping your legs around his waist you pull him close as you tilt your hips and use your body weight to turn you around, his back now against the wall. He grabs the globes of your ass so you don’t fall as he pulls your panties to the side, allowing you to impale yourself on his rigid cock.

You begin to grind and ride him hard, unleashing all your pent up hurt and anguish on his impressive body. You hate that you ever let yourself love this man. One who thinks he can own you and control your every move. No more. It’s time for this little witch to fly. 

It's a volatile seduction of limbs and flesh. Your claws rake down his chest as he tries to get his dominance back but is thwarted by your overwhelming need to consume him. Your other hand gripping his hair and holding him where you want him as you devour his mouth.

You end up allowing him to take you to the bed. He lets you remain on top, enjoying the view. As your climax nears you wrap your small hands around his thick neck and begin choking him. He doesn't resist as he is on the precipice of his own release, that is until you both reach your end and you add pressure to his windpipe. He tries to buck you off but his efforts become weaker the longer he is deprived of oxygen until he loses consciousness. 

You remove yourself from his prone frame, fix your panties, grab a dress from the closet, and check yourself in the mirror on the wall before heading to the window. You throw it open, kissing the stranger on the balcony who pulls you through. He leans down to grab a bag at his side and proceeds to cart you away into the night. 

Lights fade to black and the audience bursts out in uproarious applause.

Your favorite reusable bottle, full of ice cold h2o, is placed in your hand by Walter as you catch your breath backstage. You gulp down the cool liquid as he pushes a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear.

“That was intense, Bug.” He caresses your cheek, running his thumb along your bottom lip as you remove the bottle, capturing an errant drop of water, returning it to your tongue. “It looked like my brother's black soul left his body when you both came.”

You feel arms wrap around you from behind. “It practically did.” August confesses to his brother as he lays a light kiss on your neck. “Granted it’s an emotionally charged number as is, something was certainly different tonight.” 

He backs up and begins removing his bloodied shirt, exposing his hairy, muscle bound torso. “I wonder if it had anything to do with you being told that the Avengers had just been seated at the booth you had permanently set aside for them.”

“Ah, yes. Earth's mightiest have taken a liking to our little Nyx.” Walter looks down to see you shooting daggers his way. “Seems the reverse can be said. Wade must be losing his mind.” They both laugh.

You take the washcloth from August's hand before he can clean his chest, drop your panties, step out of them and proceed to remove his spend from your body. “You know how I am. A glutton for all things that bring me pleasure.” You toss the cloth back to August. “Thor proved himself as mighty as to be believed and I would be lying if I said I didn't want a taste of them all.” You shrug.

“I know you well, darling. Always on the hunt for the one thing that may finally quench your thirst.” August imparts, as he places your right hand on the damp blood still staining his chest. “I also know that look in your eyes. You’re looking to lose yourself tonight. Need the release subspace brings.” He lifts your chin to catch your hooded eyes. “Been in control of everything for too long getting ready for tonight's carnival. Fuck, you had me practically bowing at your feet on stage.”

Walter cages you in against his brother. “Usually we’d drag you back to your suite and take you apart until we get you nice and floaty.” He kisses your shoulder. “Then I’d run you a bath and bring you back up to the land of the living.” He runs a hand up your thigh. “But I don’t think we’ll be enough for you tonight Ladybug.”

He looks at his brother, having one of those silent conversations they’re known for, before they both take a step away from you. “Let’s see how well these heroes can handle our favorite little hellion.”

Your bottom lip starts to protrude. August grips your chin quickly between his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t even attempt to pout, Darling.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips. “If they can’t provide you with what you so thoroughly need, you know where to find us. We’re only ever a call away.” 

He releases you and sends you on your way out to the main room with a swat to your ass.

“Give em hell, Bug!” Walter shouts followed by laughter as the door closes behind you.

You find the team with ease, clearly enjoying themselves and the libations your faithful staff have provided. It’s a sight to see them with relaxed postures and smiles abound. As you saunter over, you can’t help but notice the power emanating in waves off of the two former assassins, book-ending Steve.

As if sensing your presence, or quite possibly your arousal coating your skin, Bucky glances your way, tracking your movement to the table. “I see you all are enjoying yourselves.”

“Nyx! Just the woman we were drooling over.” Tony jests.

“Your performance did have me salivating.” Thor raises his large stein. “The control in which you have on your body is to be admired and I would not balk at a chance to explore it yet again. Perhaps to test its boundaries this time.”

“Always the charmer, Odinson.” You smile in his direction.

“Down puppy. Let the rest of us get a chance before you go in for seconds.” Clint barks out.

“Speaking of.” Tony interjects. “I know we just watched you have a good ol time up on stage. You look fantastic when you come by the way.” He winks. “But are you up for a little playtime this evening? Or are you too busy running the joint?”

You wriggle your finger for Tony to come closer. “Oh I’m done for the night. My staff has everything under control. I’m not leaving the premises, so if anything goes wrong they know where to find me.”

“And where will that be, doll?” Buck asks, locking eyes with you.

“In the Sanguine Suite of course.” You say nonchalantly.

“The blood suite.” Natasha quirks a brow. “That sounds like a party waiting to happen.”

“You’re welcome to join me.” You stare her down. “Only if you promise to bring you sharpest knife and the White Wolf with you.” 

“So the name isn't just a clever moniker.” Bucky states.

“Well it is clever, but no, it is certainly more than just a name.” You bite your lip.

“So the woman who derives pleasure from pain also likes to get bloody in bed. Giving or receiving?” Nat, having gotten up from the booth, asks of you. 

“Depends on my mood really.” You graze a finger along her collarbone. “I’ve already drawn blood tonight though.”

You notice Bucky approaching you both from the side. “That could only mean you are looking for a little hematic release then.” You nod your head. “We can certainly provide that for you, doll.”

“I won’t make it easy on you Wolfy.” You declare.

“Wouldn’t dream of it any other way.” He responds.

Nat leans in and gives you a sensual yet dominating kiss. Making your brain melt and your insides go gooey already. She pulls away, holding you steady as you sway on your weak legs. “Lead the way Malyshka.”

With a quick look to the table, you spot Steve with a wide grin on his face. “Have fun, dollface. Don’t worry bout us. I’m sure we can find something to entertain ourselves with.”

“Everything is on the house tonight. So please do enjoy yourselves. And if I don’t see you before the mornings light, I bid you a blessed Hallows Eve.” You grab Bucky's metal hand with yours and link your other arm with Nat’s as you begin your trek back to your personal suite.

“Welcome to my home away from home. Honestly I spend more time than I would like crashing here.” You let them in. “If I’m not out satisfying my thirst for vengeance, using Tartarus for it’s intended purposes, I usually work so late that I’m too tired to make it to my loft. Plus the bed is fantastic.” 

“Looks it.” Nat agrees. 

“Have a look around. Make yourselves comfortable. Get acquainted with the space. I'm still a bit of a mess from my performance. Sticky with sweat, among other things. I’m just going to wash the night away so the fun can begin. I’ll leave the door open. You’re more than welcome to join.” You give your most innocent smile, mischievous eyes giving you away.

Nat wastes no time following you into the bathroom. “Here let me.” She runs her fingers up your arms, pushing the straps down as she reaches your shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor. She looks down and quirks a brow. “Your panties seem to be missing. I distinctly remember you leaving the stage with them on.”

“Everything about August is large. Down to the size of his loads.” You state. “Not to mention, the viscosity. I didn't feel like walking around with it slowly trailing down my thighs, so I did a quick cleanup and decided to air dry.” 

You smile sweetly at her as she reaches around and unclasps your bra with one hand. “Let’s see if he left anything behind shall we.” Her dainty fingers traverse up your inner thigh, slapping each one to get you to spread them, before sinking her middle finger to the knuckle into your dampened folds. 

She pumps her hand a few times, crooking her finger to reach all the good spots, making you weak in the knees already. Pulling out she raises her wet hand between you. “Well would you look at that, it’s all you.” 

“Thor can’t stop talking about how amazing she tastes.” Bucky speaks from the door frame. “Is it true, doll?” 

Nat licks her finger clean, moaning as your essence coats her tongue. “Fuck that’s good.”

“Guess I’m going to have to find out for myself.” He steps into the bathroom. “Turn around. Hands on the counter and present that dripping little cunt for me, doll.”

You easily comply, bending over the counter, ass high in the air, weeping pussy on full display.

He stands behind you, catching your eyes in the mirror before lowering himself to his knees. Placing his hands on your hips, the cool of the metal soothing your heated skin, he leans forward and runs his thick tongue slowly from clit to slit and back again. “I don’t think his words did you justice, doll. If I’m not too careful, I could find myself addicted to your taste on my tongue. I think I may be ruined already.”

You remain in place and just whimper at his words. “Someone is feeling subby.” Nat mentions. “She hasn’t moved an inch since you commanded her to present for you.” She looks at Bucky.

“That what you need tonight, doll? To surrender? Feel that loss of control?” Bucky asks.

“Yes.” You whisper out. “Yes, I just want to float away.”

“We can provide that for you.” Nat states. “Let’s set some guidelines before we begin.” You and Bucky both nod. “Good. We can go over them while you shower if you still wish to do so.”

“I do. Muscles are still tense.” You reply.

Bucky starts the shower, checks the temp, lifts you up and places you inside. “Wash up, but leave your hair dry if possible please.” He hands you a hair tie from around his wrist for you to do so.

“Okay. Now. Let’s clarify what is happening here.” He starts. “You want to partake in a scene where Nat or I…”

“Both.” You quickly squeak out.

He chuckles. “Where Nat and I Dom you. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” You nod.

“Great.”

“Anything specific you would like to have happen? Safewords?” Nat asks.

“I use the traffic light system for scenes. Simplest for all parties to remember.” You lather up your body. “And I do have a certain kink in mind that I would love to have utilized if you're comfortable with it.”

“Which kink would that be, doll?”

“I think I have an inkling.” Nat teases.

“Knife play. If getting a little bloody isn't an issue for you.” You look at them. “I wouldn't be opposed to being tied down at your mercy either.”

You watch the tent rise further in Bucky’s jeans. “I can most certainly accommodate that for you.” He twirls his favorite knife around his fingers.

“This is going to be fun.” Nat responds. “Anything else?”

“No that’s pretty much it.”

“Great. Now hurry up and rinse off.” Bucky states as he goes to grab a towel. “You’re to dry off and wait for us to call you into the room.” He pulls you to him by the back of your head and kisses you for the first time, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. “Marks?”

“Nothing permanent please.”

“Understandable.” He kisses you once more and heads back into the room to set up. Nat places a light kiss to your lips then follows.

You’re standing, wrapped in a towel, waiting impatiently for your admittance back into your bedroom.   

Måneskins I Wanna Be Your Slave starts playing from the bluetooth speakers hidden throughout the suite.

I see they took the time to inspect the space before play. They seem to have done this together before. I’m curious how this will all pan out. Lucky for them I’m not feeling too bratty tonight.

“Alright, Doll. Time for you to come on out.” Bucky projects just loud enough to be heard over the speakers. “Leave the towel behind.”

You drop the towel, take a deep calming breath to sooth the anxious, excited energy coursing through your body and step into the room. 

The lights have been turned to their sensual setting. I see they found the control center. I’m not surprised. They are both assassins after all.

Nat steps up to you, ghosting a hand down the center of your torso, surveying your inked skin and stopping just above your mound. “Sit on the edge of the bed. Hands, palms up on your thighs.” 

She steps aside as you make your way over to your king size bed, noting the red rope tied to the normally hidden hooks in your headboard. You seat yourself on the dark gray silk sheets, letting the cool fabric calm your heated skin as you place your hands on your thighs, eyes cast to the floor on instinct.

“Would you look at that Bucky.” Nat casually states. “I didn't even have to instruct her to keep her head down. What a good girl.”

You feel the warmth radiating from your center, bump up a notch at her praise.

“I knew she would be the perfect little sub.” He replies. “All that control. All of the time.” He lifts your chin up with his metal fingers. “That bratty attitude. The need to fight back. Make ‘em earn your submission.”

You catch the glint of his switchblade as he twirls it in his flesh hand. “When in reality you're just waiting for the right Dominate. Or two. To come make you feel safe enough to just give in.” He runs the knife down your stretched throat. “Am I right, doll?”

“Yes, Sir.” You whisper out.

“Good, girl.” He presses the edge of the blade in just enough to cut the skin and a small well of blood to seep out before he removes it completely. “Now. You're going to take those dainty little fingers and undress us.” He instructs. “Every piece of skin you expose you will kiss. Understood?”

You nod your head. “Yes, Sir.”

With surprisingly steady hands you reach forward, sliding your hands under his shirt pulling up as far as your seated position will allow. He bends forward and allows you to pull his shirt off the rest of the way. You toss it to the side as he returns to standing, being sure to follow his command and lay gentle kisses to his flesh.

You glide your hands along his abdominal muscles, enjoying the tickle of his happy trail against your palms as you make your way to his waist band. You undo his belt, leaving it open as you pull his zipper down, allowing his pants to drop to his ankles. You admire the generous dick print straining against his boxer briefs, demanding to be released. You tuck your fingers in the elastic band and drag the fabric down his thick thighs, licking your lips as the thickness of him is exposed, a drop of precum glistening on the tip.

“As tempting as that pretty mouth is, I’ll have to try it out another night.” Bucky tells you. “You're doing such a good job. Be sure to treat Nat with the same care.”

“Yes, Sir.” You watch him take a step back to allow Natasha to stand before you, as he goes about removing his boots.

You repeat the same process to remove her clothing. Allowing yourself to indulge in the feeling of her soft, supple skin against yours. You took your time peeling her red lace bra down her arms, mouth watering at the sight of her exposed breasts. Your anticipation has been ratcheting with each kiss you’ve placed upon her silky skin.

As you go to remove her matching thong, you can’t help the small smile that teases your mouth at the sight of the dampened fabric. You chance a look up at her face. “All your doing Malyshka. You can go ahead and be proud.”

Your smile widens as you pull the wet fabric down her legs and take in the small triangle patch of red curls pointing you towards her exquisite pussy. 

She runs a finger along your bottom lip and pulls your attention back to her face. “Lay back on the bed sweet girl. Head resting on a pillow, arms up by your ears.”

You place yourself in the requested position and wait on bated breath as you feel the bed dip on either side of you.

You watch with bated breath as they both take a hand, securing you to the ropes attached to the headboard. They make the knots tight enough to feel, but able to quickly be released if the need arises. You also notice the amount of give you’re provided with allows for some movement while still remaining securely locked in.

You legs remain free, which you are thankful for as Bucky leans down to give you a deep sensual kiss, groaning as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth before sitting back up to reveal Nat holding a Wartenberg Pinwheel to your right. “What’s your color, doll?”

“Green.” You sigh out as you clench your thighs together.

“Great.” He ghosts his flesh hand down your torso, stopping to pinch your left nipple. “I’ll let Nat have her fun with these beauties.” He pinches the other nipple so that both are now standing at attention. 

He trails his fingers down your belly until they graze over your mound, surpassing your slick soaked folds and teasing along your inner thighs. “I have my eyes set on decorating another set of anatomy.” You watch as he picks up the blade sitting beside him, running his thumb along the sharp edge.

While you are mesmerized by the way the light reflects off the polished silver, Nat takes the opportunity of your distraction to run the pinwheel down your chest with just enough pressure to have you gasping out. “You're a responsive little one. This is going to be even more fun than I thought it would be.”

“This is going to be quite the sensory overload for you.” Bucky states as he teases the knife across your inner thighs. You want to squeeze them, but doing so would take away all the tingly sensations the cold steel is providing you with.

Sensory overload was a correct assumption on Buckys part. You nerve endings have come alive with each passing graze from each instrument. There’s a hitch in your breath as Nat begins to circle your areolas, skirting fully across your nipple with some added pressure every once in a while. You close your eyes, tilt your head back and just let yourself bask in the torturous teasing.

As soon as you find a sense of peace, the temperature of the scene gets taken up a notch. Having had his fill of teasing Bucky asks you once again. “Color?”

“Green, Sir. So green.” You hum out.

With a quick flick of his wrist, he creates a shallow cut along the meatiness of your inner thigh. It’s small, just barely breaking the skin, not enough to leave a scar but enough to leave you reminders of this night for days to come. You squeak out at the sudden jolt of pain.

Bucky leans forward, running his tongue along the small trickle of blood seeping from the fresh wound before latching his mouth around it and sucking a bruise into the flesh surrounding. You’re really turning into a mess now. You try to squeeze your thighs together but he just places his shoulders taut so they stay in place. 

Nat consumed by the sinful display in front of her, applies more pressure to the pinwheel playing beneath your breasts, leaving some marks of her own as she take a nipple into her mouth and bites down as she teases the tip with her tongue.

If you were a mess of sensations before you're a catastrophe by now. Whimpering and panting as you give in to that lovely pleasurable pain.

Bucky tilts his head back, admiring his marks on your left thigh for a moment. “Color?”

“Still. Green.” You whimper out.

“Perfect.” He then proceeds to repeat the same process to your right thigh as Nat switches to your neglected nipple. Each one ignoring your very aching pussy.

You're experiencing the sweetest torture, on the verge of begging one of them just to touch your pulsating cunt. You swear your heartbeat and clit have synchronized.

“Mmm, look at the mess you're making, doll.” Bucky states as he sits back on his knees. “Your sweet little pussy is just drooling all over these silk sheets. Got me hard as a fucking rock over here.” He squeezes the base of his cock and looks over to Nat. “I wonder how wet you’ve made Nat.”

“There’s only one real way to find out.” She responds, moving closer to your prone frame and throwing a leg over your chest, leaning forward, placing her hands on either side of your waist, allowing you to witness her soaked pussy and damp thighs.

“So, wet.” You whimper out, wishing you could run a finger along her folds.

“Go ahead and give it a taste, Malyshka. Show me what that tongue can do.” Nat requests. “I know I’m going to get myself a snack. Let’s see who lasts the longest.”

“Yes, Miss.” You quickly reply, as she backs up and places herself practically on your chin. As soon as she settles you get to work, licking her essence off of her folds before sucking her swollen little nub into your mouth, humming and creating a powerful combo between your vibrations and suction.

“Oh, fuck your good at that.” She moans out, distracted by your talents until Bucky touches her cheek, reminding her of her current challenge.

That was all she needed to lower her head and get to work unraveling you with her tongue. She refrained from using her fingers, wanting to add on to your desperation to be filled. Your tongue was on another level and she was having a harder time than she believed she would trying to get you to the finish line first.

It was time to pull out your nifty little party trick that has had many a vulva owner losing themselves on your tongue.

You can feel her thighs begin to tremble as she tries to keep it together and not cross the finish line first. This spurs you on further, the need to taste her orgasm on your tongue stronger than the need to find release yourself. 

She lifts her head from between your thighs and lets out an uncontrollable moan as she stills above you. You feel her slick coat your tongue and trickle down your chin as you revel in besting the Black Widow. Her cum all the sweeter on your tongue. 

“ Fuck that looked intense.” Bucky states, checking in on a panting Nat. “Need a minute?”

“I’m great.” She replies. “She’s more talented than I expected that’s all.” She spanks your juicy cunt. “With that out of the way I can focus on paying her back.” 

Bucky spreads your thighs wider, allowing for better access to your leaking hole. He runs his dick along your folds, coating himself and teasing your sensitive clit. “I’m going to have to aid you in that Nat. I can’t stand another minute not buried to the hilt in this gorgeous pussy.” 

He notches himself at your entrance and slowly pushes in, splitting you open, inch by inch on his thick girth. “Fuck your tight, doll. Little lips stretched out, hugging me so tight.”

Nat leans forward to get a closer look, fascinated by the sight. As Bucky begins to slowly thrust in and out, eliciting sweet moans to spring forth from your throat, she lowers her head down and teases your clit with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh, Fuck!” You shout at the added wet sensation.

“Shit! Keep that up Nat. She’s squeezing me even tighter the more you do those little circles. She’s so close to coming undone.”

Wanting you to feel as good as she still is, she doubles her efforts on your little nub, deciding to add just a little suction with the flick of her tongue. That was the right decision because seconds later you're screaming out both their names as you're coming all over Bucky’s cock and her tongue. 

“That’s it. Soak my cock, doll. Such a good girl for us. Coming so pretty. Making all those sexy noises.”

Nat slides off your waist and heads over to your toy drawer as Bucky removes himself from your quivering channel.

“No. Want. More.” You whine out. 

“Oh you’re getting more, doll. Believe that. I’m not finished with you yet.” He places his hands on your hips and turns you over onto your stomach, hands crossed as your wrists are still bound.

  I knew there was a reason for the extra give.

Nat returns to the bed, placing herself in front of you, leaning against the headboard as Bucky scoots you back and lifts your ass in the air, spreading your knees to hold your weight. You notice she has pulled out a vibrator from your collection as you watch her tease herself before you.

“Color?” Bucky asks.

“Green. Very Green.” You reply.

“I’m not going to go easy on you. I’m too on edge at this point for that. Use your safeword if it gets to be too much.” 

“Yes, Sir.” You arch your back, lifting your ass higher as you feel a hand smack down onto the flesh and squeeze. 

“Fuck just look at that ass jiggle.” He smacks it again and then slams his length inside you. Wasting no time setting a lethal pace.

As his dick works it’s magic, carving out your insides, you watch as Nat matches his pace as she fucks herself on your toy. It doesn't take long for your next orgasm to hit. Not as big as the one prior but still toe curling to say the least.

You’re unsure how much time has passed as you continue to come on Bucky’s dick over and over again. Nat is thoroughly enjoying the show as she has gotten off twice more herself.

You notice the tempo of Bucky’s thrust becoming erratic. “I’m close, doll. So close. This tight little snatch just feels to fucking good wrapped around me.”

“Please.” You beg.

“Give me one more and I’ll give your a creamy treat. C’mon babygirl.” He smacks your ass and fucks you harder until your losing yourself once again, clenching around his dick so tight he’s barely able to pull himself out.

Somehow he manages to remove himself and kneel as close to Nat as he can get. He furiously pumps his cock until he unleashes his load all over Nat’s swollen pussy. Leaving quite the mess. 

“I’m going to release your arms and I want you to clean up every drop of our cum with your tongue. Good girls help clean up the messes they make.” He tells you.

He releases you and you get to work relieving Nat of the semen coating her lips. The combined taste of them is unique and you find yourself at a loss when not a drop is left. You lift your head, open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and showing you didn't miss a drop. 

“Such a good fucking girl.” Bucky praises you. “Come here. Let us massage and clean you up, doll.”  

You’re cocooned between them as they alternate between soft caresses and massaging your sore muscles. It’s just the type of aftercare you were needing. It’s interesting to see such hard individuals being so soft with you.

You feet safe and floaty, just as you had set out for. 

Your bliss is interrupted as Declan, one of your security team, knocks on your suite door to inform you that there’s an issue in Talia's room. 

You throw on your stilettos and a silk nightgown that reaches midthigh and head off towards the play rooms. Upon entering the room you find a man being restrained by Cassidy against the wall as Talia sits teary eyed and curled up in a ball on the bed. A sheet draped across her form.

“What happened here?” You address Cassidy. 

“He requested some rough and tumble but forgot his manners. No matter the transaction. No means No. When Tal resisted he gave her a good smack. She ran for the call button and managed to tap it before he began choking her out. That’s how I found him and restrained him until you could arrive. Sorry for ruining your play time.”

“No worries Cass. My needs were already met before I was summoned. If anything you shortened my come down. It’s no matter. I’m sure this will provide more than enough extra stimulation for the night.”

“Everything alright in here?” You hear Bucky’s smooth baritone at the threshold of the door. You turn to see him standing next to the good Captain. 

“It will be. Once I teach this spineless man a lesson.” You smile ear to ear. “You’re free to watch, if you're into that sort of thing. Be warned. It will get messy.”

“Doll, our mess is still slicking your thighs. And down your neck as well.” He steps forward and runs his flesh finger along your clavicle, collecting the accumulated crimson along the way. He places the finger against his tongue and licks your essence clean. You moan watching him consume you so thoroughly.

“Guess getting messier is of no matter than.” You steady your breathing. “Now keep yourself out of my way unless called for. You good Sir are distracting me from my business.” 

“As you wish, doll.” He pulls Steve into the room and takes a seat with him on the love seat placed near the bed.

“Cassidy. Bring the rule breaker to me and escort Talia to the door. One of the girls will accompany her to the back rooms so she can be assessed. You are to remain at the door on guard. No one is to enter without my explicit permission. Understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He goes to do as he is told. You stop Talia on her walk to the door. “Anything I need to know before I begin?”

“He’s prideful. Boasts about his physique and title. He also has a wife and children.” She reveals.

“Wonderful. Thank you. That will be all for tonight. You are to take the next week off. And don't worry about pay, I will comp you for the days including the full for tonight’s holiday pay.”

“You’re too good to us Nyx.” She claims.

“You deserve it.” You remind her.

She leaves the room and you saunter over to your victim. "Since your actions have impeded my post orgasm high. I must let you know that I will be especially vicious tonight."

The scumbag scans your body and lets out a scoff. “You think I’m scared of you.” His eyes travel to the Winter Soldier sitting stoic next to Captain America. “Plus the good Captain is somehow here. There is no way his righteousness would let you harm an innocent man. I did nothing wrong. The little whore loved it.”

Steve just chuckles and shakes his head. Normally the man would be right, but one thing people seem to forget about him is that he is still a man. Not to mention that he always looks out for the underdog and the misfortunate as there was a time before he became America’s Golden Boy where he was treated as less than. 

While the waste of space spewed his ridiculousness you took the time to retrieve the dagger hidden behind the headboard. As the last of Steve’s laughter rings out you have your arm wrapped around the d-bags throat and the dagger pointed at his groin. Resting nicely against the exposed skin, one wrong move and things will get bloody.

He stiffens as you nuzzle his cheek. “It’s funny how you think he’ll save you when this is my establishment and he is my guest. Now as much as I want to redecorate this room in your blood, it is one of our busiest nights of the year and frankly we need the room. So here is what is going to happen.” 

You drag the dagger along his skin in a lazy playful fashion, grazing his dick along the way. “You my little piggy are going to sit nice and pretty, legs spread while I crave the word ‘Abuser’ into your ribs.” He begins to try to fight your hold and you squeeze his throat tighter. “Uh uh uh asshole. You broke my rules and marked up one of my girls. It’s only fair I return the favor. Now be a good boy and take your punishment or else I’ll have to ask the supersoldiers to hold you down.”

“Fuck you bitch” He spits out.

“Mmm. Wrong answer.” You quickly cut his inner thigh. “Strike one. Let’s try that again. They get deeper per strike. Now are you gonna be a good boy and take your punishment?”

“Your fucking crazy.” He seethes.

You cut him again, slightly deeper and closer to his groin. “Never claimed to be sane. I’m a product of my upbringing. As I’m sure you are as well. Last chance.”

“I’ll never submit to a whore.” He answers.

You deeply sigh. “Arrogance truly gets you nowhere.” You slice him nice and deep, quickly soaking the sheet in his blood. “Neither does false bravado. James, would you mind lending me a metal hand here.”

Bucky stands up, cracks his neck from side to side and makes his way over to the bed. You exchange a look before he proceeds to grab the man by the throat and pin him down to the bed with his metal hand. With the other he raises the arm closest to you and pins it above his head, exposing his ribs for your punishment.

“I was going to do this quickly and send you off to your banishment. But you just had to play a tough guy and now I’m going to take my sweet time.” You begin to cut the A right below his armpit, as he starts to scream. “Oh honey. Scream to your heart's content. The room is soundproof. No one to hear your sweet sounds of agony but those of us in the room.”

As promised you take your time carving out his scarlet letters. A sense of calm passes over you as you zen out while doing your task. You don't even notice the two sets of eyes that gaze upon you in awe with a haze of lust. The blood lust has taken over and you can't help but clench your thighs the more crimson is set free. 

You finish the last letter, leaning back to admire your handy work before slapping the prick awake. “Rise and shine asshat! Where’s your phone?”

Delirious he mumbles out. “In my pants pocket.”

“Steve be a dear and fetch that for me will you.” You turn to watch him rise from the couch, a noticeable bulge tenting his slacks as he retrieves the phone for you and walks it over. “Thank you Captain.” You take the device. “I’ll be sure to show my gratitude in full momentarily.” You lick and bite your lip.

“Take your time, doll. I’m not going anywhere.” He pulls your lip from between your teeth and turns to head back to the couch. 

You shake yourself out of the lust haze to finish your task. “Thank you James for lending a hand. You may return to the couch with your Captain. Don’t want you accidentally attached to my message. I’ll only be but a minute more.” 

You place the device in front of the man’s face, unlocking it. You quickly turn on the camera and snap a few photos. You send a copy to your private server as well as messaging his wife, close friends, family and co-workers the photos along with a text that reads: I chose to break the rules at Sins. Therefore I’ve been branded and banned herein.

You walk over to the door and open it, getting Cassidy’s attention. “The trash is ready to be taken out now.” You tell him. “As always, make sure he understands the parameters of his banishment.” You step aside to let him in, watch as he grabs his discarded clothes from the floor and lifts him up into a fireman's carry, uncaring of his comfort as he marches him out the door and down the hall toward the exit.

Shutting the club back out, you walk over to the music controls along the wall. You scan the selection until you land on the perfect song for your current mood. “Dirty Pretty” by In This Moment begins to play, your hips swinging along as the beat drops in.

You turn towards the supersoldiers, holding court, manspreading on the couch. You're still riding the blood high from inflicting your punishment on the waste of air that broke your rules. Steve is still sporting a rather sizable bulge in his slacks and you’re dying for a taste of the Golden Boy who clearly has a dark side.

You saunter over to the couch, keeping eye contact with the blonde adonis, you hike your dress up to your hips and sink to your knees, between his spread thighs. “I can’t think of a better way to show you my gratitude than to have you spilling down my throat Captain.” 

You reach forward and undo his belt and zipper, reaching in to pull his large member from the tight confines. The tip is already messy with precum, unconsciously you run your palm up and through the fluid, making sure to coat his length with it on the way down. 

He instinctively tilts his hips up at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. He holds his breath as he watches you lean forward and take him to the back of your throat in one slippery stroke. “Fuck” He grunts out as you swallow, muscles contracting around his girth.

Bucky observes the two of you for a couple moments before his aching balls get the better him and he pulls his own cock out. He can still smell your slick mixed with his fresh precum as he wraps a hand around the base and gives himself a couple pumps. 

As you increase your efforts, Steve’s large hands encasing your head as you bob up and down, he gets up from his seat. He kneels behind you, pulling the back of your dress up even higher, until he sees your drooling little slit. 

“I didn't get to fill this perfect little pussy up earlier, doll.” He spread your cheeks wide, admiring the view. “Wanna fuck you so bad baby. Need to make sure you’re leaking me for days, doll.” He growls out.

You slowly pull off of Steve’s cock with a soft pop and look over your shoulder. “Yes, please. Leave me nice and full, Sir.” You reply.

“This is going to be quick. I’m still sensitive from earlier and this pussy just feels to fucking good.” Bucky states and he pushes his way inside you, holding still for a moment to catch his breath.

“You should feel her mouth. He throat game is fucking deadly, Buck.” Steve states as you lick him from base to tip before slowly sucking him back down your throat. “I’m close to bustin’ myself.” He groans out.

You’re feeling nice and full, spit roasted between the two best friends. The lustful haze of contentment is slowly making itself known, once more and you let out a moan, thinking about how hot you all must look right now.

Spurred on by the clenching of your cunt, Bucky draws back and slams himself deeper within you. Adding a slight grind to his hips as he sets a brutal pace. This has you practically screaming around the dick lodged down your throat. The vibrations of your vocal chords setting Steve into a frenzy as well. He grabs your head, holding it steady as he fucks your face like your his own personal fleshlight.

It’s quick and dirty. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping, groans, moans, and occasional sounds of you choking on Steve’s dick.

You feel Steve begin to thicken in your mouth as his hips become erratic. You have but a moment before your nose is buried in the blonde curls of his pelvis and you feel the first spurt of his cum hit your throat.

As you’re moaning and swallowing the large load, Bucky grips your hips tighter, slamming inside of you as far as he can go and burying his face between your shoulder blades as finds his own release. You can feel his cock twitch as each rope of his seed coats your walls.

He brings his metal hand down to your neglected clit and starts making little circles, whispering how good you fucking feel squeezing his cock as he fills you up, until your coming undone on his cock once again tonight.

He pulls out and admires his cum leaking from your abused hole before pushing it all back inside of you. “Mmm this pretty pussy might just become my new addiction.” He kisses your back and then moves to sit back on the sofa.

Wrapping a hand around your hair, Steve gently pulls you free from his length. He maintains eye contact as he wipes himself from your chin with his thumb, placing it in your mouth for you to clean when he is finished.

“Seems all of her is addicting.” He pulls his thumb out, watching you lick your swollen lips for any missing drops. “I’ll just have to make sure to get my fill whenever possible.” He pulls you up onto his lap and kisses you. Tasting himself on your tongue. “Let’s go get you cleaned up. You’ve had a long night.”

He lifts you up into a bridal carry and stands from the couch, following Bucky out of the room towards your suite. Uncaring that his belt and zipper is still undone. Thankfully his softened dick made it back into his pants at least. 

Along the way you run into Trixie on her way to meet a client in her playroom. Steve nods his head at her as you pass, resulting in her giving you a wink and mouthing ‘I want details’ before you turn the corner.

Upon reaching your suite, Steve places you on the counter in your bathroom as he proceeds to run you a bath. Checking that the temperature is to his liking, he lifts you up and places you both in the large soaker tub. You’re lounging, chest to chest as he gently washes your back with his large hands. Caressing your skin and making you melt all the further.

If I’m not careful I could get used to this. Would that be so bad? Being all of theirs? I at least have to try the others out first right?!

#lunatic #avengers x reader #avengers smut #poc reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader x natasha #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader

[aquaquadrant]

i dont know if this makes sense to anyone else or if its just me. but villainous thing by shayfer james is So perfect for your hels to pay au. like

"welcome, won't you come inside?"- can be a lot of things, like atlas's welcoming facade to tango and bravo to get them into his trap, and also the whole 'smiling while i beat the everloving Shit out of you" vibe of papa al's mansion

"suddenly you're very near as i prefer you"- atlas keeping tango imprisoned so he can keep his property

"you have always been a delicate disaster / fine of fire and of frame"- other than just the fire part writing itself. i think this can mean the amount of tests hels tek had to do to break tango and just atlas kinda knowing tango doesnt like him but he doesnt rly care

"oh dear, let me see those smokey eyes / 'cause you're a villainous thing / and we cant have you living a lie"- the ...racism?? idk hybrid discrimination all around hels tek aka. how atlas doesnt care abt tango as a person bc of his blaze roots. also just like smokey eyes?? the fire imagery in this song is AH

"while they wait by gates of pearl / we'll be building castles in purgatory"- THIS IS HELS. also this can mean papa al's mansion, hels tek, and any other like monolith in hels bc while everyone else is scraping by to survive they have all the power

"and you'll find no ever after here / it's clear this isn't what you came for / i'll be your puckish puppeteer / on this delightful little detour"- atlas trying to pitch his uh. business model to bravo. aka asking him to do the bidding of hels tek with a promise that he can go to hermitcraft

SORRY IF THIS ASK IS TOO LONG I JUST GOT RLY EXCITED WHEN I LISTENED TO THIS SONG (its very good. also i think the general tone/vibe of it matches with that nasty showman glamour.)

and i love your au, it snuck in the walls of my brain and camped out there so uh thanks LOL /lh <33

OHHHH his this is so cool!!! i’ve never heard shayfer james before, that song has some really cool jaunty vibes 💃 and YESSS i can absolutely see this fitting the au!! atlas in particular matches so well with that shady showman feel like you said, and your analysis is spot on.

and BTDUBS don’t apologize for sending long stuff like this y’all, i absolutely love it!! warms my heart to know ppl enjoy the au <3

#hels to pay au #HTP tunes

[aliferous-ly]

cat ranchers for wip wednesday!

He stalked through the woods, considering the merits of eating rabbits raw or cooking them in a stew. He crossed the unspoken line, where townspeople rarely venture because of fae circles and similar creatures.

Raw rabbit tasted better as a cat. It didn’t taste too terrible as a blaze, either. But cooked food… well, Tango loved eating food that’d been touched by fire. That smokey, crispy taste just couldn’t be beaten—

Tango blinked at his paws. Mild pain pulsed in his ear and he flicked it, small flecks of blood splattering on the iron bars. The cage had sprung up out of nowhere.

wip wednesday!

#ok i have a confession. i wrote a bit more than this but im not posting it all <3 kissies #i cant post the WHOLE fic before it's done!! cmon now #wip wednesday #thank you for the ask :D #formosusiniquis #if i get another ask i miiiiight just. write three sentences for it and post from a different wip. #it's a big moment!!!! #lmao #might not tho who knows not me

[captainwholecake]

H-hi!!! I hope it's ok to make a request but- if you would like to. I'd love to see something about Smoker and his cinnamon roll S/O taking a dance class! My HC Is that Smoker has classic dance experience 🙈✨ and really enjoys it as a way to spend time together.

a/n: ABSJJSEJ 🥺🥺 bro this is so cute

warnings: none but fluff

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This a really pretty gif and I don’t know why

Can you imagine this fucker dancing?? Beacuse I’m just seeing if Yami and Charlotte danced together (Black Clover brainrot okay)

I like to imagine he did it because it made his s/o happy but ended up really enjoying it

This beefcake doing something like the tango has me

anyways, I imagine it would of taken his s/o weeks to do a dance class with them

when they finally do their over the fucking moon

because I know smokey the bear doing the tango I now want it to a tango class, so, the two are doing a tango class and you're going to like it

fuck I don't even know how to even do it or how it works but I want it

a lot of slipping and falling and mans like nah I'm doing this shit and proceeds to make them go to every class because one made his mind up he likes it and hes gonna master it

*cue sway by michael buble*

he gets yelled for smoking during the class

HE FUCKING MASTERS IT

Smoker probably wants to learn more about different dances

probably learns to play the violin but you didn't hear that from me

I believe the dance class actually strengthen said relationship

This actually made him embrace something other than masc, yknow with his macho type way (how TF AM I SUPPOSED TO WORD THIS HOPEFULLY YALL UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN)

I also believe this made him more of a romance type of dude and allowed him to take his s/o on nice fancy dates not just because his s/o likes it but because both of you like it

all and all, sorry. if this isnt want you wanted but I tried my best and then ideas started flowing

#one piece #one piece imagines #one piece scenarios #smoker x reader #one piece smoker #sorry for being gone for awhile #one piece scenario #op imagine #op scenario #op headcanons #one piece headconons #one piece x reader

[missacidburn928]

As I look back on my writing this year, there are definitely stories of mine I've really loved. I'm honestly happy with what I accomplished.

Of them all though, I think my favorite scene to write was the opening scene from LUNATIC Chapter 3.

I'm going to share it here under the cut just because I want to 😁

The following is for the 18+ folks. Minors DNI.

“Come one! Come all! To Sins Debaucherous Carnival!” Your voice proclaims across the entryway, out into the autumn air where a line has formed as far as around the corner. The video continues, your voice entrancing the waiting patrons. 

“Tis Hallows Eve and the night is young. Prepare yourselves for a night of raucous fun! From spooky sexy skeletons, to our sirens sensual song, let your darkness be your guide as you travel the sins of the flesh we provide. Muahahaha.” 

The team, having decided to celebrate, take in the entryway and swarm of bodies as they make their way to the main stage, where your act for the night is set to begin.

The atmosphere in the club is a bit darker tonight. The lights are dimmer and the wait staff look ghoulishly delicious, in varying shades of death. They arrive at their booth and settle in, anxious to see what you have in store for the audience tonight.

El Tango de Roxanne begins to play as the curtains open and a lone red spotlight centers on a single bed. The only other light comes from a lone window, in which the shadow of a well built man can be seen.

The spotlight fades to dimmed stage lights as you enter stage left followed by August, the perfect partner for this tango of tortured love. You're dressed in a skin tight black dress with a slit up to the waist on one side. Hair loose and wild. Dark smokey makeup adorns your face as matte black stiletto nails dipped in crimson grace your fingers. August is clad in a maroon button down, black slacks and gray suspenders. Hair disheveled and a scowl on his handsome face.

Clearly an argument is happening and as the song progresses and builds the fight turns violent. You pull a switchblade from your garter and point it at August. He scoffs, determined that you wouldn't have the balls to cut him. He takes a step too close and you lash out on instinct, slashing his pectoral, ruining his shirt as blood quickly rises to the surface. 

He looks down in disbelief at the minor flesh wound. He reaches for you as you try to back away, catching your dress and ripping it from your body, exposing the black laced lingerie beneath. He tosses it to the side as you stand in shock for only a moment. That pause was all he needed to reach up and intertwine his fingers in your hair, pulling you in close to his body to dominate you with a kiss. 

You lose yourself in his power, succumbing to the scorching chemistry you’ve always had. You cant let him think he’s won once again. The time to take your power back is now. You have places to be and people depending on you. Without wasting another moment you climb him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, providing yourself enough leverage to bite down on his neck, taking him by surprise yet again. 

He walks forward until he can slam you against the wall, pinning you with his hips, dislodging you from his throat. You stare up at his darkened blue eyes, panting as you lower your hands to the bulge in his slacks, palming him once before undoing his button and zipper. Pulling him out, you give his thick length a couple strokes, spreading his leaking precum down his shaft. 

Wrapping your legs around his waist you pull him close as you tilt your hips and use your body weight to turn you around, his back now against the wall. He grabs the globes of your ass so you don’t fall as he pulls your panties to the side, allowing you to impale yourself on his rigid cock.

You begin to grind and ride him hard, unleashing all your pent up hurt and anguish on his impressive body. You hate that you ever let yourself love this man. One who thinks he can own you and control your every move. No more. It’s time for this little witch to fly. 

It's a volatile seduction of limbs and flesh. Your claws rake down his chest as he tries to get his dominance back but is thwarted by your overwhelming need to consume him. Your other hand gripping his hair and holding him where you want him as you devour his mouth.

You end up allowing him to take you to the bed. He lets you remain on top, enjoying the view. As your climax nears you wrap your small hands around his thick neck and begin choking him. He doesn't resist as he is on the precipice of his own release, that is until you both reach your end and you add pressure to his windpipe. He tries to buck you off but his efforts become weaker the longer he is deprived of oxygen until he loses consciousness. 

You remove yourself from his prone frame, fix your panties, grab a dress from the closet, and check yourself in the mirror on the wall before heading to the window. You throw it open, kissing the stranger on the balcony who pulls you through. He leans down to grab a bag at his side and proceeds to cart you away into the night. 

Lights fade to black and the audience bursts out in uproarious applause.

#avengers x you #avengers x reader #avengers smut #avengers au #polyvengers #august walker #august walker x reader #august walker x you #darkish #dark humor #henry cavill characters #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill smut

[slvt4evr]

Helloo I decided to do an intro post!!

About me below cut

Hello, I'm the host of a polyfrag DID system! We don't currently have an official name, cause I'm thinking about what to call us X3

We have 100+ members and probably a few subsystems...

I have a mess of sources; Nepeta, Dirk, Terezi Eridan, Karkat, John, and Angel Dust are the ones I'm open about, but there's a couple more I don't tell people, since they're not well known or are embarrassing!!

I use any pronouns, but I prefer he/him, even though I don't care

My main hyperfixation is Homestuck, and I'm working on my own MSPFA!

I am an artist, and I drew my current profile picture, and I write as well!!

I have two cats and a dog; Rose, Smokey, and Lucy, which I'll add pictures of at the end!

I love to make cat puns, and I love rambling about things!! My favorite color is a dark, muted pink, and I love to drink coffee

I am currently single, but I have a moral; Dirk, though I love their whole system a lot!

I have two best friends named Carter and Tango, and I think theyre really neat!!

I don't really post a lot, but I'm going to try to post more in the future!!

Pets

My face claim

(drawn by me)

[mixamorphosis]

This one is a bit different and a little interactive. You'll need to check out the blog post [HERE]

Tracklist

01. Dizzy Gillespie & The Oscar Peterson Big Four - Chicken Wings (Pablo Today) 02. Smokey Robinson - Quiet Storm (Tamla) 03. Bob James - Nautilus (Evosound) 04. Stan Getz & Luiz Bonfá - Saudade Vem Correndo (Verve Records) 05. Herbie Hancock - Watermelon Man (Columbia) 06. Brick - Fun (Bang Records) 07. Otis Redding - Let Me Come On Home (Atlantic) 08. Average White Band - School Boy Crush (Atlantic) 09. Silver Convention - Fly, Robin, Fly (Polydor) 10. Jame Brown - The Boss (Polydor) 11. Koko Taylor - Wang Dang Doodle (Chess) 12. Galt MacDermot - Space (Kilmarnock) 13. Bill Withers - Make A Smile For Me (Sussex) 14. The Flamingos - I Only Have Eyes For You (End) 15. Ronnie Foster - Mystic Brew (Blue Note) 16. Gary Burton - Las Vegas Tango (Atlantic)

Download availble via [Hearthis]

#mixamorphosis #soundcloud #music #jazz #sou #funk #disco #samples #hip hop #dizzy gillespie #smokey robinson #bob james #stan getz #luiz bonfá #herbie hancock #brick #otis redding #average white band #silver convention #james brown #koko taylor #galt macdermot #bill withers #the flamingos #ronnie foster #gary burton #SoundCloud

[meowk9]

Boy Dog Names: 100+ Unique and Cute Male Dog Names

If you're looking for a name for your new male pup, you've come to the right place! With so many options out there, it can be tough to find a name that fits your dog's personality and also stands out. In this article, we've compiled a list of over 100 unique and cute boy dog names to help you find the perfect moniker for your furry friend.

Unique Male Dog Names

If you want a name that's a little different from the norm, here are some unique options to consider: - Zephyr - This name means "gentle breeze" and is perfect for a laid-back pup. - Bronx - A cool and edgy name for a tough guy. - Orion - A celestial name that means "son of fire." - Rogue - A name that's perfect for a dog with a mischievous streak. - Phoenix - A powerful name for a dog that rises from the ashes. - Sable - This name means "black" and is perfect for a dark-coated pup. - Salem - A spooky name that's perfect for a Halloween pup. - Atlas - A strong and powerful name for a large dog. - Ronin - A name that means "masterless samurai." - Havoc - A name that's perfect for a pup that's always causing chaos.

Cute Male Dog Names

If you want a name that's adorable and sweet, here are some cute options to consider: - Teddy - A classic name that's perfect for a cuddly pup. - Buttons - A name that's as cute as a button! - Gizmo - A fun and playful name for a pup that's always on the go. - Peanut - A small and sweet name for a little pup. - Biscuit - A name that's as comforting as a warm biscuit. - Toto - A nod to the famous dog from "The Wizard of Oz." - Chewie - A cute name for a pup that loves to chew on everything. - Ollie - A fun and quirky name for a happy-go-lucky pup. - Scrappy - A name that's perfect for a pup that's always ready for a fight. - Ziggy - A name that's perfect for a pup with a zany personality.

Names with Meanings

If you want a name that has a special meaning, here are some options to consider: - Asher - This name means "happy" and is perfect for a pup that always has a smile on his face. - Finn - A name that means "fair-haired" and is perfect for a pup with light-colored fur. - Kai - A name that means "sea" and is perfect for a pup that loves to swim. - Leo - A name that means "lion" and is perfect for a fierce and brave pup. - Odin - A name that means "god" and is perfect for a powerful pup. - Rocco - This name means "rest" and is perfect for a pup that loves to relax. - Thor - A name that means "thunder" and is perfect for a pup with a big bark. - Titan - A name that means "powerful" and is perfect for a large and strong pup. - Zeus - A name that means "god" and is perfect for a pup with a commanding presence. - Ace - A name that means "one" and is perfect for a pup that's the only one you need.

Top 100 Unique Male Dog Names

Looking for even more options? Here are 100 more unique male dog names to consider: - Arlo - Bane - Blitz - Boomer - Bowie - Brody - Buzz - Cash - Casper - Chance - Chase - Chevy - Cisco - Clyde - Cooper - Czar - Dante - Dash - Diesel - Duke - Enzo - Flash - Gatsby - Ghost - Gideon - Goose - Griffin - Hank - Harley - Hendrix - Hugo - Hunter - Indy - Jagger - Jasper - Jedi - Jet - Jett - Jinx - Koda - Kong - Kylo - Legend - Lenny - Levi - Loki - Louie - Maverick - Memphis - Mickey - Milo - Murphy - Nash - Neo - Nico - Nitro - Odin - Onyx - Ozzy - Pablo - Parker - Phoenix - Porter - Rascal - Rebel - Remi - Remy - Rider - Rio - Rocco - Rocky - Romeo - Roscoe - Rowdy - Rudy - Rusty - Ryder - Salem - Samson - Scout - Shadow - Simba - Sinatra - Sirius - Smokey - Snoop - Sonny - Spike - Storm - Striker - Tank - Tango - Teddy - Thor - Timber - Titan - Tucker - Vader - Vinny - Zeus

Rare and Unusual Male Dog Names

If you want a name that's truly unique, here are some rare and unusual options to consider: - Axl - A name that's perfect for a pup with a rockstar attitude. - Blue - A cool and calming name for a dog with a blue coat. - Caius - A Latin name that means "rejoice." - Carver - A name that means "sculptor" and is perfect for a pup with a chiseled physique. - Delano - A name that means "nighttime" and is perfect for a pup that loves to sleep. - Draven - A name that means "hunter" and is perfect for a pup with a strong prey drive. - Ender - A name that means "one who ends things." - Evander - A Greek name that means "good man." - Fletcher - A name that means "arrow-maker." - Kael - A name that means "mighty warrior."

Exotic Male Dog Names

If you want a name that has an exotic flair, here are some options to consider: - Amos - A name that means "burdened by strength" and is perfect for a pup that's strong and powerful. - Anubis - A name that references the ancient Egyptian god of the dead. - Balthazar - A name that means "Baal protects the king" and is perfect for a regal pup. - Caspian - A name that references the Caspian Sea and is perfect for a water-loving pup. - Hiro - A Japanese name that means "abundant" and is perfect for a happy and joyful pup. - Jethro - A name that means "excellence" and is perfect for a pup that excels at everything he does. - Kato - A Japanese name that means "winning" and is perfect for a competitive pup. - Koa - A Hawaiian name that means "fearless" and is perfect for a brave pup. - Niko - A name that means "victorious" and is perfect for a pup that always comes out on top. - Santiago - A name that means "Saint James" and is perfect for a pup with a saintly demeanor.

Masculine Male Dog Names

If you want a name that's strong and masculine, here are some options to consider: - Angus - A name that means "one strength" and is perfect for a powerful pup. - Axel - A name that means "my father is peace" and is perfect for a calm and collected pup. - Bear - A name that's perfect for a big and cuddly pup. - Blaze - A name that's perfect for a pup with a fiery personality. - Caesar - A name that means "ruler" and is perfect for a pup that's the leader of the pack. - Conan - A name that means "little wolf" and is perfect for a pup with a wild side. - Diesel - A name that means "determined protector" and is perfect for a pup that's always looking out for you. - Duke - A name that means "leader of the pack" and is perfect for a pup that's always in charge. - Hunter - A name that's perfect for a pup that loves to hunt and explore. - Thor - A name that means "thunder" and is perfect for a pup with a big and booming bark.

Conclusion

Choosing the perfect name for your male pup can be a fun and exciting process. With so many options out there, it's easy to find a name that fits your dog's personality and stands out from the crowd. Whether you prefer a cute and cuddly name or a strong and powerful name, there's sure to be a perfect name for your furry friend on this list. Read the full article

[perthfoodreview]

INVITED // Fluffy soufflé pancakes, delicious drinks & speciality tiramisu from Kumo @kumo_perth on Washing Lane, Northbridge. Featuring: - “Moonlight Birthday” $23 Smokey Charcoal Soufflé Pancake with Black Sesame Cheese Cream, Fresh Strawberries, Balsamic Glaze & Rose Pashmak. This is a special pancake celebrating @tartesbyamanda x @amandadadayst ‘s first birthday! *Available everyday after 7:30pm - Strawberry Skies soufflé pancakes: Strawberry coulis & strawberry compote $16.50 - Mango Tango: mango coulis & mango compote $16.50 - Matchamisu: Matcha and dark chocolate $7.90 - Pandan & Coco: Pandan milk, coconut rum & toasted shredded coconut $8.90 - Iced black sesame latte with boba and cream foam $8.50 - Hot black sesame latte $5.50 The texture of these soufflé pancakes are all incredibly fluffy and so good. The “moonlight birthday” pancake has interesting flavour combinations - the slightly sour balsamic glaze might be appetising and balance out a heavy dinner prior to desserts. Black sesame lovers would love the iced black sesame latte with boba and cream foam - perfect balance of sweetness too. Such a cute latte art for the hot version! 😍 Thank you so much to See-Mei & the team at Kumo and @wordofmouthagency for the hospitality and invitation! ❤️🙏 #Invited #Kumo #TartesbyAmanda #Northbridge #Desserts #SoufflePancakes #Pancakes #Tiramisu #BlackSesame #Latte #LatteArt #PerthDesserts #PerthFoodReview #PFR_Desserts #PFR_Kumo (at Kumo Perth) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgXNYD9v6Xw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#invited #kumo #tartesbyamanda #northbridge #desserts #soufflepancakes #pancakes #tiramisu #blacksesame #latte #latteart #perthdesserts #perthfoodreview #pfr_desserts #pfr_kumo

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

the hermits as dumb things my friends and i have said on our minecraft server

Scar: Yummy obsidian

Cub: ???

Cub: You eating it?

Scar: Tastes a little bit burnt

Scar: Like smokey burger

...

Cleo: I only want their heads

Cleo: Is that so much to ask

...

Bdubs: Thief

Etho: ?

Bdubs: You’re stealing wild sugarcane

Etho: The operative word being “wild”

Doc: Feral sugarcane

Doc: Just like normal one but can bite you

Etho: Like Bdubs

Bdubs: Yes!

...

Grian joined the game

Grian: I don’t care about Jesus

Mumbo: Oh my god Grian you just killed me

Mumbo: I’m dying at that being the first thing you say when you log in

Grian: My teacher is talking about Jesus and I went to play Minecraft instead

Mumbo: Reject Jesus, embrace Minecraft

...

Zedaph, looking directly at a hoglin’s backside from two blocks away: I wonder why this hoglin isn’t attacking me

...

Grian was slain by MumboJumbo

Iskall: Casual murder

...

Scar: I have 1 heart

Bdubs: Where are you Scar I just wanna talk

GoodTimeWithScar was slain by Bdoubleo100

Xisuma: F

Xisuma: Here lies Scar

Bdubs: I’ll give you your elytra back if we can have a truce

Scar: I know where you live

...

(Grian’s first day in season 6)

Cleo: Hunt heads

Cleo: That’s what I do

Cleo: Speaking of which can I have yours

Grian: S-Sure?

Cleo: :D

Cleo: Lemme just get my executioner hood

Mumbo: Back sorry

Mumbo: What did I miss?

Cleo: Murder

Mumbo: CLEO

Cleo: I neeeeeeeed the heads

Mumbo: I wanted to wait til he dies first

Mumbo: Not straight up execute him

Cleo: Oh

Grian: WH

...

(In Impulse’s base)

Tango, popping by for a visit: Hey G

Grian: What do you mean

Grian: I’m at my base

Grian: Doing nothing

Grian: Nothing sus

Tango: Understandable have a great day

...

Mumbo: Why the frick is there a snowball in my furnace

Mumbo: Grian

Iskall: SDFGH

Grian: THAT WASNT ME

...

Mumbo: Iskall assaulted me with snow today

Grian: That’s exactly what I’m gonna do too in a sec

Mumbo: ASDFGHJK

Grian: I’m coming for you

Mumbo: Oh no

...

(After destroying the goat statue)

Bdubs: *chuckles* I’m in danger

Doc: Not yet :)

Bdubs: Thanks that’s very unsettling

...

Cleo: That awkward moment when you accidentally give the armour stand your sword and then take his pants while trying to get the sword back

Joe: ASDFGH

Cleo: Feels like you weren’t expecting that message

Joe: I was not

...

Grian: Would you mind if I killed you

Bdubs: Gimme a sec

Grian: Now for something I never thought I’d say

Grian: Would you like to run away first

...

Grian: Watch this

Grian experienced kinetic energy

Impulse: Epic

Tango: Flew into a wall?

Grian: Okay that spread my stuff out more than I expected

Impulse: Welcome to my base

...

Grian: I like killing myself every now and then

Mumbo: That sure is a sentence

...

Grian: Oi I wanna raid your base Mumbo where are you

Grian: *visit

...

Etho: I’m gonna hunt you

Etho: :)

...

Grian: I love brutally ripping off the heads of defenceless creatures, vicious mobs, my friends, and myself

#hermitcraft #grian #bdoubleo100 #impulsesv #bdubs #tangotek #zedaph #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #etho #ethoslab #mumbo jumbo #xisuma #zombiecleo #docm77 #vaunna’s thoughts

[the-radiant-lux]

Lux's Glitter Revue Performance.

Lux takes her place on stage in a dazzling, nearly floor-length, red sparkly dress with a long slit up the left leg, pausing with a snap to cue the music as the lights dim to a romantic tone. Using light and illusion she cascaded the stage with golden sparkles, but as the music plays the cascade fades, leaving only the images of four men posing in place.

Lux's arms slowly raise, stopping above her head with a snap as the final intro note plays. “Whatever Luxie wants…” Her tone was low and smokey as she grinned with a wicked little smile. “Luxie gets, and little man, Little Luxie wants you." Lux snaps into a point at the man to her right, bringing him to life.

The glimmering man spins in place before taking her in his arms and dancing an intimate Tango as she sings, her back to the crowd. “Make up your mind to have,” The simmering spectacle dips Lux low with a sweep as she sings out to the crowd. “No regrets.” The two snap back up with sharp united movements. “Realign yourself, resign yourself. You're through!” With a push away, the image of the man explodes into sparkles with a sizzle.

Lux spins herself around quickly with practiced steps in very high heels, stopping suddenly ”I always get what I aim for..” Lux sashayed her way toward the next form. “And your heart and soul…” Pressing a single finger to his chest and bringing the dazzling figure to life. “Is what I came for.”

“Whatever Luxie wants…” The man seems unmoved by her flirtations, standing firm in place, his arms crossed. “Luxie gets.” She looks to the crowd with a pout, turning away from him and spinning in glamorous style toward the next figure. Lux presses her back against the glimmer and he springs to action, wrapping his arms around her. “Take off your coat, don't you know you can't win.” The unmoved man taps his foot impatiently as she shamelessly snuggles the other.

“Can't win. You’ll never never win.”

Jealously the first image charges at the two pushing the other away into a burst of light and taking Lux into his arms. “You're no exception to the rule…” Her back pressed to his chest, this time with a fiery passion in the movements.“I'm Irresistible you fool.” He forcefully spun her about in a showy fashion. “Give in.”

“You’ll never win.” They danced together perfectly, or so it seemed but as she tried to step away at the end of each spin the figure yanked her back into place. Lux was fed up, spinning one final time and stopping suddenly with the man’s back to the crowd. Through the glimmers of light Lux could be seen kicking him to the curb into another sizzling burst over the crowd that faded out before making any contact.

Lux adjusted herself with a huff and took her place at center stage. “Whatever Luxie wants…” Lux lets out a slow disappointed sigh, unaware that the final glimmering man had come to life and danced toward her. “Luxie gets.” Her right-hand poses dramatically at her forehead, the left extended out to her side. “And little man, Little Luxie wants you.”

The man comes up behind Lux, taking her waist and extended hand, bringing her close to him. “Make up your mind to have, no regrets” By his lead, their hands move slowly down to her waist, and with careful movements, he lifts her up over his chest to make her appear to float before the crowd.

“Realign yourself, resign yourself, you're through.” Lux tucks into a ball and rotates as the man lifts her above his head and she straightens out in a long balanced line with her back to the crowd, her dress magically defying gravity. “I always get what I aim for,” The man steps carefully to turn Lux to face the audience.

“And your heart and soul is what I came for!” With a pop Lux bounces from his hands and he turns to her as she falls in a spin and landing dramatically in his arms mere inches from the ground. “Whatever Luxie wants,” Her hand presses to his sparkling cheek as he pulls her upright.

“Luxie gets.” Lux’s hand presses to the man’s glimmering face as the two begin to twirl rapidly. “Take off your coat, don’t you can't win. Can't win. You'll never never win.” With sharp precision, the two stop twirling, and Lux slowly lowers into a squatted position. “You’re no exception to the rule. I'm irresistible, you fool.” By his direction, Lux begins to spin. “Give in, give in, you’ll never win.”

Lux spins faster and faster. “Give in, give in, you’ll never win.” Coming to a sudden stop and still squatting but with her bare left leg extended for balance and Lux faces the crowd, belting out the ending. “Give in!” The final figure explodes in a burst and the stage goes dark.

Lux stands as the spotlight returns, giving an elegant bow and blowing a kiss to the audience before walking off stage.

@succulent-tart

#Lux #Succulent Tart #performance #1st!

[redwinterroses]

Time for a new Immersive Hermitcraft!

This is another scenic one, not a location (those are queued! Just gotta finish mixing the ambient tracks for them) but I was at my fam's July 4 celebration last night and thought it would be fun to see a fireworks display on Hermitcraft. Enjoy!

[listen here]

You sit on a green blanket on a grassy hillside. The grass lumps up under the blanket in places, and you dig your fingernails into the scratchy wool, leaning back on your hands and looking up at the stars whirling overhead. The air is thick with the heat of a fading summer day, and the smells of warm grass, cookout smoke, and the sharper scent of insect-repelling candles mingle in a delicious swirl of memories in the making.

Cricket song echoes across the meadow, and in the distance you can hear someone’s chickens clucking. Around you, the hermits are setting up their own viewing spots: blankets like yours spread out on the ground, or chairs quickly constructed of stairs and signs or item frames (Scar’s item frames glow, and he’s proudly pointing out the merits of this improvement to Mumbo, who seems suitably impressed and starts digging around for glow ink of his own). Toward the back of the crowd, Zed, Tango, and Gem have built up a small platform in the air and are leaning over the edge to chat with Bdubs. Someone cracks a short joke, to Bdubs’ predictable indignation.

But everyone settles in quickly and in the light of torches down the hill, Grian and Pearl are putting the finishing touches on their display. Someone has a jukebox and is playing quiet music, providing a chill background for the conversation of the hermits. A lightning bug lands on your arm, and you hold it close to your face, examining the delicate joints of its legs and the black-and-yellow markings on its elytra. It flutters its antennae and launches into the air, blinking away into the darkness.

Finally, with a satisfied nod and a dramatic bow, Pearl and Grian back away from the various dispensers, observers, and hopper clocks, and Grian flips a final switch. The show begins.

The first fireworks burst into the night sky with a boom-crackle that surprises everyone, exclamations and startled laughter ringing out. Blue and white sparks spread across the sky, turning red and drifting down as dying ashes. Green, purple, and orange explosions follow: each as shining and glorious as the one before.

“Oh, that was a nice one.”

“Heh, trust Grian to know his explosives.”

“And trust Gem to keep him from blowing us all up!”

General laughter follows Impulse’s words, but you can’t quite make out Grian’s retort over the noise. You lay back on the blanket, crossing your arms behind your head, grass blades prickling through the blanket to tickle your skin. Fireflies drift above you, their green-yellow blinking glow a soft counterpart to the explosions of light and color. Choruses of “ooohs” and “aaaahs” follow each burst of light and sound: the deep boooooom of the large fireworks echoing back over the hills with a roll of thunder, chased by a higher crrrackle from the glittering bursts of light and sparkle that follow.

The meadow flashes brightly with each firework, momentarily illuminated in blue, red, white, and green. It flares across the hermits’ faces, capturing little seconds of expressions: grins, surprise, laughter, conversation. The images file away in your memory like polaroids, complete with the pricking of grass, the taste of lemonade on your tongue, the warm air of a summer night, and the smokey scent of fireworks drifting through the sky.

#fun fact: elytra are a real thing -- they're the shell that protects a beetle's inner wings #immersive hermitcraft #redwinterwrites

[daunting-ship]

My little Pony Next Gen the Duskverse

here is the first post of what this sideblog is mostly gonna be about so here is all my next gens and a guide of who is related to who. Main Ships King Sombra and Shining Armor and Spearhead Gloomy Dusk Blizzard Heart Princess Cadence and Tempest Shadow Amethyst Shining Armor and Cadence (broke up) Shimmering Radiance Twilight and Pinkie Pie Solar Prism Sugar Rush Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy Sherbet Meadow Dream catcher Applejack and Rarity Violet Petal Applejack and Coloratura (broke up) Golden Shine Trixie and Maud Silver Stone Moondancer and Minuette Nautical dawn Starlight Glimmer and Sunset Shimmer Morning Sun Celestia and Queen Chrysalis Radiant Dew Luna and Rain Shine Lumos Tirek and Storm King Shadow Blueblood and Fancy pants Perfect Prize Ivory Tower Big Mac and FeatherBangs Autumn Gala Fuji Apple Cheese Sandwich and Sans Smirk Rocky Rhyme Cream Cheese Blue cheese Swiss Sunburst and Flash Sentry Gleaming Dawn Sunrise Sentry Chancellor Neighsay and Windrider Golden Mark Dumb-bell and Hoops and Score Thunder Storm Hurricane Tornado Soarin and Thunderlane Nimbus Short Fuse and Sky Stinger Cloud Sweeper Double Diamond and Party Favor Wishful Cast Discord and Zephyr Breeze and Trenderhoof Arctic Breeze Enigma String Theory Quibblepants and Mudbriar Question Mark Dr.Whooves and Jeff Letowski Time Twister Thorax and Spike Loki Fire Star Garble and Fizzle Jade Troubleshoes and Svengallop and Flam Lavender Arcing Hex Ruby clover Film and Silver Shill Show Stopper Braeburn and Caramel Ginger Gold/ Zeal(nickname) Dr.Caballeron and Ahluzotl Zion Rover, Fido, and Spot. Astro Brutus Rocky Chummer and Capper Smokey Sebastian Monty Pharynx and Shadowlock Misty Shade ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Secondary Next Gen charactersBright Mac and Burnt Oak Glazed Maple Macoun Firelight and Cracked Wheat Starburst Jackpot and Big Bucks Slot Trick Carrot Cake and Filthy Rich Sugar Cake Chiffon Swirl and Pear Butter Shortcake Gallus and Sandbar Ribbon Smolder and Silver Stream Tygus Written Script and Rainbow Blaze Storybook arc Donut Joe and Gustav le Grand Matcha Street Rat and Gladmane Showtime glitz Sugar Belle and Night Glider Foggy Leaf Frederick Horseshoepin and Neon Lights Rocking Tune Octavia and vinyl scratch Graceful Wind Lyra and bonbon Cinnamon Treats Fashionplate and StarStreak Velvet Thread Cranky Doodle Donkey and Steven Magnet Jules Fleetfoot and Spitfire Flaring Gale Coloratura and Coco pommel Encore Spear and Baff Shard ___________________________________ Applebloom and Diamond Tiara   Gala Blossom Scootaloo and Gabby Mortimer Sweetie Belle and Silver Spoon Crystal Twist and Bab Seed Sweet Tart Button Mash and Rumble and Tender Taps Pixel Tango Code breaker Snips and Snails Snapple pop FeatherWeight and Pipsqueak Heavy Weight Chipcutter and Skeedaddle Cobalt

#Duskverse #my little pony #mlp nextgen #nextgen #mlp friendship is magic #mlp