#atlas adonis blue

[lionmom-svenomverse]

Sharing the concept art for my Chryslestia family! Gonna have to snip a lot of HCs/notes so you can find the full thing over on my dA. Anyways, more info under the cut!

💙 Queen Celestia - Ruler of Equestria. Sun Deity. Royal Batpony Alicorn (With Heliacorn Attributes). Agender (She/he/it/they), Pansexual Demi 💙 Queen Chrysalis - Ruler of Equestria, Former Queen of the Changeling Hive. Reformed/Former Villain. Non-Reformed Queen Changeling. Nonbinary (It/xey/they/she), Bisexual Demi 💙 Princess Antlion Aphid - Princess of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Solar Astronomer/Engineer. Has anxiety. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Nonbinary (It/its and She/her mainly), Lesbian. Likes studying the sun, sundresses, large hats, hosting parties, yoga, calligraphy and diplomacy. Aphie is based off of antlion larvae, not so much aphids but it's a cute lil addition to her name. Special talent is using the sun to power technology! 💙 Princex Hercules Metalmark - Princex of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Armorer. Has autism. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Agender (They/them and xey/xem mainly), Trixic. Likes puzzles/cipher cracking, keeping fit, fruit, fire, sappy movies, giving gifts and winter. Inspired by the Hercules Beetle and the Metalmark Butterfly! Special talent is crafting enchanted armor! 💙 Prince Joro Orb Weaver - Prince of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Seamster at Carousel Boutique. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Transmasculine/Nonbinary (He/him, It/Its, She/her), Bi. Likes designing outfits, spoken word poetry, spiral patterns, fantasy shows/books, posters, journaling and social events. Inspired by the Joro Spider and the common Yellow Garden Spider/Orb-Weaver! Special talent is sewing outfits! 💙 Princex Tsetse Deathwatch "Click" Beetle - Princex of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Nurse. Gravedigger. Mute. Has autism. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Genderfluid (They/them and it/its mainly), Omni. Likes history documentaries, playing the guitar, baggy clothes, cemeteries, volunteering, birds and brownies. It was initially named "Princex Malachite" and based off of the Malachite butterfly, but since I've changed its' name it doesn't really resemble what its' currently named after: the Tsetse Fly and Click/Deathwatch Beetles. Special talent is healing creatures! 💙 Princess Venusta Orchard Mason - Princess of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Gardener. Builder. Farmer. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Transfeminine/Nonbinary (They/them and She/her), Aro/Sapphic. Likes worms, pottery, lemonade, architecture, foraging, climbing trees, falling leaves and making friends. She's mainly inspired by the strikingly blue Orchard Mason Bee, which I first saw around my early high school years iirc and fell in love with it. The other half, Venusta, comes from the Venusta Orchard Spider! The 'Venusta' part of their name actually wasn't initially there, but I thought it'd be a pretty edition, especially since the two bugs share the word 'orchard' in their names. Special talent is building strong structures! 💙 Prince Rosy Maple Brimstone - Prince of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Influencer. Disc Jockey. Party Thrower. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Intersex (He/him), Ace/Queer. Likes hyperpop/house music, makeup, bright colors, flea markets/antique malls, soap carving, blogging and raves. Rosy is mainly based on the Rosy Maple Moth, but the other part of his name comes from the Brimstone Butterfly! Special talent is DJing and music production! 💙 Prince Atlas Adonis Blue - Prince of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Drag Queen. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Demiboy (He/him and They/them), Gay. Likes singing, the stars, glowsticks, finance, karaoke, collecting mugs, clubbing, glitter and cleaning. Atlas is of course inspired by the Atlas Beetle and the Adonis Blue Butterfly! Special talent is performing!

#venomverse #oresteiaverse #mlp #nextgen #fanchild #mlp nextgen #venomdraws #my little pony #mlp fim #chryslestia #princess celestia #queen chrysalis #antlion aphid #hercules metalmark #joro orb weaver #tsetse deathwatch 'click' beetle #venusta orchard mason #rosy maple brimstone #atlas adonis blue

[hellscythearts]

100 Character MASS ATTACK for Artfight! (all @s and the bg without all the characters under the cut)

Family Vacation 2023 <3

Atlas and Limber for @logicalbreak

Fragile and Distant Vessel for @jendra82

Peakwing for @HyphaeShade

Kyno for @nico.d.pie

Noli for @polaris-s-creation-void

Rue for @uvpartybomb-stuff

Spiller for @busybuns

Jynx for @flame-shadow

Ipsy for @floppa-whoppa

Timbre and Tick for @muggywort

Jezo and Syna for @deservedlyfluffy

Unati for @hyperfluffed

Nen for @eregore_

Hare for @wandering-the-worlds

Unnamed for @livingmeme

Echo for @trisquiggles

Scint for @scripscrim

Spark for @chrometheraptor

Wiollé for @angelsofu

Aries for @ember_surge

Lost for @kilawolfsblut

The Forgotten for @King_Crow

Tbn and Moth for @lunarkana

Morpho for @snickerdoodlesss

Hum for @brimal-baspid

Maple for @girlkisserr

Akirna for @luluthefox-plays

Elwood for @stardewboba

Clover for @mmelody87

Quartz for @nautical-nova

Panrha for @jolteon

Hollow for @asterrioxs

AZ and Acordis for @wrenchdogs

Tinket for @CrispCheri

Mere for @shark-bytee

Reese for @artxeevee

Lichen for @quiet_skye

Blanket for @pastelcrocodile

Little Fly for @retrocatalyst

Tiny/Inoi for @plyushh

Aether for @sharkrotator

Nymph for @astralabraxas

Valis for @FilletOFish

Hurl for @ingridskogstad

Talos for @tyginartist

Nis for @faceless-dreamer

Calyx for @aur0rakat

Adonis for @inertblue

Wicott for @cerealfluffy

Blue Vessel Kune for @theoddhawk1

Scraps for @evielutionevie

Laurel for @sappedart

Ree for @themgaypigeons

Kai for @devilcatdarling

Lavea for @LisyLupikus

Crotchet for @frogynn

Spider for @ten-times-ten

Marsh for @blu-orb

Wilmore for @zahanh

Violet for @invadermak2016

Bell for @corgiestnerd

Shard for @finalarchivist

Mite for @InvaderBarwib

Ruhi for @artofahma

Predicament for @carrioncomfort

Aila for @jenny626

Quilt for @flightdrawswhatever

Lunge for @tin-pin-artist

Aithenymm for @hoozl

Spring and Fall for @mrsquidgereen

Echo for @cherrppi

Spect for @slimestyx

Doleira for @loud-whistling-yes

Lamp for @

#hollow knight oc #hollow knight #mass attack #hollow knight vessel #vessel oc #so many vessels! #I genuinely had so much fun doing all the interactions like! the little vignettes of vessels interacting with each other are everything!!! #also separate version with the bg only cause this BG is sooo pretty and I'm super proud of making it

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse: Warrior Monk review: Sara Bellum

Our anonymous random browser or perhaps a different user hovered the cursor of their mouse over on the Capsule Cocks product information page for the Warrior Monk sex doll. Proud displays of its popularity showing where it ranked among their best sellers, how many units they sold being among the stand out details as they went down to the video review tab. Narrowing down their choices by most viewed/liked videos and seeing within the top 10 videos a preview image of a stunning redhead. Clicking and hitting full screen view as they put in headphones, the video buffered and loaded as the title read “Cusomer Review: Sara Bellum”. The viewer hummed in curiosity at seeing thst name and recognising the woman who appeared onto the screen, her bust in view as her cleavage struggled to be contained by a crimson red suit jacket as the camera seemed to be getting to show none other than the mayor of South City, the aforementioned Ms.Bellum. She was stunning to say the least, legs for days contained in Lacey stockings, her wild curly mop of ginger hair hiding her fsce which gave her an enigmatic seductive allure, those luscious Ruby red lips. To say nothing of her curvy,toned body which struggled to be contained and confined within thst crimson red cost and skirt of hers, her ass and boobs crying for freedom. Her high heels clicking as she tilted her head, checking to see the camera was working fine before she nodded and cleared her throat, beginning to speak. Her voice mature and melodic as she went to sit her bodacious skirt clad booty on a desk, showing what had to be her office at city hall.

“Hello there, if you’re watching this,chances are you’ve heard through the grapes vines or been recommended by a friend. I win deny I’m no stranger to cameras what with press conferences and tv interviews. But this is a different sort of matter thst…I can’t deny this is rather exciting..” the redhead bombshell giggled cutely and sensually as she shifted a bit on her desk. Her tits bouncing as the button that  strained between her titanic funbags was bordering on popping off. Moving and adjusting to strike a sensual pin up style pose, one leg kneeling in her desk as her radiance and sensual,sexual charisma shined and dazzled. “Now then as a regular close acquaintance of ms.Briefs, she’d decided in good will every now and then to send the odd gift now and then.” The bombshell politician wuipped,her voice composed and melodic in its tone. “Among my persomal favourite has to be the Capsule cocks toy collection, th warrior momk being a personal favourite. It’s more than helped me on those sleepless nights so you can imagine my delight when I received the next best thing…” pausing in her speech as she made a come hither gesture with her hand, finger playfully flexing as she signalle for someone to join her.

Her Ruby red lips spread into a soft,sensual smile as a compact figure,sculpted like Atlas and standing apart and proud at 5 foot 1 inch with a clean bald head and a cool, stoic facial expression, eyes glowing a dim blue was a Warrior Monk sex gynoid. The Krillin clone clad in just a pair of speedos, the front bulging as it strained against containing his massive equipment. Ms.Bellum hummed and purred sensually at his immediate presence, prying herself away from the desk as she made her way over to him. Soft oohs and awes as she caressed his physique, finger nails tracing memorising every inch of this compact Adonis of hers. “He may not look it but this little fellow isn’t just well endowed and equipped, but very comforting. Keeps me warm and safe from cold,lonely nights and then some. So attentive, so devoted…so..” Ms.Bellum ceased whatever monologue she had as she began planting kisses on her Warrior Monk, the cloned short king returning the before as the pair locked lips. Deep gasps and moans escaping her as she marked her living sex toy with lipstick marks. A cry of soft passion coming from her as he suddenly grabbed and squeezed her ass, her skirt lifting up to expose the fact she was commando under her skirt. Her smooth slit gushing as her nectar flowed down along her stocking clad legs. His skilled hands massaging those twin cheeks, making them clap like thunder. Sara moaning into their make out as their passion grew together as she broke their liplock, grabbing her coat as she pried it open. Her big juicy tits exposed in all their perky,naked glory as the button popped off and went flying. Grabbing that chromedome head as she pushed it towards the  valley of her cleavage, shuddering as she made him motorboat her tits.

“Aaahn excuse me…I just can’t help myself when it comes to my little man…once we get our hands in each other…” Indeed the madam mayor seemed like a switch had gone off, any sense of formality and professionalism gone out the window as her warrior monk got busy with his hands. Removing her clothes from her until she remained in just her stockings and heels. The redhead bombshell locking lips with her Warrior Monk once more as she welcomed his groping of her body. Squeezing her tits and rubbing her slit, probing those moist netherlips before she nudged him to lay flat on his back. Licking her cherry red lips as she stood looming over him, letting her pussy juices rain down on his cool stoic face. Soon kneeling down as she sat kn his face, throwing her her head back to moan,running her hands through her glorious mane of red hair as she felt him eat her out. His arms wrapping around her juicy hips and thighs as his tongue lapped away at her pussy as the bombshell politician fell forward, facing thst massive erection as she caressed and massaged it. Purring as she began to remove that speedo, a delighted gasp as his stiff erection smacked her face. Grasping and stroking it, his length and girth so much so thst she couldn’t fully grasp and wrap her hand around it as her warm breath blew on that cock. The luscious babe seeming to remember she had the camera on as she looked at whoever she was sure would be watching this.

““Such perfection….no man can or will ever compare…” her tone husky as she began to assault that shaft with oral pleasure. Licking,sucking,blowing and kissing on his cock and balls. Seeming less like the mayor of South City and more,like some whorish pornstar as she was soon deepthroating him. Head bobbing up and down, one visible eye glowing with a pink heart as she kissed his balls and abs. The Krillin clone grunting as he bucked his hips, tongue now rimming her juicy anal pucker and her pussy lips as his hands smacked and massaged her ass. Smacking the twin meat buns as ms.Bellum moaned, ceasing her self facefucking blowjob to grab her tits. Sandwiching his shaft between those mounds of pleasure as she proceeded to give him a titfuck. Massaging and jerking him off as she locked her lips on the exposed tip. Her bronze complexion glistening with a sheen of sensual perspiration as her arousal skyrocketed. The video viewer unable to look away as the redhead bombshell milked that cock,her expression one of sexual delight as she came together with her personal sexual companion, showering his face with her nectar as hismcock erupted,spraying into her mouth and on her fsce snd tits with thick,white hot cream. The moment that happened, the video reslly got into an absolute montage of pornographic delight thst if it ever got public would tarnish the mayor’s public reputation and image. If anything it was this taboo thrill that only a select few would see and know this was a turn on for her.

The scene had now transitioned to the redhead babe riding her warrior monk cowgirl style,hands rubbing his abs as he grasped where her waist met and connected with her hips. Moaning with wanton lust as she rode his cock with abandon, meeting his pistoning hips as the pair enacted a sexual rodeo. Her tits bouncing,ass jiggling as they mated like animals. “Aaahn,my little man..my warrior…all yours,all for you…give it all to me,my short king, remind me why I need only you..” being such words that came forth from her that is when he wasn’t howling like some bitch in heat. That is when she wasn’t gasping and howling as her compact stud pumped and hit her g spot, or made her womb feel his shat hammer away. Her oven practically making a siren call for all his rich, warm seed. The short king clone suddenly on his feet, making her wrap her arms and legs around him as he performed a standing a standing fuck. His hands grasping and squeezing her booty as her tits smothered his head. To soo mounting her as she was bent over her desk, tits rubbing against the mahogany service as he laid atop her back. Arms around her waist as he fucked her slutty ass, her meat buns shaking like jello before this jackhammering assault. Before the video transitioned to its next sequence of bellum”s erotic montage as her living sex machine sat in the desk, holding her upside down as her thighs wrapped around his head. Tongue lapping away at her slit while he held her by her glorious waist, as she performed deepthroating fellatio in a vertical 69. Amazon press, mating press, the spread eagle,the downward dog, they did them all some more than once indicating what the redhead babe’s favourite positions were. Her hair becoming wilder and untamed, her stockings tearing up an her high heels having long since been discarded. The climax Ming with Bellum taking the most ancient and traditional bitch in heat position as she was on her hands and knees getting fucked doggystyle. Tits swaying, ass bouncing as her chrome dome caveman plowed and pistoned until they came together, as the tanned ginger redhead spooned with her lover in his embrace, sensually panting, turning to kiss him as she reached for the camera to turn it off, ending the feed. Or so it seemed as static and pixels flashed along the screen.

The picture resumed showing it was the evening time as Sara Bellum seemed to be getting ready for a date, heir wild Afro like hair styled into a glorious waterfall mane. Her luscious tanlined skin exposed in a stunning outfit as she ourrrd and giggled at the mirror she was looking at, putting on a sexy black thing. Her warrior monk, dressed ina stylish corporate casual 3 piece suit as he entered the scene, making her gasp and moan as he slapped and squeezed her ass, motor laying those booty cheeks. “Mmm darling easy,save it for the hotel room….but be a good boy and I’ll be sure to give you a BJ and a titjob..” she sensually quipped,her short king nodding as they shared a kiss before she noticed the camera. “Ooh silly me, did I turn that on by mistake? Pardon me lover…” giggling sensual,y as she strutted over,her tits and ass bouncing as sh sashayed and swayed over,reaching over to shut off the camera feed. The viewer exiting full screen mode as they went added a warrior monk to their shopping cart and clicking for complete purchase…..looking to become another  satisfied customer.

#sketchfan85 #sketchfan #sketchfanda #sara bellum #ms bellum #krillin #dragonball krillin #krillin smut #krillin dragonball

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

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Fics:

note: REQUEST ARE OPEN!! there will also be some characters that I will not write for, most likely from personal bias or otherwise! things will also be slow since I am a student! be sure to read my rules before submitting an ask!!

Lego Monkie Kid

Baldur's Gate 3

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

If u want a fanfic from a fandom I am in I will definaltely add it to the list of fanfics!! these are just the fandoms I am currently in/writing for lol

#about me #☾adoniswrites #shocker #may update this as time passes

[sageofjustice]

Verse : RWBY (rebuild)

BACKGROUND :

[Early Years]

Angel was born to Lucian Solishart and Miverva Carboner in the kingdom of Vale. Born into two families of huntsmen and huntresses Angel was trained to become a huntsman from a very young age. Angel unlocked his aura at the age of 12 ,the rigorous training he was placed under had paid off he also inherited the heridatary semblance from his father side of the family. Angel was then enrolled into Signal academy where his grandmother Primrose Solishart, a legendary huntress was a combat instructor.

[Beacon Years]

After graduating from Signal Academy at age 17 ,Angel enrolled in Beacon Academy there he would meet the young men who would be his team members; Nade Dianthus from Mistral, George Verdegris from Atlas and Laguna Grayne from Vacuo who together would form Team ANGL. The team was quickly recognized for their combat prowess and their seemingly flawless teamwork. Team ANGL developed a fun rivalry with other students who they shared the year with the popular Team STRQ.

[A lost love]

During his years at Beacon Angel had gotten into a relationship with another leader of one Team JSPR named John. The two sweethearts would often study together while away from their respective teams and eventually the teams would form a friendship and would often be seen together, Team JSPR would soon fall apart when their leader was devoured by a grimm. Angel would mourn the loss of his love After hearing the remaining members of Team JSPR were going to seek out the grimm that killed their leader, Team ANGL joined the mission and the group hunted down and slew the grimm of had killed their friend.

Both teams where faced with the possibility of expulsion for, recklessly endangering themselves, however the timely intervention of the headmaster prevented this And the students where allowed to continue attending Beacon academy.

[The life of a Hunstman and Employment.]

After graduation, Team ANGL separated and went their separate ways as huntsmen in their home kingdoms,. Angel worked as a huntsmen across Remnant for 3 years, but he quickly became disillusioned with the life he lead, he was alone and aside from his family, he truly had no one else around as he had lost touch with his former teammates. Angel returned to Beacon after being offered a job by the new headmaster of the academy , he felt he could do more as a teacher and so Angel graciously accepted. He became a teacher for the eldest students about the graduate.

As Professor Solishart, Angel was a strict teacher, keeping control of his students with a iron will, it made him respected and perhaps a bit feared among his students making it clear he was not to be crossed. Angel greatly emphasized the important of a team and their unity and most of his tests involved testing his students not only in their prowess as a team but their prowess as individual, he sought to teach his students about the harsh realities of being a huntsman and huntress.

Name : Angel Solishart Race : Human Age : 30s > 40s Weapon : Bright Retribution Fighting Style : Gunkata. Gender : Male Complexion : White Height : 6' Hair Color : Red Eye Color : Blue Aura Color : Bright Gold Affiliation : Beacon Academy Occupation : Full Time Huntsman / Combat Teacher Team : ANGL Partner : Nade Dianthus (Former.)Semblance : Sol

[Physical Appearance]

Angel is decently tall , He stands at 6'0 and weighs 200 pounds.

He has a pale complexion, His hair from birth is a deep red color, straight and to the side and long reaching past his waist and it often times tied at the end. Angel’s physic is that of a man who exercises regularly, and that he does, he never neglects his daily training. His body is sculpted, he has an Adonis like figure, the most notable feature is his particularly large chest. Angel has striking blue eyes, his deep blue eyes are accompanied by long lashes and a mole under the edge of his right eye. He wears gold framed glasses and sun shaped earrings. [Civilian clothing]

Angel is almost always dressed in gentlemen's attire. He often wears turtleneck shirts, slacks, and boots. [Huntsman Outfit]

Angel's huntsman uniform consists of a long pristine white coat, with golden-colored lapels and cuffs, The edge of the coat's tail is lined in gold as well as the coat's interior. Under his coat, he wears white gloves, a long-sleeved white shirt with yellow buttons, with a corset-like garment wrapped around his waist. He wears white dress pants and knee-length heeled boots. He wears his gold-framed glasses and sun earrings.

[Personality]

Angel is a gentleman, brave and powerful; he possesses a strong sense of justice never hesitating to rush over to save innocent lives even when it may endanger his own. Angel is very kind and loving to the people that surround him; however he can also be very strict and can brutally scold them is they place themselves in danger. He is very protective of those he holds dear and in a capable of going to great lengths to protect them. He is passionate, charismatic, when in difficult situation he tends to use his wits and charm to get out of them but will fight his way out when given no other choice. He always trains every day to keep himself in top form and likes to manage his time to make sure he can have a life…however he can sometimes get too caught up in his slight workaholic tendencies.

Angel carries himself in a very regal, confident and collected manner, In a fight, Angel can be quite a show-man when it comes to combat, utilizing stylistic, flashy moves when against an opponent.

Angel is capable of very cruel and ruthless actions when facing those who have harmed, abused or taken the lives of innocent beings, and while not stop until his enemies are either slain or have surrendered.

[Powers and Abilities] Angel is above the very peak of human strength, stamina, agility, and durability…due to the rigorous training he was placed through during his childhood and years of training in Beacon Academy.

He is most notably a master marksman and has exceptional skill with swords.

During his time in Beacon academy, along with him studying to become a huntsman, Angel took up other additional combat classes, he learned how to fight with his bare hands obtaining impressive skill in hand to hand combat, it was this training that would shape his fighting style going onwards.

He is very skilled in using dust in it’s raw form when in battle, he prefers fire and thunder dust over all others, whether it's weaving it into his gloves or his coat. [Weapon]

In comparison to real life guns, Bright Retribution dual guns, given the names Amber and Carnet work similarly to what could be described as two compacted heavily customized 500 S&W Magnum Handgun Revolvers. The guns were given a rapid-fire function and are able to blast a elemental-charged shot depending of which dust carriage was equipped at the time. Created from a rare alloy, these guns are particularly resilient and tough and can be used by Angel to strike his foes with blunt force, the handguards also share the same level of resilience and can be used to block and deflect edged weapon attacks. [Semblance : Sol Absorption]

By absorbing the light of the sun, Angel can become stronger, faster and more durable. The additional amount of energy can serve as a second aura.

It is an hereditary semblance. The years of training and years working as a professor in Beacon Academy, Angel has mastered his semblance. Angel obtained the ability to create and manipulate light and use it at will , he can use the light he creates to bind and restrain his enemies, it comes particularly handy in stopping rampaging Grimm.. or particularly fast opponents. At the expense of his aura, should Angel run out of ammunition he can transfer the light he absorbs and use it to fire at his targets.

At night his semblance works like that of a power meter in which case he will use up the energy he has gathered throughout the day.

[Fighting Style ] As a veteran huntsman Angel fights in a very focused and disciplined manner, choosing his attacks carefully and reacting quickly when the tide of battle changes. He analyzes everything surrounding him and studies his opponents before attacking and then going in for the kill.

He often fights with a combination of melee attacks and gunfire. His attacks are both graceful and brutal, He is capable of dispatching and physically overpowering multiple groups of Grimm with relative ease.

When it comes to dust, Angel prefers to use it in its natural raw state, elegant and destructive, whether its a stream of fire or calling down thunder Angel prefers to get creative with how he uses the dust on his arsenal, he can also use dust with melee attacks.

[Weaknesses and Limitations]

Catching him off guard, while he is not focused or paying attention is one of his weaknesses. Abuse of his semblance will deplete his aura to the point where it will affect his physical wellbeing and the only way for him to recover is after a prolonged period of rest. [Color Naming Rule]

Angel - is a reference to angels, who are often depicted dressed in White. Solishart - Solis - means sun in Latin, the sun is a 'White' star , the sun is always depicted as Yellow . Hart - sounds like heart which is often Red.

#VERSES

[infinitespiritblossoms]

To Catch a Butterfly 🦋 : Prologue

Warnings such as eventual Violence, smut, death, abuse, guns and romance, slow burn??, mentions of self harm and the“sewerslide” of a friend, might contain themes that might be considered dark like dubcon so you’ve been warned if it don’t come up now it will later

Part time escort who’s never lovey dovey with any of her other clients, they’re crude, rude, and mean, except for him.

Iwaizumi Hajime, poweful mafia boss, never seem to have time to get his dick wet and offhandedly says this to Oikawa and Matsukawa and they suggest the escort agency Adonis Blue, the agency is unhealthy obsessed with butterflies, but it’s kind of cute to him. He does check it out and it took him forever to find his perfect butterfly and she went by the name Atla. He’s sure that’s not her real name it didn’t stop the fact that he thought it fit perfectly with the picture of her the agency sent with a couple sheets detailing her to him. She had beautiful brown skin and her hair was braided falling around her shoulders, slightly big lips pulled back into a soft smile and eyes shining bright.

He found his butterfly.

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“How come you never ask me to leave?” He suddenly asked from where he was laying beside you. Raising from the bed slightly, leaning on your elbow contemplating his question. Tilting your head up sighing through you’re nose turning to him, your other hand finding a place on the side of his face, leaning in placing a chaste kiss on his lips but not moving even three inches away from his lips

“You treat me like A human being” mumbling softly with your eyes closed basking in subtle warmth he makes you feel

“You are a human being” he puzzled

“And that’s why i let you stay so close,” chuckling lightly “ I know it’s the bare minimum but I don’t even get that, not here or in my life outside of this. I’m not complaining because I’m very much used to being on my own and living for my sake since that’s all i had no family and people treated me less than a stray” you pointed out. You vaguely sense yourself being sucked into the memory of kids calling you names names and pushing you down, you even remember that one girl from high school who had cut your ponytail off and the teachers not caring to stop your torment. Feeling like no one cares and like a burden to your family, you waited for graduation and ran away not looking back just moving where ever you feel yourself being pulled. You ended up in a lot places and had a lot of experiences and you learned a lot being  out on your own.

Feeling light kisses on your faces, you're pulled back to the present with him staring at you with a smirk, just admiring you. Smiling brightly at him, you laid on your back motioning for him to cuddle you and him abiding pulling onto his chest with thick strong arms wrapped around you kissing the top of your head and you kissing his collarbone, the scent of teakwood and pine clings to him lightly feeling yourself relax more at the familiarity. There's also an underlying scent of your Black Chamomile body mist on him, making you feel things you knew were wrong in the line of business you chose to do.

So why do you still keep him so close? Knowing it’s so dangerous? Maybe it’s the thrill or maybe it’s the moment he wrap his arms around you, you know you’re safe and no one can touch you. At least not with him here.

#iwazumi smut #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi x reader #mafia!iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x pocreader

[hannahhook7744]

Descendants ocs;

Meet Haul Ryder Bjorgman. Age 14. He is the son of Queen Anna and King Kristoff Bjorgman, the nephew of Elsa, and the godson of Ryder and Honeymaren.

He loves Sven and Olaf and the Trolls with all his heart, as well as the castle staff and has his very own reindeer (named Oskar) and his very own snowgie named Boreas.

He likes reading, exploring, puppets, bike riding, gymnastics, parkour, animals, snow, hiking, horseback riding, chess, board games, painting, sledding, singing, music, and knows how to play various instruments.

He is one of the few kids in Auardon to openly accept the vks at the very beginning. He also doesn't call them vks or evils or villains because he thinks it's extremely rude. He calls them transfer students. He likes pranking.

Meet Hannah Artemis Villa Princeps -Gothel-Hook. Age 12. She is the biological daughter of Cassandra Gothel and Varian Villa Princeps and the adoptive daughter of Zarina and James Hook.

She's the niece of The Gothel twins, Rapunzal, Flynn, and Ginny Gothel, and the granddaughter of Mama Hook, Mother Gothel, Captain of the Guards in corona, and Quirin.

This makes her the sister of Harriet, Harry, and Cj Hook, and the cousin of Ruby, Finn, and Anxelin Fitzherbert.

She likes writing, sailing, stealing, inventing, designing, drawing, role playing, texting, sword-fighting, reading, watching tv, swimming, playing games, and being the messenger of the isle. She also likes dancing, singing, parkour, and doing magic even though it's not technically allowed.

She has her own crew but they usually remain neutral in most matters (EXCEPT for the whole Uma-Mal thing).

She is alot like her parents and siblings, and had her own pet racoon (who she named Atlas). She also has an owl named Promethus.

Her parents were murdered when she was a baby and she was made partially deaf and extremely near sighted by whatever killed them.

She has magic that she inherited from both of them (remnants of the moonstone in Cass and Varian's blue hair stripe that is definitely linked to the moonstone) and didn't learn that she was adopted until recently.

She doesn't go to school but is well educated. She likes pranking and doesn't want to hurt anybody but she's protective of her friends and family, and children. And she will fight anyone who hurts them.

She is dangerous when she's angry. She is also very hyper and rarely sleeps. She's almost nocturnal at this point, as are her friends. She's been mentored by great pirates like Hook, Long John Sliver, Red Jessica, and Jack Sparrow. She is the Captain of the Storm Bringer.

Meet Skia Erebus Aoratos. Age 12.

Hannah's 2nd in command. She is the daughter of Persephone and Hades, and she helps lead souls of the isle to the underworld.

She is a highly intelligent vk with murderous tendencies who doesn't understood people very well despite having a kind soul and mind. She isn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

And She likes music, parkour, art, writing, fighting, and doing tattoos. She's a great swordsman and has very strong magic, as does Hannah. She's also very good with kids and at cards, and gambling. Never bet against her. You won't win.

Meet Treycor Adonis Fae. Age 13.

He is the son of Hades and Maleficent. He can turn into a blue flaming dragon.

He has magic and is a temperamental musican and martial artist who isn't afraid to fight back. He's good at potions and is the quartermaster of Hannah's crew.

He is called the dragon whisperer on the isle and most people know better than to pick a fight with him. They almost never win.

Darcy Morrigan Aoratos. Age 12.

She is the daughter of Lord Hades and Queen Narissa of Andalasia. She is the half sister of Mal, Noah, Skia, Hadie, and Treycor. She has a crush on Luke Tremaine.

She is an artsy goth girl who loves poetry, urban legends, creepy things, cryptids, spies, sailing, sword fighting, fortune telling, reading, watching old media, photography, and fighting.

She is a strong magic user and the surgeon (and mortician) of Hannah's crew.

She has a pet bat named Poe and shares a pet cebrus named Spot with her siblings.

Lucas "Luke " Larson Tremaine-Westergaard of the southern isles the 3rd. Age 12.

He is the son of Drizella Tremaine and Prince Hans Westergaard of the southern isles. Nephew of Hans' 12 brothers (including the stabbington brothers), their wives, Prince Charming, Cinderella, Anastasia Tremaine, and Jacob the Baker.

He is the cousin of Aaron, Anya, Amara, and Anthony Tremaine as well as Chad Charming, the Westergaard cousins, and the stabbington cousins. Grandson of Lady Tremaine. He is the brother of Evie, Dizzy, Debbie, Dotty, Dixie, Dorothy, Delanie, and Daphne.

He has a pet cat named Lightning and a pet horse named Saturn.

He is Hannah's first mate. He is also the cook of the crew.

He likes filmmaking, cooking, baking, racing, listening to music, dancing, singing, sword-fighting, horseback riding, games, sailing, and exploring. He has a crush on Darcy Aoratos.

Noah Sage Aoratos. Age 8.

He is the son of Lady Persephone and Lord Hades of the underworld. Relative of the Olympians. Brother of Mal, Treycor, Hadie, Skia, and Darcy.

He is the cabin boy and powder monkey of Hannah's crew.

He loves gardening, sailing, cooking, climbing, parkour, sword fighting, punk and rock music, swimming, singing, dancing, tye dye, sewing, treasure hunting, playing games, cooking, baking,hide and seek, exploring, reading, coloring, spirt communications, and art.

He has a stuffed koala named 'Sunflower '.

Peachy Anne-Marie Gothel. Age 13.

She is the daughter of Mother Gothel and Captain Flynn (from Jake and the neverland pirates).

She is the boatswain of Hannah's crew and the mom friend of the group.

She likes reading, watching tv, sleeping, sweets, comic books, writing, filming things, playing games, music, drawing, editing, making videos, exploring, freedom, playing video games, studying, and teaching.

She also likes taking care of her butterflies. She also likes hanging out with her friends.

Remi Phoniex de Vil. Age 12.

He is the son of Cruella de Vil. He is the half-sibling of Carlos de vil.

He is the other chef and the prison guard of Hannah's crew.

He likes music, video games , writing, memes, art, and reading. He has no pets. He is also a great swordsman, thief, and cook.

And finally, there's the Storm Bringer. Hannah's pirate ship that she won in a poker game when she was 6. The person tried to back out but Hannah's mentors and family hadn't let them.

(Don't be afraid to ask questions down in the comments down below. Also these are mine and my friends ocs do if you want to use one, you have to ask).

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #disney #disney headcanons #disney ocs #disney descendants headcanons #descendants headcanons #descendants ocs #disney descendants ocs #original character #descendants movies #wicked world #disney wicked world #disney movies #descendants fanfiction

[aloraundomiel]

Wartober/Kisstober - Day 4

I’ve decided to combine @rubinecorvus Wartober 2021 and @raincoffeeandfandoms Kisstober 2021 prompt challenges for double the fun and double the headache. :3

Day 4 - Navigate + Slow Kisses

WARNING: POETIC AND OVERLY METAPHORED ALLUSIONS TO SEX AHEAD

Dick has always loved maps.

As a boy he’d been obsessed with charting the world, one latitude at a time. He could see the peaks of the Himalayas on every globe. The jungles of Madagascar in every atlas. The sea currents. The depths of the Pacific Ocean in every naval chart.

He’d trailed bony boy hands over the lines of longitude, zigzagging past the equator and up to each pole in turn, imagining the far off lands detailed in perfect topography beneath his fingertips and what adventures they may hold. Wild animals perhaps. Inland seas the color of blue only dreamt of, brimming over with dolphins bearing their backs of gold. Rubies deep in the planet’s crust the size of a fist, too glamorous even for the most queenly neck. Anything beyond the tidy suburban monotony of Lancaster, Pennsylvania.

He’d joined the air force with a head full of boyish fantasies that never quite grew up. A misplaced Peter Pan training to plummet to the ground instead of fly, while fiery flak explodes in every direction. Dick falls from planes and navigation blows away, pulling it with him. A mere leaf in the wind. A tiny insignificant speck in a great big world.

He never lands in the lush tropical jungles of his childhood imagination. He never sets foot on the coastline with water so crystal clear you can see straight to the bottom. He lands in Hell. And there are no fantastic creatures here, no jewels or mountain-whisp clouds to chase. No sunsets over the curve of the horizon.

There’s only death. And fear. And the responsibility of leading men who look to him for guidance out of the smoke and into the daylight. He grips his compass like a lifeline and does his best. It’s almost good enough. They almost all make it to the next day.

Dick gets lost occasionally.

When he’s left to the watches of his chilly billet and the candles in the rest of the camp have long gone out. That’s when the isolation strikes hardest and the ghosts feel free to crowd in. They cast a shade so thick, he chokes, drowning on his own failures, his own insipidity. He wonders if he’ll ever make it out to see the sun again. If he’ll ever find the way back.

And then enters Nix.

With his sly, self assured grin and his dark, sardonic wit. He slips like a wish into Dick’s billet, or the potato cellar of a blown out building, or the back of the jeep when he purposely drives off the marked path. He takes Dick’s hand and cocks that brow that says “Trust me” and by God and all his angels, Dick does. He follows blindly and oh so willingly, grateful for the guide and indebted to Nix for knowing exactly when he’s in danger of venturing too far off course.

Nix strips him of the olive military wool that demands strict obedience. The color that barters not a hair of deviation from a pre-drawn map made by men who don’t know what it’s like to nose dive into the inferno of battle. Nix casts it away, tossing it to the floor and covers Dick’s skin with his own hands, paints him with his own array of colors. A black-brown fan of lashes skirting over his collarbone, the red of his mouth at Dick’s pulse point, coral pink tongue in the shell of his ear, the beach sand tan of his calloused fingers tightening around Dick’s naked bicep. Teeth with brightness to rival the Pacific white caps on his chest and abdomen. Eyes the color of expensive coffee from the tropics glancing up over his belt buckle, warm and rich.

Nix kisses him and he can feel the earth’s rotation slow beneath his feet.

Nix touches him and gravity is solid and real beneath his back once more.

Nix traces the constellation of Dick’s freckles with his lips and Dick can set time by the star’s orbit again.

He lets Nix take him apart and put him back together, piece by tattered piece. Until he’s whole and functional again, at least for a little while. Long enough to get his bearings and restart the cycle of playing tour guide through the landscape of dreary Europe, his band of Lost Boys in tow.

He comes to the siren song of Nix’s praises, his lover urging him on with clever fingers that play Dick's body like a well rehearsed instrument. When he’s caught his breath and regained his sense enough to flip their positions, Dick pins Nix down. Cages him against the cot and splays him wide, the scroll of his skin like fine golden parchment in the dim candlelight.

Nix squirms under the tenacious attention, craving speed and friction. But Dick is on a mission. He’ll recommit every part of him to memory, burying it deep in his psyche like treasure. Until the mental image of Nix bowing under his hand becomes as priceless and coveted as monstrous gemstones he can bask amongst at whim. Sorting them like a king sitting on his spoils. He’ll relearn the lines and transits of Nix’s form until he can recite in perfect detail the landmarks of his moles, the patterns of his body hair, the slope and angle of his wrists. He’ll stake his flag here, laying claim to Nix’s body and heart as conquistadors of old did to things and locations too precious to part with.

He can read his future in the curve of Nix’s hip bones. The universe in the earth tones of his eyes.

“Dick,” Nix whispers, something between a whine and a moan. He scraps desperate fingernails along Dick’s scalp, trying to steer his mouth where he needs it most. “Come on. Come on.”

Dick won’t be bullied off course. He runs the tip of his tongue along the shadow of the Adonis belt Nix used to have when he was in peak fighting shape at the start of the war, lingering at the scar just there above the pelvic crest. He lets his lips trek as fingertips do, memorizing the most scenic routes across and over and around this body he loves so dearly.

He steers southward down from the navel, following the trail of dark hair and Nix groans. He heads north to circumvent a nipple and Nix whimpers. He nibbles and sucks contrails on every inch he can find, until Nix bears the purple marks that label him as Dick’s territory and Dick’s alone.

He wrings curses and prayers and nonsense from Nix’s mouth. Until he arches beneath him and cries his release into the hush of Dick’s palm, breathy laughter squeezing through the spaces in Dick’s fingers.

“Jesus Christ,” Nix gasps, chest heaving with blasphemy and bliss. He tugs at Dick until he slides back up the length of his form, letting out the softest sigh for every slow kiss pressed to each body part on the journey up. “How do you do that? Remember exactly what gets me going? You always know.”

“I’m good at cartography,” Dick says.

“The hell does that mean?”

Dick just shrugs, cranes his neck down to pepper his shoulder with kisses.

Nix pulls a face that suggests Dick might be moderately insane, but then he laughs that ruby-ocean-wilderness-touchstone laugh of his and maneuvers Dick fully down on top of him for a long, lazy, silky sweet kiss. And though they’re both sated and satisfied for now, passing back and forth the same oxygen, filling each other's sails - it does not feel like journey’s end.

It feels like a beginning. Each and every time he’s with Nix and resets his course by the steady, unwavering foundation of his being. It’s always a new start. One he hopes against hope never stops resetting.

Because Nix has always been his True North.

Dick kisses his mouth and feels like he’s come home.

#winnix #my fic #waxing poetic #navigate #slow kisses #dick winters #lewis nixon #band of brothers #fanfic #fanfic prompt #kisstober 2021 #wartober 2021

[trans-and-baby-names]

Masculine Names

Aaron  Abdul Abe  Abel Abraham  Abram Ace Achilles  Adair Adam Adonis Adrian Adriel  Ahmed Ajax Ajay Aiden Alan Albert Alejandro Alex Alexander Alfonso Alfred Alistair Alister Allen  Alonzo Amadeo Amadeus Amani Amari Ambrose Amir Anders  Anderson Andre Andreas Andrew Andy Angel Angelo Angus Ansel  Anson Anthony Antonio Apollo Aries Archer Archie Aristotle Arlo  Arnaldo Arnold Arsenio Arthur Arturo Arwin Asa Asher Aslan Atlas  Atticus Aubrey August Augustin Augustine Augustus Aurelio Aurelius Austin Axel  Aziz

Balthazar  Bane Barnabas  Barnaby Barney Baron  Barrett Basil Bastian  Bear Beau Beck Ben Benjamin  Benji Bentley Bernard Bertram Bertrand  Blake Blaze Blue Bobby Bodhi Booker Boris  Boston Bowie Boyd Brad Bradford Bradley Bram  Bramwell Bran Brandon Brandt Braxton Braylen Brayden Brendon  Brent Brett Brian Briar Brick Bridge Bridger Brock Brody Brogan  Bronx Brook Brooks Bruce Bruno Brutus Bryce Bryson Buck Bud Buddha  Buddy Buck Burt Burton Buster Buzz Byron 

Cade  Caden Cain  Cairo Caius Calder  Caleb Callum Calvin Cam  Cameron Camillo Campbell Carl  Carlisle Carlito Carlo Carlos Carlton  Carmine Carson Carter Casper Caspian Cassian  Cassias Cato Cecil Cedar Cedric Cesar Chad Chadwick  Chance Charles Charlton Chase Chauncey Chester Chidi Chip  Christoff Christoph Christopher Christian Chuck Cian Cillian  Clarence Clark Claud Clay Clayton Cliff Clifford Clint Clinton  Clyde Coby Cody Colby Cole Collin Colt Colton Conan Connor Conrad  Constantine Cooper Copper Corbin Cornelius Cory Cosmo Cosmos Costas Craig Crispin Cruz Curt Curtis Cyrus

Dale  Dallas  Dalton Damien  Damon Dan Dane Daniel  Dante Darius Darrel Darren  Dash Dashiell Davey David Dawson  Dax Daxton Deacon Dean DeAndre Declan  Demetrius Denali Dennis Denny Denzel Derek  Derrick Des Desmond Dewey Dex Dexter Diego Diesel  Dion Dirk Dixon Dmitri Dominic Donatello Donovan Dorian  Doug Douglas Draco Drew Duke Duncan Dustin Dusty Dwayne Dwight  Dylan Dyson 

Earl  Easton  Edgar Edmund  Eduardo Edward Edwin  Egon Eli Elijah Elias  Elliott Ellis Elroy Elton  Emanuel Emeric Emerson Emery  Emil Emiliano Emmett Emrys Enrique  Enzo Eric Ernest Ernesto Ernie Esteban  Ethan Eugene Eustace Euvan Evan Evander Everett  Ezekiel Ezra 

Fabian  Fabio Falcon  Faustus Felix Ferdinand  Fergus Ferguson Fernando Fidel  Fido Finbar Findlay Finn Finnley  Fionn Fisher Fitz Fletcher Flint Florence  Florian Ford Forrest Fort Foster Fowler Fox  Francesco Francis Francisco Franco Frank Frankie  Franklin Fred Freddy Fredrick Frederico

Gabe  Gabriel  Gael Gage  Gale Galen Garfield Garrett Gaston Gatsby  Gavin Geoffrey Geordie George  Gerald Gerard Gideon Gil Gilbert  Gilberto Giovanni Glenn Gordon Gordy  Grady Graham Grant Gray Grayson Gregg  Gregory Grey Griffin Griffith Grover Gunner  Gunther Gus Gustavo Guy 

Hades  Hal Hamilton  Hank Hans Harley Harrison  Harry Hawk Hayden Hayes Heath Hector  Henrik Hendrix Henry Herb Herbert Herbie  Hercules Hermes Hershel Hiram Holden Howard  Howie Hudson Hugo Humphrey Hunter Hux Huxley 

Ian Igor Iker Irvin Isaac Isaiah Ivan 

Jace  Jack Jackson  Jacob Jaques Jaden  Jake Jalen Jamal James  Jameson Jared Jason Jax  Jay Jed Jedidiah Jefferson  Jeffrey Jeremiah Jeremy Jerome  Jerry Jesus Jethro Jett Jim Jimmy  Joe Joel Johan Johannes John Johnny Jonah  Jonas Jonathan Jones Jordan Jose Joseph Joshua  Josiah Juan Juanito Judah Judas Judd Jude Jules Julian  Julien Julio Julius Junior Jupiter Jurgen Justice Justin Justus 

Kaden  Kai Kaiser  Kale Kaleb Kane  Keane Keanu Keaton  Keegan Keenan Keith  Kellen Kenan Kendrick  Kenneth Kenzo Keoni Kevin Khalid  Kian Kieran Kiernan Kingsley Kingston Killian  Kip Kwan Kyle

Lachlan  Lake Lamar  Lance Lancelot  Landon Lane Larkin  Larry Lars Laurence Laurent  Lawrence Lawson Lazlo Legend Leif  Leith Leland Leo Leon Leonardo Leopold  Leroy Levi Liam Lincoln Linden Logan Loki  London Lonnie Lonny Lorcan Lorenzo Lou Louie  Louis Luc Luca Lucas Lucian Lucky Luke Lupe Luther

Maddox  Maksim Malachi  Malachy Malakai Malcolm  Malik Manfred Manny Marcel Marcello  Marcellus Marcio Marcius Marco Marcos  Marcus Marian Marino Mario Marius Mark  Marlin Marlon Marmaduke Marques Mars Marshall  Martin Marty Marvel Marvin Massimo Mason Matt Matteo  Matthew Maurice Maverick Max Maximilian Maximus Maxwell  Melvin Mercury Meredith Merritt Micah Michael Miguel Miles  Milo Mitchell Moe Monte Montgomery Murdoch Murphy Murray Murtagh  Murtaugh Myles

Nathan  Nathaniel  Ned Nelson  Nemo Neo Neon  Neptune Neville  Newt Newton Nick  Nicky Nicola Nicolai  Nicholas Niko Noah Noel Nolan  Norm Norman Novak 

Obadiah  Octavio Octavius  Odin Olaf Oleg Oliver  Olivier Omar Orion Orlando  Orville Osborn Oscar Oso Osvaldo  Oswald Ottis Otto Owen Oz Ozzy

Pablo  Palmer Panther  Parker Pascal Patrick Paul  Paxton Pedro Penn Percival Percy Perseus  Peter Peyton Phil Philip Phineas Phoenix Pier  Pierce Pierre Pilot Pluto Porter Poseidon Preston  Prince Prosper

Qadir  Quincy Quinn  Quinton 

Raiden  Ralph Ramone  Ramses Randall Randolph  Randy Raphael Ravi Ray Raymond Red  Reece Reggie Reginald Regis Reid Remington  Reuben Rex Reynald Reynaldo Reynard Rhett Rhys  Ricardo Richard Richie Richmond Rick Ricky Rico Ridge  Riley Rio Riordan River Robert Roberto Robbie Rocco Rocky  Rodney Rodrigo Roger Ricky Riley Rod Rodrick Roger Roland  Roman Romeo Ross Rowan Rudy Rufus Russell Ryder Ryker Rylan Ryland 

Salem  Salvador  Salvator Sam  Samir Sampson Samson  Samuel Sander Sandford Sanjay  Santiago Saul Sawyer Scott Sean Sebastian  Septimus Serge Sergio Seth Seus Seymour Shane  Shawn Shayne Sheldon Shepherd Sherlock Sherman Shin Sidney  Sigmund Silas Silver Silvester Simon Sinclair Sinjin Sirius  Slade Slate Sol Solomon Sonny Sparrow Spartacus Spencer Spike  Soren Stan Stanford Stanley Steele Stephen Steven Stevie Stone Sven Summit  Sullivan Sully Sylvester

Tad  Tag Talon  Tanner Tate  Ted Teddy Teo Teodor  Teodoro Terence Terrell  Terry Tex Thad Thaddeus Thane  Thatcher Theo Theoden Theodore Thomas  Thor Thorn Tiberius Tiger Tito Titus Timothy  Titus Tobias Toby Tommy Tony Topher Trace Travis  Trent Trenton Trev Trevor Trey Tristan Troy Truman Tucker  Tudor Tullio Tullius Tully Tycho Tyler Tyrell Tyrese Tyrone  Tyson

Uberto  Ulric Ulrich  Ulysses Uriah Urban Urijah  Uriel

Van  Vance  Vaugn Victor  Vince Vincenco Vincent  Vinny Virgil Vlad Vladimir 

Wade  Walden  Waldo Walker  Wallace Wally Walt  Walter Warner Warren  Watson Waylon Wayne Wendall  Wesley Westley Weston Wilbert  Wilbur Wilder Wiley Wilfred Will William  Winston Wolf Wolfe Wolfgang Woodrow Wyatt 

Xander  Xavier Xavion  Xenon

Yael  Yahir York Yosef  Yousef Yusef

Zac  Zach Zachariah  Zacharias Zachary Zack  Zander Zane Zayden Zeke  Zeus Ziggy Zion Zoltan

#masculine names #trans masculine #masculine #trans #trans names #transgender #baby names #names #boy names #trans boy #trans man #trans guy #dog names #name asks #name change #name stuff #name suggestions #name struggles #name advice #name choosing #name help #name inspiration #name ideas #name list #name problems #pet names #cat names

[awkward-gay-bro]

Johnny Bravo, Caesar, and Zeb Atlas -Twink, Himbo, or Bear

For @brandedx2​

The competitors all took the stage, each wondering who this mysterious benefactor funding the event was. There were no judges, no audience, just a single camera in the otherwise event hall. It would have been strange enough for each of them to leave, had they not each already received a sizable donation to their personal accounts just to enter. And the promise of an eight figure grand prize was enough to deal with any sort of weirdness. A buzzer went off and the light on the camera turned on, so each of them began showing offer the work they had put into their sculpted bodies. After about five minutes or so of them flexing, another buzzer went off. As they each wondered if this whole thing was already over, smoke machines turned on all around the stage. Each smoke machine sprayed out different a cloud of different colors, blues, greens, reds, all sorts of different colors. The smoke was so thick, none of the competitors could see each other through the vapor. 

The blue smoke engulfing Johnny felt like it was eating away at his very being. It felt like he had bugs swarming under his skin, as his body rearranged itself. The little body fat he had all swarmed to his pecs and his ass, creating two sets of shelves on his body. He felt a liquid rushing through his pores as a small layer of synthol added an extra boost to his ghetto booty and muscle tits. His bones shot up as he stacked an additional five inches onto his already tall frame. His muscles compacted but became even more pronounced with his lower body fat. His face became more angular while his lips plumped so much that he was forced into a perpetual pucker. The small posing shorts he was wearing erupted as his little buddy grew into an eleven-inch monster as thick as his arm. The poser itself shrunk around his package, all the fabric moving to cover his sizable cock until he was left with nothing but a thong. 

Ceaser had done enough interesting things in the porn he’d starred in to not feel comfortable still flexing through the haze. Even so, he couldn’t see through anything through the swirling red smoke, but his body felt like it was on fire. Every part of him itched as his recently waxed body grew a beastly coat of hair hiding all of his muscles. Quickly, those muscles were hidden away as 100 lbs of fat poured into every inch of his once Adonis like figure. His once proud pecs drooped down into a hairy pair of man boobs over his still growing muscle gut. He felt a loss of breath as he aged two decades in a matter of seconds, crows feet and laugh lines decorating his face. As his balls began to sag they expanded from a set of golf balls, to tennis balls, until two fists sized cahones dragged down between his legs. The hair on his head started to thin, as the hair on his face grew out to make up for it. He even felt his bare arms become coated in a cold leather jacket. The tight leather made its way up his legs, coating his lower half everywhere except his pelvis as his shorts faded into nothing. 

The purple fog surrounding Zeb felt almost solid as weighed heavy on his body. Zeb could feel it pushing down on him, as his body condensed from 6’3’’ down to a tiny 5’4’’. At this point he felt like he couldn’t even move, his muscles forced together turning him into a fireplug of a man. But that quickly changed as his muscles evaporated out of his body, joining the smoke surrounding him. All that was left was a waifish fairy of a man, forced to hold up his trunks so they didn’t fall down. Usually Zeb would be fine showing off his body in the bare, but he’d never felt so insecure s he was with his scrawny new frame. Holding his hand so closed to his crotch didn’t do anything to strengthen his sense of masculinity as the girthy hose he was so proud of dwindled away into a tiny nub, guaranteeing he’d never be topping in one of his movies again. All the follicles below his nose seemed to vanish, hair would never again be able to grow on his body. The tiny man was finally able to let go of his shorts, as his ass plumped up so much it was able to hold it in place, even though it was made for a man three times his current size. As he moved to inspect his now gargantuan ass, the trunks began to swirl in shape and color, leaving behind a metallic pink pair of booty shorts so tight they outlined every dimple. 

Another large buzzer went off, as a hot pink fog shot out of each of the smoke machines, engulfing all three men. Each of them slowly lost all of their inhibitions as a heat started spreading through their new bodies. At first, they each thought a new set of changes were about to start, but their bodies stayed the same. The heat and hunger got more and more intense until they couldn’t help but search the stage for something to cure it. 

The final buzzer sounded and dozens of fans started blaring, blowing all of the smoke off of the stage. The men were finally able to see their new forms, but they were too focused on feeding their hunger to even think about anything else. Zeb was in a state of bliss as his face was pushed into Johnny’s crotch, the eleven inches tickling pushing past the back of his throat. Caesar rhythmically thrusted into the effeminate twink, his gut jiggling with every movement. As they all climaxed at once, the fog finally cleared from their minds, finally able to take in their new realities.

#twinkification #himboification #bearification #let's play a game #my work #thb

[writemarvelousthings]

She Wolf

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 993 

Summary: He finds you in the dark and cold, but can he really run with a she wolf. 

Warnings: none really except a little tiny bit of smut 

A/N: Alright my dudes, it’s been a while since i wrote anything of substance and I was reading a lot of poetry and I got inspired and ran with it. This is just me stretching out my writing muscles again. So feed back would really really be appreciated as I’m trying to get my confidence back again. So here we go. 

Gif not mine. 

She was nothing like Steve has ever experienced. A beauty bathed in smoke and blood, a cosmic paradox that he had never wanted to run as far away from. And yet, he had a deep need to crawl deep inside her and fuse his skin to her bones. She was a wolf and didn’t apologise for it.

You were always destined for more than what you were born into. That’s what your handler would always say. Beautiful and lethal was a dangerous mix. Snatched away from your old life you became a mystery crawled in destruction and death. You were forged out of steel with a fire in your veins and a grin that could make the worst of them tremble in your wake, but not one.

He found you in an isolation cage deep in the belly of the raft. He was a war criminal, no longer was he the golden boy. No, he was darker and more broken. Pieces of him shattered and lost to the wind. Maybe that's why he didn’t run away, why he ignored every atom in his molecular structure to leave you there. The figure sat in the dark eyes trained on him, watching his every move like a wild animal waiting to strike. He couldn’t run, his feet fused to the cold damp floor. The growing darkness inside him whispered in his ear, the key pad smashed under his hand like sand. And you smiled.

You were used to being on your own. A lone she wolf dancing in the flames of the destruction you left behind, like bread crumbs teasing him.

‘I’m here, follow me. Come find me’

But the thrill of the chase and the hunt were both intoxicating. Steve often wondered who was the wolf and who was Red Riding hood being led to their doom. It was a terrifying thought to Steve, that you were both. Innocent and deadly, something he couldn’t understand but wanted more.

He chased you around the world, always two steps behind until he finally caught up. It was a small apartment in Prague where he found you. Your hair still damp from your earlier shower, bloodied clothes thrown haphazardly across the desk chair. Smoke billowing from your lips as the cigarette dangled loosely between your fingers. Your eyes gazed to his, calling to him like a siren in dark waters. It took two strides for him to be on you, caging you between the cold of the window and the warmth of his chest. He swore he could see the flashes of fire in your eyes as you took another drag, smoke filling his senses before he closed the gap between you. He swallowed your moans, relishing the feeling of your fingers in his hair along his shoulders, down his chest and lower. Grasping his length around your fingers making a growl thunder in his chest reverberating through his bones. Oh how he loved it, each breath you took was invitingly toxic.

He took you right up against the window. This Adonis, Atlas the man with the world on his shoulders. Fighting for what he believed in and yet here he was. Cock heavy between your legs, draped over you, breathing you in. You could see underneath all that responsibility, he was a man not unlike you, forged in volcanoes and earthquakes. Strong enough to crush your windpipe with a snap of his wrist and yet here he was. Reborn inside you, baptised between your thighs as he snapped his hips against yours causing your back to arch up. Stars of pleasure danced under your eyelids. He was a man of mystery and you found yourself falling deeper and deeper.

The tangled bodies on the floor were almost moulded into one. Steve didn’t quite know where you started and he ended, fingers danced across skin. Tracing lines and discovering scars. Scars tell stories that can never be put into words, Steve discovered you had more than most. He didn’t pry, he knew breaking you out of the raft you had to have a past. Why would they lock you awake in the dark and cold, far away from the light. Yes you had a past, but Steve wasn’t sure either of you wanted to open that pandora's box.

The world had gone to hell, for five years he thought of nothing else but you. The girl who was forged in flames turned to ash in his hands. Five years of trying to move on and it led to a battlefield. He was tired, he was ready to let the jaws of death take him. And then he saw you, a wolf in battle. Soaked in blood and dust, the flash of war in your eyes as you prowled your domain. Equal parts of grace and lethal power he had been drawn too, he watches as you turn. Eyes fleck with ash as you seek him out and grin.

The dust had finally settled and life resumed as normal as it could. Families reconnected and reformed, you think back to where your life began full of gunfire and poison. A she wolf howling in the night. Wandering down the halls of the new Avengers compound, it was strange being a part of something that was good. Trying to help the world grow from the hell it endured in the last five years, you stopped in front of a door. Brand new writing marking it for all to see.

‘Director of the Avengers’

It was a new ear for you. A chance to finally use the steel in your bones for good, opening the door blue eyes look up from the large desk. The golden boy now with shades of grey and red in his ledger trying to make the world a better place smiled. It was a knowing smile that shared with you all the secrets you needed to know. And you grinned, you finally found your pack.

Tagging those who might be interested! 

@abovethesmokestacks  @bucky-plums-barnes​ @fvckingavengers​ @shreddedparchment @captain-rogers-beard @lostinthoughtsandfeelings @sinner-as-saint​ 

#steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #captain america x reader #captain america imagine

[z-iridest]

Yu-Gi-Oh!: Renegade

Chapter One:

Our story begins in the year 2109, 30 years after Dracnus' rise to power in 2079. Across from a thriving but tightly controlled Cypher City, was the desolate Junkyard. Ruins of Old Satelite, remnants of a near century old past, still stood. Some of the ruins held hidden entrances to Underground City. The door to one such entrance, hidden in a small, abandoned one story house that stood in ruins under the what remained of the old Daedalus Bridge, slid open as a shadowed figure stepped through. The figure's hood covered their head, their chin down to keep their face hidden away from those who could possibly see them, a messenger bag draped across their body. Feet clad in silver buckled, black combat boots stepped out into the light, the shadow's black gloved hand coming up to shield their eyes as they lifted their head. The sunlight shone through storm clouds that were beginning to form, warming the the shadow's body.

The figure took in a deep breath of the air around them before removing their hood, revealing their delicate face to the sunlight, and the jacket around their body, tying the article of clothing around their slim waist and revealing the outfit underneath. Anyone who looked at the figure could tell it was female, the jacket that was currently tied snug around her waist being too big for her. The young girl closed her jade flecked-sapphire blue eyes for a moment as she took in the sun's warmth, raising a flesh arm and a black glove covered arm out to each side as she tipped her head back.

Her silver hair fell backward to gather behind her shoulders, the length long enough to reach the small of her back and glinting in the light as it moved with the gentle autumn breeze that passed through. Normally covered by her hair, an 11 year old scar ran across her left eye, a reminder of the accident that had taken her left arm. The young woman wore a short sleeved, black top that hung off her right shoulder, the left sleeve not being long enough to cover a small area of the robotic prosthetic that had replaced her missing arm, the metal glistening in the light with her hair. On the lower half were dark jeans, the bottom of which cut off in the same place her boots began.

Exhaling deeply, the female reopened her eyes, pulling a black hair tie off her right wrist and finger combing her hair with her nails as she gathered it in one hand before tying her hair back, beginning to carefully navigate around the rusted parts of Duel Runners, Duel Disks and old scrap metal alike. Her sapphire eyes scanned the area around her, carefully examining for any parts that could be retrieved and repaired. As a citizen of Underground City, she was responsible for repairing prosthetics, helping those who needed her most. In fact, it wasn't unusual for her to be scowering the Junkyard for any salvageable parts.

This day, however, there were specific parts she was looking for. She carefully stepped into a clear spot, squatting down to pick up a part, examining it. 'Looks good so far.... Little bit of rust and it’s a bit broken, but thankfully, it's nothing I can't fix.' The young woman thought as she placed the part in her bag before continuing her search. As she gathered parts, her mind wandered, a small smile appearing on her face as she remembered the first time she watched a Turbo Duel....

At the time, she was a mere 3-year-old, getting startled out of of a nap by the sound of engines revving in a video playing on something nearby her. She slowly slid off the bed she was sleeping on and waddled toward the sound. She found her older brother, who had been 10 at the time, studying a video. "Liiia, wha you doing?" She asked him, rubbing her eyes with one hand while dragging a security blanket behind her with the other. Liam, her older brother, smiled down at her. He had their father's dark hair, jet black as coal, but they both had their mother's jade flecked sapphire blue eyes.

"Come over here and I'll show you, baby bird." He spoke, holding out his hands for her. She reached up for him and he picked her up, making her giggle as he tickled her sides a bit, setting her down on his lap before her eyes caught sight of what was on the screen in front of her.

"I summon Junk Synchron!" One of the duelists in the video shouted.

"Whas that?" She'd asked him.

"This is a Turbo Duel. See, these duelists have these special motorcycles called Duel Runners, and they use them to race around an arena to duel. That one," He pointed to the one on the red Duel Runner. "Is Yusei Fudo."

"Yuusay!" She giggled, copying her brother.

"Yep, that's right. And that," He pointed to the duelist on the white Duel Runner. "Is Jack Atlas."

"Jack." She repeated, watching the Duel with wide eyes while her older brother took notes for his class. Suddenly, the picture on the video went black. "Where they go?" She asked.

"Nobody knows what happened between what you saw and what happened just now... All we know is that Yusei was declared the winner when the picture came back." Liam told her.

"Oh... Liiia, can I duel too someday?" She asked, being pulled into a hug by her older brother.

"Maybe one day, little Phoenix." Liam told her as her little arms wrapped around him. "Maybe one day."

'I wish you were here, Liam...' She thought, bringing herself out of the bittersweet memories of a once happy past as she raised her metal arm. Taking off her glove for a moment, her slender fingers pressed a couple buttons on her robotic arm to pull up a holographic screen. She swiped to the right a couple times before zooming in a bit on the blueprint she was looking for, looking over her design and crossing off the parts she needed as she found them. Years of studying previous blueprints from Duel Disks led to the young girl creating her own, making adjustments and upgrading the design to give it a more modern, unique touch. She continued navigating the Junkyard, picking up the parts she saw that either were intact or easily fixable. Once the building process was complete for her Duel Disk, the next part was the testing phase. If this prototype passed the test, it would revolutionize Duel Monsters forever...

'One day at a time, Yuko Adonis.' Yuko shook her head, clearing the building excitement from her mind. 'Don't count your chickens before they hatch...' Just as she picked up the last part she needed and crossed it off her list, she was blinded by the sunlight reflecting off something. Blinking rapidly, she adjusted her position to get a better look at what was causing it. Something white was poking out of one of the piles of scrap metal. 'What the deck is that? ' Yuko asked herself, raising an eyebrow before she carefully trecked toward it. Once she reached the object, she carefully removed as much of the debris from on top of it as she could, surprised by what she found, but knowing she should have expected it...

It was torn apart, the dueling system itself trashed, some parts were missing while others were either broken or rusted beyond repair, and the tires looked a little low on air, but there was no doubt that what Yuko was looking at had once been the Phoenix Whirlwind, the Duel Runner of the former King of Turbo Duels himself... Jack Atlas. Yuko knelt beside it, running her hand along the Runner. She could practically feel the duels it had been through, could hear Jack's voice pumping up the crowds as he ran laps around the old Kaiba Dome back in his day...

'This doesn't belong here... Not really...' Yuko examined the Duel Runner a bit closer. It would take some effort, but it was possible to get it to her garage. There, she could examine the complete damage and determine whether or not she could actually fix it. Making up her mind, Yuko cleared the scrap metal from around the tire, grabbed the handle bars and began pushing the Duel Runner toward the doorway to Underground City. Could she fix it? Her usual answer to that question would have been an immediate yes, however, this was the one thing she wasn't so sure she could fix, but she sure was going to try.

No way could she give up on a piece of Duel Monsters history...

#fanmade original #Yu-Gi-Oh! #Yuko Adonis #Renegade #Dracnus #DracTech

[hogibebeleri]

eski model listesi

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ay daraltçam bu ne aq

- A -

Aaron Johnson - Leo Constantine

Aaron Tveit - Ezekiel Wymond

Abbey Lee Kershaw - S

Adam Brody - Cedric P. Powell

Adelaide Kane - Alana Windsor

Aidan Turner - Blaise Lynch

Alicia Vikander - Lily Marzia Lewis

Alona Tal - Claire Jenkins

Alycia Debnam Carey - Faith Franchot

Amber Heard - Edith Mori de Oliveira & Aureola Diana

Amy Poehler - Apple Corin

Ana de Armas - Riley Polanco

AnnaSophia Robb - Olivia Maeve

Andrew Garfield - Christen Austen

Andrew Lincoln - Desmond

Andy Samberg - Milo Dexter

Anna Christine Speckhart - Maria Sparrow

Anna Kendrick - June Lynwood

Ansel Elgort - Landon Scotty

Armie Hammer - Nikolai Fedosov

Ash Stymest - Wilford Grayson

Ashley Benson - Lexie Mallaith

Astrid Berges-Frisbey - Anthea Harrison

Aubrey Plaza - Zoya Everdene

- B -

Barbara Palvin - Annie Lancaster

Bella Heathcote - Fern Weinberg

Bill Skarsgård - Hermes Wolfhart

Boyd Holbrook - Hugo Montague

Bradley Cooper - Adonis Dard

Brett Dalton - Aldous Riordan

Brian J. Smith - Ä°.

Brit Marling - Euria Madlyn

- C -

Candice Accola - Evanora Eckhart

Carey Mulligan - Ophelia Delfino

Charlie Cox - Darcy Hemingway

Charlie Weber - Wardell Jon

Chloe Bennett - Miroslawa Waljewski

Chris Pine - Azure Welkin

Chris Pratt - Dux Stanton

Chris Wood - Atlas

Christian Bale - Mars Brant

Christian Cooke - Conor Lynton

Chyler Leigh - Cassandra Evans

Claire Holt - Karyna Gwen

Clark Gregg - Christopher Hart

Courtney Eaton - Night Haven

- D -

Daisy Ridley - Monica Myles

Dakota Johnson - Barbie Riley

Dan Stevens - Damien Delacroix

Daniel Radcliffe - Michael Genim

Daniel Sharman - Clementine Quinton

Danielle Campbell - Calista Apostolou

David Tennant - Hunter Chandra

Dianna Agron - Isis Chamberlain

Domhnall Gleeson - Jules E. Lincoln

Dominic Cooper - Quentin J. Lloyd

Dominic Sherwood - Dimitri Wolf

Douglas Booth - Vasco Delacour

Dylan O''brien - Nathaniel Hawkins

Dylan Sprayberry -Ove Stanford

- E -

Eddie Redmayne - S

Ebba Zingmark - Eloine Heaven

Eiza Gonzalez - Veronika Boleslava

Eleanor Tomlinson - Calleigh Gardenar

Elizabeth Debicki - Pippa Voughan

Elizabeth Henstridge - Gwendoline Cler

Elizabeth Olsen - Corinne Constantine

Eleanor Tomlinson - Calleigh Gardenar

Ella Purnell - Dolu

Elle Fanning - Rosie Van Laren

Ellen Page - Lydia Carrington

Elodie Yung - S

Emeraude Toubia - Elena Dimitriou

Emma Stone - Alexandra Zaleski

Emilia Clarke - Maya Davenport

Emilie De Ravin - Astrid Blanche

Emily Bett Rickards - Ocean Highmore

Emily Blunt - Lilla Arverne

Emily Browning - Ava Marlowe

Emily Deschanel - Hannah Montiel

Emily Didonato - Vera Isabel

Emmy Rossum - Vivian Gardner

Emily Rudd - Antje Griet

Erin Richards - Glory Constance

Eva Green - Verena Gray

Evan Peters - Viktor Chekov

Evangeline Lilly - Blue Marchand

Ewan McGregor - Acse Lemoine

Ezra Miller - Eugene Irwin

- F -

Felicity Jones - Macey Raphaelle

Felix Kjellberg - Silvestre César

Finn Jones - Buster

Freya Mavor - Olivia Fitzgerald

- G -

Gabriel Luna - José Espina

Gaia Weiss - Freya Kjellfrid

Gal Gadot - Cerys Ryan

Garrett Hedlund - Vitto Carlevaro

Gemma Arterton - Sabetha Belrossa

Georgina Haig - Calypso

Gigi Hadid - Mitchie Finnegan

Gina Rodriguez - Ida Castillo

Grace Phipps - Mia Kayleigh

Gustaf Skarsgård - Vincent Valente

- H -

Haley Bennett - Graciela de la Fuente

Hannah Simone - S

Harry Lloyd - Valentin Veaceslav

Hayden Christensen - Kristoff E. Petrov

Hayden Panettiere - Skyla Chavira

Hayley Atwell - Carmela di Chimici

Henry Cavill -Â Chester Norton

Hunter Parrish - Francis Rousseau

Hwang Jung Eum - Hana Godfrey

Ian De Caestecker - J.C. Murphy

Isabel Lucas - Helen Ambrosia

- J -

Jack O''Connell - Roy Whesker

Jai Courtney - Téo Teixeira

Jake Johson - Tony Thompson

James Franco - N/ash Carrington

James McAvoy - Sebastian Van Laren

Jamie Chung - Irene Weitz

Jane Levy -Â Elsie Rodgers

Jasmine Sanders -Â Liesje Lijsbeth

Jason Statham - Rafael Romero

Jay Baruchel - Cal J.W. Fox

Jeffrey Dean Morgan - Zed O''Callaghan

Jenna-Louise Coleman - Cecilia D. Chandler

Jennifer Morrison - Penny Black

Jensen Ackles - Florian W. Hoffman

Jeon Jeongguk - Jeon Jeongguk

Jeremy Renner - Dorian Dixon

Jesse Soffer - Grover Alen

Jessica De Gouw - Vera Guthrie

Ji Sung - Yong Jae Sun

JoAnna Garcia Swisher - Pacifica

Joe Gilgun - Desmond Gallagher

Johanna Braddy - Reva Keegan

John Krasinski - Jesse Wescott

Jon Kortajarena - Aaron Anderson

Josefine Frida Pettersen - Dolu

Jude Law - Andrei Pavlov

Julian Morris - Wesley Franklin

Julianne Hough - Madelyn Weaver

- K -

Karen Fukuhara - Yuki Nakashima

Karen Gillan - Emma Fray (<33)

Kate Mara - Tuesday Beckett

Kate Mckinnon - Myrna Morgenstern

Katherine McNamara - Norene Harland

Kaya Scodelario - Quinn Jenae

Keira Knightley - Mystral Roux

Kevin Zegers - Damon Wallner

Kit Harington - Joel Paxton

Kristen Bell - Vivien Rouge

Krysten Ritter - Iris Thorne

- L-

Lauren Cohan - Wonder B.

Leighton Meester - Anastacia Bouvier

Leonardo diCaprio - Jerry Arlexa

Lily Collins - Frankie Chandra

Lily James - Anaïs V. Grimaldi

Lindy Booth - Camilla Weitz

Lindsey Morgan - Zenobia

Lizzy Caplan - Ramona Fade

Logan Lerman -Â Harley Langley

Luana Perez - Elizabeth Burton

Lucy Hale -Â Sheri Payne

Lyndsy Fonseca - Daisy de la Vina

- M -

Mads Mikkelsen - Ä°

Maeve Dermody - Athena Zoega

Maia Mitchell -Â Lynda Stine

Margot Robbie - Josie Lesniewski

Maria Valverde - Valerija Roque

Marie Avgeropoulos - Ljubica Solvej

Marion Cotillard - Marika Lamora

Martin Wallström - Fabio Chepe

Mary Elizabeth Winstead - Amelie Steiner

Matt Hitt - Douglas Roswell

Matt McGorry - Corbin Renwick

Matthew Daddario - Diego Mendoza

Matthew Gray Gubler - Patrick Descoteaux

Max Irons - Marc Janko

Max Riemelt - Ziggy Hildebrand

Melanie Martinez - D

Melissa Benoist - Charlotte Evans

Melissa Fumero - Catherine Winters

Michael Fassbender - Franco Locatelli

Miguel Ángel Silvestre - Rico A. Moreno

Min Yoongi - Min Yoongi

Morena Baccarin - Tulip Talitha

- N -

Natalie Dormer - Gem Julep

Nick Blood - Isaac Wyatt

Nick Offerman - Alfred Castillo

Nico Mirallegro - Jack Daniels

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau - Theos Volantis

Nina Dobrev - Emmaline Winslow

Norman Reedus - Harley Harford

Noomi Rapace - Yulia Utkin

- O/Ö -

Olesya Rulin - Ceku Balım

Olga Kurylenko - Zelda Croft

Olivia Holt -Â Rylee Cantrell

Oscar Isaac - Aldo C. Ferreiro

- Q -

- P -

Paul Rudd - Marco Polo

Paula Patton - Winter Willford

Penelope Mitchell -Â Caitlyn Weatherly

- R -

Rachel McAdams - NavoÅŸ Lancaster

Rashida Jones - Jean Cardellini

Rebel Wilson -Â Lauren Dwyer

Reeve Carney - Dylan Breckendridge

Richard Madden - Tristan Windsor

Rinko Kikuchi - S

Rosario Dawson - Eve Blanchett

Rosamund Pike - Daniela Carlevaro

Rose McIver - Skyler Freestone

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley - Leona Lane

Ruth Negga - Lara Tailler

- S -

Sabrina Carpenter - Louise Linn

Sam Claflin - Mathias Clayton

Sarah Gadon - Nina Buchvarov

Sarah Hyland - Marceline Apostolou

Sebastian Stan - Maximillian di Chimici

Seychelle Gabriel - Leila Beaumont

Scarlett Johansson - Diamontina Dixon

Shailene Woodley - Joy Cappella

Shantel Vansanten - D

Shelley Hennig - Nora Simmons

Sophia Bush - D

Sophie Cookson - Rain Gisbourne

Summer Glau - Rhea Crisanta

- T -

Taron Egerton - Caleb Lysander

Tatiana Maslany - Margo Wiggins & Felicia Makovecz

Taylor Marie Hill - Milla Alexander

Taylor Swift - Melanie Phoenix

Teresa Palmer - Dora Desjardins

Theo James - Keiro Padmore

Tom Ellis - Hector A. Whittemore

Tom Felton - Alpha Rigorous

Tom Hardy - Dito Delfino

Tom Hiddleston - Newton F. Windsor

Tom Holland - Flynn Holdsworth

Tom Mison - Armitage Cromwell

Toni Garrn - Audrey Tyler

Torrey Devitto - D

Travis Fimmel - Forrest Dickson

Tuppence Middleton - Mia Santiago

- U/Ü -

- V -

Victoria Justice - Lotus van Boven & Selo

- X -

Xavier Samuel -Â August FridtjofÂ

- W -

Will Smith - Dante di Mercurio

Willa Holland - Ethea Middlesworth

- Y -

- Z -

Zendaya - Izzy McGowan

Zoe Kazan - D

Zoë Kravitz - Thalia Hardy

Zoe Saldana - Kiara Kingsley

Zooey Deschanel - Hailey Montiel

Zoey Deutch - Myra Blackbourne

[theshuffles]

So, I made a list of ALL the Pokemon I have bred, trained, named, and used in both playthroughs and competitive. All of them have, suitable natures and are fully EV trained and almost all of them have perfect IVs. And on top this, I have also added if they have been cut in Sword and Shield. Considering the size of this list, and the time and effort I've put into Pokemon, I hope you can see why I'm so upset.

Selene - Clefable

Eros - Sylveon

Hermes - Togekiss Cu-Sith - Granbull - CUT Philyra - Aromatisse Ambrosia - Slurpuff Chloris - Florges - CUT Anthousai - Comfey - CUT Naiad - Azumarill - CUT Adonis - Primarina - CUT Minogame - Blastoise - CUT Sebek - Feraligatr - CUT Neptune - Empoleon - CUT Poseidon - Samurott - CUT Suijin - Greninja - CUT Phorcys - Crawdaunt Lamia - Sharpedo - CUT Kraken - Tentacruel - CUT Atargatis - Milotic Heqet - Politoed - CUT Koalemos - Quagsire Hydros - Swampert Galene - Pyukumuku Triton - Vaporeon Doris - Alomomola - CUT Pontus - Jellicent Nanshe - Slowbro - CUT Asteria - Starmie Shen - Cloyster Heracleion - Wishiwashi Leviathan - Gyrados Punga - Mantine Henet - Pelipper Jorogumo - Araquanid Ryujin - Kingdra - CUT Tiamat - Dragonite - CUT Blue Ben - Salamence - CUT Nephele - Altaria - CUT Fafnir - Druddigon - CUT Nidhoggr - Haxorus Shussebora - Goodra Mars - Kommo-o Bellona - Kommo-o Kur - Garchomp - CUT Tartarus - Krookodile - CUT Talos - Golurk Serket - Gliscor - CUT Kishar - Rhyperior Knockers - Dugtrio Taweret - Hippowdon Epona - Mudsdale Geb - Sandslash - CUT Set - Excadrill Eris - Ferrothorn Xochipilli - Venusaur - CUT Karmanor - Roserade Apate - Amoonguss - CUT Sylvanus - Breloom - CUT Fufluns - Shiinotic Charlotte - Whimsicott Jinmenju - Alolan Exeggutor - CUT Clytie - Sunflora - CUT Flora - Lurantis - CUT Pomona - Tsareena Sappho - Lilligant - CUT Emesh - Sceptile Midgard - Torterra - CUT Apophis - Serperior - CUT Sherwood - Decidueye - CUT Yggdrasil - Trevenant Davy Jones - Dhelmise Michael - Gengar Stacey - Mismagius - CUT Legion - Spiritomb - CUT Hastur - Mimikyu Osiris - Cofagrigus Persephone - Chandelure Orbona - Alolan Marowak - CUT Krakatoa -  Torkoal Komainu - Arcanine Ally - Ninetales Vesuvius - Camerupt - CUT Sekhmet - Pyroar - CUT Logi - Darmanitan Vulcan - Typhlosion - CUT Gullinbursti - Emboar - CUT Blaziken - Ra-Horakhty - CUT Sun Wukong - Infernape - CUT Bennu - Talonflame - CUT Muspelheim - Charizard Kitsune - Delphox - CUT Dawon - Incineroar - CUT Barghest - Houndoom - CUT Minerva -  Bisharp Nekhbet - Mandibuzz Koronis - Honchkrow - CUT Apsu - Hydreigon Cthulhu - Malamar Thanatos - Absol - CUT Loki - Zoroark - CUT Bastet - Alolan Persian Sebastian - Umbreon Samantha - Weavile Erebus - Sableye Khepri - Shedinja Helios - Volcarona - CUT Athena - Scizor - CUT Sir Lancelot - Escavalier Sepa - Scolipede - CUT Ah-Muzen-Cab - Beedrill - CUT Ares - Pinsir - CUT Heracles - Heracross - CUT Aura - Vivillon  - CUT Jimmu - Yanmega - CUT Melissa - Ribombee Levana - Leavanny - CUT Dionysus - Shuckle Eurybia - Golisopod Atlas - Crustle Arachne - Galvantula Jupiter - Vikavolt Rahab - Eelektross - CUT Thor - Ampharos - CUT Zeus - Jolteon Raiju - Manectric Tsukumogami -  Rotom Abaset - Togedemaru Ba'al - Heliolisk Terpsichore - Oricorio Huracan - Pidgeot Hecate - Dodrio - CUT Horus - Staraptor - CUT Aetos Dios - Braviary Noivern - Homados Geras - Drampa Gulon - Eevee Aceso - Blissey - CUT Kallisto - Bewear Aphrodite - Lopunny - CUT Venus - Cinccino Thoth - Porygon-Z - CUT Pan - Ditto Somnus - Snorlax Apollo - Smeargle - CUT Tanuki - Linoone Chimera - Silvally Mafdet - Zangoose - CUT Hathor - Miltank - CUT Ceres - Kangaskhan - CUT Inugami - Stoutland - CUT Brihaspati - Oranguru Nekomata - Espeon Nabu - Alakazam - CUT Ma'at - Sigilyph Yog-Sothoth - Reuniclus Sir Galahad - Gallade Megan - Gardevoir Ammit - Mawile Portunus - Klefki - CUT Tyrfing - Aegislash Stymphalos - Skarmory - CUT Hephaestus - Aggron - CUT Niflheim - Aurorus - CUT Perses - Tyantrum - CUT Nereus - Kabutops - CUT Oceanus - Omastar - CUT Asura - Barbaracle Brokkr - Golem - CUT Sindri - Alolan Golem - CUT Remus - Lycanroc (day) - CUT Romulus - Lycanroc (night) - CUT Duat - Tyranitar Olympus - Gigalith Tlaloc - Armaldo - CUT Anshar - Aerodactyl - CUT Quetzalcoatl - Archeops - CUT Perseid - Minior - CUT Montu - Hawlucha Kashima - Hariyama - CUT Karkinos - Crabominable - CUT Xingtian - Hitmonlee Kamaitachi - Meinshoa - CUT Shiva - Medicham - CUT Kratos - Conkeldurr Onikuma - Pangoro Hanuman - Passimian Anubis - Lucario Anput - Lucario Namtar - Toxicroak Camazotz - Crowbat - CUT Nug and Yeb - Weezing Lilith - Salazzle Nyogtha - Alolan Muk Styx - Dragagle - CUT Nosoi - Naganadel Eitr - Toxapex Nergal -  Nidoking - CUT Ullr - Mamoswine Skadi - Alolan Sandslash - CUT Ymir - Beartic Oni - Glalie Yuki-onna - Froslass

#pokemon #bring back the national dex #pokemon sword and shield

[hamlets-ghost-zaddy]

st. jude (the patron of lost causes)

Part 3/8

Donald Malarkey x Reader

Summary: Bombs aren’t discerning, they aren’t sentimental, and they kill without discretion. It’s the truth that got you through Bastogne, when men came to you in tatters and their life blood flooded past the stoppage of your hands. It’s the harsh reality that whispers through your mind as you wonder why Renee and Anna died, and not you–why you were sent on a scavenging run at that precise moment. Then, when the church was shelled.

Moved to an evacuation hospital to tend to soldiers with ghosts in their eyes, you meet Buck Compton and his loyal sergeant, a man with a weight on his shoulders unknown to even Atlas. His name means bullshit, and somehow you find that appropriate: what he’s seen, what he’s gone through? It’s complete bullshit.

You fear the still moments, those dragging hours, when there’s nothing to do. When Lieutenant Cox has allowed you to feed him every last spoonful of gloppy oatmeal; when the pain on Captain Halbert’s face eases as the drugs you injected into his arm dilute into his bloodstream; when Lieutenant Jamison’s nightmare screams have been shaken awake and to a stop.  When the ward is quiet, you have taken to sitting next to Buck Compton, needle in hands and patching up holey socks.

He spends most of his time staring at a Flash Gordon comic or a copy of War and Peace—one half of the four offerings in the hospital library—and you doubt he’s registering the pictures or the words on the page. Yet, he goes through the motions of reading and seems to find comfort in the normality, so you don’t bother him. You hum a tune as you work, and he quirks a grin before his eyes return to his book.  You almost wish he’d say something, if only to save you from your thoughts.

It’s in the quiet moments that you’re left, undefended, against the surge of thoughts of men seizuring in pain under your hands, of wrapping a comforting but superfluous arm around a nurse as she heaves great sobs, of watching a German shell landing on the church in Bastogne, collapsing on everyone inside.

Uninvited, Malarkey’s voice swims to the front of your brain: “It forces me to imagine of a future beyond my foxhole and the next meal of refried beans…it makes my brain stop thinking.”

What about a future beyond a hospital tent? you think, needle moving quickly in your hands.

You imagine Malarkey’s mouth quirking with a smile, never worn for longer than a handful of seconds. That too, he would say. And great now you’re hallucinating a conversation with him. Glancing around, your eyes drift over Buck, reading, over Constance tapping her toes to a song only she can hear as she fills in paperwork, over the men in their cots, as if someone would meet your eyes with a glare, exposing and branding you as crazy, deluded, mentally unwell.

But, no one minds you.

So, you wonder, where’s the harm in imagining Malarkey is sitting there, holding vigil over Buck with you? His chuckle, soft and gusting, echoes through your mind, and even though you’ve never heard him laugh, it feels right. It feels natural, like it’s something you’ve heard—or have meant to hear—all your life. You’ve been bottling things up for too long, maybe telling someone fictional will help, he offers.

Realizing your needle has paused, you bend your head over your work and tighten two quick stitches before you can muster a reply. Interesting that, even in your imagination, he makes something squirm in you. What if I want to bottle things up? What if that’s the point?

Point? he repeats, amusement giving way to mystification.

Your lips quirk, and you know if anyone looks at you right now, they would think you’re absolutely insane. But, with volunteering for the Army Nurse Corps, landing at Normandy two days after the invasion, patching up dying men, how sane could you possibly be at this point? You mentally reply: Yes, the point. Bottling things up allows me to do my job. I’m the caregiver, I can’t force my injuries on my patients—or Constance—or—

Not even in your imagination do you dare say, ‘or you.’

Who protects the guardian angels? Who defends the last defender on the wall? Malarkey replies, and you get the sense he isn’t looking for a reply. A pause, then: Tell me about them. The ghosts you carry.

You would never say their names aloud, not when it’s been only two weeks since you screamed their names until your throat turned hoarse, but it feels safe here, in this pretend conversation, so you think back: Renee and Anna. Two nurses I worked with in Bastogne. I was on the only hospital truck to make it into town before we were entirely cut off, and I helped them in a bombed-out church we converted to a hospital. They…

Before Bastogne, you took comfort in a singular truth: bombs aren’t discerning, they aren’t sentimental, and they kill without discretion. Fate blindly dealt hands to the men and women of this war—you win and cash out, you lose and all your money goes to the dealer—and it allowed you to move away from the still-warm corpses of the boys you couldn’t save. It allowed you to desperately grasp onto some confidence in your nursing abilities even as bombs rained down. Yet, after Bastogne…

I was sent out to find sheets to use as bandages. We were in a desperate way for bandages in those last few days, and I heard the whistling of bombs as I hurried back to the hospital, a big bundle of stained sheets in my arms. We’d need to boil them to sterilize them, and Anna had promised to have a pot waiting and ready for me when I got back. I was just down the street from the hospital, it…

You watched the bomb whistling down from the sky and you knew in that breathless instant, you knew with more surety than anything you’ve known before, that this shell wasn’t random. Names were painted on its sides—though how could the bomb factory workers have known their names?—and Fate dealt a rigged hand. A great plume rose from where the church stood, dust mixing with fire and spraying rubble. The sheets were dropped into the mud as you took off, running.

It was no use, and you knew it before you were pulled away from the rubble. There was no use in madly scrambling through the bricks, nails ripped off and bloodied, but you still had to try. The next day, when the German barricades were broken and reinforcements broke through, you were loaded onto a truck to return to your hospital unit. You swayed in the covered back of the truck, blinking, unsurprised, when Renee and Anna’s faces appeared in the shadows next to you.

But, even in your imagination, you couldn’t tell that part to Malarkey.

Yet, you are sure he understands—he would understand—your silence.

You give an extra spoonful of oatmeal for Buck’s breakfast; Constance gives you a battered copy of Evelyn Waugh, and you let Buck read it first; Doctor Schroder manages to commandeer a crate of Hershey’s chocolate bars and you slip one underneath Buck’s pillow before anyone else. Some part of you feels it’s your way of apologizing for always sitting at his side, hovering over him, but another part knows it far more selfish (a selfish hope that you showering him with special treatment, kindnesses, will somehow summon Malarkey back to Buck, back to the hospital tent, back to you.)

Constance notices on the fifth day of Buck’s stay. The girl has a sixth sense for gossip, or anything that might be spun into gossip. She sidles up to you as you sterilize a stitching needle, used on a lieutenant who promptly passed out when you made the first stitch. Constance had cleaned the skin around the stitches and, after sanitarily disposing of the bloodied cotton swabs, she says, “So. That Lieutenant Compton.”

You pink at the implication dripping in her voice, and you know you unwittingly affirmed her suspicions. She squeaks, “Oh, gosh, I thought so!” She checks over her shoulder, presumably at Buck, sitting on his cot and quietly talking about nothing at all with the man next to him. “He’s awfully handsome,” Constance says on a sigh.

Of course, she’s not wrong.  Buck’s an all-American boy: golden hair and blue eyes and shoulders broad enough to cling to. He’s Helios, he’s Apollo, he’s Adonis—the pinnacle of radiant manhood—and you won’t deny it. Still, it makes you squirm, all queasy and knotted, at the thought of having feelings for Buck Compton. At being just like that desperate girl in those desperate letters, begging for him to write back and love her. It wasn’t that you felt superior to that girl. No. It was something else—but what?

“I don’t blame you, sis,” Constance is saying, ignorant to the thoughts swelling and crashing against the rocky coast of your brain. Her hip bumps yours, her wink conspiring. “Once he gets out of here, all repaired and good as new, I’d climb him like a tree if I were you.”

You can’t help a snort and smile.

Constance laughs merrily, all bright bells and twittering sparrows, and the men nearest the work table perk up and smile at her, as if her laugh is a flint stone sparking life in their souls. Focusing on arranging the surgical thread and needles, you hide your smile: Constance was good for these men. She brought a heart to the hospital tent.

And, as she moves away to continue her work, she leaves you with your thoughts.

Why does being regulated to the girl in the letters bother you so much? It isn’t that being attached to Buck (if only in Constance’s fabricated gossip) chafes you, no. Buck’s blue irises in your mind’s eye always blink and morph into the rich, soil brown of Malarkey’s eyes. And though you dare not label whatever you feel growing in your chest for Donald Malarkey, it certainly isn’t that. You wish you could articulate it to Constance without sounding crazed, you wish Doctor Schroder could diagnose you as deftly as he does the other patients. If you’re bluntly honest, though, you wish you could puzzle through it aloud with Malarkey.

He would understand.

Talking to Buck about Malarkey isn’t intentional.

Well, that’s not quite right.

You had thought about it for hours, mentally turning over how to broach the topic as you sat by his side. Every fiber of your being wanted to mention Malarkey but desperately didn’t want to all at once. Internally, you inspected every possible route the conversation could flow, and when you nearly convinced yourself to speak, the imagined conversation would take an unexpected turn and you would unconvince yourself again. As you sat, sewing and thinking, you felt the back of your neck prickle with the awareness of Constance throwing knowing looks at you. You ignore her.

Somehow, letting her think you liked Buck is easier. You don’t have to explain your thoughts orbiting around a sergeant serving on the frontlines with sadness coloring his face and heavying his eyes and how you wanted to let him hold you and you hold him until neither of you understood the meaning of sadness.

It’s this thought, occurring with a startling realization that shortens your breath and stills your thumb from worrying your icon of St. Jude, that finally prompts the words to tumble out. “What’s your favorite memory of Sergeant Malarkey? Something happy?”

Buck, propped up on a heap of Army-issue pillows, blinks at you once, twice. A smile, that smile only Malarkey manages to coax from him, appears. He hums in thought, arranging his hands on his stomach. “Well,” he drawls, stretching the word into multiple syllables. “We had three months back in England after D-Day and before Holland. Malarkey and another guy in our company, More, well, they took out an Army motorcycle for a bit of a joyride.” He snorts at the memory, and you smile along with him. The idea of Malarkey shooting down a road, his laughter caught up in the wind and the speed making him feel alive, makes your heart do something sweetly painful. “And he ran into our old CO—”

“The one who gave him hell for his last name?”

If Buck’s surprised you know this factoid, he doesn’t show it. He nods. “Yeah, him. I didn’t train with him, but by all accounts, Sobel was a real son of a bitch. So, Malarkey runs into him as we’re about to jump into Holland. The motorcycle is strapped to the back of a truck—Sobel’s a supply officer now, I guess—and Sobel knows, he fucking knows, that Malarkey is the one who took it. But, as cool as you please, Malarkey pretends he doesn’t know a damn thing, and Sobel doesn’t have any proof so can’t write him up.” Buck’s laughter is choppy, rusty from disuse, but it fills the hospital tent with warmth once it gets going.

You can’t help laughing along.

(And you know you’ll catch a full barrage from Constance about it, her lips curling into a smirk and her questions growing steadily more steeped in innuendo, but you don’t care. You know you’re not Buck’s girl, you’re not that girl in the letters, but you’re content to laugh along with him. There’s an old adage that laughter is the best medicine and, if it means you get a shred of information about Malarkey’s life beyond the war, well then, you’d agree.)

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Tuesday (9.11.2018)

UPTOWN / BRONX

WHISPERS: Bingo with Misty Mountains (6pm) 

TOOLBOX: TRL with singer Carla Bordonada (8:30pm)

BOXERS UES: Standup comedy hosted by Justin Zirilli (9pm)

ALIBI: Take It Back Tuesdays (9pm)

EVO LOUNGE: Kelly KaBoom (10:30pm)

HELL’S KITCHEN

BARRAGE: Glow Party hosted by Nicolay (5pm)

HARDWARE: Brita Filter with Molly Whop (8pm);  Pixie Aventura  Bootsie LeFaris with Ragamuffin (11pm) 

MR. BIGGS: Drag bingo with Chaka Khanvict & Ally Ganza (8pm) 

RISE: Emily McNamara hosts Rising Star singing competition (10pm)

POSH: GOGO TUESDAYS (10pm)

BOXERS HK: Karaoke with Jackie Dupree (10pm) 

ATLAS SOCIAL CLUB: Adonis Lounge gogo boys (10pm)

THERAPY: JanSport hosts YOU TRIED IT singing competition (11pm)

RITZ: GAY COLLEGE TUESDAY feat. Kareem McJagger, Millennia, DJ's Steve Sidewalk and Mikey Mo (11pm)

INDUSTRY: Holly Box-Springs hosts BAD DRAG QUEEN (midnight)

VSBU: TBA

EAST SIDE

TOWNHOUSE: Open Mic Night Contest (10pm)

LIPS: Blackie O’s karaoke (9pm) 

CHELSEA

TAJ: OUT AFTER WORK lesbian mixer (5pm)

BOXERS CHELSEA: Trivia Tuesdays (9pm) 

EAGLE NYC: Hanky Tuesdays (10pm)

BARRACUDA: Kizha Carr (10pm)

REBAR: TBA

MEATPACKING

LE BAIN: Susanne Bartsch’s BOOM + ON TOP NYFW edition (10pm)

WEST VILLAGE

ROCKBAR: Game night feat. Bella Noche (7pm);  Coco Taylor with Seraphim FINALE (9pm) 

STONEWALL: FiFi DuBois (10pm);  POLISH THE QUEEN drag completion hosted by Kristy Blaze (11pm)

PIECES: Rosé & Lagoona Bloo host karaoke (9pm)

HENRIETTA HUDSON: Karaoke (9pm)

MONSTER: DJ Michael Wilson spins disco (10pm) 

DUPLEX: TBA 

EAST VILLAGE

CLUB CUMMING: Knit-At-Nite (6pm)

NOWHERE: BUDDIES bear dance party (8pm) 

ACME: STRUT, NYFW edition (10pm) 

COCK: DIRTY GAY FETISH with DJ Lorant (10pm)

BROOKLYN

BIZARRE: White Elephant Burlesque (8pm)

BOOBIE TRAP: Bingo with Angelica Sundae (9:30pm)

ROSEMONT: Lucy Balls with Devo Monique (10pm)

METROPOLITAN BAR: Karaoke (10pm)

MACRI PARK: Misty Meaner & Mocha Lite with Devo Monique & Sassy Frass (11pm) 

DEEP END: TBA

QUEENS

MIA LOUNGE: Latin Ladies Night with DJ Culi (6pm)

MADAME MARIE’S: Bingo with Glace Chase (8pm) 

ALBATROSS: Bingo with Flower Tortilla (9pm)

ICON: Misty Mountains with Fool'isha & Vivien Gabor (11pm)

CLUB EVOLUTION: Jesica La Fontaine & DJ Joss Alvarez (11pm)

FIRE ISLAND

BLUE WHALE: LOW TEA (4-8pm)

ICE PALACE: Trivia with Sonny Shores (4pm);  Porsche (8pm);  Scary Midnight Movie (midnight)

CHERRY’S ON THE BAY: Hedda Lettuce (9pm) 

WESTCHESTER

GUAPOS: Angel Elektra & Shay D'Pines with Hibiscus (8pm)

NEW JERSEY

RIO LOUNGE: $2 Tuesday (8pm)

GEORGIE’S: DJ Mike Hale (9pm)

THE ROYAL: Harmonica Sunbeam hosts ROYAL RIVALRY drag competition (10pm)

Full List Here