#back to the actual story now that the island vibes are out of the way lmao

[cal-flakes]

okay so we all love rafe + gun kink but what would it be like the first time actually doing something like that w him.

I feel like it would be so scary but he’s so nice but also kinda manipulative ?? About it yk?

like being all soothing n promising that it’s not dangerous n it’s just such a new feeling n being all clingy and whiny cause ur scared. but it also feels so good!!

ugh save me I need this man

trigger warning trigger warning trigger warning

rafe and his gun have me in a chokehold (i wish) — i put a bit of a spin on it cause i always get the vibe that reader (me/you) would be more of the initiator??? idk if that’s just me 😃 i’ve also made him not very nice😃 if you hate it tell me and i’ll write a new one 😃

gonna pop a little trigger warning here too cause i’m mid writing and it’s getting questionable— fear, guns, choking and all that stuff.

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— rafe made you feel so safe and protected, all the time, in every possible way. from getting spiders out of your room, to beating that man from the bar to a pulp for touching you. and yet, he also made you feel like the tiniest little thing. the way he towered over you, held you so tight in his arms you worried you might suffocate.

something about the confidence in his voice, the dominance in his stance and the flex of his arms whenever he did anything had you clawing at his belt the second he got the chance. even the condescending tone had you mewling under him in seconds, caged between his arms while his calloused hand squeezed your throat.

occasionally, you’d push his buttons— just to see how far he’d go. he’d never hurt you, not intentionally. but you almost wanted him to try, just to see that he wouldn’t do it, because you were his, and he loved you. so when he’d come home from a meeting, frustrated and snappy, you took your chance again.

“m’not in the fuckin’ mood kid” he warned, not even turning to look at you as you wittered on about some new makeup you wanted. “but rafe!” you’d whine, following him around the kitchen island, pawing at his shirt. “don’t start with me, alright? don’t want to have to tell you again”

while every other— fairly sane person, would take that as a hint to back off, you saw green flashing lights. to push and push and— suddenly you’re pinned against the wall, big eyes peering up at him as he gritted his teeth. “what the fuck did i tell you? huh?” his arm pinned across your chest, holding you down.

you dared to roll your eyes, yet looked away from him, he’d knew what you were doing if you did. “s’whatever, m’sure i can ask someone else” you muttered, pulling your lip between your teeth.

taken by surprise at your words, rafe hesitated for a second, scanning your face for any sign of genuine seriousness— “look at me”

your sudden selective hearing pushed him further, closer and closer to the edge of really snapping, forcing him to deliver a light slap across your face before grabbing your chin, holding it tightly in his hand. “said’ fuckin’ look at me”

and that was when it connected, your thighs squeezing together, and the glint in your eye told him all he needed to know.

“you’ doin’ this on purpose? you tryin’ to get me to do something’ i’ll regret?” he almost growled, pulling your face closer to his. “you want me to scare you? you- you want me to be big bad rafe, the one you hear stories about?” he yelled, vice grip still holding you close. your eyes widened as he pulled a hand away, reached around his waistband to brandish the heavy metal you’d only caught glimpses of, having been sheltered from his extracurriculars. heart now racing, butterflies in your stomach, you melted into him— pouting your lips.

“r-rafe, m’sorry—“ he shushed you, pushing the barrel against your lips gently. “you’re gonna show me jus’ how sorry you are in a minute, alright?”

nodding frantically, you watched his eyes as they darkened, the way his pupils blew out at the sight of you, silenced by his gun. “y’gotta be careful who you piss off y’know doll, who knows— they could just blow your pretty little brains out, before you could even register”

“y’gonna be a good girl from now on? do what i tell you?” he asked, tilting his head. “yes, m’gonna be so good f’you” you whispered, thighs snapping together once again as he peppered kisses along your jaw, feeling wetness pool between your legs.

“knees, go on” he instructed, pulling the metal away from your face, trailing it tauntingly up to your temple as you lowered yourself to his feet— mini skirt riding up, exposing the wet patch on your panties. “you’re sick, y’know that doll?” rafe chuckled, holding the gun in place as you rushed to undo his belt.

he watched you struggle with it for a second before huffing and reaching down to give you a hand— pulling the weapon away from you and discarding it on the counter with the other . your brows knitted together, the pace of your heart slowing slightly as you met his gaze.

“m’not gonna hurt you kid, never would— n’d you’re gonna show me you’re sorry for even pushing me to. plus, the safety was on”

#ʚ♡ɞ ☁: elle’s dreams #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #obx #rafecameron #rafe obx #rafe cameron smut

[turtleinsoup]

all the fuckedupness of the lemonade leak aside, the others are going to have to realize that leo's actually a genius. your characterization of the boys is a bit different from the show (not bad or incorrect!) but in the show and movie they underestimate leo like all. the time. its kind of the whole point of his character. but in the lemonade leak leo is actually so scary. and hes s o smart to the point where hes practically an unstoppable force. in some epilogue of the story (hypothetical or otherwise) it would be neat to see the others sit back and just take in how intelligent their brother is and how little they might have understood about him before (because im on the edge of my seat hoping for a happy ending cause shits lookin pretty scary the way its going now ksgdhsdjdhfjfj) sorry if this interpretation is completely incorrect i just reread the lemonade leak and its eating my brain (/positive) no pressure to respond or anything!!

Oh!! :D Thank you sm for your kind ask!!

Leo's probably smart enough to know he's better off letting people think he's dumb. Because he doesn't just outwit his enemies, nope, he strangles a spider with her own strings.

I think Donnie doesn't really give a fuck about how genius and terrifying Leo is, because - just like Leo - he thrives off outsmarting an opponent. If the stakes weren't his twin murdering him to death until he's dying, Donnie would probably be having a normal saturday evening.

Like: You could be a coldblooded mob-boss! You could kidnapp & tie Donnie up! You could bring him to some uncharted island in the middle of the night with a bag over his head, and Donnie would probably go: "At least try to put effort into your pranks. My hands are free since Brooklyn, Nardo." I also bet Donnie sometimes just tapes Leo to a chair & treatens to perform the most horrific inhumane experiments on him, to which Leo goes "Dude, just tell me you want to hang out. Look I swear I'm not gonna speedwalk away again... If you put pictures in your powerpoint this time." I hc the twins just vibe with each other's bullshit. Like, Leon doesn't mind being taped to a chair in the name of science, and Donnie doesn't mind being kidnapped to remote islands in the middle of the goddamn night. Because they know exactly that if they get fed up or just want to leave, there'll be zero power struggle about it. (They just let the other go, bc they secretly respect each other, but shush) It's legit just how they communicate "Gimme your attention rn", because they are SHIT at talking xD

Raph probably doesn't care how terrifying of a genius Leo is either, because that's his brother who licks chocolate off his own foot.

Mikey would probably care, from the angle of "Leon, beloved brother, I need you to sit through so many lessons of Doctor Morality, your butt will be fucking square. :D <3"

(Betcha Intelligence is all situational friction anyway. It's a bag of marbles: Not about who has the brightest, but who rolls them across the existential playground best. It's about how many you can fit up yo nose at once.)

So like, yah. There definitly will be a scene were they realize how terrifyingly smart Leo is!

(But also, they won't be scared of him. That much. :D <3)

#thank you for your kind #ask #!!! #<33 #rottmnt #rottmnt lemonade leak #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt fic #tmnt #rottmnt au #rise tmnt

[melanieph321]

Dominik Szoboszlai x Black Reader - First Sight Part 3/8

The party

The face of distress 😅. What did Y/N say to him?

⚠️Warning ⚠️

18+

This story is about the night reader met her boyfriend Dominik and the series of crazy events that led up to the beginning of their love story.

Enjoy!

"So...do you have a boyfriend?"

You had been walking for a while, through the city, all the way downtown. As you were about to ask Dominik if this was him kidnapping you, those words left his mouth.

"A boyfriend?" You smiled.

"Yes, do you want one?"

"I thought you asked me if I had one?"

"You took too long to answer, which means you don't."

"Wow." You laughed. His arrogance was unmatched.

"Yeah, so we should just stop pretending like we don't want to fuck each other and just do it."

Your steps altered, followed by a sassy finger waving in his face to make things clear. "Trust me Nikki..." He cringed at your new nickname for him. "I have no intentions to fuck you."

He chuckled. "Not now you don't. Later."

You snorted. "In your dreams."

"That was you, wasn't it?"

You rolled your eyes and turned your back on him, walking in the opposite direction.

"Oh come on, Y/N! Don't tell me that you can't take a joke?"

Perhaps it was a joke, but your feet were starting to hurt from all that walking.

"Come on Y/N, I was just...." He ran to catch up with you, grabbing your arm to prevent you from leaving. You jerked it away, an appalled expression on your face.

"Sorry." He said, face faltering.

The evening was quiet, a distant thud heard from one of the brick buildings down the road.

"I should go back." You said, only now thinking about Tara and how you left her in some random apartment with two guys.

"What about the beer?" Dominik said, clearly not wanting the night to end. "My friend, he lives just down the road. I promise we'll be quick."

His offer wasn't as compelling to you as turning back to get Tara, however, that damn spark...

Turns out that the loud thud you heard coming from down the road was actually the base of a speaker, blasting nothing but French trap music.

"Ibrahima!"

"Szobo!"

Dominik did not hesitate to knock on the house hosting a crowded party. Apperently it belonged to his friend that was meant to hook you up with more beer.

"And I see you brought a friend." The guy called Ibrahima said. He had a friendly smile and wanted nothing than for the two of you to join the party.

The vibe was unmatched. People were dancing and drinking, all around enjoying themselves. With a hand to your lower back, Dominik guided you towards the kitchen. There his friend was seen unboxing two bottles of Bacardi and placing them on the kitchen island between you. "Is this enough?" He asked Dominik.

"I said we needed more beer mate, not a blackout."

His friend laughed. "You're here for a good time man, beer won't assist you with that. The ladies know what I'm talking about, no?"

Dominik's friend spun the cap on the bottle and poured you a shot, sliding the glass over to you. You hesitated, but eventually brought it to your lips, emptying it in one go.

"Wow." Dominik looked at you with wide eyes as you didn't even wince.

You shrugged. "I was thirsty."

The rest of this part of the night would later be a blur to you. As Dominik's friend poured the two of you another round of shots, followed by another round. You were only left wity faded memories of hands roaming your body, pulling you in by the waist and pressing your back against someone's hard front. You surrendered yourself to the waves of the music, a playlist including the greatest afrobeat hits. Songs that made your hips roll against whoever was pinning you against them.

"God, you're so sexy."

His voice was at your ear, whispering nothing but erotic nonsense.

"Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good against me. Can't you feel it? Tell me that you feel it."

"I feel it." You whined. Eventually the flashing lights revealed that it was indeed Dominik, who's crotch your ass was grinding against. He turned you over, pinning your back against the nearest wall. He bent down to kiss you and the first taste of him caused hysteria within yourself.

His lips were soft and well moist, perfectly attached to the crease of your neck. But imagine what more they could do and where.

"I wanna fuck you."

"Yes." You nodded. "Please."

You were dragged to the nearest bathroom, not the classiest place to get dick down in, nevertheless, Dominik had you bent over the bathroom sink, lifting your skirt up to expose your pink thong.

He chuckled

"What?" You quickly got insecure, no longer bending over against the sink.

Dominik brows furrowed. "What?"

"You laughed at me. Did I do something wrong?"

"What, no?" He seemed confused. "Of course you didn't, you're perfect." He took you in, cupping your chin and pulling your lips against his.

You were balancing yourself on your tippy toes, struggling to meet his height. Dominik hands went to squeeze your ass, making you gasped against his open mouth. "Dominik?" You were panicking a little, knowing where things were headed.

"Y/N, don't talk so much. Just let me fuck that pretty little mouth of yours."

You felt his erection grow stiff against your thigh, as well as his fingers that hooked around the lace of your panties, searching for the entrance to your...

"Dominik!"

He stopped, not too drunk to hear the panik in your voice. "You okay baby?"

You were flushed from all the kissing, your lips tender and plumb. "You should know." You said, struggling to catch your breath.

"Know what?" He removed a curl that was irritating your eyes.

"You should know that I've never..."

"Yes?"

"I've never...."

His lips curled into a smile. "You've never what Y/N, had sex? You can tell me, I won't judge."

You gather your courage and swallowed. "I've never been with a man before, only women."

Dead silence followed.

Dominik didn't judge you, but he sure enough wasn't smiling anymore.

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #dominik szoboszlai #dominik szoboszlai imagine #dominik szoboszlai x reader #dominik szoboszlai x black reader #dominik x reader #trent alexander arnold #liverpool fc

[haveyouseenthis-childhoodshow]

Have you seen this childhood show: Gullah Gullah Island (1994-1998), United States (English)

Commentary/Context/Memories: I actually saw the cast in concert, but my hyperactive self could not sit still, so I didn’t pay much attention. I feel so bad about it 😭

[Mod A: Awww please don’t feel bad about that! You were (likely) just a kid expressing your excitement in the way you knew best (unless you didn’t really want to go to the show). Concerts can be really hard to sit through as a kid regardless of if you’re interested in them or not! I also regret not really paying much attention to the Jonas Brothers (my first concert in 2008) bc I was not obsessed/had a crush on them the way my friend who took me had (should’ve been a sign I was gay in hindsight haha), even though I now think they had some great bops! Anyways back to the show: love the vibes of this show! I am normally creeped out by mascot costumes, but their friend Binyah Binyah Poliwog seems like a friendly lil frog! This show was a music-based show that aimed to educate kids about Gullah culture, who are an African American cultural community based along the coastline of North/South Carolina, Florida, Georgia and the Sea Islands that has a specific language and prominent arts/music culture because of relative isolation/shared African cultural heritage, the language is also known as Geechee (related to Creole). The show shared songs, art styles, dance, and stories important to the Gullah culture! I would like to learn more about this, because while I did know about Creole, I don’t know much about Gullah culture (so very glad to learn through researching this show!)]

#polls #nostalgia #childhood shows #american tv #1990s #tv shows

[faislittlewhiteraven]

Undertale/ISaT crossover thoughts 2

Been thinking more about this despite trying to vent out all my thoughts in this previous post and now I have something of a plot I figured I'd share (in case anyone else would like a stab at it/some ideas for their own Undertale/ISaT crossover fanworks).

Story opens with a time looping Chara in the void hitting their breaking point. The wish for freedom from generations of monsters + their own alternating wishes to free their family and hurt the humans who hurt them equals a loop that begins with their incredibly painful death to buttercup induced internal blistering, and ends whenever Asriel (post absorbing Chara's soul) is killed or they 'fail to punish' Chara's human family and well. Chara doesn't know the rules so the two have them have been looping so long that now when they reach the village of humans by Mt Ebott, instead of the friendliness they were shown in early loops (before getting murdered by the official authorities who 'already have orders on how to treat monsters') the villagers now attack them on sight in terror (sobbing monster thing? Sadness!), and they keep dying over and over and over-

Basically full 'Start Again a prologue' vibes, and so Chara in full please just make it stop mode wishes to the Universe...

For everything that hurt them and monsters to be forgotten like a bad dream! (cue The Island, Sif and Chara's homeland, as well as certain nasty individuals like Chara's human 'family' being erased from memory)

For someone kinder, stronger, and untainted by hate to 'be the angel' to free the monsters in their place.

To feed the golden flower seeds stuck in Azzy's fur with their corpse.

To atone in any way for all the pain they've caused.

(To one day be able to sit and stargaze on top of Mt Ebott together with those they love, just like they promised Asriel they'd be able to do)

Cue time skip to after the end of Undertale and Flowey's 'please don't reset and ruin their happy ending' speech, to show Chara's ghost flopping on top of their flowerbed grave wondering how long they'll be able to last before they give in and ruin Frisk's happy ending once more (with heavy implication that Chara is once more stuck in a time loop with no idea how to get out).

Then a cut to Toriel and Frisk making their way down Mt Ebott and spying a shooting star, Toriel remembering her religion (goodness, how could she have forgotten the Universe?) and praying/wishing to the Universe to 'have one of its stars watch over her fallen children, and give them the happiness she could not'. Cue Chara being shocked out of their non existent skin by a person with the head of a star crashing down right through them onto their grave out of seemingly nowhere.

(Aka, Plot line 1: Chara is trapped in time loop hell and Loop has been sent to help them and possibly Flowey? out of it. ... That's literally all I've got for them right now because I have NO idea how to actually have them interact XD)

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Next section of story cuts over to the northern coast line of Vauguard: Sif and family (including Nille) are on their way back to Bambooche after their most recent travels when basically the world explodes into colours, Sif suddenly remembers a LOT more than they used to and they can all now see the large landmass to the north.

Much eye boggling, confusion, wonder and tears are had before everyone kind of parties and passes out but next day, things are being taken much more seriously:

Why is Sif's forgotten homeland, the Isle of Chara, suddenly back? Why are colours? How is this going to effect all of Vauguard (the fashion industry alone..)? And... What happened to the people of the island? Are they ok or..? And how will the rest of the world react to them being the epicenter of so much very unexpected change?

Cue brief discussion on whether or not to go (mostly just double checking with Sif if he's actually up for it despite the many potential horrors they could find there that are sure to be extra traumatising to them in particular), the group checking in with the House in Bambooche to have word sent to the rest of Vauguard (and hopefully the world at large) that the Saviors of Vauguard are on the case, and well. They could catch a boat or they could try walking along that MASSIVE steel and concrete bridge with its weird black road stretching out over the ocean (which was apparently there the entire time and ok, now everyone is getting really freaked out because it seems there was a fair bit more forgotten than 'just' the Island and the Stars. What else did everyone have stolen from their heads?).

(Aka, Plot line 2: The Saviors of Vauguard heading for The Island, hoping for the best and preparing for the worst, and also the plot line I've done by far the most work on, to the point that it probably needs it's own post)

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And last section, Frisk leads their monster friends down Mt Ebott back to 'the village of the humans' they came from and the monsters are stunned by the sight of... Well, wailing and sobbing adults who barely give the monsters a second glance, curious and 'just as silent as Frisk' children who smile and wave, and an old man Frisk introduces as 'Elder' who despite being very wobbly and also in tears, does his best to greet the monsters, thanks them for returning Frisk and very politely asks if Asgore is their king and here to kill them all as the stars foretold.

Cue a bit of awkward 'Um. Yes and no?' with a request to open talks with the 'leaders of humankind' only for the old man to laugh and cry as he explains that he's the closest thing this settlement's had to a leader for years now by virtue of being one of the few adults here with enough presence of mind to actually function through The Forgetting (he thanks his younger years of being an avid traveller) and that since the monsters breaking the Barrier seems to have made The Forgetting stop and they seem to have some form of government then honestly, they're the ones in charge now since stars know there's probably not much left of the Island's government still remaining all this time, and it's doubtful the people of other countries even remember they exist.

Cue everyone other than Frisk who knew all this being very surprised (Frisk's follow up 'explainations' don't really help a lot since The Forgetting is all they've ever known, and Toriel is so messed up when she realises Frisk and a good number of other kids literally can't talk or read without 'Communication Craft' due to the memory wipe effects they suffered under while growing up) and well. Monster kind move out of Mt Ebott at a breakneck pace while Toriel, Asgore, Alphys and everyone frantically try to get everyone settled, help all the very damaged Islanders into as much stability as they can (some recover better than others but there's a lot of grief over lost family, missing people, etc going around and monsters end up stopping more than a few suicides), and get things organised enough they know everyone will be fine before they can move onto working out WTF happened here. Also in the process of all this they end up working out that some things (like who was in charge before The Forgetting) are still being 'auto deleted' from memory (though the effect is fading as time goes on) and also the Island's capital is a space warped nightmare filled with Sadnesses right now and probably everyone should avoid it.

Lots and lots of world building regarding what Monsters vs Sadnesses are, my headcanons for the Universe religion (going with the Monsters also traditionally being Universe worshippers and much talk is had on the differences between 'the old ways' Toriel and Asgore remember vs the traditions and beliefs of the Islanders), and... yeah.

(That's Plot line 3: Frisk leads the monsters to the one semi stable human adult they know of and the monsters realise that not only are they free to live on the Surface now but the local humans both see them as saviors and desperately need their help after going through something that arguably makes the Underground look wonderful in comparison.)

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Eventually I'm going to have to tie all three of these ideas together and I think I've got some ideas for Plot lines 2 and 3 such as:

Sif's family and/or Undyne bumping into each other catching all the trains to search for survivors across the Island

Mirabelle and to a lesser extent the whole party finding themselves the official Vauguardian ambassadors to the newly formed human/monster Island/Isle of Chara alliance who are very much in need of aid and more info about the rest of the world.

Papyrus and Frisk also being ambassadors, making all the friendships.

Sif realising 'the Elder' is their grandfather on their mother's side and trying to wrap their head around having any family around at all (and also trying not to think to hard about all the family still missing).

Isabeau and Odile uncovering just how much stuff countries outside the Island forgot (airports, train stations, cars, all that juicey science stuff).

The Saviors of Vauguard and various Undertale folks investigating the capital together (learning some of the less pleasant aspects of the Island's politics and culture while there including stuff about Sif's dad's side of the family and why the name Chara matter so much). But well. So far have NO CLUE how to get Chara, Loop and Flowey involved with the rest of the cast since well, they're reluctant to leave and no one else knows they're there. So. Yeah. That's what I have planned out mostly. Will list a bunch of stuff I've thought of regarding Sif's group going through the Island and their hometown (totally gonna bring up the 'Euphrasie Islander and possibly Sif's mom' theory in story but not actually confirm or deny it since well, Euphrasie is out of focus and most likely going through a major 'my memories have returned, how could I have forgotten-' breakdown her beloved Claude is going to have to help her through <3) but that's for another post and er. Yeah. Please feel free to share any feedback, ideas or thoughts you might have on this, and to take a stab writing/scribbling up some of this yourself as well as I think it cold be a lot of fun and I'd LOVE the help XD

#undertale #in stars and time #fais fanfic rambles #isat #isat act 6 spoilers #undertale spoilers #isat spoilers #ut #cw suicide mention #undertale isat fusion fic #post game #fanfiction #Chara and Loop have so much trauma to rant furiously together about but IDK how to even start #Flowey I think remembers SOME stuff looping with Chara during their fusion but they only got those memories back post Undertale #heavy focus on the forgotten island #and all the stuff that may have been forgotten all over the world (in both settings) along with it #...Now wondering if I could play up Dr Gaster vanishing as being partly due to the Forgetting as well #(I feel real guilty making Chara 'responsible' for causing so much damage they'll no doubt will feel horrific guilt over) #(hopefully ensuring the 'win condition' for the story's end requires them getting a happy resolution makes up for that a little) #no clue how to start it but yes frisk and Sif looper friendship is mandatory and I WILL make it happen. Somehow

[evevoli]

original story concept: flight feathers (working title)

aka me shoving my new OCs in everyone's faces for a few minutes. low and behold, my gang of losers:

from left to right: Phoenix, Selene, Helios, and Killian

so a wayward beam of divine insanity lightning struck me about four months ago in the form of the first genuinely coherent original story idea i've had in... basically forever and i am finally crawling out of my mad ornithologist lab to talk about it, if only so i have something to point to when i start tagging random innocuous text posts with the names of characters no one's ever heard of. this project is perhaps the most self-indulgent Autism Fueled venture i have ever gone on and it is so fun actually

the basic gist of the story is that local Teenage Bird Hater Selene accidentally gets isekai'd to a Greco-Roman/baroque-inspired city on a floating archipelago hidden in the clouds, inhabited by bird-worshipping winged people. there she befriends a strange one-winged fortune teller named Phoenix, who takes her in while she looks for a way back down to earth.

as a certified Bird Disliker(tm) for reasons she will absolutely not disclose, the idea of being trapped in this city with its strange bird-entrenched culture has got to be Selene's personal hell. but she's already made a few good friends and is learning a lot, so hey... if you ignore the castle surrounded by doves looming off in the distance, and the general poor sentiment surrounding corvids, maybe it's not such a bad place to be after all.

...until it turns out the King himself might have it out for her, much to the dismay of his son and loyal knight, Prince Helios and Captain Killian.

there is. A Lot more to it than that lol—and at least like 8 more characters i haven't gotten to drawing yet—but there's your elevator pitch. to explain the world a bit more, everyone has bird wings to fly with, their own Bird Familiars(tm), and rides around on pegasi and different species of griffin. the world consists of little islands connected by bridges, with the city developed vertically, and sort of resembles a fusion between the Aether mod in Minecraft and Zephyr Heights in MLP G5.

and now the most important thing, the Closeups

some notes:

Selene is transfem :), Helios is transmasc only because i tried giving him curled ram horns and got so frustrated trying to draw them i just gave up and gave him the ewe ones instead

Selene is a Wolf Kid and really vibes with the lyrics to Angel of Darkness on a personal level

Helios's wings are weak and undersized so he can't take off or fly for very long on his own

i like to consider Helios my personal challenge to design the most unapologetically cringe and archetypal character ever. i am going to make a character that is so sad little loser prince. kicks him

Phoenix is a childhood nickname, Killian is just a shortened form of Achilles. Phoenix absolutely hates his birth name. Killian is ambivalent towards his

Phoenix lost his left wing in an accident that changed the trajectory of his life forever teehee :3c

the little blue jay is named Celeste, the crow is Peanut, and the tawny owl is Athena :)

and that is all i shall reveal in this post >:) this idea has been rotting my brain from the inside out for months now so don't hesitate to shoot me an ask if you're wondering about anything :]

#so nervous finally posting this stuff lol #flight feathers #evff #<- that is the best general tag i can think of 💀 trying hard not to spam a fandom with a certain acronym here im so sorry #selene ff #helios ff #phoenix ff #killian ff #original story #my art #ev.post #oc tag

[sunbloomdew]

oc inspired paintings :D

lyrics from "Message In A Bottle" by The Police

lyrics from "Tonight, Tonight" by The Smashing Pumpkins

see more about these pieces under cut :]

you don't have to, i was drinking melisa and as such was a bit sleepy while writing it. might not be very detailed or sensible lol

so, these are actually my ocs inspired paintings! first one is for haru and second one is for primrose. they are 'mirror characters' as i like to call them.

they were created alongside (more or less, the concept for them was anyway) and share themes and arcs in a way :)

now a little bit about the landscapes i picked and the songs.

"Message In A Bottle" is one of the songs from haru's playlist. There are a couple of reasons for why i chose it. First it's about loneliness which is a central aspect of haru's arc. they are a character who hates being alone and tries their hardest to make sure that doesn't happen. However in their pursuit of social renown and validation of a collective, they abandon the only people who loved them in the first place.

Loneliness is one of the things that prompted them to change in a way that would earn them approval of strangers and aquaintances. But their transformation ultimately didn't lead to them feeling better, instead it made them even more lonely - not able to connect with their newer friends and not able to open up to the old ones anymore.

The lyrics i chose have sort of a double meaning. It's how haru was feeling before their change begun. but it is also the way they are continue to feel, no matter how badly they deny it. the lyrics are also a contrast to their actual situation - they are surrounded by people who don't understand them - wether because they don't know them or don't know them anymore.

Second is the imagery. Haru was created for Our Life Beginnings and Always. While they are a spring themed character, i view them as the period of ending of spring and beginning of summer, so they embody both seasons to a degree. A castaway island in the song is something that i definitely associate with summer. And a summer, beach, california child is what haru tries to emulate, even if it's not truly what they are.

Third, it's a little inside joke with myself i have. i'm developing a pirate au with olba characters and ya know. bottle messages.... pirates......

Almost forgot but the last thing is that haru listens to a lot of 80s & 90s music, and this song came out in 1979 so. they definitely have heard it before. not their vibe but they thought it was okay.

anyhow, that song is fucking good, go give it a listen <3

and now for the second painting.

"Tonight, Tonight" is a song from Primrose's playlist. I think this song describes the uncertain nature of the future, but regardless of that, at this moment, tonight is tonight. There are things to come but not now. later. tomorrow. It ties into Primrose's arc.

At their core, Haru and Prim's stories are about change. Haru who rushes into things, changes themselves almost mechanically - with no regard for themselves or others, just to achieve their short-term goal. Primrose is going to be the opposite. A character who clings to the way things were, who never wants to plan for the future, afraid of what might change.

She is content to pretend that everything is just fine and things will go back to the way they were, losing herself in the comforts of her stories, books and the internet. Primrose is my Our Life Now and Forever character who is also spring themed except it's the winter-spring period. The change of the season is more visible and that makes her even less likely to accept it. The spring connection and imagery is more important here because spring is in a way a season opposite of fall. So part of the reason Primrose is afraid of change is her awareness of the fact that she doesn't really fit in Golden Grove.

Her journey will be about accepting that change in inevitable. And Haru's journey is about letting things be the way they are.

Her aversion to change is especially highlighted in her teenage years - everyone around her seems to be changing yet she is staying the same, not knowing if it's a bad thing or not, but not willing to find out either. I connect this song with her, because i feel like this is her expressing that she is not clueless about change but won't easily accept it either.

The lyrics are a bit of a foreshadowing to Prim's state as a young adult. People around her are figuring out their post high school plans, but she doesn't want to leave her hometown. "You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth." is the way she feels about leaving for university/college right away. It's also a bit more subtle in a way how growing up makes you leave some pieces of yourself behind, wether you want it or not.

I've been listening to other songs by The Smashing Pumpkins and what i like about them is that they aren't very direct with their meaning. It's a little bit how i want this character to be too. Maybe. Primrose isn't nearly as developed as Haru at the moment.

Some smaller things about the second painting. This song reads to me as Qiu/Primrose song specifically, step 2 one probably. I chose a forest with those type of trees because Rosie is Canadian and they have boreal forests there. Also i liked this imagery for her.

this song is good too, although i like "1979" from the same album more. still, give it a listen :3

i wanted to post some oc stuff, cause i get distracted by my other characters easily and start working on them, but i still wanna yell into the void about Haru and Rosie :]

toodles~

#sunbloom draws #mei's kids #olba mc #olnf mc #olba oc #olnf oc #original characters #landscape painting #digital art #digital artwork #digital painting #i made them a little bit ago but i still like them enough to post them #and ya know they are not the best in the technical sense and some of the oc stuff have changed in the meantime...... #but i had fun #and it doesn't mean i shouldn't post them #it was what i felt when i was making them #and if i learned something new in the meantime that's great <3

[andyouweremine]

I am very slowly making my way through a rewatch of Season 1 of Arrow and listen, nothing gives pure Olicity like this season. I don't care if they kiss or hug in other seasons, nothing is as pure or as close to the actual dynamic of their relationship that I wanted to see as Season One and there are some good reasons for this:

(1) Writers are still like 99% sure that they are going to stick with the spin cycle Laurel/Oliver relationship through the end of the series. Felicity as a character is Not A Thing. She's there to help facilitate plot points and make the audience laugh.

(This is not a slight on Felicity; she is not a real person--she's a character and the fact that thanks to EBR she's actually doing more than the writers need her to do is incredible. More so the fact that she does in-fact upstage the Official Comic Book Love Interest who is just not vibe-ing with the lead in the way they need to but I DIGRESS. Her function in the narrative is to provide tech help to move the story-of-the-week along, and do some heftier plot work with helping Walter and later giving Oliver his Mom's Copy Of The List (TM). Characters are allowed to be narrative tools. That's literally how story-crafting works, and I personally think it's something beautiful when a character who initially exists to do some narrative lifting ends up being incredibly beloved by fans and writers and therefore promoted and fleshed out beyond their initial conception. EBR and Stephen and some very cute episode 3 writing made Felicity. I DIGRESS AGAIN.)

(2) Felicity connects with the audience because she makes us smile the same way she makes Oliver smile, which is almost against our better judgement and kind of by accident. We like her because she's insanely likeable, and Oliver likes her for the same reasons. Enough to keep going back to her when I'm sure that Queen Consolidated has more than a one-woman IT department, and he could probably have reduced suspicion by going to someone else another week rather than literally give Felicity all the clues to figure out his identity. But he goes back to her again and again because he's in this perpetual darkness post-island and she's a literal ray of color and light. I will also say that costuming and hair and make-up for Felicity is absolutely top-tier this season, it never gets better than this. She's professional and colorful and I love the bright lipstick and ponytail of curls. I don't completely have an explanation for why her style alters so dramatically post season 1 other than Whoops She's A Female Lead Now and we Are The CW so she needs to be wearing Fashion and not Panda Bear shoes.

(3) She's not supposed to be a love interest, literally not the point of her character at all. So when the writers actually start deviating from The Plan and pulling her more and more into the story, her relationship with Oliver is portrayed as this genuine burgeoning friendship as they learn to trust and rely on each other. Honestly my favorite Oliver/Felicity scene of ALL TIME is still in Big Belly Burger when she brings him Walter's copy of the notebook. "I'm not an idiot; you've dropped some pretty big lies on me, and yet I still feel like I can trust you." idk, I love it. You can pry it out of my cold dead hands. THIS is the best moment of this ship hands down and again I will die on this hill.

(4) There's such a stark difference in how Felicity and Oliver have important conversations after season one. Season two is okay, but by the time we hit Season three the big differences are starting to show. Compare, simple things like "I still feel like I can trust you" or "If you're not leaving, I'm not leaving" to the dramatic "I don't want to be a woman you love" or "Then say never. Stop dangling maybes." or literally my least favorite line in all of television "You opened up my heart in a way I didn't even know was possible."

(I SWEAR TO GOD, "I don't want to be a woman you love" was initially written for Laurel to say. I have no proof of this, but once you think about it it's such a Laurel/Oliver line. I would bet money it was sitting on a whiteboard for three seasons and the writers just couldn't get over how much they liked it so they had Felicity say it.)

(5) Oliver and Felicity's relationship is actually healthier in season one? I don't care that he's lying to her about the laptop or the syringe of vertigo or the arrow or the flash drive, she knows and she's choosing to press him carefully on all of those things without pushing too hard. (This is important because Moira and Tommy and Laurel and Thea and even Diggle are pressing Oliver super hard to open up in literally every other scene, but he's just not responding to them. Felicity lets it go. These look like bullet holes? Opens the laptop anyway. Flash drive has insanely high encryption for a scavenger hunt? Okay, she'll give the info anyway. They become friends-- to the point where a shot and bleeding Oliver goes to Felicity because he does actually trust her.)

Season One Olicity was the Best Olicity don't come at me.

#kris watches arrow #it was while queue were sleeping

[edge-oftheworld]

thinking about the way when i interact with fellow aussies on here I see so much disappointment about how they didn't come here on their last tour. how sydney 5sos fans are a different brand of human i'm not really sure how to describe (we all freaked out when we went to the same concert lauren was at for example). thinking about how the australian leg of take my hand tour felt like it was almost its own thing, sandwiched between the gap after the bulk of the tour before it and that short gap before they announced the most recent tour after it--almost as if it was meant to bridge both of those tours. how they played in newcastle and on the gold coast and it wasn't quite cairns or coffs but it was a bit more than your state capitals headline tour. how, with the exception of the big four, we often don't realise how small our cities are on a global scale. there are only 27 million of us on this desert island.

thinking about how they wrote easy for you to say and had to perform it on tour six months before its actual release, it was so important to this setlist, to the vibe, and how it's about nostalgia and missing sydney and they finished the tour in sydney and it makes me wonder, i can kind of guess when the song means the same thing to me, how much it hurts to be able to perform here and yet not be able to stay for longer than a holiday. and yet they do do that for us, put on shows about as regularly as any other artist does. even if they didn't play splendour in the grass. or falls festival. even if it's been four years since fire fight australia, it was only months ago sierra was promoting beyond blue as a charity to donate to. friends of friends did some fundraiser for a youth centre in blacktown: maybe I have to look to see it, but I can see the impact they've left.

and then I see how happy they all seem to look when they've gotten a chance to hang out in australia. ashton covering songs in the heat. calum obviously having a blast. luke dropping sydney pics that were assumedly from before it got really hot, looking carefree, a familiar skyline and familiar urban graffiti. the way when michael arrived in perth for the first time after lockdown he simply had to tell us all right away. and i've always kind of seen them coming back here for good? heck, joel madden even assumed right on his podcast some of them might have already. the way ashton doesn't have a dog in the states, and how i've always seen him with an aussie. the way luke integrates seamlessly into the life and culture of the inner west area; and calum carries blue mountains vibes with him wherever he goes, as michael does with the sydney pop punk scene. we know brandy and sierra at least love australia--i was actually fangirling about sierra in their comments with the veronicas just the other day (bless them for deciding my comment was something that needed to replying to). while crystal does have a massive group of usamerican friends and family I can see her enjoying the vegan places in melbourne and brisbane (they're coming to sydney too. the inner west and parts of the north side are almost there) and maybe being a little more hopeful about politics. I can also see it being a really healthy place to raise lua.

maybe it's the hopefulness of an urban designer who sees the impact of art and culture and having people around who create for a living on our cities, but maybe I see myself in 20 years bringing my kids to see them play and being able to tell the story of a series of songs (red desert, efyts, whatever is next in the theme in the works for 5sos6 as well as the solo stuff like a lot of wfttwtaf and boy) and how they figured out what we all have to, how to find and create a place that's home to you--because it's actually a pretty likely event. and i love seeing the evolution from the 'let's get out' / 'worked every weekend just to get out of town' vibe of self titled and sgfg to now. I really do want them all to feel like they can relax now after so many years of working and depriving themselves of the love that comes from belonging (I do feel like we've heard more about it from luke and ash specifically) and I also get the subtle vibes of where that might happen. and how much it might hurt when they don't get to have that. what did they do for aussies? gave us hope that we could make it, in whatever we want to do and whatever success means for us. maybe it's just me though. for now. maybe i've got the expectations of someone who grew up unable to afford things like concerts mixed with the anticipation for this june. I hope i'm not projecting, but also, the empathy I feel when I see myself in someone is usually spot on.

so idk. one day i'm gonna design some really classy public housing made to unfuck the status quo and i'm gonna raise money to build it and sierra will write a song and say she's doing a donation to this charity in australia doing things about homelessness and the class divide and it's gonna help me fund it. that's just one option of something i can see going down that's not completely unrealistic if very very optimistic but it's how i live my life. but i'll go to a 5sos concert eventually. i'll play their songs i've arranged with an orchestra one day too and we'll do it impressively, noticeably. i don't really know what else i'm supposed to expect? I know my experience is worlds away from many people's. but these guys inspire me to create and I don't really need anything else to do that.

#will add that i think if they were to move back here it would be something that would require work to be better than as kids #because it was never perfect for them to begin with and we do all deserve better than to pick the less uncomfortable uncomfortable option #fr though sierra + the australian music industry is just #like i really feel like she's at home there. more so than 5sos even #australia #5sos5 city #what am i talking about #i feel like it's just my experience really #official efyts post #nfattne tour brisbane #5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #sierra deaton #almondmilkhunni #crystal leigh

[storiesofsvu]

An Itch to Scratch

Sonny Carisi x reader x Peter Stone. Warnings: language, alcohol, smut, threesome (m/m/f). A/N: it's mentioned in the story, but in this scenario Sonny has yet to be in the squad and Stone's still living in Chicago, ie; they don't know each other until they meet here.

It’s a very known fact to everyone that humans have needs, and sometimes those needs are carnal, and absolutely take precedence over everything else. On the occasion those needs can be satisfied quickly with ones own hands, if that’s not enough there’s always the solution of some special toys. That had been your original thought, some self loving would satisfy you and you could make your way onto your weekend plans. Instead you spent so many rounds with your vibrator it had ran out of battery life and you were still aching for more. Rather than waiting for it to charge to try again you decided there was only one solution to this that would actually work, so you freshened up, put on a cute sundress along with some enticing makeup and hit up a bar a few streets over from your apartment.

Naturally, you weren’t the only person in Manhattan that was going through the same struggle.

Sonny was having a hell of a time trying to fit in with the Staten Island squad, and of course this was making him even more frustrated being a Staten Island native himself. It was his third rotation of SVU boroughs and he was beginning to wonder if maybe this wasn’t actually the job for him. He needed to blow off some steam, and somewhere he wouldn’t run into anyone he knew, so he cabbed into Manhattan to find a bar.

Peter on the other hand, was only in town for a family thing. That on its own was enough to warrant wanting to escape. Though, he was already escaping work, Chicago’s intelligence unit was running him ragged and when his dad brought up the family reunion he jumped at the opportunity to use up some vacation days. He loved the city and knew some of the best spots thanks to the years touring through with the team. So when a discussion turned into a debate that turned into a lecture, he feigned a work call from his second chair and headed back to his hotel before deciding what bar to hit up tonight.

The lights were low, the music just loud enough that you wouldn’t be able to hear the conversation of the table next to you. The bar was full, but not packed, the vibe somewhere between everyone’s favourite pub to wind down with a beer and the ideal place where you’d meet someone new. You grabbed a mojito from the bar and settled into a high top table where you could see most of the room, your eyes searching through the crowd for a potential suitor. There was a good variety of people in here tonight, ages ranging, some with groups of friends, some either on dates or with a wingman, and a handful, like yourself, there alone.

You spotted him first, as he approached the bar and ordered a beer, the man was tall, thin, his blue eyes piercing as he glanced around the room. You waited for him to join a group, or have a girl sidle up to his side but he simply settled at the bar with his beer. You watched him for a little bit, trying to determine what kind of a night he was having, he was dressed casually, jeans and a Henley, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His eyes flitted between the television behind the bar and his phone while he made conversation with the bartender. He was rather animated when he talked expressing his words with his hands; you couldn’t help but stare fingers long and elegant, your mind began to wander, thinking about what else they could do. Chewing on your straw you felt your cheeks heat as the thoughts in your mind got dirtier the longer you watched. He finished his beer and for a moment you thought you had missed your chance, but it turned out he was only disappearing to the bathroom, returning to order a second drink. It was now or never you figured, draining your drink and making you way up to the bar, resting against the ledge of the wood right next to him.

“Can I grab another mojito please?” The bartender nodded, flashing you a smile as they started to make your drink. You could feel the man’s eyes glance over to you, drinking you in as you pretended not to notice.

“That everything?” The bartender asked and you pursed your lips as you glanced through the liquor bottles before turning to the man.

“I can never decide what to shoot, what’s your go to?”

“Oh, uh..” he glanced through the bottles quickly, “probably Jameson’s.”

“Two Jamie’s please.” You asked the bartender who pulled down the bottle and promptly poured them out. You slid the cash across to cover the cost and tip and the slid one of the glasses over to the man, “cheers.” He clinked his glass with yours and the two of you shot back the liquor.

“Thanks.” He shot you a grin, extending out his hand, “Sonny.”

“Y/n.” Smiling, you accepted the hand shake, letting your fingers linger in his longer than normal as your eyes flitted up and down his body, “this your regular place?”

“Nah.” He let out a small laugh, “jus wanted somewhere I wouldn’t run into anyone, ya know?”

“Rough week?”

“Less than ideal, but coulda been worse.”

“I know the feeling.” You paused to take a hefty swig of your drink, “I take it you’re not waiting for anyone then?”

“No.” He grinned over the rim of his beer, “you waitin’ for someone?”

“No one in particular.” You smirked up at him, watching the way his eyes dragged up your body, focussing on how you lips wrapped around your straw.

Sonny felt his pulse pick up, the dress you had on was fitted perfectly, the skirt flowing out just enough to not be skin tight, the swell of you chest bouncing slightly when you laughed. He hadn’t come out tonight with the intent of hooking up, but now he was wondering if maybe his plan should change. The two of you chatted for a little bit longer, mainly about nothing, a few comments here and there about the game playing behind the bar. Suddenly your hand was on his thigh, giving it a soft squeeze,

“It was nice to meet you Sonny. You know where to find me if you want me to help make that rough week better.”

Shooting him a wink you sauntered back to the table you’d started at. Sonny was cute, seemed like a really nice guy, someone you could take home to your parents, and you weren’t sure if that was the vibe you wanted for tonight. You left the ball in his court, wanting to see if he would up his game, turn on the pizazz and approach you as the night wore on. You also wanted to see what else was out there, while you may end up leaving your phone number with Sonny you weren’t sure if he was looking for the same thing you were tonight.

He sent you over another mojito a little bit later, tilting his beer bottle in your direction when you glanced his way with a smile of thanks on your cheeks. He had enjoyed talking to you, and did want to continue on, but he also wanted to wind down a little bit more before indulging into anything more.

*

Peter entered the bar with two very clear intentions in his head, get a decent buzz on, and find someone to go home with. He wanted to drink to relax, and then fuck his frustrations out on some pretty thing. His eyes scanned the crowd as he made his way up to the bar, there were a few girls already eyeing him down, but he was rolling his eyes at them. He wanted someone that would make him work for it first, not someone who was just going to drop to their knees and do whatever he wanted. He wanted someone that could hold their ground against him, a fun little challenge to distract him from the bullshit week he’d had. He also didn’t want to deal with someone who was with a group of people, having to either infiltrate his way into the group and put up with everyone else while attempting to pick up, or having everyone in said group watching their every move as the flirtation began. It was annoying, something that seemed very high school to him, especially if he wasn’t going to see her ever again.

He approached the bar and while he waited for the bartender his eyes fell on you, alone at a table, small smile on your face as you scrolled through your phone. There was no other glass on your table, no coat or signs of another person being with you and you were dressed like you wanted some kind of attention. You glanced up from your phone and accidentally locked eyes with him, a soft blush creeping up your cheeks as you smiled, letting out a small laugh before you ducked your gaze.

You weren’t sure why you were the one blushing when he was the one caught staring, but you couldn’t help the heat oozing through your body. The man was attractive, broad chest and back, thick arms covered with a black sweater, the type of guy you knew could throw you around. When you glanced back up he was saying something to Sonny, gesturing towards the tv with his drink and your eyes widened slightly as realization washed over you. That was certainly one way to make sure your needs were taken care of tonight.

Peter waited a bit, letting his first drink sink in to gain some extra confidence, and to make sure you weren’t waiting for someone. He watched a younger man approach your table, flirting perhaps a little too hard and while you politely smiled your way through it, you still sent him packing a minute later. He wasn’t surprised, you were out of the guy’s league, and the guy looked barely old enough to even be in the bar. He ordered a second bourbon and two shots, scooping them up from the bar and sauntering over to your table. You glanced up with a grin on your face as you watched him approach the table,

“So he does have the balls to make a move.” You greeted slyly and he chuckled, sliding the shot over to you.

“Had to make sure you weren’t waiting on someone, wouldn’t want to embarrass myself.”

“You mean like numb nuts over there?” You asked, gesturing towards the younger guy and Peter laughed once again, “at least you didn’t show up empty handed.” You picked up the shot glass and clinked it with his before shooting it back.

“What can I say, my mom taught me to always bring something to the table.” He extended his hand, “Peter.”

“Y/n.” His hand shake was strong and you once again found yourself having impure thoughts about the other things hands and fingers could do. “Take seat.” You gestured, “tell me Peter, you come here often?”

“Not anymore.” He let out a small laugh, “I’m in town from Chicago.”

“What brings you to the big apple?”

“Family bullshit.”

“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink, “no wonder you chose to hit up a bar instead.”

“Yeah.” He laughed, “what about you? This your regular spot?”

“Nah,” your head tilted slightly as you surveyed him, “but I’ve got this itch I can’t seem to scratch.”

“Anything I can help with?” He asked, a sly grin taking over his cheeks.

“Oh most definitely.” You grinned back at him, letting out a little chuckle as you sipped at your drink.

The two of you fell into an easy conversation, Peter enjoyed the way you challenged him, the flirting picking up more banter as it went on. While he was already pretty sure you would say yes to going home with him, you weren’t about to completely give it up that easily, and he enjoyed that. You finished off your drink, playing with the ice with your straw for a minute while he finished up a story.

“I’m gonna grab another drink.” You shifted to slide off the bench and Sonny suddenly appeared beside you, sliding another mojito toward you.

“I gotcha doll.” He winked and you felt your cheeks heat at the pet name as you moved back to where you’d been sitting, Sonny sliding in beside you.

“Oh.” Peter stalled, “my bad, I didn’t realize you were here with someone.” He moved to stand and your hand clasped around his forearm, pulling his attention back to the table.

“I met Sonny about ten minutes before you walked in here.”

“I’m not intruding am I?” Sonny asked, suddenly realizing he might’ve read the room wrong and the two of you laughed.

“Just met her tonight.” Peter explained, watching the way you looked between the two of them with a grin on your face and he started to pick up what you were putting down, extending his hand to the other man. “Peter.”

“Sonny.”

“So sweetheart…” he settled back into his seat, “why don’t you tell us more about this itch?”

*

Peter’s hotel room was closest, he’d also splurged for the California king bed, and knew the mini bar was more than well stocked. It was a decent sized room, couch across from the foot of the bed, large windows overlooking the city, though he made a point of pulling the shades shut after entering the room. Peter offered you drinks from the mini bar, taking a swig off a bottle of whiskey before passing it off to Sonny whose hand trailed up your back, moving your hair to one side before his lips hit the side of your neck. You let out a satisfied hum at the feeling, glancing up when Peter’s hand closed around your chin, tilting your lips up to his for a kiss. It started slow, lips moving against each other with grace while you found you rhythm. His free hand came to your hip, tongue sliding across your lower lip before sneaking into your mouth. Your arms looped around his shoulders, a hand scratching into his hair as the kiss deepened, tongues battling for dominance as you groaned into his mouth.

He pulled away smirking, watching your chest heave as you caught your breath. With a dark chuckle he gently spun you in his arms to face Sonny, his lips kissing across your shoulder to your neck, teeth nipping at your skin.

“Well Sonny…the girl said she had an itch she couldn’t seem to scratch no matter what she did… what do you think we should do?”

Sonny chuckled, stepping toward you, his finger curling under your chin before he ducked to kiss you quickly, lips soft against yours.

“I think we should see how many times we can make her come.” His eyes darted from yours to Peter’s and back, “would you like that doll?”

“Yes. Please.”

With a wicked grin, Sonny leant down to kiss you again, this one longer and deeper, his tongue easily sliding into you mouth, hands wrapping around you to grope at your ass. Behind you Peter stripped himself down to his briefs, watching the way you melted into the kiss already putty in Sonny’s hands. You certainly were eager and probably in dire need of a release, he made a mental note to remember not to tease too much.  Your hands tangled into Sonny’s hair, tugging at the roots and he groaned into the kiss, retaliating by biting your lower lip, pulling it between his teeth before letting it snap back with a lewd pop.

“Why don’t we get ya out of this dress, hmm?” He asked, fingers slipping into the straps and pushing them off your shoulders. You let him undress you, the dress pooling around your feet and you stepped out of it and your shoes, leaving you clad in a pair of panties underneath.

“C’mere sweetheart.” Peter murmured, lips meeting the side of your neck again, tugging you to the bed where he settled against the headboard, placing you between his legs, leaning back on him. It gave Sonny the time to strip down to his underwear, eyes raking up your body as he looked toward the bed.

Peter’s hands roamed your body, fingers tracing nonsense patterns across your skin while his mouth made home in the crook of your neck. The bed dipped with Sonny’s weight as he crawled over you, leaving another burning kiss on your lips, groaning into it as he cupped your cunt, hot and wet through your panties.

“Oh god Sonny…” you murmured, breaking the kiss with a gasp and he chuckled, sitting up on his haunches between your legs.

“Ya’ve ruined your panties doll. Maybe we should just get rid of ‘em?”

He snuck into the waist band of them, tugging them down your legs and tossing them to the floor before his hands slid up your legs, pushing your thighs even further apart as he settled between them on his knees.

“Pussy’s gorgeous.” He praised, though he glanced to Peter, talking to him as if you weren’t even there and you felt the desire pulse through you at the whole concept.

“Bet it tastes even better.”

“More than enough time to find out.”

Smirking, Sonny’s hand cupped you once again and your breath hitched in your throat, begging for more. Peter watched the way he ground his hand against you, smearing your juices across it, the pads of Sonny’s fingers barely dipped into you, dancing up and down your folds. He slid one finger into you heat and in the same moment Peter’s hands pinched at your nipples.

“Fuck!” Your head dropped back onto Peter’s shoulder, one of his hands continued to toy with your chest as the other one came up, tilting your chin to his and catching your lips in a breathless kiss while Sonny continued to finger you.

His finger slipped in and out easily, you were practically dripping already, warmth wrapping around the digit and he knew you could handle another. The second finger joined and you groaned into the kiss with Peter whose hand moved down to you throat, simply holding in control, not squeezing. Sonny’s fingers curled within you in search of that spongey spot while continuing to thrust. The sounds of your drenched cunt were already echoing through the room and you could feel Peter’s cock twitching behind you thanks to it. Your hips shot upward and Sonny’s lips split into a grin, knowing he’d found your sensitive spot, his fingers pausing in their thrusting to press up against it and you had to break the kiss to let out a loud moan.

“You like that, don’t you?” Peter asked with a tease in his voice, the hand around your neck squeezing ever so gently as Sonny pressed against you again and you let out a whine.

“Fuuuck… feels so good.”

“Think she can squirt?” Peter asked, glancing up at the other man who chuckled darkly.

“Only one way to find out.” Sonny’s fingers picked up their speed, fucking into you faster, Peter moved back to swallowing your moans as his tongue explored your mouth.

His free hand pinched at your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger and your back arched into the touch. He continued to toy with you, switching sides and trying to match the same rhythm as Sonny’s fingers. Sonny groaned at your juices smearing across your thighs, your pussy practically glittering in the light of the hotel room. He wanted to taste you more than anything but also wanted to make you come on his fingers before anything else, he knew the unspoken plan was to make you come at least six times before the night was up and he wasn’t going to deviate from it. So instead, he easily slipped a third finger into your pussy and you let out a breathy moan, your thighs shaking as your cunt fluttered around his hand. Your skin was on fire, tingling from the multiple sensations across your body, Peter’s hand squeezing around your throat sporadically as his tongue swept deeper into your mouth. He could feel your body shivering on top of his and knew you were close, Sonny on the other hand could feel you squeezing around him tighter and tighter, your pussy wetter with each thrust of his fingers.

“You gonna come for me doll?” He husked, his eyes darkening at how wet his hand was, “make a mess all over the place?”

“Oh fuck yes.” You moaned, your chest heaving as you panted, dropping against Peter.

He chuckled, the hand around your throat gliding down your body in search of your clit. Sonny’s free hand was pinning your thigh down to the bed, keeping you spread wide open for the two of them. Peter’s fingers found your clit, swollen and pulsing, pinching at it before beginning to rub it in slow circles.

“More!” You cried out, hand tightly winding around Peter’s wrist and the pressure and speed of his fingers increased. Sonny’s hand fucked harder and faster into you, matching the pace as he watched your body tremble below him, feeling your cunt clench down on him. The coil burst within you and you let out a loud moan, your thighs shaking as you came, juices covering Sonny’s hand leaking down onto the bedspread. He let out a low laugh, fingers slowing until he pulled them from you,

“Looks like she is a squirter.” He grinned at Peter before sucking his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as he moaned over the taste of you. The boys gave you a minute to calm down, Peter passing you the bottle of bourbon for you to take a sip before he gently nudged you forward.

“I want a taste of that sweet pussy, that alright kitten?”

“Oh fuck yes.” You muttered with a small laugh, twisting to kiss him as he shifted from the bed.

Peter stood from the bed, ridding himself of his briefs as he did so and you felt your mouth water at the sight of his cock slapping up against his stomach, thick, hard and leaking pre-cum already. Sonny shifted behind you, mimicking the other man’s actions and you knew you were about to have the best night, and no lingering issues once you were all done.

“Bend over.” Peter instructed, rounding the foot of the bed and you did so, wiggling your hips back to him and he swore. He noticed the way your eyes lingered on Sonny’s cock, watching the way it twitched and he chuckled, “you want his cock in your mouth?”

“Yes please.”

“I think that can be arranged.” Sonny grinned, dropping down onto the bed in front of you, spreading his legs wide as he fisted his cock, smearing the pre-cum around it and you groaned, “but let Peter get a head start, alright? No reason for you to be distracted while he pleases you.”

You nodded, letting out a small gasp when Peter spanked you, “do that again…” you whined and he did as you asked, hand coming down on both cheeks, each hit harder than the last. His hands groped at your ass, kneading the flesh, spreading you cheeks before his hand snuck between your legs, fingers easily sliding into your drenched pussy.

“Jesus Christ…” he muttered, cock throbbing as you rocked back on his hand, warm and wet around him, wordlessly begging for more. You were so ready, so needy, it made him want to plunge his cock into you right then and there but the desire to taste your beautiful pussy was stronger than all of that.

So instead he sunk to his knees, spreading your cheeks as he kissed at your inner thighs, this time his thumb slipping into you, fingers toying with your clit and he could feel your pussy fluttering around him already. Unable to hold back he launched forward, mouth hitting your cunt to eat you from behind, tongue swiping through it and you let out a whimper, still sensitive from your first orgasm. He wasted no time, sucking your lower lips into his, drawing out even more of your juices, tongue plunging into you, twisting and twirling with skill. It danced against your throbbing clit and you let out a breathy moan before his lips wrapped around it, sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh fuck Peter!”

“You like that doll?” Sonny asked, watching the way your eyes scrunched shut and you nodded. Your hands grasped as his thighs while you let out a whine, tugging him toward you and he let out a little chuckle, shuffling on the bed until his cock was in front of your mouth.

“Need your cock.” You begged and he nodded, hand wrapping around it, angling it to your lips.

Your tongue lapped out, licking from base to tip before swirling around the head, smearing the pre-cum around and Sonny let out a low swear at the sensation. Your lips wrapped around him, head beginning to bob slowly until you had him buried deep in your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat.

“Shit you’re good at that.” He hissed, hands tangling into your hair for something to hold on to as you continued to suck him off.

Behind you, Peter sunk two fingers into your pussy, lips staying on your clit while his tongue traced patterns across it. The heat was burning through you once again, body trembling as you sucked Sonny off. You sunk lower onto his cock, hollowing your cheeks around him and held him in your mouth, sucking and licking around it as he groaned above you. You pulled off him with a gasp, a string of spit trailing from your lower lip to his cock and he felt himself twitch at the sight.

“Fuck!” you swore, your head dropping onto the bed as Peter’s fingers curled within you, tapping and grazing across that special spot, your thighs beginning to shake, each whine leaving your lips louder than the last.

“Whatever you’re doin’ don’t fucking stop.” Sonny commented, “she’s gonna come again.”

Peter simply groaned into your cunt in response and the vibrations had you shrieking, his tongue pressing harder and harder against your clit as his fingers picked up their speed until you were trembling, juices smearing across his face. He quickly swapped what was where, mouth latching around your pussy as you came, fingers continuing to play with your clit so he could drink up every drop. You dropped onto the bed panting as he stood behind you.

“Fuck do you ever taste good kitten.” He praised, spanking at your ass and you let out a groan.

“I’m gonna need one of you to fuck me, now.”

“Then get up here.” Peter tugged at your hips, pulling you up off the bed with a small shriek from you. He nodded to Sonny to join the two of you before grabbing a condom out of his tossed aside jeans. “Ready kitten?” He husked into your ear, one hand bending you forward as the other slipped between you legs, spreading your pussy open for his cock.

“Yes, please!”

You had one hand braced on the arm of the couch, letting out a low moan as Peter’s cock sunk into you and he swore quietly. Sonny’s hand caressed the side of your cheek as he stepped in front of you, his cock hard, bobbing right at your lips. His hand wrapped around it, tracing your lips with the tip of it, smearing pre-cum around.

“You think you can handle two doll?” He asked and you eagerly nodded, lips opening wide to let his cock into your mouth.

The two men started an easy rhythm, plunging into you slowly at first, letting out little grunts and groans at the feeling of your cunt and mouth wet and warm around them. You let out happy moans, your body vibrating already and they picked up the pace, fucking deeper into you, your free hand came up to play with Sonny’s balls as he fucked your face. He groaned heavily, his hips thrusting into your mouth and stilling suddenly, his eyes scrunching shut as he held back.

“Such a good pussy.” Peter grunted, “so fucking tight kitten, you take me so well.”

“Mouth’s just as good.” Sonny replied, letting out a low moan as your cheeks hollowed around him.

The room was full of sounds of sin, moans, groans, the wetness of your cunt, dribbling down your thighs as Peter’s fingers collected it, smearing it across your body, the slurping of your mouth around Sonny’s cock, gagging when his head hit the back of your throat. Everything about it was dirty and none of you could get enough. You felt your pussy fluttering, a gasp leaving your lips around Sonny’s cock when Peter’s arm wound around you, fingers rubbing at your clit. You whimpered, muffled moans leaving your lips, your walls clamping down around his dick.

“You gonna come again for us?” Peter huffed, each thrust meeting your hips harder and deeper than the last, feeling the way you were squeezing around him, “fuck you feel so good, I want you to come on my cock, you understand?”

You mumbled a reply around Sonny’s cock, doing your best to nod as Peter’s hand increased the pressure, his cock dragging past every inch you needed. You let out a cry, your mouth leaving Sonny as your hand clenched into the couch, nails digging in as deeply as your cunt squeezed at Peter.

“Oh fuck sweetheart…” he swore, his hands gripping into your hips hard enough you knew they’d leave marks. He had to do his best to hold back from coming then and there, fucking you deeply through your orgasm as your body shook. His arm wrapped around you, holding you up when your legs threatened to collapse under you.

“Oh my god..” you whimpered, cunt pulsing around him, your body shaking, “oh my fucking god..”

“Yeah… you like that?” Sonny asked, his hand cupping your cheek again, his thumb pushing into your mouth, “god you’re such a pretty sight when you come.”

Peter continued to thrust into you, his cock twitching with each of the aftershocks from your orgasm, his hand spanked at your ass again and you let out a moan, your lips dropping towards Sonny’s cock.

“Fuck.” Peter swore, “I’m gonna come.” You popped off Sonny’s cock long enough to whimper out,

“Come on my ass…”

Peter wasted no time, pulling out and tossing the condom to the side, fisting at his cock furiously, letting out a string of grunts and groans. The image of you completely blissed out, thighs and cunt slick with juice with your lips wrapped around Sonny along with the memory of how your cunt felt wrapped around his cock was all it took. He let out a loud moan, his hand squeezing tighter around his cock as his cum spurted out, painting your ass with white.

He dropped down to the bed with a satisfied groan, looking to the other man, “you gotta fuck that pussy, trust me.”

Sonny pulled you off his cock, tossing you to the edge of the bed, letting out a soft chuckle at the sight of your makeup smeared, your lips slick with spit from sucking him off. Your chest heaved as you did your best to catch your breath while Sonny moved to grab a condom, sheathing his cock with it.

“You want this doll?” He asked and you nodded.

“Fill me up Sonny.”

He let out an uncontrollable moan, lining himself up with your dripping cunt. He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to be able to come, he’d been so close to spilling into your mouth already and your cunt felt good enough around his fingers he knew he wouldn’t last long. His hands splayed across your thighs, spreading the wide as he started to thrust deep into you.

“Oh fuck!” He grunted, feeling your pussy pulsing around him.

“You feel so good Sonny.” You whined.

“M’not gonna last doll, holy shit.” He continued to pump into you, his hips meeting yours with vigour, “need you to come first.”

You were about to reply when a yelp left your lips at the feeling of Peter’s fingers returning to your clit, rubbing furiously as Sonny pounded into you. You were so done for already, cunt needy and begging for it as you thrived against the bed. Sonny could feel you getting wetter and wetter yet again, juices coating his thighs as he fucked deeper and harder into you.

“Oh god!” Your hand came up to pinch at your own chest, the other one curving around Peter’s head, pulling him to you for a desperate kiss. “I’m gonna come!” You cried out, your cunt gripping around Sonny, body shaking as you let out a loud moan, thighs attempting to squeeze shut around Sonny.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…” he swore, continuing to pound into you, “where can I come?”

“On my tits.” You whined out in response and he pulled out of you, ridding himself of the condom, one hand wrapping around his length and the other tugging you off the bed, pushing you down to your knees. He let out a series of low grunts and groans, cum shooting out of his cock, landing on your chest, marking you and he nearly dropped to the couch behind him.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” With what strength he had left he pulled you up, gently shoving you back onto the bed that you gratefully collapsed against, letting Peter’s arm wrap around you, pulling your back to him as he kissed at your shoulder.

“How’s that itch doing now?” He asked with a smirk in his voice and you giggled.

“Very satisfied.” You murmured back.

“Glad we could help.” Sonny panted, dropping down on the other side of you as a comfortable silence overcame the room, the three of you catching your breath and finally coming back down to earth.

Peter grabbed a bottle of water from the nightstand, taking a hefty swig before passing it to you and you did the same before passing it over to Sonny. Hands were lightly tracing over skin, no one really sure whose was whose at this point, and not really caring as relaxation and small conversation took over the room. The mood began to shift from one of super sexually charged to one of much more calm and chill, the conversation back to the teasing banter like at the bar.

“What’d’you do back in Chicago?” Sonny asked suddenly, his question directed to Peter who chuckled.

“I’m a prosecutor.

“Oh no way.” Sonny laughed, “I’m at Fordham right now, night school.”

“Oh god…” your hand ran over your face as you laughed, “two lawyers?”

“Well I’m a cop now.” Sonny replied, prodding at your skin and you groaned, pushing yourself up off the bed.

“And that is my cue to leave.”

“Why?” Peter laughed, “you some kind of criminal?”

“Try criminal defense attorney.”

“Somehow I’m not surprised.” Peter chuckled, shifting on the bed to grab at your hand, tugging you back into it. “Doesn’t mean you have to go yet.” His nose nudged at yours, murmuring his words against you lips.

“Oh yeah?” You raised a brow, stealing a kiss.

“Yeah…. Just gives us more reason to punish you.”

“She did seem ta like those spankings…” Sonny’s voice thickened as he sat up, hands groping at your ass and you couldn’t help but let out a low groan.

It was safe to say you certainly had no itch to scratch by the time they were finally done with you.

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It's Just (ahh)...A Little Touch

Some rather massive implications of these new arrivals who get to work straight away smashing the ships. It's so nice and cuddly for me seeing Usopp geek out about the giants after all these years. I quite liked the lil recap panel too. Has a funky lil meta vibe with them looking up at the narration. The big guys are wrecking things, raises the question if we even need to get away so fast, but hey we're almost ready to do that anyways. Picking up where we left off last time though, there was something that stood out in terms of the quieter themes we've talked about.

Remember that we have something really interesting hanging over Usopp's long-awaited reunion with the honorable warriors of Elbaf after his biggest moment in Wano ends up being disillusionment with another culture of honor. It's a surprise for later.

We get an update on Zoro & Lucci. Which is fun enough, I'm more interested in Shark Daddy headed their way because it doesn't really seem like Marimo is struggling or anything. Specifically this line, this taunt from Lucci though. Someone cool pointed out it's a very interesting line to pair with this notion around Usopp and the Giants. It's somewhat of a subversion of the logic Usopp had around Kin & Kiku. They were begging him to do this with themselves, trying to one-up each other over being the sacrifice. Also see Vegapunk Prime for further entrenchment of the theme. I like how he leans on the plot of Enies Lobby and makes a callback in his taunting. Back to our main story though:

Okay this is funny. Firmly sets Bonney in "princess" territory but that's a moot point. Love reinforcing Luffy doesn't know or care much about this Nika element. Roasting a child though before bashing the powers that be? That's our lovable stretchy goof. Context is everything here though. Not just for Luffy, but for Sanji as well. He may be destroying the field of physics as we know it, but his swirly eyebrows reversed! DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNN!

Seriously though, it's doubling up on what happened with Luffy & Nika. Those are the two here, Vegapunk's saying he's done for and it's too late like a certain samurai that wasn't just trying to save his totally not surrogate daughter that Sanji's fight with Queen totally didn't lean on themes of or anything. And this was definitely, most assuredly not further reinforced by looping back in a power we noted was very interesting to reveal right after said samurai's spotlight in Act 1.

Tag! So it is Catarina and Augur actually though thanks to his fruit it's not really weird for him to be included and he potentially poofed Lafitte back or maybe he's still here. Either way the Blackbeard Pirates seemed to pull off a big coup here. If Catarina can clone Saturn now, that's scary. They can do a lot with that and it's cool we hint at a lil more of the mystery behind Teach himself.

Of course, Caribou coming full circle is interesting too. A lot of people saw this coming. He is a total Blackbeard simp and yeah that makes sense. He knows a lot about the anicent weapons. This could put Wano and/or Fishman Island at risk. Those are big possibilities. All in all, feels like Egghead is really escalating. Riding this line of moving to an apparent conclusion while hinting more and more something is amiss.

#one piece #chapter 1107 #post-wano musings

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Ranking every time the Ten Men get taken down by how cringe fail they are (Part 1)

With 1 being "not too lame, actually" and 10 being "oh my god I have to put the book down and walk away for my own health." This post will include scenes from Books 2 and 3; I'll put the Riddle of Ages stuff in another post.

"But Milk, why on earth are you doing this" well you see I hate the Ten Men (<3) and I love to talk so this works out perfectly. Listen To My Opinions, Boy. Let's get started, shall we?

Book 2: The Perilous Journey

See Garrotte is like the Reynie Muldoon of the Ten Men in that he's so fantastically average (this is a joke don't come for me y'all I love Reynie). This is just a very Average way to get knocked out tbh. And honestly, I've gotta cut Garrotte some slack here. When you think you're on a deserted island, you don't really expect some scarecrow-looking ninja to materialize out of the darkness, hijack your tank boat, and knock you out. 2/10

Crawlings. Oh, darling Crawlings. I'm making the rule now that Crawlings can't score below a 3. He has a base level of cringe fail-ness simply by being Crawlings.

Out of all of the times Crawlings gets knocked out, this is honestly the least embarrassing. None of them really know Milligan's capabilities yet, so this sleight of hand is completely unexpected. Although the "As ugly as you?" exchange occurs immediately after Crawlings wakes up from this one (and that scene in and of itself is embarrassing.) 5/10

Now Sharpe and Crawlings get knocked out (again) later in TPJ but that happens offscreen, so without further ado, let's move onto:

Book 3: The Prisoner's Dilemma

Starting this one off strong with another Crawlings MomentTM. I know he doesn't get knocked out here but I literally could not in good conscience leave it out. Peak cringe fail. Local murderous henchman loses to a four year old with sharp teeth, more at 11. 7/10

I'm gonna be honest at least 70% of this post is gonna be Crawlings. But that isn't my fault now is it?

This is just. Peak Looney Tunes shenanigans. I'm surprised he didn't leave a cartoony indent of his limbs outstretched in the wall. The "humiliating yelp" adds ambiance to the whole scene. 8/10

and another one! honestly this is more impressive on Milligan's part (truly he is insane) and once again, I'm gonna give Crawlings some pity points because who expects their opponent to straight-up grab the electrified wires? The image of his eyebrow all bristly and shocked is very comical and undignified though. 5/10

Back to dear Garrotte. once again painfully average. I desperately need to know if Milligan actually hit him over the head with a ukulele. 2/10

Sharpe coming in strong with possibly the most embarrassing knockout yet. It wasn't enough to be taken down by a boomerang, of all things. He's gotta do these popping-up-and-down shenanigans before a twelve-year-old finally tricks him into knocking himself out with his own handkerchief. I imagine he looks like one of those inflatable dancing tube man things outside the car wash just flopping back and forth. 9/10

When I tell you I literally cheer ever time I read this part. It's what he deserves. "But, honestly, would you fare any better against a bird of prey, Milk?" yes. absolutely. Madge would sense my cool and swag vibes and would not attack me. McCracken simply did not pass the vibe check. SAD. 8/10

Y'know I wish this part wasn't phrased so comically because I burst out laughing ever time I read it even though it's such a tense and upsetting moment. This is SO embarrassing for McCracken though. Imagine at long last winning a tumultuous rooftop battle and it looks like things are FINALLY starting to go your way. only for your opponent to fling himself off a four story building directly on top of you and break all your bones. oof. there's no coming back from that one chief. once again he gets pity points because Milligan is absolutely insane and no one could have seen that coming. 8/10

And, for the grand finale, a guest appearance from Hertz! I would say we're switching things up with a little vehicular manslaughter here, but it isn't Number Two's fault that Hertz ran into her fake ambulance, now is it? It was quite a Choice for him to think he could win a fight against two vehicles, let alone vehicles driven by Rhonda Kazembe and Number Two. "He was terribly annoyed" yea I bet he was. Hertz darling what were you thinking. 6/10

part 2 here!

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OK ok ok ok I'm TRYING to remain calm over the puppy (lol not working)

It can me a prompt idea. I don't know if you're taking on requests still.....

Bradley's childhood dog that Mav had kept over the years passes away a couple of months after the mission and him and Mav making up so B did get some time with him. (Yeah the dog was a very good healthy boy that lived to about 20😅) And then I'm thinking maybe Hangster vibes, Jake buys him this puppy to cheer him up 😭😭🥰🥰

Quick little one while I work on the Slider fic from March (I know, I'm crying about it too, I am in the process of getting some shit sorted and I kept getting writer's block)

Funny story, my childhood dog was a mutt and he actually lived until he was seventeen. He survived being lost in Melbourne, a fight with a bulldog (which he actually won?) and being run over by a tractor. His name was Jack and I miss him sm but now I have Boss who is the biggest shithead ever (see: video of him yowling and then getting zoomies)

Brisket is... potentially the cutest puppy I've ever seen (I'm only saying that because I didn't know my dog until he was 6 months old lmao, I may continue to be biased) and I feel like he matches the shithead energy (affectionate) Glen has deep down... anyway! On to the fic!

CW: the passing of a beloved pet

-

"Holy shit, Jet's still here?!"

Bradley dumped his duffel bag on the floor and barrelled over to the dog asleep on Maverick's kitchen floor, gently kneeling and extending his hand first just in case the dog didn't recognise him. Instead of getting a growl or maybe even a head lift, the dog lazily thumped his tail and stretched out.

"Jet is nearly sixteen, his hearing is pretty much gone and before I left he walked into my leg."

Maverick's own luggage hit the floor and he made his way over, pressing a kiss to Rooster's hair and then heading for the kitchen. Jet's ears pricked up and he was gone in seconds, trotting off to follow Maverick in hopes of some kitchen scraps. Rooster trailed after him, taking a seat at the island and accepting the cheese sandwich passed to him. He pretended not to see the spare piece "dropped" to the floor where Jet was sitting at his godfather's feet.

"I didn't think he was still alive," Bradley murmured between bites of sandwich. Maverick hummed, reaching down to give the older dog a pat.

"Well, I'd say he knew you'd come home when you were ready, and he wanted to see that."

Maverick then glanced up at Rooster, and rounded the corner to hug him.

"Glad you're home, kid," he murmured.

"Thanks for letting me back in, Mav."

-

As per usual, Jake was wearing his usual shit-eating grin when Bradley got home, sitting on their couch with a book, the football on in the background and a beer in his lap. Peak Seresin behaviour.

"Hey, baby. How was Mav?"

"Uh, good, my dog from right before I left is still alive."

"Jet?"

Jake tossed the book to the coffee table, carefully putting his beer down to extend his arms to his boyfriend. They kissed and then Bradley flopped down beside him, taking the beer for himself.

"Yeah, did I ever tell you the story of Jet?"

"Getting childhood stories from you is like pulling teeth, Roos," Jake replied. That got him a glare, followed by an eye roll and then Bradley leaned into his side.

"So, my mom, she died when I was fifteen, right? And I wasn't coping all that hot. Mav was getting called away on deployments because he can't follow the rules and I think he worried that me staying with Ice all the time was displacing... so one night he comes home after work with this puppy. It pissed everywhere and I'm pretty sure he chewed at least three pairs of Mav's boots, but Jet was what I needed when talking to people or even thinking of going to a therapist would be enough to send me into a panic attack."

"I didn't know you were that anxious," Jake murmured, reaching over to push his fingers through Bradley's curls.

"I'm not; it was the grief and I was constantly moving between Mav's, Ice's, even Penny's, once, when Mav and Ice were in the shit together."

"I can't even imagine- wait... the Ice? As in Iceman?"

"Yes, Jake. Keep up, babe."

-

Sitting in Maverick's kitchen, there was silence. Jake, Bradley and Maverick were all in various positions, but Jake had a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder and Maverick was waiting for what he was thinking was going to be another fight.

"Was it quick?" Bradley asked quietly. Maverick nodded, eyes on the floor. Despite knowing he wasn't in trouble, the worst feeling in the world was Bradley being upset with him and Bradley was giving off those vibes.

"He went in his sleep, the vet said. It was age, he wasn't in pain."

"I need him," Bradley murmured. Jake rubbed between his shoulders, sighing as he turned to Maverick.

"Have you already buried him?"

"I was waiting for you two to get here."

Jet was gone. After sixteen years, he was gone. Bradley was staring at the island counter, brows furrowed, and he finally glanced up at Mav.

"Let's just do it now, what's another one to bury?"

"Roo-"

"-Bradley-"

He held up a hand, effectively stopping his boyfriend and godfather.

"No, let's just do it."

-

It had been a couple of months, and whilst he'd given Bradley some time to grieve, Jake was getting the itch to get him a little surprise... no, not the sexy surprise, hEY- get your head out of the gutter! Before Bradley found out Jet was still alive they'd been talking about getting a pet once they'd moved in together properly. Jake had been more or less living at Bradley's for almost a year, so when his lease came up for renewal he didn't hesitate to cancel it at Bradley's insistence that he move in for real. Jake was surprised at how much Jet's passing had affected his boyfriend, but he understood the underhanded grieving of his mother all over again that was associated with the pet. He didn't want to overstep, but- well. It just so happened a local shelter was having an adoption drive over the weekend while Bradley went to an event with Maverick for TOPGUN. Perfect timing, if you ask him.

"B, you home?"

"Here."

Bradley waved from the desk in the living area, huffing at the computer in front of him. He was working through some documents by the look on his face, and Jake cleared his throat as he knelt on the ground to put the item in his arms down.

"I, uh, went to the store."

"What, did you forget cheese again? You know how I feel about cheese."

"Yeah, I also know how your stomach feels about cheese. Admit you're lactose intolerant already."

Bradley closed the laptop and wheeled around before Jake was even slightly ready and immediately his eyebrows shot up.

"The store, huh?"

"I never said which store," Jake grinned. He glanced up at Bradley, sending him a cautious smile.

"This little guy doesn't have a name, and he's not to replace Jet, but I felt like the house had been a little too quiet lately- oof! Oh, okay, this is nice. Hey, can you hug the puppy too? I think he'd like that."

Bradley pulled away from Jake's shoulder to give him a kiss, and then knelt by the tiny puppy yapping at their feet.

"Hey, hey, shhhhhh..."

The dog darted around his feet before Bradley carefully caught him and lifted him to his chest, grimacing at the wet licks on his neck.

"The first time Mav ever picked up Jet, the dog pissed all down his shirt," he murmured, laughing to himself. Jake snorted, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Do you want to give him a name?"

"What do you think?"

"Well, you named Jet after your love for the air, so..."

Jake beamed.

"Oh, I think I know the perfect name."

-

"Oh my god, look at you! Hi Roo- gimme the puppy, holy shit!"

Phoenix darted around Rooster's offer of a hug when he opened the door, taking the puppy from his arms and giving kisses to his nose. The puppy yapped and his tail was wagging a million miles an hour at the excitement.

"B! Is that the dog again?"

Jake came down the stairs, rounding the corner to look for the puppy.

"Hey, Tooster! C'mere, dude!"

The puppy barker from Phoenix's arms. She couldn't help the way she gaped between her best friend and Hangman, before she smirked.

"Jake, you didn't."

"I did, but I'd like some clarification on what exactly I did."

"Rooster and Tooster?"

"He goes by Toaster a majority of the time, he burns energy and farts all the damn time so the house is full of hot air."

Phoenix stifled a snort, and then buried her face into the puppy's fur to stop laughing. Jake and Bradley exchanged a look, and then Bradley smacked his ass on his way to the kitchen.

"He loves cheese, and naps, and doing zoomies around Jake's feet in the kitchen."

"Ha, Roos, he's you."

"I'm not allowed to discuss the resemblance, I get sex-iled," Jake grumbled.

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#Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun Maverick #TGM #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Bradley Bradshaw #Rooster #Callsign: Rooster #Pete Maverick Mitchell #Pete Mitchell #Maverick #Callsign: Maverick #Jake Hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin #Hangman #Callsign: Hangman #Natasha Phoenix Trace #Natasha Trace #Phoenix #Callsign: Phoenix #CW: mention of animal death #tw: mention of animal death

[terriyakiblack]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! 🧡🧡

boy you know what DOESN’T make me happy? Coming home to a dead PC. Shit on a stick that was a pain in the ass to fix. augh my poor fingiesss

1) So funnily enough, I can list problem solving / working on my PC as one thing. I was furious when I got home, it’s been a day, but holy shit it was a good feeling to get that new power box in and see it finally start up. Chef’s kiss.

2) Making stuff. Not necessarily being artistic, depending on how you look at it, but I’ve been working on a video project for a while now, almost done with it, and it just… feels good to make something. No real details ‘cause I like to keep certain personalities a little separate, but watching that timeline in my video editor go from nothing but a green bar of script I recorded to tons of cut and spliced footage just feels real good way deep inside, like around your pancreas or something, y’know?

3) I could just say Sea of Thieves and leave it at that but I’ll do you one better: sitting down with a Pepsi and snack, getting online — be it planned or not — grabbing the guys and going out on the seas is a fuckin vibe. It’s just nice, but if you add onto that some successful hunting or going out and coming back with a new story to tell, there’s nothing like it. I wouldn’t trade my mates for anything because they’re everything to me.

4) I’m absolutely awful about music and listen to damn near anything and it depends on how I’m feeling that particular day, but when I read my own mood right, find the right music and it sounds good, it hits right it is a damned good time.

5) I feel like I’m cheating a little bit here by saying this after already listing ‘making stuff’ but the Do You Think Sharks Have Feelings? project is deeply important to me. I note my official start time of it as September of 2020, but I know I had some brainstorming going on in the months leading up to that, but that means it’s been at my side through some pretty rough shit. By early April of 2021 I had written about five parts to it, IIRC, or it was four and then I split one part. I manged to write what I felt was an impressive amount of material then, and I kept going. Slowly, very slowly, but surely. Actually, it was a pitiful amount I got done over the next year, but I had the ideas in my head. When I was finally diagnosed with stuff and given medication, my ability to write took the fuck off. … things… in the house settled as well as I realistically should have hoped for, but it became bearable. Every first draft written, edited, and marked complete gave me a feeling like no other. Writing this dumb thing puts me in a great mood, even when I’ve taken a small break. Ever since April of 2022, I’ve been writing constantly. An annoying amount, even, sometimes, writing as we sail between islands or wanting to work on it instead of playing something, stuff like that. But the point is that no matter if I’m stumped on the part I’m working on or if I’m blitzing down an entire chapter in one day (done that twice now oops), I love this stupid thing.

#declawedwildcat #ask box games #terri rambles

[joshleyson]

JULY DUMP PT. 1 // Last July for me was a hectic, whirlwind kind of a month but in a good and a very refreshing way. I was fortunate enough to take paid time off for 3 weeks (imagine that!) to basically reconnect with my good old friends all the way in Zamboanga and also be able to do what I always love doing which is going to the beach trips and eat my heart out. Though I have to endure six flights in those three weeks going back and forth to Zamboanga - Boracay - Bohol and flying back to Manila in between, I feel like those days were like the longest days of my life.

I flew to Zamboanga and spent 3 days there attending a close friend’s wedding as one of the groom’s men and I’m so happy that I get to have a staycation with them. Keyword: Low maintenance friendships! My heart is full as we share our peaks and valleys and hear their stories in the eight years that we’ve never seen each other after we graduated college. It reminds me how important it is to surround yourself with the right people, especially in one of those crucial moments in your life that somehow plays a big factor that determines your destiny and the career that you want to achieve. Also, seeing my friend tie the knot reminds me how 8 years can sometimes feel like a snap of a finger.

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I went back to Manila just to unpack some of my things and flew right away back to Boracay. Going to the island in July is a hit or miss. Since it’s a rainy season, there’s a possibility that the weather could just ruin everything. But just like before when I also went to the island in the same month, I am so lucky that the sun was up and burning like a thousand fires that evoked an extended summer vibe. The blue waves, white sand and lush coconut trees never get old for me. I must say a legit chill place no matter how much some people would tag the island as somewhat overrated. I don’t care. LOL. This is like my 5th time on this island but I would say this one is quite special. I get to stay longer which is almost a week and I booked a 4-star hotel all for myself. A total self-care spree where I never really thought about work or anything from Manila but just me enjoying the beach and the scenery while also rereading a book called “The Power of Now” by Eckhart Tolle which you may want to explore especially when you’re traveling like being stuck in an airport for example. Though the book has concepts and insights that I find myself to be resisting on, somehow it was a great companion guide in my trips as it talks about living in the now and being present more than ever.

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(Obligatory jump shot in Bohol’s man-made forest. I thought this was a park! But this is actually a public highway with highspeed vans and busses so take a pic at your own risk ⚠️ )

After a week in Boracay, I flew back to Manila to work for like 3 days and went straight to Bohol and also stayed there for a week in a very peaceful villa near Alona Beach in Panglao. Such a famous tourist destination but I have actually never been there before. But I’m gonna save my Bohol adventure in the next blog posts soon as I’m a bit of a slow burner and a slacker at the same time in terms of blogging things. This blog post was just made out of necessity as I have free time today. I still have a regular job that I need to attend to finance and to be able to do this again in the future! Come on! LOL I don’t have that much expectation when I went there as I was still in Boracay high with my already sunburnt skin but I enjoyed the trip so much. Seeing Chocolate hills and being able to drive an ATV around there was so much fun aside from frying my skin even more with their beautiful, blue-watered beaches. Definitely balik balik sa Bohol as what locals always say.

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I documented this 3-week adventure in a Kodak film camera and I’m very excited as well how they will turn out. I never felt so refreshed after wandering to these places and just being able to disconnect from the busy life in the Metro. It was truly another humbling experience and makes me want to work hard, even more, to be able to do this again! :) Oop. I think I wrote too much for what was supposed to be a quick proof of life update. I definitely don’t have time and the energy to proofread this so apologies for my incoherent relay of stream of consciousness. What you have just read is just me being grateful in summary. *Queue star-crossed album by Kacey Musgraves*

Sunburnt but still wearing my SPF 30s every day,

J. 

(Photos of cute and friendly local cats. Today is International Cats Day! 🐱 On the left is Colby from a local hostel bar in Boracay and on the right from Virgin Island in Bohol)

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#Journals #Travels #Boracay Island #Zamboanga #Beach #Photography #Life Update

[crehador]

and so summer 2023 begins with ayaka: a story of bonds and wounds, an esoteric blend of action and fantasy which possesses all the gravitas one might expect from its melancholic title

just kidding

ayaka opens with a glimpse into our mc’s past, we first see yukito and a seemingly reliable green-haired oniichan escaping from what appears to be a volcanic explosion

fast forward ten (or so) years and yukito is now graduating from middle school, having grown up in foster care after (allegedly) losing his (alleged) father to the aforementioned volcano. he’s been informed that he’ll be moving back to his birthplace, the islands of ayakajima, to live with an old friend of his father’s immediately after his graduation

emphasis on immediately

as soon as he walks out of his graduation ceremony, yukito is promptly accosted by a now seemingly alcoholic green-haired oniichan who proceeds to toss him in a river, put him in a bag, and get him home to ayakajima in basically the least gentlemanly way imaginable

their personalities clash in a big way, jingi (green hair) is more of a free-spirited wildcard while yukito has spent most of his life repressing his feelings and isolating himself from his peers (because like your average YA girl protag, he’s got some elemental powers that run rampant whenever he experiences a bit of emotional turbulence)

jingi also happens to be one of the three disciples of yukito’s late father, and he’s the one we spend the most time with in this first episode. we do get a glimpse of the other two at the beginning and towards the end as the credits roll—

—though so far not much is revealed about them besides their delightfully contrasting aesthetics (priest disciple vs suit “so anyway i started blasting” disciple)

the pseudo-anachronistic vibe of ayaka (magic system with a “traditional” flair in a modern day setting) is my favorite thing about it so far, though ngl i’m also a huge sucker for this kind of media that’s like a bunch of shoujo fantasy tropes in a trench coat but the protag, instead of being a purportedly powerful girl who inexplicably and inevitably turns into a damsel in distress at some point, is a boy with the personality of a wet cat

so far, ayaka is overall a show that doesn’t immediately strike me as Outstanding in any way and does imo have a few shortcomings (plot feels... let’s just say a little clumsy, but by no means outright bad)

that makes me sound completely unenthused, but i actually really enjoyed this first episode! i never need a show to be Outstanding to be fun, and the fun factor definitely seems to be present here

i picked this one up mainly for the cast (torichan i’m talking about torichan) and have cautiously high hopes for it with gora behind the wheel (love k project) but i’m not going to be completely shocked or bummed if it turns out to be just alright

oh and we have an op by angela which imo goes hard but not as hard as the one they did for k (but i’m clearly biased there lol)

anyway

tl;dr really enjoyable first episode, very pretty, cast is stacked, not wildly gripping but interesting enough to have me looking forward to the next episode

#crab watches #summer 2023 #ayaka #first impressions #i think the one word i would use to sum up my feelings after this first ep is ''typical'' #but that is not a bad thing! #i often love ''typical'' it's familiar it's soothing it's comforting