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hymn-to-mercury · 2 months
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✨🪐Astro Notes and Observations #2🪐✨
These observations are all based off my own personal experience and are mostly generic - don't take it to heart if you disagree <3
✨Since I realised how much Mars influence translates into a persons physical appearance, I’ve been looking for evidence of this in other signs and planets, and I’ve namely found it in people with a lot of Moon influence in their chart! I’ve noticed they tend to have big, round features - especially in the face, think big, round eyes. Elsewhere it could mean a round body shape or big belly, even a decent bunda or pair of boobs tbh 😂 but that’s not a total given. There’s just something about them that’s quite… smoooooooooth, and soft looking.
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(Zawe Ashton, Princess Diana, and Lana Del Rey are all Cancers!)
✨I find Taurus placements NOTORIOUS for giving unsolicited advice - what sucks most though is that 99% of the time it’s usually quite helpful so it’s hard to complain 😭
✨I know Aquarius’ are often seen as the activists of the zodiac, but in my experience a lot of them aren’t really all about that life. They might be quite forward thinkers, but they don’t usually care to argue - they’re not going to try and convince you about their opinion if they don’t think you’ll actually listen. They are probably willing to have a civil conversation, they’re GREAT conversationalists, but as soon as there’s any heat? They’re out. 
✨If you struggle to identify with your birth chart, try calculate it in Whole Signs according to traditional rulership, as opposed to Placidus with modern rulership! I switched recently, and it’s been a total game changer for me. I resonate with my house placements so much more now. 
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✨Cancer Moon and Mars get the biggest ick from rudeness; the quickest way to get on these guys bad side is by being ill mannered. They are ALLL about good manners.
✨Scorpio and Leo in a chart together makes for the least mysterious scorpios ever LMAO just all the angst and non of the mystery - plus they reallyyyyy like to bask in their own misery, and trust, you will hear about it. 
✨Taurus stellium are always putting other people’s needs before their own, truly the mother of the friend group. 
✨Cancer and 4th house placements as the homebody nurturing mother archetype is suchhhh a lazy and reductive take - just because someones got cancer placements doesn’t automatically mean they want to be a parent and launch babies out their vagine till it doesn’t work anymore. Why does no one ever point out the way that Cancers absolutely do NOT play about their parents or their siblings? Or how much Cancers take pride in their home/living space? How inseparable they are with their pets? Or that they’re just as much foodies as Taurus! Especially with sweets, anything from Haribos to pastries. Cancers are more than just breeders.
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girlstalksos · 6 months
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pairing; ashton irwin x reader
word count; 1,151
summary; ashton asks reader to be in the older music video with him.
a/n; unfortunately as multi-talented as i am i have yet to be in a music video. so if there’s any inaccuracies, please let it slide.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” You looked up at your boyfriend, Ashton.
His band, 5SOS had been planning out the music video for one of their new songs, Older. Since the two of you had been dating for a long time, he had insisted you were in it with him.
You were honored that he had asked but you couldn’t shake the other feelings that had come with it. Being in a music video for a love song that his band had written that would be up on the internet forever was… terrifying.
You never doubted your love for Ashton nor his for you. But you knew it was a big step, and the fear of something happening was bigger.
“Of course, It would be, I would’ve never asked if it wasn’t.” Ashton’s hands found yours as he spoke. “Sierra’s in the video too, it’s not just you.”
“That’s different though, Sierra is on the song.” You sighed before Ashton placed a finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“It’s only a few scenes, love, if it wasn’t you, it would be a random girl and I would much rather it was you. But if you truly don’t want to I won’t be upset with you.” His voice was soft as he spoke, hazel eyes meeting yours.
“You’re sure everyone else is okay with it?” He smiled at your words.
“I wouldn’t have asked if they weren’t, is that a yes?” You nodded in response, laughing when he squeezed you tightly.
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You had been on the sets of their music videos before but you never realized how chaotic it truly was. Everyone had somewhere they needed to be 5 minutes ago.
You had been rushed to hair and makeup as soon as they had finished with the guys. Ashton pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before he had his own scenes to do, earning a scolding from the woman doing your makeup.
You were thankful that you and Sierra had the same call time. Having a familiar face helped ease some of the nerves that you’d had since the day Ashton asked you to be in the video.
The two of you chatted as the cosmetic team worked. Once the both of you were finished you found somewhere on the set to wait for Ashton and Luke to wrap up.
“I really don’t know how you guys do this all the time. It’s like I can feel the stress in the air.” Sierra couldn’t help but laugh before she replied.
“I think you’re feeling your own stress. It’s overwhelming at first but it’s not always that bad.” She squeezes your hand before continuing “You’re gonna do great.”
You smiled at her, whether you truly believed her was a different story but it was nice to hear regardless.
Before you could say anything else, someone from the set grabbed you to go over the choreography for your scene with Ashton.
When he spotted you he was quick to wrap an arm around your waist, bringing you close.
The choreographer approached you two, asking if you had been practicing. Which Ashton almost has to laugh at because you made him practice so much.
He had insisted neither of you needed that much practice because he made a point to slow dance with you as much as he could. Regardless, he indulged you, he could never really say no when it came to you.
When the choreographer asked to see the two of you dance, you suddenly felt uncomfortable. Ashton, intuitive as ever, knew something was off. He brought you close, as called for at the start of the choreography.
“Just breathe, I know you’re nervous but it’s just me and you okay? I’ve got you.” He spoke quietly, his words intended just for you.
You felt yourself relax slightly, his voice giving you comfort. You took a deep breath as the choreographer counted you in, and the first few steps were… stiff at best.
As the two of you went on you felt yourself loosen up. With your eyes focused on Ashton, everything else melted away.
For a moment you forgot how many people were in the room, who may or may not have been watching you, and you remember it’s just Ashton.
A smile graced your boyfriend’s face as he saw how much more comfortable and confident you were.
As the two of you finished the dance you looked over to see the choreographer smiling, clearly pleased with your performance.
She gave out some minor corrections to both of you but overall you were ready for filming. Someone from wardrobe had come over to quickly get you dressed for the video.
Once you were dressed in the green outfit they had chosen for you, you headed back over to the set. When Ashton saw you his eyes lit up.
“You look perfect.”
“You look pretty okay yourself.”
The director approached you to discuss some of the things for the scene. They showed you where the floor was marked, indicating you should stand there. A few things were adjusted before they decided everything was ready.
As the director called for everyone to be quiet on the set, Ashton placed one hand on your waist and the other on your back. Your hands found his shoulders, a small smile appearing on his face as it happened.
The choreographer counted you in as the two of you started dancing. Ashton’s eyes stayed trained on yours the whole time, offering assurance.
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you when he twirled you the first time. It was suddenly like the nerves you felt earlier were silly.
You had danced with Ashton hundreds of times, you knew every move he was going to make before he made it.
As the two of you finished up the dance, he pressed his nose to yours showing his affection for you. It was an improvised move but you smiled at him nonetheless.
They had asked you to do a few more takes. Since small pieces of the dance were going to be taken and montaged they wanted to make sure they had enough footage.
After a little while longer of filming, they let you two go. You and Ashton split for a few minutes, getting dressed and gathering your things before saying goodbye to everyone else and leaving.
Ashton took his hand in yours as you walked to the parking lot.
“You did great baby, I’m proud of you.” Ashton spoke, breaking the comfortable silence the two of you were walking in.
“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I’m excited to see how it turns out.” You smiled at him.
Once you reached the car he stopped you, pulling you in by your hips.
“I’m ready glad you did this with me, I love you.”
“I love you too, Ash.”
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deadricslover · 4 months
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Sweet nothings
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a/n: Don't even know how I came up with this one tbh but I'm depressed because tour is over so I've been thinking about the guys too much.
summary: After a long day, you finally get home and spend some time with your partner and your sleep app comes in handy the next morning.
warnings: None :)
pairings: Ashton Irwin x fem!reader
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Your ears got used to the car horns blaring and engines rumbling as you sat in traffic waiting impatiently to get home after a day that has-- for lack of better words, exhausted you. Those familiar sounds were soon interrupted by a sound that clashed with the cars and their horns. Your phone. You pick it up and glance at it quickly even though you are stuck in traffic that's not moving. You answer it and put it on speaker, dropping it onto your lap
"Hey, Ash" you say into the speaker
"Hey, you. Where are you?" he asks clearly wondering where you are as you should have been home almost an hour ago.
"Stuck in traffic." You sigh simply wanting to go home, see your partner, eat dinner whilst watching TV and go to sleep.
"Ah, I should have come to get you" he replies hearing your tone.
"That wouldn't have gotten me home any faster" you giggle
"I could have been there to keep you company at least. I've been home all day by myself" He hates being alone for too long, you knew this but needed to leave nevertheless.
"Would've could've should've" You reply not even thinking up of another answer for him.
You hear him let out a little laugh before informing you "You sound like a dad"
"Thanks, Ashton" You reply sarcastically. "I should be home in about half an hour" you let him know
"Perfect. I made dinner. I don't want it to get cold" he replies
"Ooh, what did you make?" you ask genuinely curious but also wanting to keep talking to him and not hang up
"You'll see when you get home." he tells in a sneaky tone.
"Ahh, I see" you understand "how was your day?"
"nothing out of the ordinary. Just played around with some songs for a while"
"anything good?"
"I'll ask the guys and see what they think. I'm not sure how I feel about them" he replies honestly
"they're better than you think. don't worry" you support
He thanks you and you wrap up the conversation with him nearing twenty minutes later as you were close to home. You lock your car and open the front door to your home dropping your keys inside the front door. Ashton comes around the corner when he heard the door open to greet you with that perfect, contagious smile that could brighten the gloomiest of days. You're greeted by the comforting scent of dinner wafting through the air. The soft glow of fairy lights adorned their living room, creating a warm ambiance-- one that you needed at this moment.
"you're home" he says, wrapping you in a tight embrace. The stress of the day seemed to melt away in that moment. His comfort was all you ever needed in life, his warm energy and personality.
"What's all this?" you ask, a curious smile forming on your face as you notice the carefully set table and the delicious aroma of your favorite meal.
"Just a little surprise for my hardworking girl" Ashton replied pulling away from you slightly to catch your reaction, his eyes sparkling with affection.
"Do you want to change first?" He questions letting go of you but still holding your hand in his lightly as if you were a delicate piece of art-- which to him, you were. You nod softly before leaving and changing into something a little more comfy. You take your hair down as you make your way back into the kitchen and see him dishing up two plates.
"no peeking" he says without even turning around to you, knowing you all too well. you smile and roll your eyes as if he would see and left the kitchen. he quicky follows you and being the gentleman he is, pulls out a chair for you before pushing you back in and hurrying off to get the plates.
Throughout dinner, Ashton couldn't help but constantly steal glances at you, when you weren't looking, in awe at the way your eyes lit up when you spoke your part of the conversation. As the evening went on, the atmosphere shifted to one of tranquility, the pair enjoying each other's company in the soft glow of the living room, catching up on some tv that you had missed the night before, before making your way to bed to wrap up the perfect night.
As you were exhausted from the long day you had, you slept almost instantly after finishing your night routine and got cozy in bed whilst Ashton brushed his teeth. He saw you wrapped up in the duvet all snuggled up and couldn't help but smile at you. Something about tonight was just so lovingly domestic that neither of you could help stealing glances at eachother and smiling to yourselves.
he turns off the lights and gets into bed next to you cuddling up. He couldn't help but admire you even more as the moonlight hit your sleeping face. He plants a kiss into your head and nuzzles his nose and face into you sweetly.
"I love you" he whispers. "so so much"
"I don't want to wake you, but I needed to say it" he adds
He whispers sweet nothings to you for a little while before eventually drifting to sleep.
The next morning you woke up without Ashton by your side. He had mentioned that he wouldn't be there and he would be at the studio with the guys when you woke up. You grabbed your phone as you sat down to eat breakfast and saw notifications from different apps. your sleep tracking app popped up and indicated that you had been sleep talking. Curiously you click into the app and press play on the audio and Ashton's voice reaches your ears. You hear all of the sweet nothings that he whispered to you when you were sleeping and couldn't help the formation of butterflies in your stomach. You decided to ask him about it when he came home later on that day. You got ready for work and left for the day.
Differently to yesterday, Ashton got you from work on the way home from being at the studio.
"Hey, Ash" you greet him, getting into the car.
"hi, my love" he replies placing a kiss to your face when you settle in.
after asking eachother about your days you decide to ask him about the sleep app.
"can I ask you something?" you question
"anything" he replies
you didn't know exactly how to go about it, but wanted to know that you knew so you decided to just play the audio for him. he glances over you slightly confused until he realizes what's going on. He goes red and looks away embarrassed about what's happening. he doesn't regret it, but wishes your stupid sleep app hadn't caught it.
"turn it off" he laughs gently pushing the phone out of your hands.
"you're so sweet" you tell him, placing your hand on his that's on the gearstick showing him there's nothing to be ashamed about.
"shut up" he shushes you, still smiling as he puts his hand on your thigh momentarily.
You finish the day exactly the same as the previous day, but Ashton makes sure to block the permissions from your sleep app so that it doesn't catch anything else. He isn't upset that you heard, and to be honest, he's not all that embarrassed, because he says this stuff to you all the time but it's just the fact that you caught him. He wouldn't change that you heard it though.
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thursday’s for the boys.
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masterlist. | capture the moment collection. | want to be added to my taglist?
warnings: dad!Calum. some naughty comments, but mostly just fluffiest of fluffy fluff.
word count: 1103
author’s note: just a quick dad!Calum blurb because I saw this pictures and I just had to.  ❤️
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“I really hate leaving you two like this, but I–”
“But you have a job and you’re needed in the office. Don’t worry, I get it,” Calum smiled at you, fingers lightly running through your hair before cupping your cheek. “You just told me for the tenth time or so.”
“I’m not used to this,” you confessed with a sigh, resting your forehead against his collarbone and Cal wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the top of your head. “I like pre-planned meetings and appointments so I know how to schedule our time so it doesn’t ruin your plans, and–”
“You’re spiralling,” Calum stated shortly, making you stop your rambling. “Don’t worry about us. I told the guys I’m needed here, and Ashton wanted to come over ASAP.”
“He just wants to steal Kai for himself,” you scoffed, a smile already pulling at your lips.
“He thinks babies are soft and cute.”
“Well, he should try and make his own,” you pursed your lips, making Cal lean down to kiss you shortly.
“Nah, too much responsibility,” he chuckled, both of you having a laugh over your friend.
A delightful babble rang through the air, at which you and Cal turned to look at your son sitting on the floor, tiny hands petting Duke’s head, the dog giving Calum a not-so-happy look and demanding him with a tiny woof sound to please get him out of this situation, preferably right now.
“You’re so dramatic,” Cal chuckled at the dog before bending down to pick the little boy up, holding him in his arms. “Come on, Bubba, Duke’s grumpy. But Dada is here to stay with you today.”
“Momma?” Kai looked between you and Calum, brown eyes big and curious, and more than anything you wanted to stay home and be with them.
“Momma needs to go to work,” you stepped closer to them, softly caressing his chubby cheek. “But I’m coming home as soon as I can, and until then Dada will keep you entertained. And maybe Uncle Ash will stop by too.”
“Be careful what you say,” your boyfriend mumbled with a stifled laugh, adjusting Kai in his arms and leaning close to press his lips against the top of his head. “Say bye to Mommy?”
“Bye,” he waved his hand at you, still a little unsure as he was only just starting to learn the words and their meanings, slowly understanding the actions they paired with.
“Kiss Kai?” you offered your cheek to your son who quickly leaned over and pressed his lips against it, giving you a big wet kiss. “Thank you, baby!”
“Kiss Kai,” he repeated your words, something he recently learned, while sucking on his thumb.
You yourself pressed a kiss on his cheek in return before turning to Calum, lips meeting and sharing a kiss. Cal curled his arm around your waist to pull you close, hand caressing your waist, trying to slip under your shirt.
“Maybe once I’m home…” you softly bit into his bottom lip, giving him a cheeky smile. “Text me how the day’s going?”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine,” he promised, bumping his forehead against yours. “Dad mode: activated.”
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You’ve tried not to worry, you really did. You’ve also tried to focus on the meeting that was currently taking place, the one why you needed to ask Cal to stay at home with Kai, but everything seemed futile. Truth was that since Kai was born there were only a few days that you spent apart from your little boy, and you might have developed a slight co-dependency when it came to him. Not that anyone would have blamed you, after all, you were his Mom.
Maybe you were just anxious for some reason – you knew Calum is well capable of taking care of your son, he’s been there every step of the way since he found out you were pregnant. Maybe you were just scared you’re missing out on something; Kai was growing up so fast, already learning words and you wanted to hear every new one from him. It was perfectly normal wanting to experience all these new milestones together with Cal – they were far more important than whatever your co-worker was rambling about.
You’ve tried, you really did, but in the end you needed to pick up your phone, and hid it in your lap as you sent a quick message to Calum, wanting to know what they were doing, and if Ashton really did show up to spend some time with his godson.
Y/N: Hey, how’s everything going?
A few minutes passed before your phone buzzed in your hand, a new text message popping up on your screen.
Calum: all good in the Hood 👌
Y/N: CALUM!!!
Calum: sorry I had to
A series of laughing emojis followed, and you needed to roll your eyes at your boyfriend. He was definitely in one of his cheeky moods, it was clear from the morning as well, but that didn’t mean your nerves were soothed. You needed proof that both him and Kai were doing okay without you, even though your conscience told you not to worry about them.
Y/N: But are you sure you’re okay?
Calum: Couldnt be better
A second later a picture appeared on your screen, and it took everything in you not to start tearing up while looking at it. Calum was lying in your shared bed, his phone pointed at the mirror to take a picture of him and Kai. Kai, who was peacefully sleeping, cuddled against his Dad’s back, chubby cheek resting against Calum’s broad shoulder. There was so much love and calmness radiating from the picture that suddenly you felt silly for worrying this much about them.
Calum: Cant move. Might stay here forever
Y/N: He also knows that Daddy is the best kind of pillow ❤️
Calum: we miss Mommy though. Hurry up and come home to us ❤️
Y/N: Gonna cozy up to you soon! Save a spot for me?
Calum: bet your sweet ass I will 😘
You sent him back a kissy face emoji as well, saving the picture of your boys and setting it as your new wallpaper. You also made a promise to yourself to ask Calum to have some more father-son days with Kai – it was definitely the best part of your day when he ended up sending you the cutest pictures of the two of them on their many different adventures.
And if you got to tag along to their Thursdays which soon were reserved for the two of them, well, that was definitely the best kind of bonus.
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masterqwertster · 3 months
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Okay, last little list here:
Bells Hells Legendary Pokémon
I already gave everyone a minimum of one Legendary in the original team post, so here's the list of all the Legendaries I think fit each member of Bells Hells (the Legendaries from the set teams will be included)
Chetney
Zacian- look, it's a wolf that's set to shank a bitch. Tell me that doesn't vibe with Chetney
Zeraora (Shiny)- kind of were-beast in shape. Shiny to match Chetney's own white fur
Kubfu/Urshifu (Single Strike Style)- more were-fuzzies for Chet. Single Strike Style because Chetney's the type to one-and-done it if he can
Okidogi- werewolf-ish Pokémon for Chet!
Orym
Shaymin- more friendly flowers for Orym, and the Sky Form is a little fighter like him
Virizion- grass blade Pokémon who protects others
Keldeo (Resolute form, Shiny)- it's a little sword guy (pony) like Orym. And shiny makes it green and Resolute Form because Orym knows what he wants
Kartana- a little blade guy for a little swordsman
Zacian- noble sword Pokémon for a noble little swordsman
Zamazenta- noble shield Pokémon for a protective little guy with a treasured shield
Fearne
Moltres- a burning phoenix Pokémon that Fearne worries will take on the Galarian Form that her Bad Future Self had
Entei- fluffy fire dog Pokémon
Celebi- little onion fairy and that travels through time for a fey that lived in wonky time
Cresselia- Fearne is lightly Ruidusborn and this is a gentler moon Pokémon
Reshiram- fiery semi-wolf Pokémon for our fire faun
Xerneas- it's a Fairy-type, deer are kind of close to goats, and Xerneas has a minor moon motif
Zarude- grass monkey for the druid with a monkey
Munkidori- another monkey to mother for Fearne
Imogen
Spectrier- Legendary horse that comes in Imogen's two colors: purple and red
Raikou- it's a thunderstorm Pokémon for a gal who claims she is the storm
Deoxys- an alien Pokémon for a girl connected to alien moon people
Cresselia (Shiny)- Imogen gets moon Pokémon. Shiny for purple coloration
Thundurus (Shiny)- another lightning Pokémon for our electric sorceress. Shiny for purple coloration
Keldeo (Ordinary Form)- little unicorn for the horse girl
Lunala (Shiny)- literal red moon Pokémon when shiny
Regieleki- more eletrical Pokémon for Imogen
Glastrier- another horse Pokémon for the horse girl
Laudna
Marshadow- it's shadow theme matches Laudna's Shadow Sorcerery. And Laudna does spend time trying to copy the Ladies of Whitestone…
Giratina- considering Delilah took her soul to a reverse/shadow realm, and that's the kind of place Giratina is from, it seems a good fit
Darkrai- a nightmare Pokémon for a woman who loves nightmares
Yveltal- a Pokémon that absorbs life essences, much like Hunger of the Shadows does the same for Laudna and Delilah
Calyrex- because it's the Pokémon that can bring Glastrier and Spectrier under control, much like how Laudna is a great deal of Imogen's control
FCG
Magearna- a man-made clockwork Legendary for the Aeormaton
Genesect- it's ancient and modified by people to be a killing machine, just like FCG
Miraidon- robot-like Legendary for the robit
Ashton
Cosmog- suddenly appeared after Ashton got galaxy-brained because it's a little galaxy guy from another (higher?) dimension. It's Ashton's innocent baby who doesn't know how to stay in the damn pokéball and not reveal his soft side
Regigigas- this is the big titan Pokémon, hauling continents and shit. Not to mention that the Slow Start ability reflects how Ashton had a titan shard for twenty years before they really got it to do anything spectacular
Regirock- if Ashton gets one Regi, it's Regigigas for titan shit. But Regirock is definitely Earth Elemental vibes and so also goes to Ashton
Dialga- one of Ashton's dunamancy domains is time and this is a Pokémon lord of time
Palkia- one of Ashton's dunamancy domains it space and this is a Pokémon lord of space
Terrakion (Shiny)- it's tough and it doesn't like bullies, sounds pretty Ashton to me. Shiny because I think Ashton would like the pop of the shiny palette
Zygarde- Ashton is sort of split into a million pieces by the half-beacon brain, and Zygarde's 100% Form is kind of titan-ish
Diancie- another crystal and rock Pokémon. Also goes a little bit with the Empress of Earth vibes, or rather the Empress's heir
Hoopa- a Pokémon that switches between a Confined and Unbound Form, kind of like Ashton's normal and demi-titan modes. And it messes around with space like Ashton. Also, normal genasi are sometimes/often sired by elemental genies and this Pokémon is based on genies
Koraidon- ancient earth splitter for the earth titan's blood (also mirrors FCG having Miraidon)
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moar alpha reader with omega Simba!!!!!
Simba is out in the town doing.... stuff when suddenly his heat starts. it should've started later but oops and now Simba is not having a good time. he steps into some corner to be away from people but that ends up being a bad idea because some asshole shows up to try and take advantage of a "vulnerable" omega (even if Simba is built some people just can't see past the omega label tsk tsk) just as Simba is about to square up alpha reader shows up to save the day. and boy is reader scary when he's mad. a huge, strong, older alpha snarling and baring sharp fangs to scare the attacker off. once the bad guy has ran off reader goes soft and silky, gently coaxing Simba and promising not to harm him. reader helps Simba get home and while Simba rests reader takes care of the house and Ashton so that Simba can have a nice heat for once in all this time. reader cleans up, does laundry, helps Ashton with school and hobbies and makes plenty of nutritious meals for both Simba and Ashton to keep them healthy.
alpha reader is just glad to be needed and useful (alpha instinct goes bbrrrrr) he wants to be a dad and a husband again
Omega!Simba was at the superstore, buying groceries for the week for him and Ashton. He was in the produce section of the store, looking at the grapes that Ashton loves.
Just as he picked a bag of grapes and put it in his cart, about to head to the register since he had already gotten everything else, he felt a surge of heat flood his veins. His world tilted slightly at the sudden warmth, feeling the urge to go home and burrow himself in his nest.
God, his heat had come unexpectedly. It was early, two days early. But now here it was, making Simba's skin perspire with sweat as he got uncomfortably hot.
He quickly walked away from everyone else, heading towards a more secluded area, the ice cream aisle. The cold that wafted off the freezers gave him a bit of respite, cooling off his warmed skin.
"Mm, aren't you a pretty omega?" A snarky, masculine voice asked, Simba hearing footsteps approaching where he was standing. There came a view of a leering alpha, clearly thinking Simba weaker due to his omega status. "Poor thing, going through heat. How about I help you with it?"
Simba tensed at it, watching the alpha come even closer. He adjusted himself into a defensive stance, knowing the alpha would try and lunge at him to pin him down. It wasn't ideal, but Simba knew his build would help him escape.
Because being an omega didn't necessary mean that Simba couldn't defend himself. He was a soldier, and it was evident in his muscles. This alpha was in for a rude awakening if he thought Simba would be easily cowed into submission.
But just before the alpha made his move to lunge at Simba, you appeared. The raw power emanated off of you in waves, your canines showing as you bared them to the younger alpha.
"Leave him alone," you snarled at the alpha, getting in between Simba and the alpha. You gave an impressive growl. "He's not yours to touch."
The younger alpha sneered at you. "Is he your omega then?"
You were about to reply no, but Simba answered, "Yes, I am."
You were surprised at first, considering you had yet to start courting him. And Simba was sorry for just boldly claiming you as his alpha, but he didn't see another way out. There were times when even Kali had to pretend to be his alpha because other alphas didn't just accept that Simba was mateless.
You turned your head back to the alpha, giving another impressive growl. "You heard him, he's my omega. Be gone, because you won't win if you dare to challenge me." You got in his face, which effectively made the younger alpha step back.
"Keep a leash on your omega then, wouldn't want someone else claiming him while he's in heat," the younger alpha murmured but then quickly whimpered when you snarled at him for the comment. He turned on his heel and scurried away, accepting defeat.
And just like that, your rage disappeared, you turning softer and gentler as you turned to Simba. "Are you alright?" you asked him, your voice so soothing. "I won't hurt you, I promise. Let me take you back home and help you with Ashton."
Simba nodded and allowed you to pay for both of your groceries, waiting for you in your car so no other alpha felt the need to try and claim him while you paid. He apologized for boldly claiming you as his alpha, but you gently shushed him and asked if you could properly court him once his heat was over, to which he surprisingly said yes to.
Fifteen minutes later, you were inside his house, putting away the groceries while Simba went to his bedroom. You could hear him make his nest, needing to burrow in order to get through this heat.
"Uncle {Name}?" Ashton asked when you were done with the groceries, his voice soft and shy as he held the folder where his homework resided. "Will you help me with my homework, please? I'm struggling with math and Dad usually helps, but you know, he's going through his heat right now... So please?"
"Of course, Ashton," you replied, gently guiding him to the table so you can help him with his math homework. It was natural, you having years of experience with helping your own children, who were now grown, with their homework.
That was how you spent the entire week that Simba's heat lasted, helping around the house as Simba stayed in his nest. You made both of them nutritious meals, did the laundry, helped Ashton with any homework. You even played a game of soccer with Ashton to help him practice for an upcoming game.
And as the days wore on, you couldn't help but feel like this was the perfect life. You, Simba, and Ashton.
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panderp123 · 5 months
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⚠️ C3: ep77 spoilers ⚠️
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Ashton & The Shard 🔥
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So I’ve watched the stream and I’ve never left an episode with a massive headache from emotional roller coasteering.
I love Ashton as they’re coming to terms from being a nobody to being a primordial titan descendant. However that finally scene…got Matt Mercer shaking because he didn’t think Talisen would be that reckless to take in the shard. However Talisen stayed true to his character’s ways of being stubborn, smartass punk and reckless (like any good barbarian).
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Picturing Ashton crumbling and oozing magma is something I can’t unsee. However, I don’t like how Ash found a connection with Fearne. Used the softness of her newly acquired feelings for him to his advantage. Seeing Ashley play as Fearne watching yet another friend in pain, shatter then reform and then collapse. I’m glad Fearne hoofed him in the face.
That being said…Ashton is a survivor. Ashton has only had themselves to care for. Ashton didn’t have anyone to guide them between right and wrong. The Greymoore Home seems to be just as helpful as The Driftwood Asylum for Fjord.
The fact there were so many “don’t do this” “don’t push the big red button” “you’ll die if two shards are together” and to see how chaotic Ashton truly is makes me wonder what else is Talisen planning or how will Ashton react.
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It’s also important to note, it’s best to stay true to the character you’re playing. If you had a character who was a good guy but then suddenly reveal a ridiculous out of character moment. That would be odd.
Whereas Talisen stayed on track with his his punk ass genasi would react and be a smartass to play with ‘destiny’.
Kind of like “is this what you wanted fate? That what you wanted gods?! You ain’t getting Fearne! You’ve got me you sons of bitches! Let’s see how badly fate truly needs me!”
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Tbh I loved the episode and it was very in character rather than taking the literal safe path shown. It was so intense Matt Mercer was shaking and everyone was out of their seat at one point!! The fact that Matt had to improvise because he didn’t think this would happen shows that ANYTHING can happen in dnd.
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Excellent dnd and bravo for Talisen for going against the path laid out because Ashton isn’t one for fate or destiny. He’s been on his own for so long and is like “oh you’re only showing me this shit now because you need MY help?! Where were you when I was a kid lost or alone?! Or when I fell out of the fucking window?!”
Also don’t hate on a person for playing their character how they want to play their character
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utilitycaster · 1 year
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I genuinely found Laudna’s whole “I’m with you no matter what you choose” deeply unsettling and not romantic or cute at *all*. I don’t care how much you love the other person, the appropriate response to “maybe the death cult that killed you has a point” is not “let’s cuddle”, it’s a major reality check and advocating for yourself and your needs. And the fact that Laudna either didn’t find it necessary to do that or wasn’t comfortable doing that speaks volumes.
I mean same; I'm happy to take more questions but I think I've said most of what I can reasonably say here, but yeah. I mean, I distinctly remember, the first week of Campaign 3 - when I was not shipping anything - unfollowing a few people I'd followed for C2 because they were with apparently no sense of reality or irony saying "omg so soft uwu codependent" as if that were a positive trait. And like, you can go back through my archives and essentially for the first six months of the campaign I was like "eh, I don't see anything real with this ship yet, but it does have potential" and my enjoyment of the gnarlrock fight was in fact because I was like oh finally, maybe Imogen and Laudna will have a meaningful conversation! Like, I genuinely thought that would be the point where I started actively shipping it. And then it fizzled out, and now they just keep silently permitting their ever-increasing problems with each other, and like, could you guys actually say anything to each other that isn't just an empty repetition of "I love you, I'm here for you". It all feels so rote and automatic, down to the "I get her a glass of water"; like, it's not the routine of a loving couple, it's two people going through stale patterns because they'd rather be miserable together than risk being alone.
I guess the last thing I'll say here, and then like...feel free to send me stuff but if it's not a question, I may read it and appreciate it but delete it, is that while (understandably) many people who ship this and find it deeply romantic do not follow me and probably have me blocked, a handful do. I had a tag on one post I reblogged about Ashton and Laudna that was like "well obviously I love imodna because imodna but this was a good conversation!" and like...that's it, isn't it? It's Imodna because Imodna. It's a tautology. It just feels so obligatory, like you're supposed to like this because...[footage not found], and if you say "uh...why though, Laudna isn't even comfortable enough to say hey don't get buddy-buddy with the cult that murders everyone, including me," you're met with blank stares. Like, again, I've been cold on it since the gnarlrock fight went nowhere, and more interested in both Imogen and Laudna's relationships, platonic or potentially romantic, with basically everyone else in the party, since then as well; but this episode was the point where I was like "literally, can we discuss that this emperor has no clothes." And again like. The emperor still could put on clothes at some point, but hasn't happened yet.
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c-is-for-circinate · 2 years
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I never stay up for the whole ep any more, so I am so tired, but my heart is so full of love and pain and it was very worth it.
Ugh the fact that it was Laudna, who walks so close to death, who is Imogen's first and most beloved, who's dead now. That Orym and Fearne both survived (and I'm so so glad and relieved to have them back! But Laudnaaaaaaaaaa), but Laudna who was still hanging on by a thread at the end of last week who's gone now.
My heart for the misery and desperation and horrible choice of who to rez, but also for the complete lack of recrimination afterwards. It would have been so easy to bite at each other, to turn on each other, but they have been so so firm and stubborn. (And there's this pervasive awareness throughout the entire group that we're treating Imogen like a grieving widow, that Laudna was her person. Laudna belonged to the Hells in the way all the Hells belong to one another, but she was Imogen's person, and everybody there knows it, and every single soul in that group would go down on their knees on broken glass rather than utter a single syllable to suggest this is Imogen's fault. That it's anybody's fault.)
Ashton, so goddamn dead-set on fixing this. Looking for a thing to do. Ashton who spent all of last episode from the edge of stress to the edge of panic, because chaos was unleashing around him and there was nothing he could do. (And we get that backstory story NOW, after all that, the story of a small, soft-bodied child surrounded by primeval chaos and horror that tore through everybody they knew and loved, that's the story we get after last episode. But Ashton's not even thinking about their own issues right now. Just living in them. Just steeping in those issues, determined to find control, to take control, to make things right by force, to not be held helpless to the murder done by an uncaring universe.)
Fearne, Fearne who broke my goddamned heart, because Fearne is always, always, always okay! Even when her parents show up out of nowhere and her whole backstory comes crashing in, she has a smile! It's a smile of murderous frustration, but it's still a sweet little smile and an unpredictable Fearne who nobody knows what she'll do next. Fearne who is not smiling, Fearne who is on her knees, who's shocked, who's sad, who's scared. Who's panicking on her knees, "I don't know what to do, Imogen, I don't know what to do." Fearne loves Orym so, so, so much. She loves this group, collectively, even more. She loves so easily and with such genial gaiety but it goes so, so, so deep and she was so scared and over her head.
I am thinking about Orym's survivor's guilt and I am thinking about Orym wanting to be done but having more work to do and more love to give, and I am thinking about Orym stabbing the point of his sword through a man's foot and saying, "I'm the nonviolent solutions guy". Thinking about a 26 intimidation check and a very tired, very very unhappy halfling, who could definitely be a powderkeg if he wants to be.
(Orym saying, the de Rolos. Keyleth. Orym who is the only person in this group who's gotten the story of the Sun Tree on camera, the only person who could possibly have the context for just what reparations, exactly, Vox Machina might feel they owe this woman. Imogen thought Delilah Briarwood was a minor evil deity. FCG seems to vaguely think she's still ruling Whitestone. But Orym knows, as much as anyone who wasn't there. Orym's seen the Sun Tree. He's heard the stories. His father-in-law was there, the last time Delilah Briarwood died.
In conclusion:
I think I'd love to see Keyleth being the one to rez Laudna. Becaue of poetry, yes, but also because of the spell. Druids don't get Raise Dead. Druids get reincarnate.
I want to see what becomes of Laudna, when her age and species and body's history unfolds itself into a new shape. All those things she thought could never change again, even if she wanted them to. Does Delilah back off, if Laudna's new body is not undead? Does she get worse?
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Hit of Dopamine, Higher Than I've Ever Been // Ashton Irwin
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Hello friends! It's been an absolute dream getting to co-write with Cass again - it's been far too long! There's not much to intro here - as we mentioned, this series originated with us daydreaming about lighting up and getting down with our guys and for Ash, naturally, we came up with a beach bonfire rendezvous 😌
Be sure to watch @cal-puddies tomorrow for Cal's installment and then head back here on Friday for Luke. And of course, the series masterlist will update with links as they're posted.
Warnings: Boyfriend!Ash, tired!girlfriend in a bad mood that he does his best to remedy. PDA, public teasing, sex in a public place. Dirty talk, oral sex, unprotected sex in an established relationship. Weed smoking throughout.
Word Count: 6445
I Hope You Think Of Me High Series Masterlist
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“C’mon babe! I don’t wanna miss the food,” Ashton calls out, standing in the doorway of your bedroom, watching you sort through the clothes on the bed. 
You let out a frustrated sigh. “What’d you say if I asked you to just go without me?” 
He steps behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you tight against his chest. “I’d say… I know it’s been a tough week for you, but I think that’s why you should come. You need this. Stress relief!” He presses a couple soft kisses to your neck and cheek, the scratch of his beard on your skin sending a chill through your body.
“I just… I’m not in the mood to deal with people…” 
“They’re not people, they’re our people…” He spins you around to peck your lips. “What can I do to make you happy?” 
You become dead weight in his arms and Ash easily holds you up. “Leave me here,” you say dramatically. 
“Ok, outside of that,” he laughs, shaking his head at your theatrics. “I’ve already got one of my hoodies in the bag for you, if that helps.” 
You stand up again. “It doesn’t not help, I guess.” 
“Can I pick?” He asks, gesturing to the clothes behind you. 
“Sure… have at it,” you shrug, falling back on the bed. 
You stick your hand behind your head and watch him. He instinctively reaches for his favorite of your bikinis, which is also your most revealing, before reluctantly setting it aside, sensing that’s not the vibe for the group bonfire you’ve been invited to tonight. He picks up a navy blue suit with more event appropriate coverage and tosses it by you. He fishes out your favorite pair of shorts before scooping up the pile and walking towards the dresser to put it all away. He opens your top drawer, knowing that’s where you keep the t-shirts you’ve swiped from him, and tosses one of his most worn, softest rock tees onto the bed. “Thoughts?” 
You pout because he definitely prioritized your comfort and it makes you soft knowing he’s very aware of how you’re feeling. “You're sweet,” you murmur, reaching your arms out to pull him in for a kiss. 
He leans over you and slots your lips together, humming into it approvingly. When he pulls back and pushes himself upright, he pulls you up with him. “I want you to have a good time and not worry about anything, baby. So… go get changed.” He lightly spanks you to get you on your way. 
“You’re just excited to see Cal again,” you tease, grabbing the pile of clothes, narrowly escaping a second swat as you scamper into the bathroom. “It’s been what… like 6 hours since you two went grocery shopping?” 
He chuckles, ignoring your comments to call out, “I’m going to load the car!”
Ash patiently waits outside for you, pulling the passenger door open as soon as you emerge from your doorway. He slides into the driver’s seat and instantly laces your fingers together and cranks your shared playlist; the scenic drive to the beach with the top down seems to noticeably relax you. Pleased, he squeezes your hand and smiles over at you and by the time you’ve reached your destination, his dimples have relieved even more of your tension.
It’s just after dusk when you start your trek through the sand and Ashton pulls you into his side, snuggling you tightly as he allows the two of you a few more moments alone to take in the watercolor pinks and purples of the sunset. He kisses the top of your head and reluctantly pulls away when he receives a call from Calum, letting him know where the group is setting up. You’re more familiar with this particular beach than he is so you try to walk ahead to lead the way but he quickens his step to keep up with you, slipping his hand into yours and effectively letting you drag him to where you’re going.
The lifeguard towers Cal cited as a reference point are easy to spot and your friends quickly come into view. Greetings are exchanged and you note that Ash doesn’t let go of your hand until you indicate that you need to use it. Ash and Luke get the fire started while the rest of you set out the food and drinks and once that’s all taken care of, your boyfriend is immediately at your side again, hand on your back, murmuring in your ear about something Luke just told him. His attention remains focused on you while the food cooks and at first you wonder if something’s wrong with him because he’s not usually this clingy but after he asks you if you’re cold for the fourth time since your arrival, it dawns on you that he’s worried about you.
“I’m having a nice time,” you mention to him as you stand at the picnic table preparing your hamburger buns. 
The way he searches your face indicates he doesn’t quite believe you but he still brightly responds, “Me too, baby. Glad you were able to come.” He squeezes your hip and offers to carry your plate back to your seat for you. 
Michael and Luke make a great team together manning the grill and everyone is stunned to discover that Calum apparently makes a mean macaroni salad so dinner is a nice treat. The box of vegan ice cream sandwiches Ash picked up for dessert gets passed through the circle around the fire and when it comes his way, he of course pulls out your favorite flavor to hand to you before choosing his own and handing the box off. 
With the sun now set and the ocean breeze influencing the night air, it only takes about three bites of your ice cream for you to start visibly shivering. “Aww, love… cold?” Ashton asks again and you finally nod and pout a pitiful confirmation.
He reaches for the back of his chair where his tote bag with the hoodie he packed for you is tucked away, but with that split second movement, seeing his floral shirt pull tight against his chest, buttons opening further to reveal dark chest hair, his arm flexing behind him, the star tattoo on his bicep seeming even larger than the last time you saw it, you make the impulsive decision to move from your seat to your boyfriend’s lap. 
He chuckles at the surprise but eagerly invites you in, shifting so that he can comfortably hold you, pecking your cheek once you’re secure on his legs. “Much better,” you declare, leaning back against him to finish your snack. 
Luke finishes his dessert first and picks up the guitar he brought and starts quietly noodling away. You nuzzle into Ash's neck, closing your eyes to take in the waves and soft music; he holds you in his arms, stroking your hair, playing with the strings of your bikini top through your shirt, beaming at the fact you finally seem at peace. He'd been paying you extra attention already but having you this close now means that you’re essentially in your own little world together. If you want to say anything to him, all you have to do is turn and whisper, if he wants to check in with you, he just squeezes your knee and you respond simply by clasping your fingers around his.
You're so caught up with Ashton that the smell of weed doesn't even register until Cal's hand is suddenly between the two of you, offering a freshly lit joint. Ash takes it and puts it to his lips, turning away so smoke doesn't blow in your face. You make another impulsive choice and hook your index finger under his jaw to turn his head back to you, pressing your lips to his. He groans his surprise but understands immediately and opens his mouth against yours, transferring his smoke to you.
"Guess that answers the question I was about to ask," he jokes before taking another hit for himself and passing to his left, tapping Michael on the shoulder to retrieve it. 
You smile mischievously, replying,"You said you wanted me to relax and have a good time tonight." You tug his bottom lip between your teeth, squealing when he retaliates by letting the hand on your waist drop down to sharply pinch your ass.
The joint comes back around a few minutes later and you take it from Cal this time, pulling a long drag. You can feel Ash's gaze fixated on you and you close your eyes as you blow the smoke out, relaxing into the buzz you're getting from both the drug and his undivided attention. You slip the joint between his lips and while he takes a puff you busy yourself with the task of nipping at his jawline, the scratch of his beard tickling your skin so delightfully you can't help but react.
Your quiet giggles earn you a peck to your cheek and Ashton sliding his chilly hand under your top to rub your back. You continue your playful attack on his neck and by the time the joint comes around again, his hand has moved to rest on your stomach. You link your fingers together while Ash takes another hit to shotgun you with; he pecks your nose when he’s finished and offers the joint to Michael, who agrees with him that it’s basically done. 
Everyone bursts out laughing when within seconds of that announcement, Calum has a weed pen in hand and is walking from chair to chair offering it to his friends. Luke accepts a few more pulls but for the most part, Calum ends up sharing it with you and Ash. The three of you chat and smoke, Ash’s fingers softly playing with yours, your head tucked into his neck when it’s not your turn with the pen. You were already feeling appreciative of him but your high is making you even more aware of just how goddamn beautiful your boyfriend is. The soft curls he keeps brushing out of his face, the adorable way his cheeks raise and his nose scrunches as he giggles at something Cal said, how inviting it looks when he licks his lips just before wrapping them around the pen. The cartridge is just about finished when you become fascinated watching him take one last puff and just before he’s able to exhale, you pull him into another kiss. 
“Sweetheart,” he laughs, rubbing his thumb affectionately on your stomach. He passes the pen back to Calum and refocuses his attention on you. His laughter continues as he presses noisy kisses to your neck, making sure he moves his head enough for you to feel the scruff of his beard. It’s as silly as it is sweet and you giggle at the gesture, running your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you.
Soon after, your group begins breaking off to do their own things: Luke and Sierra take a walk by the water, Michael and Crystal are back at the food table for seconds, Calum close by them, laying in the sand playing with South and Moose. Those all sound like fine activities but you can’t seem to move from Ash’s lap, basking in the heat of the fire and being pressed into him, listening to the wind, the ocean and the laughter of your friends.
“Hey,” he murmurs, nudging you from your thoughts. You look at him, instantly enamored by the soft smile on his face. His fingers lightly drum over your belly as he sincerely shares, “This wouldn’t have been any fun without you… I’m really happy you’re here.”
You practically melt into Ash as he leans into a kiss. You thread your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck and he pulls back briefly to rest his forehead against yours. He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply, doing his best to be mindful and in the moment with you. He always gets like this when you get high together, like he has to work not to get carried away by the raw emotion he’s feeling.
He may not want to be carried away but he doesn’t seem to have a problem letting it make him frisky as his hand begins to wander a little further up your shirt, first cupping your breast over your bikini top and then giving it a firm squeeze before tucking his fingers underneath to tweak your nipple. 
Your body involuntarily arches against him. “Ash,” you breathe, giving him a naughty smile paired with innocent eyes. 
He shrugs, continuing to roll your nipple while he sucks a mark onto your neck; you feel his free hand start trailing up your thigh, calloused fingertips dancing over your skin before subtly rolling the hem of your shorts to expose a little more skin. You rock your hips a little, silently asking him to keep touching you.
The hand inside your top shifts over to your other breast and you capture his lips in a kiss that quickly becomes heated and sloppy. Your hand moves from his neck to his chest, reaching inside his shirt to rub over his chest, hair tickling your fingers. The grunt he gives against your mouth encourages you to keep going and your hand travels further down to find him half hard already.
You raise your eyebrows suggestively, teasing, “Oh, so you really want me to have a good time tonight.”
“Just trying to do what I can,” Ashton giggles, gently lifting his hips into your touch. He kisses you hungrily and when you give his cock a quick squeeze, he pulls away to groan against your lips. “Love you, baby… god… so fuckin’ much.”
You murmur, “Love you more though,” rolling your hips again, asking for more from him. He holds your gaze as his hand finally makes its way inside the leg of your shorts, slowly creeping towards where you want him most. Your breath gets heavier as you wait to see how far he’ll take it and you feel yourself getting caught up in it all: the tenderness in his eyes, his hands hot on your skin, the feeling of him growing harder underneath your fingers. 
You’re not sure if he’s moving slow because he’s high or because he wants to tease but either way, you’re too impatient for it and you give his cock a few light strokes over his shorts. He groans again but Cal’s head curiously turning in your direction informs you that it was much louder than intended this time. “Better watch it, sweetheart,” he warns in a playful tone.
“Funny, seemed like you were the one acting up,” you shrug, stilling your hand but keeping it between his legs. 
His eyes twinkle and before you can question why, you feel a light pressure between your legs as his fingers run over the center of your bikini bottoms. “Mmm… you’d think these would be more wet proof,” he smirks before slipping his fingers inside, gliding them along your pussy. You keep your eyes locked on his as you bite your lip, trying not to audibly react. He chuckles as if you’re having a normal conversation, “Not so easy, is it? God, you’re soaked, baby… been aching for me to touch you, huh?”
“Always want you touching me, Ash,” you confess, trying to angle your hips so that his fingers brush your clit. You succeed and bury your face in his chest to muffle the sigh of relief you let out. He grins, drawing circles on it, kissing your face while you try to keep your squirming and noises at bay. You’re unsure of what exactly it is you’re asking for but you whine, “Please.”
He withdraws his fingers, eyes scanning the environment as he discreetly sucks them clean. “I’ve got you, love,” he promises, smoothing your disheveled top, adjusting his shorts so the tent in them isn’t quite as obvious. “Follow me.”
Ashton slides his arm around your shoulders, holding you to him as if the two of you were going for a romantic stroll. He leads you away from the bonfire and you glance behind you to see if you’re making a clean getaway but it seems that everyone is still busy entertaining themselves and your absence has gone unnoticed. You wrap your arms around your boyfriend, holding tightly as you walk down the beach, your friends fading in the distance.
Through the darkness, you recognize you’ve reached the lifeguard stands from earlier and he squeezes your hand, proclaiming, “Here we are!” You giggle at his enthusiasm and follow him up the ramp, behind the tower. As soon as you’re hidden behind the building, he’s pressing you against it, mouth devouring yours, hands everywhere. “Having such a beautiful night with you, love,” he murmurs, tongue swiping across your lips as he goes in for another tender kiss. “Just wanna be close to you… can I have you, baby?”
Hands trailing down his front, bringing him closer by the waistband of his shorts, you sigh dreamily, “I’m yours, Ash.” He whimpers into your kiss as you grind against him, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt so you can properly appreciate his chest. You palm over his pecs, smiling at how he visibly jumps when your fingers catch on his nipples on their way to trace over the tattoo on his ribs. It’s too dark to see it but you’ve spent so much time loving on it, you know exactly where it is. Gripping onto his back, you feel his muscles flex under your touch as you pull him closer, muttering almost to yourself, “Love you… want you.” 
He helps you out of your shorts and as he sets them aside, you peel off your t-shirt, wanting as much of him on as much of you as you can get. His eyes, glazed over from both weed and lust, drink in the sight of you standing in your bikini, skin glowing under the moonlight, waiting for him to please you. He exhales loudly and pushes a hand through his hair, overwhelmed for a moment. “Fuck… so fucking perfect,” he says in disbelief, quick to crash his lips into yours again. He grabs the back of your thighs and you hop up into his grip, wrapping your legs around him so he can hoist you up against the wall. 
He tugs at your bottom lip, letting it go in favor of nipping liberally down your neck, stopping to leave what feels like a huge mark just above your collarbone. His kisses move down again, this time to target your cleavage; satisfied groans escape his throat as he pecks between your breasts, backtracking to suck and bite at the tops of them peeking out over your bikini. His tongue flicks out to pull your nipple between his teeth through the material and he’s sure to give the other side the same treatment before moving on. 
You run your hands through his curls and you think you couldn’t possibly whisper his name any more passionately when suddenly you feel him shifting your weight again and you realize he’s lifting you onto his shoulders so he can be at face level with your pussy. You sigh deeply as he buries his face between your legs, letting his beard scratch your inner thighs as he mouths over your swimsuit. 
Mind and body both burning with need, the simple plea of “Ash” falls from your mouth and you rush to pull your bikini to the side, giving him the access you desperately want him to have. Maybe it’s the high, maybe how intensely you’re currently feeling everything right now but all of your senses feel amplified and you swear you hear him lick his lips as he looks at you baring yourself to him. An even higher pitched call of his name is your response when he finally makes contact, burying his face in your pussy, noisily lapping at your wetness before eagerly sucking at your clit.
Ashton mumbles against your skin, “Love you saying my name like that.” His tongue flutters rapidly over your clit until you’re tugging his hair harshly enough that he pulls back to confer with you. “Too much, baby?”
You lean your head back against the tower, panting, “So… so good, Ash… want you inside when I cum.”
“Want that too, baby,” he agrees, squeezing your thigh. “We’ll get there… no rush.” His grin is mischievous as he locks eyes with you, his tongue twirling slowly over your clit. Your fingers tug his curls desperately, causing him to loudly groan against you.
He kneads your ass while he licks into you tortuously slow, using the tip of his tongue to trace your entrance. It feels like he’s everywhere, taking over all of your senses. He licks a corresponding circle over your clit for every breathy sigh of his name he hears from you. It’s when you lock your ankles, squeezing his head with your thighs, that he knows he should move on and bring you back down, returning your legs to his waist.
He looks at you adoringly, lips and beard glistening from your arousal, goofy giggles pouring from them as he attempts to hold you up and get his shorts down at the same time. 
“Babe… let me help,” you laugh, reaching for him. The two of you crack up as he struggles to keep you upright while you take turns wrestling with his drawstring until finally your limbs are tangled enough that he ends up dropping your legs and you stumble back against the tower with a thud. Ashton lets out a horrified gasp of your name while you double over in laughter, reassuring him between snorts that you’re fine. 
He starts to grin at how contagious your laughter is but he still has a concerned edge to his voice when he asks, “Are you sure, baby? Lemme see.” 
You wipe the tears from your eyes, still chuckling as you spin around to show him you’re no worse for the wear. “I mean, I was definitely thinking I wanted you to blow my back out but that’s not quite what I had in mind,” you crack, your laughter setting off again.
He joins in this time, laughing along as he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head. “I fuckin’ love you,” he giggles, cradling your face in his hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks. You silence his laughter with a kiss that starts off sweet but quickly heats up; your hands easily conquer his drawstring this time and as you push down his shorts, he jokes, “Still want me after all that?”
You grin, stroking his cock. “Don’t you think I deserve to cum after all that?”
His loud giggling takes on a whimpery tone when your other hand dips down to give his balls a squeeze. “Fair point,” he laughs, much more breathy than before. He steps out of his shorts, you shimmy your bottoms off and he nudges you back towards the wall again, lifting you up, gripping you so tightly you bite your lip because it hurts so good. 
You’re about to crack another joke but then he’s tapping his tip against your clit and your breath catches. You can’t decide if you want to look into his eyes or down at your bodies but it ends up not mattering because you close your eyes in bliss as soon as he starts to sink his cock into you. It feels like you’ve been wanting him forever and finally being able to feel that stretch you’ve been craving is more than you could’ve imagined.
Ash bottoms out, moaning louder than you think you’ve ever heard him. Wanting to give you a moment to adjust, his lips spoil you with attention - lips, neck, cheeks, chest - but the sensation of finally having your warmth around him finally proves to be too much and he moans again as he starts shallowly pushing his hips into you.
“Feels good, baby,” he pants, still going slowly, still trying to collect himself. “Fuck… always so wet and perfect for me… Can’t believe how amazing you feel…”
His rambled praise continues and your head lulls back as you listen, your hands squeezing the backs of his arms along with his thrusts. “Ash,” you whine, gasping at the way he whines back when he hears his name in that tone. “Fill me so good… always do… god you fit me just right, babe.”
He curses under his breath and you feel his fingers dig into your ass cheek. You moan in anticipation of the increase in force you’d usually receive about now but when he continues his even, leisured pace, your eyes flutter open curiously. His eyes are screwed shut in concentration as he mutters more sweet nothings, “Love you so so much, sweetheart… wrapped so tight around me… so lucky you’re mine… you mine, baby?”
“All yours,” you respond, brushing the damp curls off his forehead. You wait to see how he reacts since possessive talk usually gets him riled up, but he once again surprises you by moving even more gently than before. You roll your hips along with him, hoping he’ll pick up your rhythm but he leans in to kiss you, slowing down again. You let him lead the kiss, soft and sweet, and as he pulls away, you scratch his beard and tenderly say, “Babe?” 
He stops instantly to check in. “Yeah? You OK, love? What is it?”
You stroke his face, give him a sweet peck and speak your mind. “Babe, I mean this in the most loving way possible but I need you to fuck me.”
Ashton stares blankly at you for a beat before bursting into loud giggles. “My romance vibes not doing it for you?”
You flash your best teasing grin. “I guess tonight’s the night you find out I’m only here for your body.”
He snorts, swatting your ass and giggling even louder when you yelp at the strike. He pulls out and you sigh disappointedly. He sets you down, giving you an amusedly incredulous look. “Any more complaints or should I just wait for the comment card?”
You cackle harder than his joke probably deserves but you’re just so damn happy to be here with him in this moment. You think about telling him but suddenly he’s spinning you around and pressing you up against the railing of the tower. His hands apply a light but demanding pressure between your shoulder blades and you groan from deep within your throat, understanding he wants you to bend over.
He slaps his wet cock on your ass a few times just to watch you shiver with anticipation, the sound alone making you feel needy. His fingers grip your hair and he yanks your head back as he slides himself back into you. “This what you want, baby?” He growls, hips quickly ramping up to drive into you with force, setting a rapid and rough pace right off the bat. 
You manage to get out a shaky “Oh… fuck…” before your head empties itself of all thoughts except for how deep his cock is hitting inside you, how full he’s making you feel, how you need to cum as soon as possible but also want this feeling to last forever.
The sound of skin hitting skin stands out against the tranquil environment, as do the moans you’re having more and more difficulty choking back. Ash releases his hold on your hair, instead opting to have one hand on your hip, gripping you to what feels like a bruising degree, the other has come up to play with your tit, working your nipple through your top. 
“And I thought you were wet before… Poor baby’s been needing this, haven’t you? Such a tough week… just need some tension released,” he teases, nipping at your shoulder and chuckling at the guttural groan it evokes. He notices you tighten your grip on the railing in front of you and he continues his taunting, knowing it’ll turn you on even more. “Getting close already, baby? Getting so excited by the way I’m finally fucking you just like you asked, huh? Been thinkin’ about it all night, I bet… were you imagining being on my cock while we were sitting there with all our friends? I know you were, baby… trying to have a nice, sweet time with my girl and all she can think about is having her pussy filled… Tell me how long you’ve been thinking about cumming all over my cock.”
“All I ever think about,” you pant, inhibitions absent thanks to everything you’ve experienced tonight. “Only thing I ever want is you inside me, Ash… nothing else fucking matters when I have your cock.”
His pace quickens and you know he’s trying to get you off before he loses control himself. You manage to pry one of your hands from the rail and slip it between your legs, whimpering when your clit finally gets the friction it needs. Ashton now has both of his hands on your tits, massaging them roughly, using them as leverage while he bounces you on his cock. “That’s right, baby… nothing else fucking matters… just wanna feel you around me,” he moans, recognizing your body’s cues, feeling you begin to tighten. “Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you cum for me? Squeeze this cock, love, let me know it’s yours.”
You cry out, feeling that tight coil in your belly finally snap and you begin pulsing around him. You throw your head back and Ash is instantly pressing kisses to your neck, mumbling praises muted by your skin while his hips dutifully pump against you, working you through your orgasm.
He sees you start to come down, relaxing against him, panted breaths becoming longer and deeper. Judging by the series of grunts he lets slip, it’s a struggle but he slows his movements in an attempt to give you a chance to settle. “Baby,” he says softly, beard scraping against your bare shoulder. “Mmm… felt so good cumming for me, love… just like we needed… what else do you need, baby? Please tell me.” 
Turning your head, you kiss him hungrily, sighing against his mouth; he lets out a surprised murmur when you push off the railing, letting him slip out of you as you turn to face him. “Need your cum now,” you declare, dropping to your knees. He hisses as your lips wrap around his cock, humming in approval at the combined taste of your own release with his precum.
“Love,” he rasps, running his fingers through your hair, unable to keep his eyes off you as you begin working further down on him. “It’s not gonna take much to get me there.”
He whines at the feeling of your nails digging into the backs of his thighs as you bob on him, hollowing out your cheeks for maximum suction and sensation. As you come back up, you let your tongue drag along the underside of his length, taking care to flutter along the ridges of the tip before you pop off. “Good,” you respond, stroking him while you lean in so your mouth can give some attention to his balls. “I’ve been thinking about making you cum all night too.”
Ash practically growls as you return your mouth to his cock, picking up the same pace you had set before, determined to bring him over the edge. You’re pretty sure he tries to get in another “love you” but doesn’t quite make it between all his gruff sighs and strained breathing. You squeeze his ass as you will yourself to take him further down your throat and as you back off again, you feel your hair pulling tighter and his muscles tensing under your touch.
“Baby… babybabybaby” is the rushed warning you hear seconds before you feel his cock jump and start spilling onto your tongue. He moans and gasps as you keep sucking, wanting every last drop that he has to offer. You pull off and look up to see him gazing at you, spent and awed. You maintain eye contact as you give him a few extra tugs to make sure he doesn’t have anything left for you and he groans your name, taking his cock from your grasp and dabbing it on your tongue.
You swallow exaggeratedly and lick your lips, grinning at him and he exhales loudly, helping you up off your knees. The kiss he gives you is the most passionate yet and you squeal into his mouth when his hands sneak down to cup your bare ass. You break the kiss to breathlessly joke, “Think I’m about ready for another smoke, how about you?”
His gleeful giggles are just as thrilling now as they were in the midst of your encounter. “Well,” he laughs, reaching into his shirt pocket and proudly retrieving a joint. “Lighter’s back with our stuff though.”
“Guess now we’ve got a reason to head back,” you shrug, shimmying your bikini bottoms and shorts back on. Ash seems to be making no moves to make himself presentable, distracted looking out at the waves, so you ball up his shorts and toss them his way. “Might wanna throw those on, babe. Don’t think everyone else will appreciate your Pooh bear aesthetic as much as I do.” 
You snort as you watch his confused expression turn to shock and amusement as he looks down to realize he’s only wearing a shirt with no pants. “Thanks, baby, where would I be without you?”
“In jail for indecent exposure apparently.”
The two of you redress and make your way back onto the beach, wrapped around each other just like before. The distance from the tower to the bonfire site seems much shorter than it did earlier but you assume it’s because your high has mostly faded. 
Your friends are still spread out around the area, with only Calum back in his seat when you return to yours. Ashton wiggles the joint for him to see and Cal responds by offering the lighter from his hoodie pocket. Ash sparks up, takes his hit and passes it to you; he squeezes your knee as you blow your smoke out and you smile at each other, happy to be here and high together.
Cal clears his throat, snapping you out of your blissful bubble. You pass him the cigarette and he grins to himself before taking a puff. “Hope you guys were able to enjoy your walk with all that racket going on,” he comments, smirk starting to raise his cheeks and crinkle his eyes. You both look at him inquisitively so he continues, “Could’ve been someone getting mugged… cats fighting… maybe coyotes in the area? Who knows?” He notices Luke back at the table with the others and waves him over, inviting him to smoke.
Luke jogs over and kneels next to your chairs, taking the joint from Cal. “Picked up some hot goss on the beach tonight, guys,” he says in a faux surfer accent before taking a drag. “Heard someone getting absolutely railed behind those lifeguard towers back there.”
You look over to where he’s pointing and realize your secluded rendezvous spot actually seems much closer when you’re not freshly stoned. You chuckle and shoot a glance over at Ashton and then another one over to Calum once you notice he’s also looking at Ash, albeit with a much more amused look on his face. “Railed, you say?” Cal prods, unable to keep from grinning in your and Ash’s direction.
The joint has made its way back over to you and you sip from it quietly, waiting for Luke to elaborate. He laughs, “Oh, this poor girl sounded like she was getting destroyed -- ”
“Well hold on now, why is she ‘this poor girl,’ how do you know she wasn’t having a nice time?” Ash jumps in a little too defensively, causing you and Cal to start giggling.
Not catching on, Luke continues his story. “Oh mate, you should’ve heard the guy… echoing all the way down the goddamn beach. Noisiest fucker I’ve ever heard… heh. Literally, I guess,” he guffaws at his own joke. 
Calum’s giggling so hard he’s wheezing and his face is turning red, with Luke proudly following suit, assuming his storytelling skills are just that amusing. You bite your lip to keep from laughing at the annoyed frown on Ash’s face and interject, “I mean… some women enjoy a vocal partner.” You shrug, choking back a snort when you see Cal scrunch up his nose at your implication while Ash gives him a satisfied smirk. “And if she didn’t like it, I’m sure she’d mention that on the comment card.” 
Your joke catches Ashton by surprise and he lets out a shocked laugh, coughing out his smoke. “Yeah, they were probably just blowing off steam from a long week… enjoying being out under the stars together… something like that could actually be quite intimate and bonding,” he muses, smiling at you.
“Sounds relaxing… romantic even.” You grin, keeping your gaze focused on him. 
Cal shakes his head while Luke looks puzzled. “I mean… fucking on a public beach doesn’t seem intimate,” he says quietly, trying to compute.
His statement goes unaddressed as you pass them the joint, signaling for them to finish it, and move back over to sit in Ash’s lap. You give his neck a peck before nuzzling into it, his hands wrapping tightly around you. “Happy,” you murmur in his ear. “Happy you made me come here, happy you enjoy intimate bonding activities…” You crack yourself up, snickering in his ear.
He watches you with amusement, giggling yourself silly, shoulders shaking from laughter as he holds you. He teases, “Happy I found that second joint, too, baby?”
“Mmm hmm,” you nod, bringing him into a slow, lazy kiss. You grin and say with a twinkle in your eye, “Happy enough I’m thinking about maybe bonding some more before we go home.”
A half-lidded and obviously blazed Luke appears at your side, helpfully offering, “Oh, did you guys want s’mores? I know Mike brought stuff for s’mores!” He takes your confused silence as confirmation and scrambles over to the table.
You cackle at the miscommunication but shrug, admitting, “I mean… s’mores do sound good.”
“They really do,” he agrees, giggling with you. “So… snacks then sex?”
You grin your widest smile yet. “Now those are romance vibes, babe.”
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blorbologist · 11 months
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For the CR Spell Hurt/Comfort: 18 Zone of Truth, Laudna and Imogen.
ANOTHER TWOFER:
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18. Zone of Truth
"You create a magical zone that guards against deception in a 15-foot-radius sphere centered on a point of your choice within range. Until the spell ends, a creature that enters the spell's area for the first time on a turn or starts its turn there must make a Charisma saving throw. On a failed save, a creature can't speak a deliberate lie while in the radius. You know whether each creature succeeds or fails on its saving throw."
[OK SO THIS IS ZONE OF TRUTH, but I just had Jester appear in my head and say ‘you know what would be fun? TRUTH,,, OR DARE’ and its good practice to listen to the brain Jester.]
They’re the last ones standing.
Which is really so astounding? At least that she and Imogen are still upright - Ashton is Ashton, so it makes sense. 
Fearne and Chetney are passed out in a corner, and Laudna isn’t sure who is sitting on who. Orym got the bed because he had, very wearily, said he was going to bed because we had to be up early tomorrow (he had to be up early to do squats). But half the party’s other guests - friends of his, and Fearne’s, and Dorian’s - all piled in after him. They were fun - the pink-and-gooey one especially (Twinsies!).
Letters could not join in person, and so had been drinking in front of his webcam in a Discord call. Which was less fun, but fun enough to get them to gush about their new boyfriend. So cute.
The lady who lived upstairs - Keyleth somethingorother - had checked on them and offered them some 3am tater tots, which sent almost everyone else calling an Uber home while the greasy carbs. Which left them three and one more bottle of vodka.
Three, taking up the hallway’s hardwood floor and fewer pillows than they’d like on account of all the casualties. It means Imogen leans her sleepy weight into Laudna. She’s got hips almost as pointy as Laudna’s, but her arms are the perfect give of farm muscle looped around her shoulders, warm. 
Pate wiggles a bit on Imogen’s thigh, using it as a seat. He’s completely trashed, and without sipping a single drop! The animal!
“- I’m telling you,” Ashton snarls (not at them, but in general. Ashton does that. Still, Imogen goes tense), “spin the bottle fucking sucks when you’re not a big group. You should have played it while everyone was still conscious.”
Laudna keeps her shrug light to not dislodge Imogen. “Well,” she says, “Pate hadn’t thought of it until now!”
“Maybe some other game, darlin’?” Imogen asks her neck. It’s easy to nod in agreement when she asks like that. 
Ashton huffs. “Fine, then. Truth or dare, because we won't see this much vodka again for a while.” They smile, just a jagged thing, when Laudna claps in delight. “Right - you. Truth or dare?”
“Truth!”
“Did you - for real - actually make the little guy? Not a thrift find?”
Laudna bobs her head agreeably. The arms around her neck twitch, like this was offensive. Which is silly. “Nope! Pate is all mine. Do we all drink regardless?”
“Sure, why not.” 
She grins, the sort that usually makes everyone wince. Maybe it’s all the drinking, but neither of her companions so much as flinch as she takes a sip and smacks her lips triumphantly. This far in, it hardly burns on the way down. Laudna cranes her neck to find Imogen, face impassive. “Imogen - truth or dare?” 
--
It all - it’s hard to describe. Not blur, that would be too… soft, she thinks? It smudges, maybe. Or decomposes, gets reborn a ways down the food chain. 
That sounds better, because it’s different. The truths are deeper, dug out of feet of soil in the chest. The dares are - well it’s mostly around finishing the vodka. Or seeing if they can get away with messing with their friends without waking them up. Laudna is very proud of the popsicle stick house she’s built on Chetney’s chest. He’ll like it!
“This ain’t too fun with only three of us either,” Imogen mumbles. She brightens a little and tilts her chin down. “Oh - Pate! Truth or dare?”
He taps his little beak. “Hmmm… for you, babe, I’ll go with a dare.”
Ashton groans, “Fuck - don’t soak the rat in alcohol.”
Imogen leans back. In the dim light of the hallway, and their phones, her irises look like hellebore. Maybe hollyhock? Hyacinth? 
“Kiss Ashton,” she says simply. Like it’s simple - poor Pate has a beak, he has no lips to kiss with! But - no. Ashton narrows his eyes, as Pate wiggles in anticipation, and gives him a gentle peck on the fuzzy head.
“Hm - al’ight,” says Pate, and the odd tension of the moment is broken. Laudna might be a bit too drunk for her own good. Even Pate sounds like he’s slurring his words: “Imogen! Truth or dare?”
She rolls her eyes. “It’s not sportin’ to ask the person who asked you. But sure - truth.”
Before Pate can get a squeak in, Ashton sets the bottle of vodka down. At… something in the morning, it’s loud. 
“You haven’t answered truth to one of my questions,” they point out. “But always to Laudna’s. And Pate’s, now. What gives?”
Imogen narrows her eyes. “What gives is that I know Laudna will not get all - all invasive, or interrogate me.”
“She’ll only ask what she knows the answer to, you mean.”
Laudna balks. “I - I don’t!” she says. Pate waves his little arms around, demanding attention.
“Ey, ey, ey! It’s ‘y turn! You two - stoppit. Right now!” Ashton and Imogen both glare down at Pate, which - which is a bit of a first, and makes him shrink back just a bit. 
“We good?” Pate continues. “Right - right. Uhh, Ash’n! Truth or -”
“Truth,” they snap. Laudna gives Pate time to think.
“Uh, Okay.” What would be a - a safe question? Diffuse the tension. “Oh!” She clears her throat to let Pate speak again. “Have you ever been ‘n loooooove? C’mon, tough guy.”
Ashton takes a long drink. “No.” And another. “Right. Laudna - truth or dare?”
She opens her mouth to reply - Imogen’s hand gripping her shoulder stops her. There’s a little jump of static, from sitting on the floor for so long.
“Really?” Imogen says sweetly. “C’mon now; Ashton, you’re lyin’.”
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pennamenotfound · 10 months
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Orym and the gods
(This is a little long so I’m putting it under the line thingy)
Orym listens to his friends, so tired, so strong, drift away from the gods as Imogen did—sort of. They all know Ludinus has to be taken down, so that’s the most important thing. That’s still where they’re headed—to find their missing friends, and then find Ludinus to stop him from hurting anybody else. His friend’s voices sound like they’re coming from underwater as faces flit through his head. Will. Derrig. 
Keyleth. Oh, he hopes desperately she’s okay.
When there is a lull in the conversation, he picks up Prism’s Ludinus playing card. “That guy’s gotta go,” he says.
The group agrees.
He is satisfied. Mostly. 
Still… he feels Seedling at his side. He visualizes FCG flipping his coin, letting that be their guide when they feel they need a purpose. He remembers Pike Trickfoot bringing Laudna back with her holy light. 
When Prism, Deni$e, and Laudna go to sleep, and Ashton and Bor’Dor go out on watch, Orym pads softly into the woods and plants Seedling into the soft dirt, decorating it with flowers, and he does something he’s never done before.
He focuses on what little divinity might lie in his sword and he prays to the goddess that gave it to him.
“I don’t know if you can hear me,” he says softly, though his volume isn’t what he’s worried about. “I don’t know if you can hear any of us anymore. I hope you can.” He thinks about Zephrah, the cherry blossoms, the mountains peeking up above the clouds, laughter and magic in the air, of himself as a little boy. “I’ve heard too many stories firsthand and read too many tales to discount the good that you, many of you have done in this world.” He thinks about that dark man with the mask who protected Keyleth, who was turned into a lens because of his sliver of divinity. He thinks of the many stories he’s heard of Vox Machina, who stopped the ascension of Vecna with gifts from the Matron of Ravens, from Ioun, the Knowing Mistress, and even from Pelor, the Dawnfather, whose worshippers they fought not days ago. Then he turns his thoughts back to the Wildmother, to the forest around him. “I don’t know if you have anything left in you, but… I’m praying. We could use a little help down here and I know you do too, and we’ll… we’ll do our best.” He feels tears prick at his eyes, and he focuses all his mental energy on his sword and the flowers that adorn it. “Any miracle you can spare.”
He lets Seedling rest in the dirt for a few more moments. He doesn’t know what he’s waiting for. Finally, he pulls it up, wipes the dirt off, and sheaths it before making his way back to his bedroll and his friends.
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girlstalksos · 7 months
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could you write some hc’s for all 4 boys as how they would be as boyfriends? pet names and just other fluff 🥺 thanks!
I tried to not make this super long but i really could go on forever so if anyone is interested i could do a more detailed version! but for now, 6 points each in alphabetical order….
Ashton
with pet names i think he goes for love and baby the most.
he has a sixth sense for knowing when something’s wrong with the people he loves.
so bad day? he’ll do whatever you need to make it better
i feel like he would definitely at least try to get you into meditation / some kind of breathing exercise. especially if you’re an anxious person.
tries to teach you drums and definitely laughs at you if you’re bad, but in an affectionate way.
let’s jump into love languages, i think he’s biggest on acts of service but also words of affirmation
he just cares sooooo much. just the sweetest boyfriend ever.
Calum
pet names, i feel like he definitely put’s “my” in front of a lot of them because you’re his partner and he loves that. in my mind he uses sweets, a lot and i’m not really sure why but the thought was there one day and it just feels right.
he’s definitely careful with his words, like if he says something he means it so I think that just makes the i love you’s that much more special.
oh and when he kisses you? yeah he’s cupping your face, he always is.
FOREHEAD KISSES CHEEK KISSES
I don’t think he’s very big on PDA but if you’re comfortable together some mild PDA for sure.
ok i have to stop but i could do this ALLLL DAY
so final thing, love languages; quality time is definitely the biggest one. he loves to spend time with you even if you’re just in the same room doing different things.
Luke
pet names; honey, sweetheart, just all the soft ones :,)
painting your nails together.
DOING EACH OTHERS EYELINER?? i am not okay.
luke is the type of boyfriend who brings you flowers and then keeps one so he knows when your flowers are dying (i am d e a d)
he’s the little spoon, pretty sure he even admitted this in an interview. that’s not to say he isn’t the big spoon but he definitely loves being held by his partner
love languages; acts of service & physical touch and probably gift giving i think. i feel like he kinda equally has all of them.
Michael
pet names; babe, baby, and there’s definitely some weird one he came up with he likes to throw at one sometimes.
this is such a cliché with him but playing video games together!!! you guys definitely share an island in animal crossing OR a farm in stardew valley. or both, probably both.
plays guitar for you (not at you, there is a difference.)
cooking together for sure, i think he just really loves to be with his partner so even if he’s just boiling water he’ll be there and helping.
i feel like you guys dye your hair together at least once. and if you’re like me and you really suck at dyeing your hair he would actually just do his hair and yours cause he def knows what he’s doing.
love languages; quality time & physical touch. loves to be with his partner, loves to be touching his partner probably the biggest on PDA out of these four. I honestly think he shows his love with touch more than words.
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cranesofibycus · 2 years
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Edit: Please don’t send me spoilers for later episodes. This includes “you are right/wrong about xyz interpretation”. Thank you!   
Episode 17 has so many incredible, heartbreaking, heartwarming, hilarious and frustrating moments; it’s one of my favorite episodes thus far for sure. A friend of mine told me that he fell in love with the Bells Hells in this episode and I’m inclined to agree. 
Between episode 14 and 17 I feel like the rest of them have really come together and have had the opportunity to show some of their softer, less silly sides. I love the silly, but sometimes it can get in the way of genuine character moments and those episodes are full of both, which is great. 
Here’s a little roundup of my impressions of the characters so far:
Ashton: This guy is so dumb. Like, can’t get any dumber. They are so preoccupied with being the unattached one, that every of their actions just screams “I don’t deserve to be loved and I will show you why!” - I love his short temper, I love his reluctant admiration of the others and I particularly love that Taliesin gets to play someone who is queer as fuck, yet determined to be disagreeable. That is just peak Taliesin PC design and I think he is having a blast with Ashton so far.
Fearne: This fawn is so smart. And I mean that genuinely. Fearne knows exactly how she can utilize her charm and her assumed innocence to get away with the most outrageous lies and actions. I’m sort of glad that Little Mister has faded into the background a little. I feel like Fearne needs nobody to help her shine. And it’s fascinating to me that it had never before occurred to me that Ashley would be perfect at playing a fey, since Ashley exudes heaps of fey energy even when she is just being herself. I’m curious how she will handle more dramatic scenes in the future. Fearne has shown that she can genuinely care about others, but there is a clear sense that she - as any fey creature - struggles with the dark grey morals of her heritage.
F.C.G.: Sam is a menace. It is known. But I wonder how much of a menace he is being with F.C.G. I think there is a very good chance that Sam knows very little of their backstory, or how much of it is true. The memories Imogen saw in him could’ve been placed there or altered. I adore that Sam chose a race/class/subclass combination that doesn’t cater to his usual dry sarcasm as Nott’s and Scanlan’s builds did. Instead he gets to experiment with humor that stems from F.C.G.’s genuine concern and their unawareness of certain social cues. I’m sure the other Riegel shoe will drop soon enough, but until then I’m just happy to receive puzzle piece after puzzle piece of this robit’s tragic past. 
Imogen: Until recently I really thought Laura had built a sweet, soft horse-girl sorceress. Oh what a fool I was! Not that she isn’t all of those things, but Imogen is so much more multi-facetted than I had originally understood. She is driven and curious. She is intrigued by power and convinced of her own abilities. She apologizes to people for invading their minds, but she also enjoys learning other people’s secrets. She is confident! She knows her worth! She understands how to get people to do what you want (not in a strictly manipulative way, but she has definitely learned that showing compassion is a way to get people to talk). I’m super intrigued by her and thus afraid to delve too deep into fandom interpretations of Imogen, because Laura’s track record is 1. build intricate, layered character, 2. fandom builds one-dimensional fanon version of said character, 3. fandom gets mad when Laura dares to stick to her original design for said character (one of the reasons why I’m not massively into glasses!Imogen - it just triggers a fight or flight response in my brain).
Laudna: What a ballsy character design! What a choice of a backstory and a patron! I love that she came up with this and Matt said “yes, and” to all of it. I agree with Orym that Laudna is fascinating not because of her backstory, but rather because she is who she is despite of her backstory. I’m a big believer that great tragedy functions like a fork in the road of your capacity for compassion. Either you become the least or the most compassionate version of yourself, and I adore that Marisha went with the latter. And for some reason I keep thinking of Laudna’s connection to Vox Machina and that she feels like the rebirth of Kerrek’s line in his letter to Keyleth: “Did you know that there are some seeds that cannot sprout unless they are first burned?“ I wish Laudna could’ve had the life she deserved, but I think her capacity to love and feel deeply is informed by the tragedy of her past. 
Chetney: Detective!Travis and comic-relief!Travis are two of my favorite Travises, so of course I adore Chetney. I’m so glad he finally gets to live his lycanthropy dreams! I’m curious about Chetney’s backstory and how much of it will activate the other kind of Travis I love, which is the what-makes-a-good-man!Travis. I love when he gets to explore the themes of masculinity, bravery and worthiness and I feel like Chetney might give him the opportunity to examine them from a very different perspective. Or maybe the wolf will die in three sessions, which is also entirely possible. Travis doesn’t trust Sam and I don’t trust Travis. C’est la vie!
Orym: This little guy! What a wee man! In ExU I was not super into Orym because I felt like he faded into the background next to so much color and character, but it is always the quiet ones who worm their way into my heart in the end. In one way or another Liam’s characters always carry an unspeakable amount of grief with them and that grief usually is for a future that was stolen from them. Vax, Caleb and Orym all had to come to terms with the loss of a version of themselves/their lives that they didn’t get to see or live. But with Orym there is a new kind of twist to this baseline of grief: There seems to be an immense amount of hope stored in this tiny dude; a hope for a life that’s worth living or a future that’s worth fighting for or a revenge that is worth pursuing. There is not a lot of Orym (physically), but every inch of this small man is full of love and hope and a deep sense that there are things worth fighting for. 
I thought about listing my favorite relationship dynamics so far, but the truth is that it is... all of them. I genuinely enjoy all of their interactions and how the characters mesh with each other. Eleven more episodes until I’m caught up and can laugh about my naïve impressions of them as of episode 17. 
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surprise! on tour.
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all the things we dream about series | series masterlist / masterlist.
Word count: 2225 Warnings: poly!Cashton. on tour. surprise visit. heavy flirting. small bit of public teasing. clothes sharing. dirty talk. masturbation. creampie and cumplay. blink-and-you’ll-miss-it anal play & breath play. they are basically sharing the girl. soft cuddles and aftercare moments. the whole thing. Author’s note: hello yes, I’m back on my bullshit, have another go at poly!Cashton and reader having hot and heavy sex at the hotel room on tour after not seeing each other for weeks. inspired by the picture above.
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“Okay, okay, one more!” Ryan grinned at Ashton and Calum as they posed in front of him, showing off their instruments. “You look badass!”
“You also have a nice ass,” the comment came from somewhere behind them, and their heads whipped in that direction, disbelief and surprise crossing their features. “Both of you.”
“No way you’re here!” Ashton exclaimed, a wide smile making his face light up while Calum laughed as well, not being able to take his eyes off of you.
It took a lot of planning and some help from the crew, but you finally had the chance to surprise your boyfriends on tour for a few days. The secret was so well kept that even Michael and Luke didn’t know about it until that morning; you didn’t want them to somehow spill it for Ash and Cal before the time came. They pretended to be hurt, claiming they would never, but then a second later they both agreed that okay, maybe it happened before.
Ryan was texting you all day long, keeping an eye on the guys so he could find the perfect spot and moment to arrange the big meeting, which he also planned on capturing. Looking back later you just knew you all will cherish the moment he caught of them realizing you were there. It was pure luck that they did not see you sneaking up on them, but it was worth every reaction in the end when you finally got to compliment their pose and nice backsides.
“Come here you,” Ashton opened his arms and you wrapped yours around his waist, snuggling up to him as he kissed your temple. “You sneaky little ninja.”
“Missed you, asshole,” you giggled, tugging on the hem of his shirt before reaching for Calum, manoeuvring around his bass to get a hug from him too. “Missed you too, grandpa.”
“And she says I’m the asshole,” Ash snorted while Calum groaned, burying his face in your hair.
“Not you too,” Cal pinched your side, making you swat at him with a giggle. “You know you like it.”
“Maybe I could convince you to wear something else? I’m sure there are some hidden gems in your bag. And in yours too, sir,” you directed the last part at Ashton who furrowed his eyebrows.
“What’s wrong with this?” he looked down at himself and you rolled your eyes, tugging on his shirt again while you leaned into Calum, his hand on your waist, squeezing you.
“It’s the dirty wife beater,” you laughed. “Maybe I could take this off of you… once the show is over… and never give it back, huh?”
“This one will end in your closet as well, I can see it,” Calum started stirring you towards the stage while Ashton’s hand slipped into yours. “Say goodbye to it Ash.”
“Yes, say goodbye to it, because this one will definitely end up in my bag and come back to LA with me so you can finally put on something else that looks much better on you,” you groaned, already thinking up ways to get rid of the affronted item.
“It’s a shame,” Ash clicked his tongue, fingers tightening around yours as he pulled you to his chest again, Calum following, making you trapped between their bodies. “Would have loved to fuck you in the dirty wife beater,” a smirked tugged at the corner of his mouth, hips rolling against yours to emphasize his words.
“I’d rather wear your vest… with just some nice panties…” you kept your eyes on Ashton, voice dropping lower. “…and maybe one of Cal’s ties… what do you think?” your head leaned back against Calum’s shoulder, tongue quickly swiping over your bottom lip.
“Highly approved, baby,” it was his turn to rub against your ass, his desire for you clear under his baggy pants. “And you know… having you like this… might have given me an idea…” he pressed his lips against your cheek, exchanging a heated look with Ashton, and you were sure he already knew what had crossed your boyfriend’s mind.
You couldn’t wait for the show to finally end – and it hasn’t even started yet.
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  “Shit, that’s it baby, ride my dick!”
You whined as Calum entered you again, burying your face against his sweaty neck, his skin hot and smelling like sex and cologne, his hands grabbing your ass as he moved you up and down on his cock. Ashton’s vest was sticking to your back, drenched from the sweat on all of your bodies as you were sandwiched between your boyfriends, Calum’s body under yours while Ashton kneeled behind you, his hands roaming over your skin wherever he could reach you. Now you understood what Calum was referring to earlier when they hugged you between them before the concert, how he was already planning on having you like this once you were back in the hotel room.
Ashton’s fingers slipped under the sides of your panties to snap them against your skin, the sting making you hiss, teeth grazing Calum’s ear. He chuckled at your reaction, mumbling something about how good you feel against him, around him, how he missed having their girl all to themselves. Ash made an approving sound behind you, now moving his hands over your hips, thumbs digging into your flesh where the lace of your panties were stretched over you. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you and Cal, how your body melted against his tanned skin, his tattooed arms holding you close while he worked his hips up and into you, cock buried into your pussy with every thrust.
His thumb dragged over the material of your panties again, nail slightly scratching the skin where it did not cover your ass, and he could see your pussy tightening around Calum’s dick, both of you groaning at the sensation. You were wet and pink and beautifully inviting, making Ashton wrap his hand back around himself as he fisted his cock, your wetness from before the switch making the slide easier. He breathed heavily, trying to hold back his pleasure as he rubbed the pad of his thumb against your pussy lip where you were stretched around Cal.
“You look fucking gorgeous,” his voice was low and husky, and that combined with the wet sounds as he jerked his cock you knew he was getting impatient.
You pressed a sloppy kiss against Calum’s jaw and he let you go at that, helping you sit up on his waist, and Ashton was there in a second, letting you lean against him as you still slightly rode Cal. Calum caressed your thighs while Ashton’s hands covered your tits under the opening of his vest, squeezing them teasingly. You panted as you finally slowed down to a stop, head resting on Ashton’s shoulder as you looked up at him.
“Thought you’re going to say ‘you look fucked, gorgeous’,” you giggled breathlessly, nipping at his jaw, and he pinched your nipples in reply.
“Well, you definitely look fucked,” his arm slid around your waist, lifting you off of Calum just enough to bend you back over him, quickly pushing his cock into you. “But not enough…” he added.
Calum grabbed the end of the tie hanging between your breasts to pull you closer, capturing your lips in a kiss as Ashton started pounding into you. You buried your fingers into his hair, holding onto him as you moaned into his mouth, his hands grabbing your waist where Ashton was holding onto you. You felt their hands tangle together on your body, both of them moving you up and down on Ash’s cock, the pace quick and hard, and you felt yourself trembling between them. Calum’s nipples dragged against yours, making something twist in your stomach, ready to snap and push you over the edge– and then Ashton quickly pulled out of you, making you clench around thin air as you felt your own wetness slide down your lips and thighs.
“No, no, please… please…” you started begging them, so close to your release, nails digging into Calum’s shoulders, lost in space and time as you couldn’t decide which way to move, where to push, who to ask for mercy.
It took only a second and you felt someone enter you again, strong hands on the back of your thighs as they kept you against their bodies. You soon realized it was Calum who finally took pity on you, quickly fucking up into you, cock filling your pussy perfectly with every thrust, lips mumbling messy, dirty words against your lips as he urged you to cum with him. You unconsciously squeezed around him, already too lost in the feeling to fight it anymore: the way his pelvis dragged against your clit, how he grabbed onto your ass, a fingertip teasing your puckered hole lightly – the moment your orgasm rushed over you you felt his chest rumble with a deep groan, cock pulsing inside you as he came, still working his hips against you to get the most of his own pleasure.
You heard a hissed ‘shit’ from behind you, your hazy mind picking up the wet sounds as Ashton kept himself on the edge, watching the two of you come together. Calum’s fingers tightened on your hips as he pulled out of you, helping you stay on your knees above him. He grabbed your ass again, pulling your cheeks apart and you felt yourself getting hot at the thought of how he was offering you up for your boyfriend, and you wiggled a little, letting him know you wanted it too.
Ashton muttered under his breath just like Calum a few minutes ago, words of ‘so hot’, ‘gorgeously fucked’ and ‘you like it messy, don’t you baby?’ filling your ears, and the only thing you were able to do was to whimper approvingly. You felt Ashton’s tip tease your clit, nudging it against your hole to catch the cum dripping out of you before rubbing it against the lace of your ruined panties, then in one slow, smooth thrust he was back inside you, cursing as your pussy wrapped around his cock.
“Come on baby, that’s it, give us one more,” he pulled out and pushed back into you, building up a pace you both like, one that always made you come quickly. “Do it sweetie, come on!”
Calum’s palm cradled your jaw as he pulled you in for a kiss, tongue massaging yours while his thumb dragged against your throat, just the slightest pressure on your neck. His other hand slid down your body, smoothing over your nipples and stomach before he pushed his fingers against your clit. He kept his fingers still, but that was still enough to push you over the edge – the way Ashton was pounding into you made your body jolt against Calum’s hand, the friction so perfect it made you see stars as you started cumming. Ash fucked you through your release, chest melting against your vest covered back before his body stiffened, teeth biting down on your neck as he finally reached his own orgasm. You felt his cum filling you up, hot and sticky and so so welcomed – it made you whine when he fucked into you a few more times and you felt him slip out of you.
You felt heavy and tired as your limbs gave out and you crashed against Calum’s chest who was readily waiting to catch you, holding your panting form closely, fitting your head under his chin. A second later a warm, wet cloth was running over your body, softly cleaning you up after your intense love making, and then Ashton joined you too, pulling you away from Cal until he could fit you between their bodies, legs and arms tangled together in a sweaty heap. You felt his forehead knock against yours, noses nuzzled together as he was finally able to kiss you, softly pressing his lips to yours, soothing and loving. Cal hummed happily behind you, his own lips on your ear and the back of your neck as he cuddled you, content in his own pleasure still buzzing through him.
“Missed you, sweets,” he mumbled, tugging on the blankets to pull them back around the three of you. “Thanks for the surprise.”
“Yeah, thanks for the surprise,” Ashton giggled quietly, voice full of excitement and love. “You have no idea how much we needed this. Needed you.”
“I can still feel it dripping out of me, just saying,” you whispered, trying to keep your own giggle at bay, but couldn’t help it anymore when you felt their fingers attack you, tickling your skin wherever they could reach you. “No, stop it!”
“Gonna need to bring you on tour with us from now on,” Calum sighed as his hand settled back around your waist. “You always have an attitude when we leave you alone for too long.”
“You just gotta fuck the attitude out of me again and again, huh?” you moved a little until you could push against both of them, a moan leaving your lips when you felt Ashton roll his hips into you again, his cock already hardening against your stomach.
“Don’t mind if we do, baby. Right, Cal?”
You felt the other boy groan, his own dick twitching against your ass.
“So fucking right.”
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dollyocaccount · 15 days
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Back to Boomer though because I feel extremely sad about Angelo; I like the idea that he genuinely is so optimistic and happy and unbothered by things most of the time. Like, Blaise managed to create a lot of propaganda against him and bad rep and people are all: "Yeah, he used to be a stupid destructive villain! How do we know for sure he's still changed?!" and Kyler just being upset and he's all: "I LOST HIM FOR A YEAR BECAUSE OF YOU CUNTS! HE WAS STUCK IN THE PHANTOMZONE BECAUSE HE BELIEVED YOU ALL WERE WORTH SAVING. THAT'S A FUCKING YEAR I SPENT THINKING MY BROTHER WAS DEAD-" but Boomer just patting his shoulder and he's all: "Oi, S'okay, mate!" and Kyler frowns and he's all: "NO. NO IT'S NOT OKAY. I'M TIRED OF HAVING TO PROVE MYSELF BUT YOU...YOU COULD'VE DIED. WHAT MORE DO THEY NEED YOU TO PROVE!?"
and Boomer just hugs him and stuff and he's all: "But I'm here with you now. Plus, I'm not a hero because I care about what people think...I'm a hero because I have the power to help make the world a better place." and Kyler just staring at him and he's all: "...How are you always so good, Boomer? Just...how." and he smiles: "I had amazing brothers!"
But like, one time, Blaise accidentally getting too cocky around a villain so the villain endangers a group of kids and, remember, SHE HAS A SOFT SPOT FOR KIDS. But the villain had a trick up their sleeve so when she went to fly to save the kids, the villain just shooting her in the back with her own power and she yells and falls down and she watches as a thing of debris is about to fall on the kids but then, like, she feels something whooshing past her and Boomer just grabbing it and stuff and throwing it into the ocean. Then he goes to help Blaise and he's all: "You alright?"
Blaise: "Forget me, THE KIDS-"
Boomer: "They're right as rain, Shiela! Don't worry!"
and Blaise looks and sees that they're safe and she sighs and she's all: "...Sorry for all the stuff I said...You're, uh, you're alright."
and Boomer smiling but noticing the villain is getting away and he's all: "I hit low, you hit high?"
And Blaise smirks as her hair lights up and she's all: "Only if you think you can keep up, dweeb!"
But, he genuinely is a good natured kid and Ashton likes reading his stories on the local news and stuff. Or like, he turns on the TV early in the morning and Darlene is making breakfast and when Boomer punches a bad guy, Ashton is all: "LET'S GO, MATE! THAT'S MY BROTHER!" and Darlene giggling and handing him his plate and he just sits her on his lap to feed him and to hold her and she's all: "I'm glad Boomer's a hero now, honestly. He seems much happier now." and Ashton smiles and he's all: "Yeah...M'proud of him."
and then on the news, a reporter is all: "Sonic Boom, is there anything you want the viewers to know?"
Boomer: "OH!? IS ASHTON WATCHING THIS!?"
Reporter: "Um...I don't know?"
Boomer: "WELL, if he is: HI, ASHTON! S'ME, YOUR LITTLE BROTHER!"
and Ashton laughs as Darlene giggles and Boomer continues, "LOVE YA, MATE."
Reporter: "Uh, Mr. Sonic Boom, I meant something you'd like to tell EVERYONE?"
Boomer: "Oh, uh, right. Brush your broccoli and eat your teeth!...Wait, that didn't sound right..."
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