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ultrastarbee · 2 years

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Hi bee! I came once again to request a hc but I would also like to ask you to take your time writing it, me as also a writer know that can be very tiring and overwhelming, when you feel like it could you write a hc for the haitani brothers and Sanzu having a brazillian s/o?

Thank you so much :) and again take your time doing things and take care of yourself, recharge your energy!! I love you 😘😘

Hello, honey! I'm sorry for the delay, got stuck on college shit (se tu é br, deve imaginar como estão as coisas nas federais com toda essa situação da pandemia). And thank you so much for coming back! Your words are so sweet. Thanks! Love you <3

I swear I will steal all the brazillians here to my hive. And depite being brazilian myself, I had to do some research

Title: Them with a brazillian s/o Request: yes Couple: Ran x reader, Rindou x reader, Sanzu x reader Category: fluffy headcannons Content Warning: none Word Count: 661 Summary: cultural surprises with a brazilian s/o A/N: spread the BR word my little bumblebees

MASTERLIST ……. RULES ……. SERIES LIST

Ran:

Ran drools over you everytime he sees you dancing, so he takes you to lots of parties;

And with dancing I mean any kind, even if don't know at all what you are doing;

Just move around and he will believe it's a dance from your country;

But if you do know some dance moves from Brazil, he will sure try to mimic you when you two are alone;

Alone, of course, he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of a whole party;

Hear me out, can you imagine Ran dancing quadrilha with those braids of him to make the look?;

Cuz I know he will sure enjoy brazilian cultural parties;

Specially if he can show everyone around how he can swing his ass just like the people do on TV;

Ran is a wild card who will say yes to anything you wanna try, so be very careful;

Also, be careful with things that he may find on his researches about Brazil cuz he will want to try everything;

I mean Ran wants to eat acarajé and drinks chimarrão at the same time, so you need to explain how hard it will be to get both things on Japan;

Please, take him to Brazil with you sometimes. He will have so much fun.

Rindou:

Rin couldn't give a single flying fuck about other countries, so he doesn't know much about your cultural behavior patterns;

The first time you offered him a bite from your food you both weren't a couple, not even too close friends;

He thought you were flirting;

Now you two are dating and you keep sharing your food, he thinks it's cute even if he can buy his own;

The day you offer him a bite of your favorite small food he loses it and asks why the fuck? Do you think he is always hungry and can't buy his own food?;

You laugh of his angry face and explains him sharing food is something normal on Brazil;

People always share their food with their friends, even if it's small and they don't wanna share;

Rindou says Ran always steals a bite of his food, but you explain him it's different. It's a cultural politeness;

One day you got your hands on some brazilian fruits and of course your grumpy boyfriend needs to try them;

You have guaraná, cashew, acerola, star fruit and açaí;

He hates them all;

Actually he tells you that, yet he keeps eating them because they are so odd;

Why the fuck this red one keeps looking at him? Rindou hates guaraná;

His reactions are so fucking funny. Rindou looks like a baby trying a lemon for the first time;

You need to get him more food!

Sanzu:

Haruchiyo is so fucking lost when it comes to your displays of affection;

Poor boy is not ready for you;

He just isn't used to all the sudden touches. It's not a thing on his life;

Yet there's Sanzu absolutely loving the way you touch him out of nowhere;

I don't mean it just like lovers touches, I mean it the way brazilian people talk and touch your hand, your shoulder, sometimes hugs and kiss your cheeks to say "hello";

Sanzu will be once again so fucking lost when you kiss his cheeks just to say "hello" and he will also demands you to only kiss him;

He doesn't get it, yet you must be only his!;

Haru thinks it's cute how you always fill all the other people's cups before your own;

He is the one who tells you that drinking in public is frowned upon. You tell him it's a normal thing on Brazil. Now he wants to see for himself;

Sanzu will also think your people are weird with all the small talks and good spirit;

Like, why the fuck would you guys vote for a clown to be part of the government as a fucking joke?;

Brazilians make no fucking sense. Sanzu likes it.

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allwaswell16 · 3 years

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This is a fic rec of One Direction fan fics with an age difference (although none with an underage character) in the main pairing as requested in this ask. Please leave kudos and comments for the writers if you enjoy the fics! You can find all my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

-Larry-

You Make Lovin’ Fun by @homosociallyyours

(E, 109k, girl direction, cruise ship, silver fox Louis, age difference, strangers to lovers, polyamory Harry/OC, butch/femme, based on a true story, journalist Harry, vacation, Lesbian cruise, NYC, long distance relationship, light angst, masturbation, smut)

Harry is a 28 year old travel writer at a gay magazine who gets the assignment to go a lesbian cruise.

Say Something by @kingsofeverything

(E, 105k, a/b/o, alpha Louis, omega Harry, age difference, older Harry, heat, rut, insecure Harry, mpreg, mpreg Harry, lawyer Harry, actor Louis, lactation, unplanned pregnancy, smut)

At fifty years old and recently divorced, Omega Harry Styles isn't interested in dating.

electing strange perfections by @scrunchyharry

(E, 84k, uni student Louis, gardener Harry, older Harry, rich Louis, angst, fluff, first love, homophobia, coming of age, age difference, summer, coming out, smut bl)

Back for the summer from university, 19-year-old Louis is faced with a massive problem: their new gardener is quite possibly the most gorgeous man he's ever met.

The Brightest Lights by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(M, 70k, acting au, age difference, actor Louis, actor Harry, co-stars, co-workers, love scene, verse)

After watching yet another actor walk away with his Oscar, Louis is on the lookout for the role of a lifetime that might finally get him the one thing he has always wanted.

I’d Still Dance With You by @flamboyantommo / kikikryslee

(M, 57k, age difference au, student/barista Harry, ad exec Louis, mutual pining, slow burn, bh)

the 21/28 age difference fic where Harry is younger than Louis thought he was, and even though Louis’ head is telling him not to pursue anything, his heart doesn’t seem to agree.

That's What I'm Here For by @taggiecb

(E, 46k, farm au, farmer Louis, older Louis, age difference, boss/employee, small town, sexuality crisis, fluff, angst with a happy ending, grief/mourning, Canada, hurt/comfort, silver fox Louis, demisexuality, smut)

Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking.

we should open up (before it's all too much) by @disgruntledkittenface

(M, 46k, depressed vampire au, vampire Louis, baker Harry, angst, grief/mourning, support group, loss of parent, emotional hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers, falling in love, smut)

He takes a breath and looks up, trying to keep the tears threatening to spill over at bay. “Louis, I’m not very good company these days. I–”

The Orchards of Jessop by @jaerie

(E, 15k, quarantine au, age difference, older Louis, countryside, strangers to lovers, self discovery, sad Harry, sad Louis, homophobia, first times, sexuality crisis, emotional sex, smut)

when a global pandemic shuts down the world, being quarantined with a quiet twenty year old who keeps to himself might turn out to be an awkward arrangement.

I'm Hot for Teacher (series) by phdmama / @phd-mama

(E, 14k, doctor Louis, med student Harry, semi public sex, hand jobs, masturbation, flirting, professional ethics, library sex, office sex, smut, age difference)

You cannot fall in love with your professor, Harry admonishes himself sternly as he exits the building and heads home. You just can’t.

Drive Me Crazy by AFangirlFantasy / @afangirlfantasy

(G, 7k, kid fic, single dad Louis, uni student Harry, toy store employee Harry, older Louis, fluff, humor, age difference, birthday party, no smut)

an AU where Louis just wants a toy for his daughter, and Harry just wants to take Louis on a date.

You Drive Me Wild by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 5k, driver Harry, executive Louis, dirty talk, older Louis, silver fox Louis, masturbation)

the one where Harry has a brilliant idea to while away the time as he waits around for his boss but fate decides to rain on his parade... or maybe it’s the universe answering his prayers.

maybe by @gaycousinlarry / momentofclarity

(G, 2k, bookkeepers conference, age difference, older Harry, falling in love, love at first sight, first meetings)

I cannot not see you again. I cannot.

-Poly-

Tell Me It’s The Strongest Shape by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(E, 73k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw/Elgar Johnson, poly fic, age difference, older Nick, older Elgar, model Louis, skater Louis, canon Nick, coming out, complicated relationship, threesome, famous/not famous, first time, smut)

When uni student Louis gets street cast by Elgar for a GQ photoshoot, he's drawn into Nick and Elgar’s complicated relationship.

-Tomlinshaw-

Sugar, We're Going Down by @magicalrocketships / sunsetmog

(E, 131k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, cafe au, getting together, sugar daddy Nick, sugar baby Louis, age difference, Louis works at a cafe, vacation, daddy kink, ptsd, past abuse, size difference, submission, smut)

At 37, Nick has everything he could possibly want in life: huge success in business, a Bachelor of the Year award hanging in his toilet, piles of money, and a rather odd little habit of visiting a cafe with terrible service on his way into the office every morning.

-Zouis-

Pretty Little Plaything (series) by Phillipa19 / @thedeliciousrude

(E, 51k, Zayn/Louis, sugar baby au, sugar daddy Zayn, sugar baby Louis, falling in love, insecure Louis, hurt/comfort, rich Zayn, age difference, jealousy, past abuse, smut)

Zayn is a millionaire and has a lot of work to do he can't always be around to entertain his young lover.

#fic rec #age difference fics #1dsource #trackinghome #trackinghappily #tracksintheam #larry fan fic #zouis fan fic #tomlinshaw fan fic #category rec

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shinidamachu · 3 years

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Eu não sei usar o Tumblr aaaaahhhh, just wanted to suggest Red from Taylor Swift in the InuKag playlist, I've been listening to it a lot and seeing similarities with their love story. Btw, I love your posts and feeling silly to speak Eng with another BR but anyway haha

Don't worry, I feel silly too. It is kind of funny, after all.

And I'd reply this in portuguese, as I often do with brazilian asks, but since you wrote the rest of the ask in english, I feel like it's important to answer it in english too, so most people can understand what we're talking about.

Thank you for your suggestion (and for the kind words). You're totally right. Red is peak Inukag song. Which solidifies my theory that every Taylor Swift love song is about Inukag.

In fact, "Taylor Swift Inukag Songs" could have been a playlist all of its own. Seriously. If I went to her discography and picked up only the Inukag fitting ones, I'd come up with a good amount of songs. Just look at all the other Inukag playlists people made. There's a Taylor Swift song in most of them and it's not always the same ones.

That's why I tried to limit myself to only a few songs: to be more diverse and not too obvious. And I still ended up with freaking seven songs, three in the Inukag Playlist, four in Kagome's. So I had to leave Red out of it, but here is how I think it fits, in excruciating details:

Red, in this case, means the feelings the color itself evokes. Love. Passion. Energy. Excitement. Fire. But we can’t ignore the fact that it’s also Inuyasha’s characteristic color and, by extention, something Kagome would have definitely associated with him.

Loving him is like Driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street Faster than the wind, passionate as sin Ending so suddenly

To me this represents how fast their story began and developed. They were strangers, separated by time and space. The odds of them finding each other were slim, to say the least. But from the moment they met, things just kept happening one right after the other and it might have been wild and overwhelming, however they managed to successfully catch the curveballs thrown their way. Together.

It also calls back to how Inuyasha is always running with Kagome on his back, a very meaningful part of their relationship and dynamic, in general. Faster than the wind it’s quite possible the way Kagome could describe the feeling of riding a half demon. And if there’s one thing we know for a fact Inuyasha can be, it’s passionate as sin.

Driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street sounds to me like the start of a new, very fresh and exciting relationship, that got face to face with a significant obstacle that it’s keeping it from moving forward.

Loving him is like trying to change your mind Once you're already flying through the free fall Like the colors in autumn, so bright Just before they lose it all

Kagome jumped into this story both literally and figuratively. There’s the obvious jumping through the Well back and forth, but symbolically, when she decided to be all in, she was all in. Trying to keep up with her mundane responsibilities was a good effort, but there was no denying she spent the majority of her time living this story to the fullest, head first, ride or die.

There’s also the physical side of it. The times she acted impulsively in battle or threw herself into real and methaforic abysses with the unshakeable certainty Inuyasha would always be there to catch her. It’s an uncanny level of trust.

Losing him was blue like I'd never known Missing him was dark gray, all alone

This speaks to me in the terms of those three years apart. Blue is the color of sadness. And Kagome was dressed in blue for the majority of their time separated from one another, since it’s the color of her new uniform. Losing Inuyasha was a sadness he had never known because it was a different feeling than every other time.

Of course she had been sad before, but this pain is highlighted by the loneliness and emptiness of realizing she isn’t where she is supposed to be. That she doesn’t belong to the place she once called home, anymore. The brightest colors faded to gray. She had her family, she had her friends and still she felt alone in a crowd.

Forgetting him was like Trying to know somebody you never met But loving him was red

These lyrics are the perfect continuation of the three years gap situation, but it’s also a good fit for the times she caught herself wondering if she shouldn’t just let it all go, only to find out it’s impossible. She could never forget him, no matter how hard she tried. Her home is literally placed around the spot their first met. And she sees him everywhere.

Touching him was like Realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you

“Someone the exact opposite of Inuyasha. That’s the perfect guy for me.”

Is it now? At fisrt, he looked like the last guy on Earth she would have romantic feelings for, being totally different from the boyfriend she thought she wanted to be with.

But it turned out that, as the time passed and Kagome got to know Inuyasha to his core, she discovered he was someone even better: the kind of man she didn’t know she needed by her side.

Memorizing him was as Easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song

“Since we met, I’ve spent a lot of time with Inuyasha, too. And I’ve seen sides of Inuyasha that you’ve never seen [I know things about Inuyasha that Kikyo doesn’t?]”

Kagome took the time to know Inuyasha, to learn everything there is to learn about him, like no one else did. She knows him like the back of her hand. And it happened so naturally, she didn’t even realize it until she was forced to think about it.

Fighting with him was like Trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer

"Inuyasha will never forget Kikyo. But I still love him, so there's nothing I can do." They had a fair share of fighting, Kikyo being the main reason of their quarrels. But in the end of the day, their differences meant nothing, because their love was stronger than any disagreement. It was worth the compromises they’d have to make along the way.

Regretting him was like Wishing you never found out that love could be that strong

"If I knew it would hurt that much... I wish I had never met him.”

But of course, the feeling only lasts until she realizes she would have actually done it all over again. The pain of a heartbreak it’s nothing compared to the pain of losing all the good memories they made together.

Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go

Echoes. As in the thing that can happen in an empty Well. After missing him for so long, it’s only logical that she would have started thinking it’s time to get on with her life. Putting her entire life on hold in hopes he will show up and steal her away is not healthy.

But moving on from him is impossible When I still see it all in my head In burning red

She tried to move on. For three years, she tried to make for herself a life that did not include him. And maybe she could have been content with it. Maybe she could be reasonably happy, eventually. But not in the way she knew she could be with him.

Like it or not, she would forever be comparing what she had now with what she had then, her memories crystal clear. And she would have known, without a doubt, that she would have traded her best day in the future for a regular one in the past with Inuyasha.

He marked her. Changed her. Forever. There is not coming back from that.

And that's why he's spinning 'round in my head Comes back to me, burning red

#Se você quiser tirar alguma dúvida sobre o Tumblr fique à vontade pra me mandar uma mensagem #Eu estou aqui já há bastante tempo e gosto de pensar que entendo uma coisa ou duas sobre como funciona então vou ficar feliz em ajudar #ANYWAY #As you can see Inukag and Taylor Swift are a trigger for me #Look What You Made Me Do anon (hahahaha I'm not half as funny as I think I am)#Inukag #Kagome #Inuyasha #Kagome Higurashi #The ledges I'd go for this ship... disgusting #Sidmailing

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joezworld · 3 years

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What in the HECK happened with Scotsman, Dominion, and Dwight during the Great Gathering?!

(Also, since Dutchess of Hamilton has also been to the US during the 1939 NY World’s Fair, did she get involved?)

Warning - extremely long post below

So, first of all, Duchess of Hamilton never went back to the UK.

Duchess of Hamilton (6229) and Coronation (6220) had their nameplates swapped by the LMS when an engine was sent over to the US. 6229, in the guise of 6220, went to the US.

Streamlined locomotives were all the rage at the time, and railroads practically fell over themselves to get Coronation (as she was now known) onto press trains. The B&O railroad in particular was so impressed with her capabilities that they extended a formal offer of employment to her for service on their streamlined Royal Blue service. The LMS were surprised to get an offer to "purchase" their locomotive, but accepted nonetheless, as it meant a welcome infusion of cash in the dark days during the beginning of WWII.

Coronation fit right in with the Americans, having only been about a year old when she was sent to New York. Following the end of steam traction on the Royal Blue in the late 40s, (the B&O were early adopters of diesels.) she and her B&O coworkers found good employment on the New York Central, where she still runs to this day.

Since then, she's fully "gone native", marrying a J3 Hudson, (yes one of the streamlined ones) adopting both an American accent and three children, and being fully repainted to NYC silver by 1956. Flying Scotsman met her in Albany in 1970, and neither one of them recognized the other.

Actually, most UK expats don't recognize her, to the point where a common interaction is for her to be held up as an example of "look at her, she's integrated well into the US", only for the British engines to say "that's preposterous, she isn't English".

When it's pointed out that she's still obviously an LMS Coronation, the next response is usually screaming.

All that being said, she has no interest to come back to the United Kingdom, and wasn’t asked by the NRM anyways.

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Second of all, the Great Gathering was... an event.

So, there are (officially) 6 preserved Gresley A4s.

Mallard - static, National Railway Museum (UK). Also an asshole.

Bittern - running, private owner, UK based

Sir Nigel Gresley - running, owned by a trust, UK based

Union of South Africa - running, private owner, UK based

Dwight D. Eisenhower - static (officially), National Railway Museum (USA)

Dominion of Canada - static (officially), Exporail (Montréal)

This is the official list, and for the first 4 engines, it's the truth.

However, things are a bit hazier on the other side of the Atlantic...

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So the thing that needs to be made clear right up front that in a sentient vehicle world, museums aren't like the NRM, where locomotives sit static for years on end, although obviously the English have museums like that because of course they do.

Rail museums in the rest of the world are much more like Colonial Williamsburg - a living history center staffed by volunteers who act out a prototypical setting from [insert decade here].

British Rail, being British Rail, didn’t know that and didn’t care.

4496, Dwight D. Eisenhower, having been named after the General-turned-President, had been earmarked for preservation by BR, and was summarily shipped off to the US National Railway Museum in Green Bay, Wisconsin.

In an entirely unintentional move, this donation MONUMENTALLY snubbed the Smithsonian, who refused to have any dealings with BR for decades, even for archival purposes. This, combined with the fallout from Operation Smash Hit, and the fact that the Smithsonian is Petty AF, meant that there was virtually no official trans-Atlantic cooperation between British and US museums for decades.

Dwight hit the shores of the US in 1964 New York City and was greeted by a marching band, a ticker-tape parade, and Presidents Johnson and Eisenhower, who were on-hand to personally make the engine a US citizen.

Always keen to curry favor with the government, the Southern Pacific railroad had a job offer waiting for Dwight right alongside the Presidents and the parade, and when he accepted, he went off to Sunny Southern California - someplace so opposed to Britain the he fell in love with the place immediately and refused to leave!

The ladies may have also had something to do with it as well - while most engine classes fell into a typical 50-50 gender distribution, the SP GS-4 class was all female...

[Pictured above - one of 28 very good reasons to live in California if you're a single British steam engine.]

Dwight does not kiss and tell, but at his wedding in 1974, all 28 GS-4s showed up - and he was only marrying one of them!

Since the 70's, he's become a mainstay in California, having been repainted into Daylight Limited colors in 1969, and retiring from railroad duties in 1999. After that, he went into the movie business, and is currently the head of digital media development at Disney.

His wife Irene (SP 4437) is also an interesting figure as well - following in the wheelmarks of the great female locomotives before her, she had an eye for business and a Stanford education before she married her husband, and was an initial investor in multiple tech companies in Silicon Valley during the 70's and 80's, but stopped doing that after her investment in Apple proved very lucrative. In 1996, she was convinced by a few people in the Stanford Alumni association to invest in another tech startup, this one an "internet search engine" called Google.

So yeah, Dwight Eisenhower kept falling up and up and up all his life, and is now married to the richest woman in the world.

4489 Dominion of Canada was donated mostly by accident, having been forgotten in the back of Darlington sheds until 1966, when she was shipped off to the Canadian Railway Historical Society in Montreal.

As stated elsewhere, the Canadian Government considered any locomotive built in the UK to have UK citizenship, and therefore treated them as commonwealth citizens under existing Canadian law. (remember that Canada was still a colony at that time)

CN, the national rail carrier, was obligated to offer her a job under their charter, and she accepted, moving to Toronto to run intercity trains between Toronto, Montreal, and Ottawa.

Within two years she was displaced from those duties by the introduction of a new, shiny, jet turbine powered train, and was summarily demoted to local commuter runs in the Toronto suburbs.

Moving to suburbia did one thing more than anything else - expose her to the people who live there. They all had complaints, they all had problems, and they all had no idea on how to fix them.

Being a helpful sort, Dominion decided that she could help, and promptly ran for Toronto city council in 1974. She won, and has been a fixture in local Toronto politics ever since - she even got to be Chairwoman of Metro Toronto (the closest thing to being mayor because Toronto's governmental structure is weird) until 1998, when Toronto was merged with the surrounding area to create a massive new region.

Having then done everything there is to do in municipal Toronto government, Dominion went on to become the Chief Executive Officer of Metrolinx, the agency that controls almost all of the transit agencies in Ontario, because, as she puts it, "I'm still a commuter engine at heart".

She's now painted in the current GO Transit paint scheme, and still does commuter runs- which is really weird looking now that there are double deck commuter coaches in a push-pull configuration, with a Gresley A4 doing the pushing.

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Now, I mentioned that those 6 were the only ones officially preserved - there were two unofficial preservations as well...

4486 Merlin was properly Shanghied - he was yanked off the docks in Southhampton by a cargo ship in August of 1965, and was spirited away to parts unknown.

Those unknown parts turned out to be South Korea. There, he was given citizenship by the US-aligned military dictatorship (Korean history is wild) and was employed by the State-run rail operator.

As the military government began a hardcore plan to increase their country's wealth and industrial output, rail lines were being built across the country, and Merlin was soon awarded a position on the fastest train in the network, the Seoul-Busan Saemaeul-ho.

Because of his experience in running high-speed express trains, Merlin not only became the public face of Korean high-speed rail, but also became an "honored elder" amongst the other Korean engines, a position he still holds to this day - as despite being over 70 years old, he still runs daily trains on the fast services, easily keeping time with the Korean schedules as well as training the new high speed trains, including the KTX sets. He's on his 24th boiler by now, and has more parts from Hyundai than Doncaster.

An additional fact - Merlin actually has had a linguistic effect on Korean railroading, as his strange amalgamation of an accent - a strong Yorkshire accent that tried to be Received Pronunciation for 30 years, mixed with almost 50 years of middle-to-upper-class Korean - has filtered down through the ranks of KoRail, because all of his students want to sound like him out of respect. Human British expats in Korea will occasionally hear a locomotive speaking in English, and the engine will sound like a Yorkshireman every time and the Brits cannot handle it.

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4495 Golden Fleece is the only A4 to preserve himself - he saw the writing on the wall in the early 60s, and hopped a car ferry to France at the end of 1962. From there, he bounced around Europe for a bit before making it to the United States in the late 70's.

Of the 8 surviving A4s, he's probably led the quietest life of all - he moved to Miami before it got nice, and basically got in on the ground floor of CSX when that merger happened in 1980. He's now the head of terminal operations for the Port of Miami, but he's generally kept a low profile - not even having a chance to meet Scotsman due to his time in Europe.

He's still in contact with Dwight and Dominion, and has no real bitterness over not being "famous" like they are - he likes the quiet, and still lives in a modest house in Boynton Beach with his long-term girlfriend.

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Soooo... the Great Gathering.

It was supposed to be a meeting of the 6 surviving A4s - a two year event held at the NRM in honor of the 75th anniversary of Mallard's record-setting run.

"Record setting" is a past-tense term here. While there have been no official runs, every single one of the Pennsylvania Railroad's T1 and S1 locomotives claim to have gone faster than 126 without meaning to, and numerous other locomotives on unofficial attempts done late at night on flat stretches of land across the country have hit 130+.

British Expats have also done better than 126 - Coronation claims to have hit at least 140 on a midnight mail train in 1980, and in Korea, Merlin claims to have hit 128 on a test train, although that was judged by timing mile markers as his speedometer wasn't functioning properly.

Problems arose before any of the engines had even reached the NRM, as Mallard's already sizeable ego had swelled to massive proportions, and several engines in the great hall were planning a justifiable homicide.

Then came the time restraints - none of the foreign locomotives were willing to uproot their lives and jobs for two years just to sit motionless in a shed. A two year exhibition was eventually negotiated down to a 6 month gala, much to the irritation and confusion of the NRM, who could not understand that the engines were still in service.

Then came the extra engines - Dwight and Dominion thought that the NRM knew about Fleece, and were quite insulted on his behalf when he wasn't invited - they threatened to not attend unless arrangements were made for Fleece to attend as well.

An utterly baffled NRM agreed, but also tore their record archives apart, as they knew that Fleece had been scrapped. The fact that his picture was plastered all over CSX's Florida Division website was all the more confusing as a result.

Meanwhile in Busan, nobody knew that Merlin had escaped the scrappers' torch and therefore did not invite him. He was only informed after K-Pop star Psy texted him from London to ask if he knew about the event, which was being advertised on television.

Merlin, having missed his friends from the LNER, decided that he would just crash the party, used some of his many vacation days, and took off for England on a cargo ship.

By sheer coincidence, all four foreign A4s hit the dock in Southhampton on the same day, and were delighted to see each other - especially Merlin, considering that everyone else had thought he'd died.

Meanwhile at the NRM, delight was not the word one would use. Befuddled, confused, shocked even, but not delighted. Their plans had revolved around 6 A4s, most of which wouldn’t be running - only to now discover that there were 7, all but one of which were functioning! (Mallard, the star of the show, was the odd one out, and it drove him crazy)

Then they got a phone call from their man at the docks saying that another one had showed up, looking like he’d driven out of a K-pop album cover, and they just gave up and started screaming.

Screaming is also what happened when the cavalcade of foreigners showed up in York - first of all, the quartet of new engines sounded nothing like they had when they left England.

Dwight had willfully unlearned his Upper Crust British accent by 1971, and had fallen deep into a California accent (quite similar to what Scotsman sounds like - coincidence? No.)

Dominion and Fleece hadn’t tried to unlearn their accents, but 40+ years of living in North America can really dilute the Britishness. It doesn’t help that Dominion has developed most Canadian vocal tics eh?

As stated above, Merlin has a weird fuckin accent, and now he speaks English with a strong Yorkshire accent, but will occasionally and without warning drop into a Korean/Yorkshire hybrid accent.

The screaming also happened because the NRM had wanted to repaint the duo trio! quartet?! into LNER garter blue, and were promptly informed that “we’re painted like this for work! Don’t touch it!” (the sole exception was Dwight, who hadn’t pulled a real train in 14 years, but he liked his Daylight Limited paint), so instead of the new arrivals showing up in LNER colours, they showed up looking like THIS:

Having their long-lost siblings show up looking and sounding like THAT had quite an affect on the A4s and the other NRM engines:

Bittern could not believe her eyes - to the point where she actually began making noise about seeing an optometrist

Union of South Africa almost backed through a wall

Sir Nigel Gresley was speechless for two days

Mallard was so angry that he actually chipped a tooth during one of his rants about “the impropriety of it all!!”

Evening Star laughed so hard that he managed to derail himself without moving

City of Truro almost cracked a piston from shock

Alycidon spent the entire gala coming up with more and more laser focused jabs at Mallard - who was so easy to fluster that the Deltic needn’t have bothered

Oliver Cromwell and Green Arrow made fast friends with the new arrivals, and spent the entire time learning ‘Americanisms’ to annoy the other engines with.

But what about Flying Scotsman? Where was he in all of this? He was generally considered to be the “leader” of the NRM fleet (much to Mallard’s annoyance), and was usually who the other engines turned to when things started getting out of control.

Did Scotsman calm things down? Like hell he did. The inmates were running the asylum from the moment that Scotsman saw the other A4s - more importantly saw Dwight - and immediately greeted them in flawless Californian.

This actually set off the building’s security alarm, as Flying Scotsman saying “DUDES! Wassup?!” caused such an uproar that the noise broke several exterior windows.

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And all of this was in the first few days - there were six months left to go.

There was one railtour attempt. It was supposed to feature Bittern and Sir Nigel running in tandem, but instead featured Dwight and Merlin, mainly because Bittern wanted to see what would happen.

They exceeded the max speed limit for steam traction within 15 minutes, sparked a thorough investigation by the RAIB, and got all future steam powered railtours for the Gathering cancelled immediately.

On the plus side, the two engines did prove that it was still possible for a steam train to hit 100 safely.

One thing that baffled the other engines was the inordinately large number of people who turned up just to see Dominion, and the one person who kept turning up to see Fleece - it took a lot of explaining for them to understand that Dominion had been married three times, and had children (adopted) and grandchildren from all three marriages coming to see her. A similar amount of explaining was required to explain that Fleece’s girlfriend/partner wanted to see him too.

The normally chatty Dwight and Scotsman would suddenly clam up whenever Dominion and Fleece teasingly tried to ask about their love lives, something which wasn’t unnoticed by the other engines, but got similarly nowhere.

The answer to why they both shut the hell up was explained when a lot of shouting broke out in the yard of the NRM one day about a month into the exhibition:

Irene Eisenhower, not content to sit in California and count her billions, quickly grew bored without her husband, and decided to go to England and be with him. The fact that she definitely did not fit the UK loading gauge was never even a consideration, and so she just showed up in York on the back of a lorry, having informed no-one of her arrival, and content to just pay off the requisite people if a fuss occurred.

A fuss did occur, and it was only ended when Scotsman managed to convince the museum’s curator (who at this point in his life was regretting ever thinking of this damned gathering) that Irene was a ‘temporary donation’ to the museum.

[Scotsman, who definitely hid his Cali accent from museum staff the entire time, has one of the best poker faces in the world]

Dwight was overjoyed, and so was Scotsman, for initially unclear reasons. Then Irene managed to grab both her husband and Scotsman, dragged them behind a shed, and [THIS IS A PG13 HEADCANON] the both of [PG13]. Turns out that while Scotsman may have slept his way across the US a few times, he was actually ready to settle down with Dwight and Irene - they were a throuple way back in the 70s, and those passions haven’t faded. When Scotsman reluctantly left the US in 74, a lot of the reluctance was because of those two.

This bombshell of a revelation went over interestingly at the NRM. Some engines (Green Arrow) were happy for them, some were incensed (Mallard - although it was for anti-American reasons, not homophobic ones), and some were intensely curious about what was going on in the outside world (Bittern).

The ‘foreigners’ (as Mallard had taken to calling them), were deeply displeased at how their fellow engines were being treated - while a lot of them were ‘in steam’, some were not and might never be again, something they found abhorrent. Unable to do anything at that time, as the NRM was not a for-profit entity and therefore did not have anyone to bribe, (Irene’s solution to things is to throw money at the situation) the engines started talking about how life was different in the outside world - namely that engines were still working hard, even when they were over a century old and running on steam power.

This was of great interest to engines like Evening Star and (6220) Duchess of Hamilton, neither of whom were likely to be steamed again, and Bittern, who was growing more and more curious with each passing day. Dissent began to slowly build against the NRM curators, and the culture of the United Kingdom in general.

One thing the foreigners did try do something about was Ellerman Lines. The poor bastard had been sectioned to show his inner workings, much to the jaw-dropped horror of the foreign A4s, who made such a stink about it that he was moved outside the museum by NRM staff, who must have thought that the engines lacked object permanence or something, because that didn’t make it better!

Irene Eisenhower, who was beginning to get really sick of the nonsense that the NRM called preservation, (Scotsman was not in running condition, and had been hastily reassembled mid-overhaul in order to be cosmetically ready for the event, and let’s not forget poor Ellerman Lines) elected to bring the event to a close on her own after only three months. She did this by eventually putting her immense wealth to good use, and called for a haulage service to rescue the engines from the NRM without the knowledge of the museum staff. Aside from the A4s, she also took Ellerman Lines, Scotsman, and Bittern (who had asked to go) with her, and only bothered to inform Ellerman and Bittern - she was not about risk Scotsman having another “think of England” moment and staying.

The haulage firm was efficient and the cargo ship was waiting, so the engines were in international waters before the NRM opened the next morning.

Much swearing occurred in England that day, and the NRM’s image has yet to fully recover from the PR story that they had sold Flying Scotsman (and Ellerman Lines) to a reclusive American billionaire.

Privately though, the NRM does not care, as that story is a lot better than “Someone stole our engines and we’re not allowed to get them back because as it turns out we’re slaveowners, so no international court will help us.”

Also, despite their multimillion dollar “donation" from the I. Eisenhower Opportunity Fund, they still haven’t been able to fully pacify their engines, all of whom have somehow gotten the idea that they should be running in main line service like they live on Sodor or something...

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Dwight, Scotsman, and Irene all live happily together in the sprawling Eisenhower estate in Malibu. Irene is currently lobbying the California state government to legalize polygamy, with moderate success.

Ellerman Lines, after a lot of therapy and a full rebuild, is now working on a short line in Wyoming. He likes the scenery.

Bittern followed Dwight, Irene, and Scotsman to Los Angeles, and used her ‘connections’ (Dwight) to get a supporting role in Avengers: Age of Ultron. Since then, she’s gotten several roles based on her own merits, including an Emmy nomination for Best Guest Appearance in a Comedy.

Merlin spent a few months in LA before he went back to Korea. He is very thankful that he was able to reconnect with his brothers and sisters, and that his homeland has good internet, as he video calls his family across the Pacific almost every day.

Golden Fleece still lives a quiet life in Florida, but finally decided to tie the knot, and married his girlfriend in 2017. The ceremony was supposed to be quiet, but Irene Eisenhower has no idea what that word means.

Dominion of Canada continues to baffle non-local trainspotters when she runs commuter trains into Toronto. She is now a great-grandmother.

7 years later, and the term “Great Gathering” is still a forbidden phrase in the back rooms of the NRM.

#ask response #long #really long #I wrote this for like me and two other people at most #national railway museum #flying scotsman #Headcanon #ttte #ttte adjacent #bittern #mallard #train headcanon #locomotive rights headcanon #extremely specific headcanon #headcanon

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ryosei-hime · 3 years

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Laugh, Laugh, Cry: A Riot Rental

Angel rents Robo-Fizz to get to know him better. I should probably note that this is set pre-pilot, so it's just Angel on his own for the most part. With Cherri as his main friend and support. Also available on AO3.

Angel put out his cigarette and blew one last cloud of smoke in the air as he leaned back on the chaise lounge in his dressing room, waiting for his special delivery. He turned the business card the robotic jester had given him in his fingers lazily as he thought about it.

He didn’t know why he’d bothered to call and rent him. He didn’t find him particularly attractive, not physically anyways. He certainly exuded a sexual energy that Angel could appreciate but the clown aesthetics were just all wrong for him.

But he had a certain kind of charisma that made Angel want to get to know him more. Something mysterious? Chaotic, that was for sure. He seemed like he could be fun to party with and this was the easiest way to get in contact with him. He looked up at a knock on his door and smiled.

“Come in.”

The door swung open and Fizz posed seductively against the door frame, running his hands down his body as he shook his hips a bit.

“Sp-special delivery.” He looked suddenly surprised to see him. “Why, Mr. Spider! We me-eet again.”

“Like you didn’t know,” Angel sat up, a pair of hands gripping the edge of the chaise as he pushed himself forward. The other pair crossed as he gave Fizz an unimpressed look. “My name’s on the door.”

“So, it is.” Fizz said with a grin, studying the star there as if just noticing it before stepping back out suddenly.

Angel quirked a brow and craned his neck in an attempt to see where he’d gone. Fizz did a short cartwheel back into the room, a stretchy arm pulling the door closed behind him as he landed on his knees and slid to the chaise lounge. His hands gripped the edge next to Angel’s to stop his momentum, leaning up towards his face.

“Hi, hot st-stuff.”

Angel didn’t move or let on how impressed he was by the new entrance. He did have his flair and his erratic behavior made Angel want to see what he’d do next. But he didn’t have to let Fizz know that.

“Hi, yerself,” he replied coolly.

“Miss me?”

“You left an impression.”

His free hands came up to cup the jester’s face. He had an adoring look as he stared up at him. Not that Angel wasn’t used to being admired. But he suspected it was no strange thing to Fizz either and he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t all part of the act. He was a client right now, after all. Fizz turned his face in towards a palm, smiling.

“Wh-what’s on the agenda, sweethea-eart?”

“Nothin’ really. Just wanted to see ya again.”

Angel released his face and leaned back, posing just a bit. He didn’t feel comfortable enough with the other entertainer to drop the cool porn star act yet. Fizz stayed on his knees, and Angel could feel his eyes tracking up and down his body. It made him smile.

“Like what ya see, pal?”

“Who do-doesn’t like a masterpiece?”

“Good one.” He smirked and held up a finger, beckoning him. “Get up here. If yer good, I’ll let ya touch the art.”

Fizz did as he was told and joined Angel on the chaise lounge, keeping his hands to himself. Well, wasn’t he the obedient one? Not quite what he expected after the scene he’d caused when they’d met.

“What was all that at the party about?”

“Fun,” Fizz replied, grinning.

“You make a habit of pissin’ off yer clients?”

“O-only the ones I don’t like en-enough to see again.”

“Not a very good business practice.”

“I don’t get to ke-ep the money so why should I ca-are? It’s more about what I think’s worth the b-beating.”

Fizz’s voice was as sharp as his teeth and Angel wondered if that was the mask slipping a bit or still part of his act.

“Ya got a phone?”

“For wo-ork.”

“That’s what I thought. Here.”

Angel tossed a cheap prepaid flip phone at him. He looked a little confused as he caught it.

“One your boss don’t have access to.”

“Th-thanks, but I can’t give you fr-free sexting.”

“I don’t wanna see ya as a client.” Fizz tilted his head slightly in confusion. “Thought we could hang out off the clock sometime.”

Fizz chuckled. It started out low before he burst into a full on cackle. Angel raised an eyebrow and eyed him uncertainly.

“What’s so fuckin funny?”

“I’m always on the clo-ock. I don’t need to eat, sle-eep, or br-breathe. And I’m literal pr-property. You think I get ti-ime to myself? That’s the hei-height of hilarity.”

“What, you never stop workin?”

“Only for m-maintenance. An-nd as you can see, there’s as little of th-that as they can get away with.”

“Shit, and I thought I had it hard.” Angel looked genuinely disappointed. “How’re we ‘spose to party together if ya don’t have time off?”

Fizz looked intrigued.

“You really want to be fr-friends?”

“Sure, why not?”

Fizz seemed thoughtful for a moment.

“I have an idea.” He grinned from ear to ear. “Offer to t-train me.”

“Train ya in what?”

“Acting. You’re the b-best porn star in the industry-y. Make Mammon think you could im-improve my ability to acquire repeat cu-customers and you’d even get paid to be with m-me.”

Angel grinned back.

“I like it. Yer more than a pretty face, huh?”

Fizz’s conniving smirk turned into an innocent smile as he put a finger to his lips and tilted his head, eyes wide to enhance the cuteness factor.

“I don’t know wh-what you mean.”

Angel laughed and Fizz stuck out his tongue. Angel held out his second pair of arms as he leaned back, supporting himself with the first.

“Well, I told ya if you were good you could touch the art. How’d’ya wanna touch it?”

There was an excitement in Fizz’s eyes that was a bit flattering as he wrapped his arms around Angel’s torso a few times before pulling himself in and planting his face in his chest fluff. Angel shook his head as Fizz rubbed his cheeks against it happily.

“Yeah, that’s a popular exhibit.”

Angel let himself fall back on the chaise, taking the jester with him. Fizz curled up on top of him and he put a pair of arms around him in return. Another hand rested on his head.

“You can be kinda cute, ya know that?”

“I’m d-damn cute,” Fizz replied, voice muffled as he buried his face as far into his chest fluff as he could.

Angel gave a little laugh.

“First time I ever paid someone else to let ‘em feel me up.”

“If y-you want your m-money’s worth, you still have an ho-our and a half to use me.”

Angel’s hand stroked his head softly and the humor left his face.

“Nah. That’s not what I’m after. I like this.”

“It’s nice,” Fizz agreed. “You’re so-oft.”

“The arm thing ya got goin’ on’s pretty good. Ya get a lotta people wantin’ to be squeezed?”

“Yep.”

“Figures. You gotta be in high demand with crush fetishists.”

“Th-they have to sign sp-special waivers. I’ve killed a few ca-cause they don’t know when to tell me to-to stop.”

“Sounds like that’s on them.”

“What do you do wh-when you’re not working?”

“Party mostly,” Angel replied. “Guess you only get to see the parties your clients take you to. Probably all borin as shit. We gotta get wasted with Cherri next time.”

“I can’t get wa-wasted.”

“Fuck what do you do for fun?”

“Fu-fuck with people,” Fizz said with a laugh.

Angel was caught off guard as he blew a raspberry in his chest fluff. He’d burrowed so far in that he managed to apply the tickling sensation directly to his skin. Angel shrieked in surprised laughter and pushed at his head.

“Stoppit!” Angel cried, as Fizz fought against the pushing limbs to get another in. “Fermare!”

Angel pushed him off and held him up entirely, all arms out now. Fizz smirked down at him as he hung in the air, arms still coiled around Angel’s torso.

“Mm. I-i-I like em strong.” He gave Angel an appreciative grin. “Got anym-more arms hiding in there?”

“Crazy bastard,” Angel shot back, a faint smile lightening his features. “Do that again and we’re over. Got it?”

Fizz nodded, the coils of his arm shifting around Angel like a snake as his hand stretched up to cross his heart. Angel lowered him again, cautiously, letting him cuddle close once more. He seemed so satisfied with himself, face the picture of smug as he rubbed his cheek against Angel’s fluff again.

Angel honestly couldn’t wait to show the jester his first night of real freedom. As crazy as he seemed under someone’s thumb, it was guaranteed to be a wild night once he’d been set loose. He ran his hands over Fizz lazily here and there as they resumed small talk and planning.

#Helluva Boss #Hazbin Hotel #Angel Dust #Angel Dust Hazbin Hotel #Robo Fizz #robo fizz helluva boss #Angel/Fizz #myfanfics #stuffididmyself

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freemanverse-casualcomp-au · 3 years

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Behind GorgeousMan’s Legacy

When GorgeousMan’s name known across the international Tekken community? Well, it was started from Antoine’s first big tournament in EVO and creating history among North American Tekken community.

Most of all, Dean’s company was the true MVP behind his success.

(2 years before Antoine and Dean got hired by Black Mesa...)

(Antoine: 22 y/o. Dean: 21 y/o)

“WAIT, WHAT?! YOU MANAGED TO ENTER INTO EVO TOURNAMENT?!”

Antoine lightly laughed as he saw Dean’s shocked reaction, his body got shaken by the shorter man as he babbled in excitement. “Nie, you aren’t representing any org and you just put yourself there? Aw fuck, I can’t- ”

“Woah, dearie, I gotta stop you right there for a second.” The bigger man pulled himself from the shorter man’s grasp. “I purposely not telling you about it because I guessed that you’ll get stressed out and both of us know how you handling yourself when you got something stuck in your mind.”

Dean scoffed hearing his roommates’ comment but didn’t give any kind of rejection because he knew he was right about it. He saw the shorter man’s worrywart side, always reminded him to eat or take a good rest without knowing that he neglected himself. Even when they were still at MIT, he was his reminder to all his assignments and schedules.

Gosh, he’s the nicest man he’d ever met.

“There are thousands of contestant to beat, Nie. Like, all of them aren’t coming without any kind of skills.” Dean muttered out loud, he let himself fell down to his beanbag chair as he pulled out his phone and started to type something before showing the screen to him. A picture of a mocha-coloured short-haired man showing off his wide grin as he held a glass trophy. “Rick from Aperture Games is also competing there as one of the top 8 players on last year’s EVO.” He scrolled the screen lower, showing a short jet black-haired woman wearing a white cap with some sort of grey symbol softly smiling at the crowd. “And the infamous back-to-back champion of EVO, adv1s0r from Combine Tech!”

Of course, he knew both of them. Johnny “Rick” Grady was one of the more known players among those who know the American Tekken. He came to represent the Aperture Games as he mowed down his opponents with Eddy, a middle-tier and speedy Tekken character that packs quite a punch if people managed to master his quick movements. Meanwhile, the mysterious “adv1s0r” from Combine Tech is a Korean player whose known for being the daughter of the Combine’s CEO and a genius for playing Dragunov, one of the supposedly top-tier characters and a heavy-hitter.

In EVO, however, North American players were underestimated too much.

Maybe he could make it into his advantage?

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” He took one of Dean’s palm and squeezed it gently, “I got a plan for that.”

“...You still doing the nicknames, huh...” Antoine’s heart fluttered, he sat beside him and put his head under the crook of Dean’s neck. The shorter man flinched at first, but then gave in and nuzzled against the taller man’s hair.

“Ah, you don’t like it, honey? The shorter man lowly hummed as if he was thinking about it, although Antoine knew his answer already.

“...I don’t mind it.”

“If you say so, Boo~” And both of them stayed in that position for a while, Dean scrolling through his phone while Antoine watched him out. It took him a while before realizing he was looking for EVO tournament information. Dean looked up at him with his infamous deadpan stare. “Uhhhh, what is it, babe?”

“Three days until the tournament and the main location is in Las Vegas, huh?” He kept staring at him, Dean’s green eyes met his darker ones. “Are you going alone or with somebody? Do you need to book an Airbnb? How about the plane tickets-”

Dean’s train of questions got silenced by a single peck on his cheek. His only response to that was another dead stare. “Calm down there, sweetie,” He gave the shorter man some pats on his head, burying his hand under those dark brown strands, “I’ve planned most of them already. Plane tickets are ready to go, along with the Airbnb booking and some replacement parts for my Arcade Pad.” He took the phone out from his hand and placed it beside him. “I just need a travel partner to go with, so you know where this conversation is going.”

“...You smooth fucker, I’m in.”

“I’m glad you catch my drift there.”

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“Nie, look, they also held Marvel vs Capcom 2 here, too! Wait, is that GO1*?! I can see him playing on Dragonball Fighter Z area from here!!”

Dean ran wild among the crowds and scanned his surroundings excitedly, while Antoine watched over him. He could see how his roommate’s green eyes sparkled upon arriving at the entrance, running around to every cosplayer and pointing at some of the players they both knew. Seeing his childlike side made his heart warm.

“Oh, and anyway,” Dean turned around to face him and pointed at him, no, his clothing, “most people are wearing t-shirts and other casual tops, and you really want to wear that?

Antoine looked down, checking out his black button-up blazer with a black hooded jacket under it, his white shirt and a navy-blue tie peeked out from the unzipped area. His black skinny jeans and white plimsoll sneakers accompanied his top perfectly. Meanwhile, Dean was wearing his favourite oversize navy blue hoodie with a pair of black 3/4 jeans and black-white running sneakers. His black beanie framed his clean-shaven face.

In his defence, he wanted to look a bit formal as a good first impression to his opponents.

Antoine looked back at the shorter man and shrugged, earning a small groan. “Damn, it’s hard to let go that old habit of yours, huh?” He flashed his smirk at his roommates, once again earning another small groan. “Guess I can’t really blame you. It suits you.”

“Of course it is, pumpkin~” He began to lightly flex his well-developed muscles, the result of going to the gym every day. “I am GorgeousMan, a North American Tekken player, ready to defeat my enemies in style~”

“Yea, I know you will...” Dean snatched on of his hands and pulled him as they walked together to the Tekken 7′s qualification booth. “There are more than a thousand and five hundred players, separated between seventy pools and you’re in the pool F602.” He stopped walking and pulled him to his front, then pushed him until they were facing the re-registration staff. “Remember to have fun when playing, Nie.” He gave him a single pat on the back and a small smile, then left him there as he walked towards the audience seat.

Well, time to have fun, shall we?

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He couldn’t believe his eyes.

He beat all of them in just two rounds.

He didn’t even struggle nor break a sweat as he demolished his opponents with King’s WWE-inspired moves, eyes locked onto the screen while both his hands expertly tapping buttons and moving the joystick, creating a dance for his character to follow and making combos after combos.

He emerged victorious inside his pool, putting himself inside the winner bracket along with other pool victors.

He survived.

And most of all, he’s acting like himself while at it, finger gunned the camera while winking at the audience sometimes. Most of them were surprised more of a fact that he wasn’t sponsored nor belong to any org, while he was dressed like someone that didn’t belong on the stage. Especially on his last match with one of the player. he could feel the searching gaze as he scanned his entire attire.

“I’ve never seen you on the major tournament before.” Was his most asked question during meeting other players. He could recognize only a handful of them, and only one of his match got properly viewed by the casters and pro players noticed his presence in the match from his iconic appearance.

“Beware of The Player in Hooded Blazer, he’s strong.”

The Player in Hooded Blazer, huh...

“Hey, Nie, you’ve been staring at the ceiling for a while.”

His thought broke and he took a glance at Dean, playing Half-Life 2 on his laptop beside him. Knowing his roommates, Antoine guessed that he’s trying to break his own speedrun record again by dissecting the game even further or looking for corners he could cut. His focus hadn’t left his game yet, but he could feel the shorter man’s intense glare somehow.

“No, it’s just- today has been very overwhelming for me...” That statement was true. This is the first time people acknowledged him for his skills rather than his background. His look became his trademark among both rising starts and older pro players. Even one of his opponents complimented him, saying that he “really is a gorgeous man” and that thought alone brightened his day a lot.

His roommate hummed a bit before pausing his game and closing his laptop, eyes now fully focused at him. “Don’t push yourself too hard.” He patted his shoulder and squeezed it gently, almost affectionate. “You’re still in progress to adapt to this kind of environment. You got yourself a name and a reputation among those who have played against you and some who watched you play.” Dean’s lips formed a small smile. “You are no longer just another small problem to forget, you are now in their wanted list.” He gave him some more pats on his shoulder before packing his laptop back and laying down on the bed. “Your next few days will be harder than today, so take some good rest for tonight.”

Antoine knew personally that Dean was bad at comforting people, but this is the first time he’d seen his genuine attempt to comfort him.

...He’s too nice for his own sake...

The taller man smiled softly, looking down at the smaller figure beside him before finally laying down next to him.

...Maybe choosing the room with double bed for cheaper price wasn’t a bad idea, after all.

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It's the second day on the tournament and he hadn’t been lost even once yet. Some of those players that he’d beaten was known from their performances at many international tournaments, only for them to look in awe as Antoine’s King perform his infamous back break and body slam. Nobody was safe from his grasp, not even the legendary JeonDDing* and NOROMA*. Many agencies and gaming orgs were taking an interest at him and some of them even offered a place for him in there, but he turned all of them down.

Overall, he felt incredible.

He only needed one more win to get into finals.

“Nie, there you are!” He turned around to the source of the voice, watching as Dean jogging to him while holding two bottles of Pocari. “You’ve been playing for a while there,” He handed one of them to him, which he accepted, “so you might need to chill for a bit before meeting your last opponent.”

The bottle was cool to touch, he assumed his roommate got it from the vending machine. He opened the sealed cap and took a few good gulps. The cool, slightly salty liquid washed out some of his fatigue a bit and refreshed his mind a little. He let out a satisfied huff, throwing out the now-empty bottle into a trashcan beside him. “Thanks, babe.”

“Yeah, yeah, your wel-”

“Wait, is that the orgless player who put some top players under loser’s bracket?”

“Hooded blazer man...yes, it’s the dark horse of this event!”

“Did you see him kicking pekos* with those sick King combos?”

Their conversation was cut off short as some audiences walked towards them. Their gaze of him was awfully familiar, sending some chills under his spine. He tried his nervousness under his usual prideful smile facade. “Hey, what are you guys up to?”

“Bro, we saw your matches and we’re very impressed!” A̶r̶e̶n̴’̴t̴ ̶y̸o̶u̶ ̸t̷h̴e̶ ̶n̵e̷w̸ ̴s̶t̵u̵d̸e̶n̴t̵ ̴f̸r̵o̴m̷ ̸t̷h̶a̸t̵ ̶v̶e̸r̵y̴ ̷r̵i̶c̷h̷ ̸f̶a̸m̶i̶l̵y̷?̵ ̷T̸h̸a̶t̵’̸s̶ ̷s̴o̸ ̷c̴o̶o̸l̶!̷

Wait, what the-

“Yeah, can you give me tips for playing King? I wanted to main him personally now.” C̷a̵n̴ ̷y̷o̶u̸ ̷b̷u̷y̵ ̷u̷s̸ ̴s̸o̴m̵e̷t̷h̸i̶n̷g̶,̵ ̷f̷r̸i̴e̴n̵d̶?̶

Why those cursed memories have to come out now?!

“We’ll be cheering on you, man!” W̶e̷’̷r̶e̴ ̶c̴o̸u̶n̶t̴i̸n̷g̶ ̵o̷n̴ ̷y̸o̷u̴,̷ ̵r̴i̴c̶h̶ ̷g̸u̷y̶.̶

Nononononononoidontwanttogoback-

“Thanks for the support, guys!” Dean’s forced high pitched-up voice snapped those bad thoughts away in a single sentence, he could feel a pair of his roommate’s hands grasped onto his shoulder tightly and dragged him away from the forming crowd around them. Either it’s his imagination or he could feel slight tremble from both grips. After a while of turning and twisting their path, they’d found themselves back near the big stage and stopped. The trembling grip finally released and he heard a long shaky sigh.

“Dean, you goo-”

“No, that’s MY question to YOU!” Dean stomped his way to face him, pointing at his chest while maintaining eye contact. “You looked like you’re about to die there, and now I’m worried like hell!”

“You don’t need to worry about me, De-”

“I have the right to be FUCKING WORRIED, ANTOINE!!!” Dean rarely raised his voice, but it’s different this time.

Dean...frustrated?

“Please, Dean, calm dow-” Dean’s loud groan cut him before he could finish his words.

“See?! You just- you’re doing it again!!!” His breathing rhythm got shorter over time. “When you got stressed out or emotional, you don’t call me by those nicknames! I’m not that stupid, Nie!” He tried to hold his breath to slow down, but failed and now it's gotten shakier. “The last time you didn’t call me by names, you got caught back inside your dumb family drama and I need to wrangle you out from there.”

Ah, he didn’t notice the detail.

“I-I can explain-”

“GorgeousMan, please enter the stage right now. Your next opponent is waiting.”

He heard the announcement from the staff, but both of them didn’t break ther eye contact before Dean gently smacked his shoulder once and walked away.

Don’t get stressed out, that’s what his roommate’s indirect message.

Well, hope he could apply that advice on-stage.

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“Pardner, you’re one hell of a player back there.”

“...I screwed my combos for three times straight and almost lost to you. That’s not an achievement.”

“Tell that to when you went full ham and reverse sweeping on the match point.”

“Said the ones who interrupted most of my attempts at counter hitting on the first round.”

Rick, or Johnny, laughed upon hearing Antoine’s vent rambling, both sitting on a long bench outside the venue. Although he won against this southern player, the win wasn’t as good as those previous ones he’d earned in these two days. It somehow leaves a bitter taste to his mouth due to all those bad thoughts affecting his performance. He tried to loosen up, but Johnny’s Eddie only adding up more problems. It somehow helped him block out the thoughts and managed to beat him out of annoyance.

Meanwhile, Dean was quiet beside him, his eyes staring at the ground as if he wanted to avoid any eye contacts. He caught him glancing and the man immediately went back to staring down. Sometimes he saw him squeezing the pads of his fingers until they’re bluish or gnawing at his own thumb, littering it with bite marks.

From the looks of it, he’s badly anxious.

He needs to do something before Dean broke down.

“It’s been fun chatting with you, but we have to go.” Antoine got up from the bench and gently grabbed Dean’s hand. “Good luck on loser’s bracket, I heard you’re fighting qudans*?” The southern player nodded before pulling out his phone.

“Wait, can I have both of your contacts? We should meet up sometimes.” He raised one of his eyebrows.

“Both?” Johnny nodded again, his eyes shifted to the fidgety Dean.

“Aren’t you that Half-Life speedrunner DFree? One of my friends in the org is actually your biggest fan!” Dean stopped his fidgeting and now staring back at the player. “You might know him, he specializes in Portal speedrun-”

“You mean Ke- I mean spacey?” If there’s any trace of his anxiousness on his face before, it vanished into thin air, leaving only a pair of curious eyes. “The hyperactive space nerd who knows the entire space trivia?”

Johnny lightly chuckled. “Oh, you really do know him! Kevin would be delighted to hear that.”

“How’s Kevin? Is he still reading some space-related contents?”

“Hell, Ms Caroline bought him a dozen of NASA books and space encyclopedias and he’s now using that big brain of his to annoy Gladys.”

Dean cackled out loud, while Antoine watched him in awe. This is the first time he’d seen his roommate didn’t shy away from a conversation with other people other than him. “He’s legit older than me, and yet still as childish as ever.”

“True, right?” Johnny checked his phone screen and his eyes widened. “Aw shucks, ten minutes until the loser’s bracket begin and I need to go now.” And with that, he ran back into the venue, leaving both Freemans outside.

Now, time to tell him that-

“I’m sorry Nie, I’ve been pretty harsh to you.”

...Eh?

“I know I got out-of-hand at that time, I-I don’t want to see you like the first time we met a-and I got a bit panicky there and I shouldn’t raise my voice to someone older, but I di-”

He wrapped Dean with the warmest hug he could’ve possibly made. Slowly, his hand stroking the dark brown strands below the beanie the man was wearing while rubbing circles on his back in a comforting manner. “That’s okay, dear. You have every right to do that.” He smiled, a small sigh of relief escaped from his lips. “I’m also sorry for making you worry back then, too.”

Both of them were now hugging in the middle of Las Vegas’ cold autumn and nobody disturb them.

“...We forgot to give Rick our contact, huh?”

“Don’t worry, he should know my Twitter username and send a DM there.”

They chuckled, the tense atmosphere between them has vanished.

This is nice...

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EVO’s Sunday Stage is always the biggest part of EVO, with variations of arcade fighting gamers and fans gather around under one building for one thing; watching the peak of the tournaments.

In Antoine’s case; Tekken 7 finals.

To be honest, he’s not fully ready yet. As in “How the hell he managed to go to Top 4 while orgless and a newcomer?” kind of not ready. In addition, Rick got eliminated by qudans*, making him the only North American player in this big Sunday Stage.

The stage is way bigger than the last two days. Big screens, big stadium, a big number of audience, everything just overwhelmingly big.

He’s not just nervous; he’s incredibly anxious.

“Today’s first semifinal match is going to be an interesting one, between a newcomer who has turned himself into the dark horse of this tournament, the rumoured Man in Hooded Blazer GorgeousMan, versus The Defending Champion of EVO adv1s0r. Who will move on to the final stage?”

The crowd explodes with cheers as he and his opponent entered the stage, his hands gripping down the arcade pad tightly. Now as he looked at adv1s0r’s face, she looks like one of those cold villains. Her lips pulled into a small frown and her black eyes lacked any kind of liveliness.

He feels threatened by her presence alone.

But he couldn’t back down.

Not now, not ever.

Whatever is the result, he’ll face it on.

He grinned widely, putting up his prideful facade once again.

(Goddamnit, he’s nervous, isn’t he? He couldn’t help him from the audience seat, but what if he...yeah that could work.)

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“And what a devastating defeat at the start of the round, with adv1s0r leading the match!”

Ah, he’s fucked.

He made mistakes around the combos and that little shithead’s Dragunov just fucking up with him from time to time. His hands were trembling as he fumbling with the stick and buttons. With the added pressure of stress, he’s not in his top form.

Overall, he feels like shit.

It’s been a long time since he cursed this much, but yeah fuck this.

He took a big gulp of bottled water and tried to re-calibrating his fingers again, reciting every combo from his head, but his nervousness still sticking there.

Also, this fucking headphone is uncomfortable as hell, he better let this go or else-

As soon as he pulled out his headphone, his ear was greeted by the loudest cheers he’d ever heard from the audience. Although he’d heard many kinds of cheers from many EVO tournament he’d watched, this cheer, however, was different.

The crowd were cheering for North America.

They were cheering for him.

He is their last hope to show what North American players could do.

And somehow, it replaced all the pressure in his mind with a newfound determination.

Grinning with pride, he relaxed his grip on his arcade pad.

Time for GorgeousMan to defeat his enemies with style~

(From the audience seat, Dean smiled. Looks like his plan worked perfectly.)

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Up forward, 4, 4, dash, 1, 2, dash, 1, dash, 1, 2, forward two times, 1, forward three times and press 2 and 4 at the same time.

That’ll be the final hit and-

“- and then OH MY GOD, HE DID IT!!!”

He jolted out from his seat and started to shout out of his mind, joined by thousands of the crowd’s erupted cheers.

His clothes were soaked with cold sweat and tears were falling down his cheek, but he didn’t care at all.

He’d reached the level he’d thought he never reach with his own skills.

Screw being a politician like his family once wanted, being himself is already addicting enou-

“NICE JOB, NIE!!!”

His body got tackled by a familiar hug of Dean’s, which he then returned the hug tightly. A warm feeling crept into his heart as he saw his roommate also tightened the hug. “I couldn’t do it without you, darling. Thank you for your companion.”

Dean flashed the brightest and most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. “Nah, Nie. You did it yourself.” He pulled himself out from the taller man’s side and pointed out at the crowd. “They’re for you. You proved that American players aren’t weak at all, and the cheers are their way of saying thank you. The only thing I did was just to convinced them to cheer for you.”

“Their cheers are your reward now. Go and respond to them.”

And then, he broke down in tears, sobbing out loud in both relief and happiness.

He was lucky to have a friend like him.

(Dean glanced at adv1s0r’s frustration face, he swore he saw a man in a suit on the corner of his eyes, but then he’s gone when he tried to take a good look at him, along with adv1s0r herself.)

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XXth October 20XX, the day when its Match of The Year became one of the most memorable among Tekken players, a name was known to the entirety of every North American player and worldwide as one of the sole North American Tekken players who managed to reach the finals through the winner’s bracket.

After placing himself on the 3rd place of EVO Tournament, he kept moving forward to annual EVO Japan and later Tekken World Tour after getting accepted by Black Mesa org.

Since then, he was feared as The Player in Black Hooded Suit, GorgeousMan.

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Footnotes:

- Players with (*) mark exist IRL. GO1, however, isn’t a Tekken player.

-(Up forward, 4, 4, dash, 1, 2, dash, 1, dash, 1, 2, forward two times, 1, forward three times and press 2 and 4 at the same time.) : One of King’s combo, resulting in 69 damages in 9 hits.

#Players' Background Stories #DFree #GorgeousMan

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minami97 · 5 years

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Gala Nights - Bruce Wayne x Reader SMUT

A/N: I actually wrote this years ago *cough* 2017 *cough* But I didn’t post it here. Anywho enjoy my Bruce Wayne/Batman smut :^)

Attending galas were not Y/n's cup of tea, socializing with other rich people of Gotham was a chore for her; especially trying to control herself from ruining her own image for attacking bimbos who were desperately trying to get her husband's attention.

"Mom, try this quiche." Dick held up a fork towards Y/n.

Y/n ate the pastry violently, Dick gave a bitter chuckle. "Relax mom, you know dad loves you."

The gala was driving Y/n insane as she almost punched her own son, Jason for making a witty joke. As Y/n was having her own tantrum, a dashing young man came up to her for small talk.

"Hello there miss, you looked kind of frustrated. My name's Milo Iairos, may I know what's your name miss?"

"My name's Y/n L/n." Y/n replied with a smile.

"Wait, The Y/n L/n? From the International Humanitarian Campaign?" Milo looked baffled.

"Yes. The Y/n L/n." Y/n replied with a smile that could make any men's heart soar.

As Y/n and Milo were engaged to their topics, someone was watching them with slight envy, while the boys just stood by the safe zone to watch the whole jealousy game from their parents unfold.

"I bet 5 bucks that Dad is super jealous of that guy talking to mom." Jason whispered to Dick.

"I bet 10 on dad." Tim chirped in.

"20 on father." Damian spoke out coolly.

Y/n was having a good time chatting with Milo about humanitarian topics until someone placed their hand on Y/n's shoulder.

"You two seemed to be enjoying yourselves." Bruce spoke out coolly.

“Miss Y/n here has some interesting views and ideas that could benefit the Iarios foundation,” Milo replied with a tone of admiration.

Bruce slightly winced as a complete stranger casually calls out his wife’s first name.

“Y/n does have a soft spot for humanitarian subjects.” Bruce replied as he pulled Y/n closer to him.

Milo got the message that both Bruce and Y/n were close, he excused himself.

“It is nice hearing your ordeals miss Y/n, feel free to contact me for any humanitarian related projects.” Milo handed her his card and went off to find other elites to make acquaintance with.

Y/n turned to her husband with a deadpan look, “You don’t have to scare him off like that Bruce. He is beneficial for the campaign I am involved with.”

“Well… I don’t like a complete stranger casually calling my wife by her first name.” Bruce growled by her ear.

Meanwhile, the boys were watching their parents acting like teenagers at prom made them barf mentally.

“Sometimes, they disgust me.” Jason let out a fake vomit sound. His brothers nodded in agreement.

~ Time skip, on the way back to Wayne Manor ~

The car ride home was a traumatic sight for the boys as they had to endure their parents being horny teenagers. Damian had his eyes shielded all the time by Dick.

“B-Bruce… stop.” Y/n moaned as Bruce sent butterfly kisses around her neck.

As soon as they reached home, the boys ran out of the car like wild animals to seek sanctuary in their rooms. Alfred just shook his head and chuckled.

Bruce was caring Y/n up to their shared bedroom kissing each other like they were still young. Once they were in their private quarters, he lets her down and resumed making out with her by the door.

"B-Bruce...” Y/n moaned with ecstasy.

He slowly slips off the sleeves of Y/n's evening dress exposing her breast. Y/n felt adrenaline rushed into her as Bruce fondled with her breast and teasing her nipples.

"O-oh my god~ Bruce~" Y/n moaned.

As Bruce trailed kisses all over her torso, he slipped the dress off of Y/n. He carried her to their bed and placed her down gently.

“I’m in my panties; you should strip off your tuxedo dear.” Y/n purred seductively.

Bruce smirks down to his wife, “As you wish my queen.” He strips off his clothes slowly. Y/n felt herself getting wetter each time as her husband discards pieces of clothing from himself.

“I need you dear.” Y/n huffed as she rubbed her thighs to ease herself.

“Patience, love.” Bruce replied as he hovered himself above Y/n.

He showered her with kisses while playing with her breasts, as Bruce moved lower to her abdomen area and planted more butterfly kiss, his stubble tickled her.

Bruce slowly played with her clit through her panties, "A-ah~ Br-Bruce" Y/n moaned.

He took off her panties and slipped in a finger into her entrance, which feels sent pleasure to Y/n. "Oh~ Bruce." She mewled.

Bruce thrusted his finger at a slow pace, he loved seeing his wife's lewd expression. As he inserted another finger, Y/n's pleasure level was a notch higher. Her moans were loud and filled with pleasure. The feeling of his fingers in her was arousing, "B-Bruce... I'm coming." She moaned. "Come for me, honey." Bruce told her. Y/n came, Bruce pulled out his finger and licked her juices.

Y/n let out shaky panting, her pussy was throbbing from her orgasm. Before she could even recover from the feeling, she arched her back from pleasure.

"B-Bruce!" She cried.

He was eating her out giving her all the pleasure, Y/n's hands were gently tugging his hair as she led out lustful noises. Once she climaxed into Bruce's mouth, she was flip on all fours. Her wet pussy twitched at the feeling of being watched, he let out a smirk and pounded her full throttle which made her moan loudly.

"B-Bruce~ H-harder~"

Bruce's pace was rough and fast, it drove her inner walls mad; she felt her uterus being violated that made her felt pure bliss.

"B-Bruce~" she moaned.

"Moan louder baby." He whispered by her ear, his hot breath caused her to shiver in delight.

He thrusted into her harder than before, she moaned louder than ever. Her womb was about to burst from his actions. She was about to reach her orgasm again, "Bruce~ I'm coming!" She moaned as she threw her head back from ecstasy.

"I'm about to as well honey." "Let's come together."

Bruce gave the final thrust that sent both of them to pleasure, "FUCK YES!" Y/n cried.

He pulled out his dick from her, his semen was flowing out from her.

"Best sex ever." Y/n sighed in content as she looked over to her husband.

"Just like our first." He replied with a tired smile and pulled her into his embrace.

The two slept the night away in each other's embrace until the next morning.

~ Extra ~

The boys were traumatized by their parents' nightly activity and did not sleep at all. In the morning, the boys had eye bags due to the lack of sleep. Bruce and Y/n walked into the kitchen giggling and laughing like teenagers, Bruce was showering Y/n with kisses.

"Mom, Dad. Get a room please." They whined. Alfred just let out a smile looking at the happy family.

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #batman fanfiction #batman #batfamily #batman imagines #batman x reader #Jason Todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #Batmom

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26th September >> Mass Readings (USA)

Saturday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time

Saints Cosmas and Damian, Martyrs

Saturday memorial of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

Saturday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Green)

First Reading

Ecclesiastes 11:9—12:8

Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, before the dust returns to the earth, and the life breath returns to God.

Rejoice, O young man, while you are young

and let your heart be glad in the days of your youth.

Follow the ways of your heart,

the vision of your eyes;

Yet understand that as regards all this

God will bring you to judgment.

Ward off grief from your heart

and put away trouble from your presence,

though the dawn of youth is fleeting.

Remember your Creator in the days of your youth,

before the evil days come

And the years approach of which you will say,

I have no pleasure in them;

Before the sun is darkened,

and the light, and the moon, and the stars,

while the clouds return after the rain;

When the guardians of the house tremble,

and the strong men are bent,

And the grinders are idle because they are few,

and they who look through the windows grow blind;

When the doors to the street are shut,

and the sound of the mill is low;

When one waits for the chirp of a bird,

but all the daughters of song are suppressed;

And one fears heights,

and perils in the street;

When the almond tree blooms,

and the locust grows sluggish

and the caper berry is without effect,

Because man goes to his lasting home,

and mourners go about the streets;

Before the silver cord is snapped

and the golden bowl is broken,

And the pitcher is shattered at the spring,

and the broken pulley falls into the well,

And the dust returns to the earth as it once was,

and the life breath returns to God who gave it.

Vanity of vanities, says Qoheleth,

all things are vanity!

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 90:3-4, 5-6, 12-13, 14 and 17

R/ In every age, O Lord, you have been our refuge.

You turn man back to dust,

saying, “Return, O children of men.”

For a thousand years in your sight

are as yesterday, now that it is past,

or as a watch of the night.

R/ In every age, O Lord, you have been our refuge.

You make an end of them in their sleep;

the next morning they are like the changing grass,

Which at dawn springs up anew,

but by evening wilts and fades.

R/ In every age, O Lord, you have been our refuge.

Teach us to number our days aright,

that we may gain wisdom of heart.

Return, O Lord! How long?

Have pity on your servants!

R/ In every age, O Lord, you have been our refuge.

Fill us at daybreak with your kindness,

that we may shout for joy and gladness all our days.

And may the gracious care of the Lord our God be ours;

prosper the work of our hands for us!

Prosper the work of our hands!

R/ In every age, O Lord, you have been our refuge.

Gospel Acclamation

cf. 2 Timothy 1:10

Alleluia, alleluia.

Our Savior Christ Jesus destroyed death

and brought life to light through the Gospel.

Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel

Luke 9:43b-45

The Son of Man is to be handed over to men. They were afraid to ask him about this saying.

While they were all amazed at his every deed, Jesus said to his disciples, “Pay attention to what I am telling you. The Son of Man is to be handed over to men.” But they did not understand this saying; its meaning was hidden from them so that they should not understand it, and they were afraid to ask him about this saying.

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Saints Cosmas and Damian, Martyrs

(Liturgical Colour: Red)

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Saturday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading

Wisdom 3:1-9

As sacrificial offerings he took them to himself.

The souls of the just are in the hand of God,

and no torment shall touch them.

They seemed, in the view of the foolish, to be dead;

and their passing away was thought an affliction

and their going forth from us, utter destruction.

But they are in peace.

For if before men, indeed, they be punished,

yet is their hope full of immortality;

Chastised a little, they shall be greatly blessed,

because God tried them

and found them worthy of himself.

As gold in the furnace, he proved them,

and as sacrificial offerings he took them to himself.

In the time of their visitation they shall shine,

and shall dart about as sparks through stubble;

They shall judge nations and rule over peoples,

and the Lord shall be their King forever.

Those who trust in him shall understand truth,

and the faithful shall abide with him in love:

Because grace and mercy are with his holy ones,

and his care is with his elect.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 126:1bc-2ab, 2cd-3, 4-5, 6

Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

When the Lord brought back the captives of Zion,

we were like men dreaming.

Then our mouth was filled with laughter,

and our tongue with rejoicing.

Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Then they said among the nations,

“The Lord has done great things for them.”

The Lord has done great things for us;

we are glad indeed.

Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Restore our fortunes, O Lord,

like the torrents in the southern desert.

Those who sow in tears

shall reap rejoicing.

Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Although they go forth weeping,

carrying the seed to be sown,

They shall come back rejoicing,

carrying their sheaves.

Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Gospel Acclamation

James 1:12

Alleluia, alleluia.

Blessed is the man who perseveres in temptation,

for when he has been proved he will receive the crown of life.

Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel

Matthew 10:28-33

Do not be afraid of those who kill the body.

Jesus said to his Apostles: “Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul; rather, be afraid of the one who can destroy both soul and body in Gehenna. Are not two sparrows sold for a small coin? Yet not one of them falls to the ground without your Father’s knowledge. Even all the hairs of your head are counted. So do not be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. Everyone who acknowledges me before others I will acknowledge before my heavenly Father. But whoever denies me before others, I will deny before my heavenly Father.”

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Saturday memorial of the Blessed Virgin Mary

(Liturgical Colour: White)

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Saturday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading

Genesis 3:9-15, 20

I will put enmity between your offspring and the offspring of the woman.

After the man, Adam, had eaten of the tree, the Lord God called to the man and asked him, “Where are you?” He answered, “I heard you in the garden; but I was afraid, because I was naked, so I hid myself.” Then he asked, “Who told you that you were naked? You have eaten, then, from the tree of which I had forbidden you to eat!” The man replied, “The woman whom you put here with me– she gave me fruit from the tree, and so I ate it.” The Lord God then asked the woman, “Why did you do such a thing?” The woman answered, “The serpent tricked me into it, so I ate it.”

Then the Lord God said to the serpent:

“Because you have done this, you shall be banned

from all the animals

and from all the wild creatures;

On your belly shall you crawl,

and dirt shall you eat

all the days of your life.

I will put enmity between you and the woman,

and between your offspring and hers;

He will strike at your head,

while you strike at his heel.”

The man called his wife Eve, because she became the mother of all the living.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

1 Samuel 2:1, 4-5, 6-7, 8abcd

My heart exults in the Lord, my Savior.

“My heart exults in the Lord,

my horn is exalted in my God.

I have swallowed up my enemies;

I rejoice in my victory.”

My heart exults in the Lord, my Savior.

“The bows of the mighty are broken,

while the tottering gird on strength.

The well-fed hire themselves out for bread,

while the hungry batten on spoil.

The barren wife bears seven sons,

while the mother of many languishes.”

My heart exults in the Lord, my Savior.

“The Lord puts to death and gives life;

he casts down to the nether world;

he raises up again.

The Lord makes poor and makes rich,

he humbles, he also exalts.”

My heart exults in the Lord, my Savior.

“He raises the needy from the dust;

from the dung heap he lifts up the poor,

To seat them with nobles

and make a glorious throne their heritage.”

My heart exults in the Lord, my Savior.

Gospel Acclamation

see Luke 1:28

Alleluia, alleluia.

Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you;

blessed are you among women.

Alleluia, alleluia.

Or:

see Luke 1:45

Alleluia, alleluia.

Blessed are you, O Virgin Mary, who believed

that what was spoken to you by the Lord would be fulfilled.

Alleluia, alleluia.

Or:

see Luke 2:19

Alleluia, alleluia.

Blessed is the Virgin Mary who kept the word of God

and pondered it in her heart.

Alleluia, alleluia.

Or:

Luke 11:28

Alleluia, alleluia.

Blessed are those who hear the word of God

and observe it.

Alleluia, alleluia.

Or:

Alleluia, alleluia.

Blessed are you, holy Virgin Mary, deserving of all praise;

from you rose the sun of justice, Christ our God.

Alleluia, alleluia.

Or:

Alleluia, alleluia.

Blessed are you, O Virgin Mary;

without dying you won the martyr’s crown

beneath the Cross of the Lord.

Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel

Matthew 12:46-50

Stretching out his hand toward his disciples, he said, here are my mother and my brothers.

While Jesus was speaking to the crowds, his mother and his brothers appeared outside, wishing to speak with him. Someone told him, “Your mother and your brothers are standing outside, asking to speak with you.” But he said in reply to the one who told him, “Who is my mother? Who are my brothers?” And stretching out his hand toward his disciples, he said, “Here are my mother and my brothers. For whoever does the will of my heavenly Father is my brother, and sister, and mother.”

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➳ Dead and Gone

❛ pairing | dark!ubbe x reader

❛ type | oneshot

❛ summary | out of jealousy, ubbe kills reader’s ex-husband. the one she once thought was dead.

❛ warnings | jealousy, murder

A loose end could make anything go to naught. To his grave, grave misfortune… he had grazed over a loose end. His cup of ale was nearly dry and though he went to pour another, Hvitserk was there to receive him.

“He’s going to take her back.” He rumbles in his naturally gravely voice. Ubbe looks up from his drink, wiping his sticky beard clean. He’s drinking to numb the fear.

“It means nothing to her,” Ubbe says though the words are mechanical on his tongue at best. Hvitserk props up his eyebrows to form long streaks along his forehead.

You don’t actually believe that Ubbe, do you?

Ubbe takes up another cup, fighting against the nonexistent chains weighing him down while taking a long chug.

“Nothing from her husband that she once thought was dead?”

A miserable emptiness settles in his belly, turning his blue eyes to fixate upon the object of his affection. His wife. Not this… fucker’s wife. You were laying upon your marital bed with a seizure of laughs erupting from your lips.

“Father rejected your proposal three times! Why did you come a forth?”

Your ex-husband cheasily smiles, shrugging his shoulders as he turns his cup shyly in circles. Ubbe can see it in his eyes. The longing-- the wait that the blacksmith had gone through until he could come back to your arms. He missed you.

“Stupidity, I think. He didn’t send your hounds after me! I think he liked me. He was just too fearful to say so.”

“I think so!” You laugh in response. “He was upset... when you disappeared.”

“Was he?” Jómarr says, feigning some bullshit pity me face that made Ubbe’s stomach churn. “Not so upset that he didn’t force you to marr--”

Are you that delusional, Ubbe?

It wasn’t a issue if... it was an issue of when.

He isn’t sure if Hvitserk actually said such words, or if it was the Hvitserk of his mind, but it is all the same. Ubbe’s cup collides with the table. You jerk from your words with your ex-husband, stretching and calling out his name.

Ubbe!

“I’ve got it, (Y/N).” His brother makes his way from behind the heavy oak table, chasing after him as he steps out into the winter cold. It’s slurrying around him when Hvitserk steps out with his warm furs. Ubbe’s hands are busy, twisting and flapping his black hunting knife. His family… it would be sundered.

“He has to die.” Ubbe angles his head, snow catching in the patch of smooth rolls braided into a ponytail. He clamps his jaw shut.

“I’ll help you.”

“She can’t know,” Ubbe says, tremulous and cognizant of the need for artifice. “No one can know.”

Hvitserk wipes the snow off of his patchy honey facial hair, tongue poking out to caress the bottom of his lip. He rocks on his boots, then reaffirms any residual concerns that his older brother may have.

“When has that been a problem, brother?”

He wishes the man was less of a good man than he was. The man to his great disapproval was perfect in nearly every way. He would work with the blacksmith, banging metal on top of metal to form beautiful swords, cutthroat daggers, and sharp axes. He never took another wife. He drank to excess when required of him and at the same time, would cut his losses and return to the empty cabin he built from scratch.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

“Prince Ubbe.” The man clatters his hammer on the ground while holding the scalding prick of a thin, elongated chunk of metal. “It’s good to see you.”

Ubbe pulls his sword of its sheath, thrusting it onto the stands supporting showing pieces for those that had ordered from him. He rubs the sweat out of his eyes with muscular forearms.

“Jómarr.”

“How can I help you?”

Ubbe folds his arms one over another, standing with his arms slightly apart. His eyes settle upon the young blacksmith, leaving him no choice but to abandon his work and come around the pit where he was working.

“You’ve been visiting my wife.”

Jómarr stops in front of him, rubbing his ashen hands together. He bites his lower lip and settles with the irony taste on his tongue. He simpers at the prince, clearing his throat like a hornet had settled in his throat.

“I had no intent on--”

“I know what your intentions were.” He takes a small step forward. The blacksmith steps back.

“You think that you can charm her back into your arms,” the prince says. There is a dangerous undercurrent in his voice. One that Jómarr knows is malicious. There are plenty of weapons scattered about the room. Jómarr has one better.

“We can settle this with a duel,” Jómarr suggests, allowing Ubbe to turn into a dark corner of his workshop. Any prince was tasked with upholding the principles of their people. After a heavy beat of silence, Jómarr gurgles. A strap of leather cuts off his breath. Ubbe draws his short dagger from his back. He buries it into the man’s ribs, several pointed thrusts piercing him in perfect succession. His hard eyes glitter in pleasure from seeing Jómarr’s eyes go out, Hvitserk fighting every bloody flail until he was nothing but a heavy and limp body in his arms, in and out of consciousness.

“Should we bury him?” Hvitserk asks.

“Don’t bother,” Ubbe walks to a basin of water, cleaning any evidence off his blade. Hvitserk bears a sardonic smile, looking into the slow-burning flame of the workshop. “No one will remember him.”

“Let’s just burn him.” Hvitserk says far too jovially.

He drops Jómarr carelessly, then takes up his leg toward the flame. Ubbe takes a glance at his blood-lusting brother who chucks the strap of leather into the flame. Of course, Hvitserk couldn’t leave it there. It’s something of a strange dream when he bends down and helps swing this kind man over the flames. He smells crisp like the remnants of Jarl Borg after father blood-eagled him.

It was done.

Ubbe wakes with a start, your tears were wrenching over your cheeks upon the corner of the bed. He could ask what the reason was for your tears but for what? He knew the source of your pain. He lays stroking the bed for some time, a dull expression in his eyes. The flame warming the longhouse flickers low, leaving a shadow that flickers over the pearling tears down your cheeks.

“You’ve heard.”

“Tell me you didn’t do it.” You ask him for both the truth and a lie because it could have been either Hvitserk or him who ultimately did Jómarr in. He sits up in your marital bed, the sheets low around his hips.

“Do it?” Ubbe repeats, clearly missing your point. He’s not that stupid but still it aches him to see you so visibly shaken-- even if he was the source of the ache. This was... this was for your good. His good. Your marriage would be better off for it.

“Tell me you didn’t DO it!” You shout through the longhouse, reaching over to strike your palm against his bearded jaw. He catches your hand, twisting you over to lay on your back.

“Listen to yourself. Why would I do that?” Ubbe plays off.

“Out of jealousy.” You wretch a sob, bubbling over your cheeks like drops of rain. “Out of knowing that he was mine?”

He was yours? His eyes blow wide, now unapologetic in the events surrounding the day. Killing Jómarr, the young man who came in to pick up a weapon and skating out while everyone was far too busy to worry about the young princes who encountered the dead bodies.

You were in love with him. After all this time. That-- that couldn’t be. You were his. He-- He was yours. There was no room for third parties.

“There would be nothing to gain.” He replies.

The weariness seeps over you. He reads it on your face because of course, it was a relief. But then, in the same breath, it was not. Maybe this was the price for ridding himself of any suitors.

“I... I know.” You chalk out, knowing it was true. One he would pay gladly a hundred times over if it meant you here, climbing into his arms when he offers them out to you. Your cheek settles on his chest, smearing wet tears that should have filled him with grief. You weave in and out of bouts of tears.

“It’s just... I thought I lost him.”

You speak again after a moment.

“And then I did.”

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#Ubbe #Ubbe Ragnarsson #dark!ubbe #dark!ubbe x reader #Ubbe x Reader #Ubbe/Reader #Vikings imagines #vikings imagine #viking imagine #vikings/reader #vikings x reader

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woollyslisterblog · 5 years

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1834 April Wednesday 2 (part two)

[continued on recto]

12 lit[tle] cork oaks, quercus suber planted 2 to 3 y[ea]rs ago on the terr[a]ce b[u]t do n[o]t seem to do well – ver[y] fine bushes of box planted ab[ou]t 40 years ago and yew and common laurel - and in anoth[e]r part a cut yew hedge and w[oo]d suffer[e]d to grow wild by the pres[en]t possess[o]r, and now grown into fine trees - the flow[e]r gard[e]n on the salon side the hedge deem[e]d as too crowd[e]d assemblage of queen-calle beds on flat grass - plot bet[ween] the h[o]us[e] and terr[a]ce - the flower garden in th sa[me] genre, on anoth[er] din[in]g r[oo]m ? side the h[o]us[e] not qui[te] so crowd[e]d and look[e]d bet[ter] - the kitchen gard[e]n close to Helmsley and too far fr[om] the h[o]us[e] – along a neat [?] one of the long[e]st train[ed vines I ev[e]r saw - the boll ab[ou]t 20 in[ches] in circumf[erence] at about 18 inch[es] fr[om] the bot[tom] I sh[oul]d think the branches were some of them 10 y[ar]ds long train[e]d horiz[ontall]y al[on]g the h[o]us[e]-

off from Duncombe Park at 5.55 and at the Inn in a few min[ute]s – ord[ere]d dinner then stroll[e]d out to the cast[le] and in the pret[ty] pict[uresque] vil[lage], there little riv[e]r runn[in]g down the mid[dle] of it tow[ar]ds or rath[e]r from about and down from the good large very neat church-c[oul]d clearly trace the doub[le] moat ar[oun]d the cast[le] – din[ner] at 7:45 - good roast loin of mutt[on] and pancake and for somet[hin]g to drink, t[ea] immed[iatel]y afterw[ar]ds – f[ou]nd we sh[oul]d ha[ve] seen Byland Abbey pass[e]d it w[i]thin a few y[a]rds this morn[in]g ab[ou]t 5 m[ile]s from here – h[a]d up the mast[e]r of the h[o]u[s]e agree to go b[a]ck tomor[row] to see Cottwold church m[ile]s, Byland Abbey, Ampleforth Rom[an] Cat[holi]c col[lege] and thence by Malton to Langton 9 miles with 4 horses whereby 1/3 and leaders as agreed, at 1/. [shilling] p[e]r mile - to walk to Rivaulx the 1st th[in]g after br[ea]kf[a]st - Miss W [Walker] sat nett[in]g while I wr[ote] the who[le] of today till 10.25 - the morn[in]g clear[e]d up and we ha[ve] h[a]d a ver[y] fine day and a beaut[iful] red-skied ev[enin]g -

the mast[e]r of the h[ou]se told us he h[a]d his farm easy en[ou]gh - had been [al?]low[?]d £40 a y[ea]r - 80 ac[re]s and the h[ou]se at £110 p[e]r ann[um] - but then was not post[in]g en[ou]gh to pay - for he w[a]s oblig[e]d to keep 6 horses on acc[oun]t of the cour[ie]r to and fr[om] the h[ou]se - L[or]d F [sec?ed] at the castle here - Mr. Jonathan Gray of York [sec?ed] it - and Mr. Thomas ? Phillips , who lives n[o]t far fr[om] here , is the land stew[ar]d - £44,000 and at Kirkby moorside £7000 p[e]r ann[um] - he has a million in mon[e]y - hold of 2 or 3 large est[a]tes – inco[me] altogeth[e]r £151,000 p[e]r ann[um] – ver[y] near parsimon[iou]s and hot in his temper b[u]t he is so to his own family as well as to the ten[an]ts – n[o]t a cot[tage] of 20/. [shillings] a y[ea]r let w[i]thout his knowl[edge] - went to my r[oo]m at 11.15 F 54° at 11.50 PM

- [one tick in the margin]

Full entry from SH:7/ML/E/17/0015 verso and recto

#gentleman jack #anne lister's diary #anne lister #ann walker #lesbian history #god this took an age to write up

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captorcorp · 5 years

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hmmm i wanna start a new cosplay but idk shit about fuck (long rambling about cospains under the cut)

like. first of all i’m moving for college so idk when my next con will be bc idk where i’m going yet and i can only do local cons. so i could have almost no time to work on it or too much time depending on when their local con season is

second of all i hate how tough it is for me to cosplay feminine characters. like, first of all Breast is required for half of them to fill out shirts and such which. don’t have much of (on the otherhand that’s an absolute blessing for the 99% guy cosplays i’ve done), also i can’t apply makeup to save my life so. biggest rip. i managed with mina pkmn a few years ago but since then idk my face just doesn’t feel feminine w/o makeup

though i mean like. the makeup is a problem for all cosplays, the most i can do is like spread foundation everywhere and hope for the best??? but even that barely covers acne and stuff plus sometimes it doesnt look good, and i can’t get it to stay and not stain stuff w powder. eye makeup is painful, i can’t do eyeliner to save my life and tbh i look kinda weird in it?? maybe i’m just doing it wrong

on the note of skin stuff, i really struggle w acne... it’s not like, cystic acne or anything but when i see any slightly raised spot i have to Pick and then it gets worse and never heals. my face is like. permanently red from that shit tbh. skin care in general is a big oof, i really need to a) stop picking at shit and b) maybe get more skincare stuff?? i have a cleanser but dunno how effective it is

(weight talk tw for this paragraph) and there’s the problem of weight??? i don’t mean in terms of ‘oh i’m too fat/thin for a character’ bc cosplay what you want but like, my weight’s fluctuated between 160 and 100 the last few years so i have some cosplays that are baggy on me now (luckily those are older and suck anyway) and like, my noa cosplay is a fucking corset on me now bc i was at my lowest weight then. recently i’ve been really steady at around 130 for the longest time??? but even then, that’s ~10lb more than like 3 of my recent cosplays so f on rewearing the pants for those unless i lose weight, cosplay sizing is a struggle already w/o weight fluctuation

and contacts, oh fuck. i already need glasses so that’s a rip for cosplays but w/e, i’m fine w blurry vision at cons between panels. the problem is weird eye colors... characters w blue eyes, good shit i don’t have to worry about that. anything else?? f, hope it’s not noticeable. eye color is a dominant feature?? rip. heterochromia?? rip. weird alien eyes w colored irises/whites?? rip. my eyes are really sensitive so idk if i can even handle contacts, i haven’t tried them but i’d really love to be able to do wild eye colors in cosplay...

the biggest problem right here: i can’t fucking sew. well i mean i kinda can, but not well enough to make full pieces for anything, only to like *slightly* alter things but anything more complex than bias tape and i die. also, can’t style a wig to save my life (can’t style my own hair either but that’s a different problem) the most i can do is trim the bangs as long as they’re generic spiky front style.

actually that’s not really a huge problem, because i can commission costumes/wigs, but that’s really expensive... the only wig i’ve commissioned before was $120 and i’ve only commissioned small cosplay pieces rather than a full outfit, all which are pretty pricy. plus i won’t get better at cosplay unless i practice myself... but it takes so much money to go through all that trial and error, lots of cosplays that turn out terrible and i’d have to remake, lots of time and little motivation to sew, etc etc and while the majority of my income goes to weeb shit anyway i’m worried w moving to college soon i don’t want to spend that much

also there’s like. general body image issues about proportions/facial features/etc but can’t really help that so not gonna complain about it but that’s an Issue too

i bring all this up bc i'd love to cosplay the somnium files mystery white-haired girl but that involves every single problem on this fucking list, she is 100% out of my skill range and i c r y

#kcat talks #cosplay is fun but every aspect of it is absolute madness

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suburban-satan · 5 years

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shit my friends say

So I made a list of all the wild shit my friends say, started in January 2018 and still going. It's one year old I guess? Well, enjoy what I have so far!

2018 -d a d d y w i s e -well there’s chains on the ground so that must mean this was a kinky sex dungeon -GORSH MICKEY NOT MY G SPOT -I can wait until I turn 40 so I can troll Japanese Girls on roblox -what if we all looked like mike wizowski but our heads were the same size as they are now -I wanna give pot to a bird -I take pills without water -daddies cummie wummies are the best cummie wummies -enjoy your nonexistent stomach acid -cum glaze -I hope you choke on MY meat -who hasn’t been on pornhub -(wipes tears away and starts belting despacito) -MY GAY IS BEING TRIGGERED -that omelet looks delouse -is semen a liquid or solid -iTs nOt aQuaNauTs yOu uNculTurEd fOoK -vaginas are scary -what is menstruation -you should change your name to pussy something -my gay has been activated -“have you ever owned a vibrator?” “No” “would you like to rent one” -“do you like glazed or cream filled” -wHaT dOeS cUm sOuNd LiKe -he is on too much fertilizer -sometimes cum is hot I know from experience -if you jerked off at the speed of sound would your dick be on fire -I don’t have a sonic fetish -can your dick ignite because of the heat of your cock -aren’t dicks like cannons -who the fuck draws a glowing peepee on a skeleton -honey Freddy freaker is dancing in the living room -does penis smell like garlic -she don’t swallow in this household -*downloading garrison nudes* -don’t you realize that tentacle porn is just using octopus arms as a dildo -frickle my nipples -Minecraft porn consists of the male genitalia replaced with a stick -OOPSIE WOOPSIE!! Uwu We make a fucky wucky!! A wittle fucko boingo! The code monkeys at our headquarters are working VEWY HAWD to fix this! -“I’m big for an asian” -cockilicous -“His anal glands need milking” -fready flipper -FREADY FAPPER -daddy better make me choke -does Freddy freaker have a mutated alien dick -sonic breaks the sound barrier by beating his meat -the sun looks like it’s gon vore you -bootyhole exploration -is megalovania sex music -i like to drink cock -cum is just genital snot -penis musk -Shid piz and farbt -Bull + shit = sis it don’t add up -Hey don’t tell me at least once in your life you haven’t thought about being gently caressed across the genitalia by the kraken -I swallow boba like i swallow cum -I wuv fungus kun, the way he waps a awond my tosie wosies so tight! He’s gibing me a huggie!!!! Fungus kun gibes my tosies a new color too!!!! Wat a good fungus kun make my doki doki go “ UAU” heeheehee -eating banana with the banana peel -orang juce -father I want cheddar -don’t you just look at someone and think about how long their neck is -breathing is just boneless vaping -get outta here juuling criminal -yall ever succ a dick for juul pods -unironically drawing miss piggy -“Jack don’t let go 😱🤭🤭, jack sweetie 😐👀 if you let go 🙊🙈 you’re weave 🙀🙀 gone 😇😘💅” -I've been watching spooky movies for 5 hour -omg it’s daddy sans undertaker!!! -bröther -I ate my sister -are you'd's't've kidding me? -oh youtube please don't show me the shrek movies rn -My brother is calling me out on the family group chat for eating a bowl of peanut butter -Hamilton is best girl -get outta here you fuckin loyalist -what doesn’t cum have -drink flex seal and you won’t have to worry about a marriage -I feel water. -“Superfood or supergross? Is Sperm good?” -coochie hands gucci bands -just imagine trying to cast a spell and then you get disturbed by a banjo -toto africa is sex music now and everytime they say rain it’s just cum -y'all ever burp in your mouth and exhale it through your nose like a vaper -how dare them make my green senpai an honorable member of society -If you didn’t search big boobs video on google at least once are you really a Gen Z kid????? -laugh pussies -i’m watching the history of japan on pornhub -we have the same name because we are secretly the same person -what if you eat your phone and it’s all in your tummy -why would you ever think i’m not serious all the time you silly dragon but we’re both (my name) so we can be the silly dragon together -why would you wash your face before you go to bed when your tears wash it off for you *wooshing noises* -I want to drive a bus because I like busses -my shoe broke -why does everyone talk about the drugs i’m eating -i’m going to break her because she’s talking about smoking cocaine and I don’t like drugs -(stage whisper) metal heads live among us but we don’t know because they look like normal people -oh bye mr music teacher -the pussy? designer. cucci, if you will. -DID I HEAR S A N S P O R N -"i'm about to nay nay on your dead fucking corpse" -alert alert the toes are coming -you got a fucking problem with my 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐬? -imagine using an oven for something designed for a microwave this post was made by the doesnt have much motivation gang -Please take my Minnesotan snow Wait that sounds like Minnesotan cocaine -when you funny scream -"dating the Bill of Rights for fun" is now exactly how I'm going to describe my hyperfixations -the penguin from fruit loops is a twink (bitch its a toucan) -if white cheese exists is there black cheese -What’s rosum opossum -whale cum -dicko mode -(GETTIN SOME CHRISTMAS SPIRIT UP IN THAT PUSS) -pennies more like penis amirite -It’s Sunday don’t forget to squeeze cheese on the cat -the grinch is dr seuss’s fursona -everyone is gangster until the trees start speaking vietnamese -big chungus is my dad -“if the apocalypse happened what would you do” “eat bees” -I'm tired as fuck but I gotta wait until it's 4:20 to go to bed -mom: you need to be reasonable and wait two hours before having another brownie me, stuffing my mouth full of brownie: br o w n y s -This honey in whole foods is in fucking comic sans -it's more likely that I'll guess someone is gay before I remember the existence of women -im gonna say it again for the people in the back:

i eat bees -Thanos penis, it's actually called a thenis -yort -uwu its the mowst thorstiewst time of the yeaw uwu -It is I Teh gromc -The gronk is here to say eat all the dish soap in the house -the grinch but he's wearing crocs the entire time -answer my question or else i will establish sans porn -You make him doki doki uwaaaaa!!!! -birdbox but all the bird sounds are replaced by cardi b noises -THE GROMPK IS TOO POWERFUL -consume ocean sauce -square up in judge judys court -half consumes ocean sauce -ice juce -frick stick -you guys wanna read undertale fanfiction -2019- -it might be 2019 but thats not gonna stop me from terrorizing my family's groupchat -(pineapple voice) first date idea: digest eachother -Wait dennys will arrest you for doing illegal things?? -pls purify me -my toes are very succulent today -two succs having flex two succs having sex my muscles my muscles involuntarily checks -f u r r y , N a s h . -Perfect for all occasions! Spill something on your nice shirt, give a messy blowjob, and sphagetti!!! -Do you want cum on your nice shirt??? -it would be nice if i had cum on my shirt -cocc succ machine -I KNOW TONGUE JUTSU -I feel like i’m in a meat prison -hi you obese elephant -plant porn is just flowey porn -We all love the out of the box 4am messages we get -YOU LIKE SNAS PEEPEE

#shit my friends say #shitpost #please help me #sans #I guess???#theres a lot of sans sorry #too many about peepee #enjoy #please dont be offended #bees #thanos #so sorry

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tofiveohfive · 5 years

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are you still answering questions?? when you're having a bad day, what are your go-tos to help lift your spirits? (or what are your go-tos if you're painfully bored?) what are your interests outside of 1d/larry? cats or dogs? 5 things you really like about yourself? your favorite things about some of your friends on tumblr? (@ them if you want!)

yes i am! thank u so much for sending these!

hm when i’m sad my go-to is the maine. idk why, but their songs & john o’callaghan’s voice comfort my heart & i always have a good cry & then feel all ~cleansed and move on haha. and more recently, i found out about the good place & that show has also become my happy place.

my interests are such a mess tbh kjdsfskio i like a lot of tv shows (friday night lights, one tree hill, nikita, suits, criminal minds, grey’s anatomy, etc) and movies & a lot of different music! definitely a cat person 🤗 and about myself aghhh fdjsjfhksjk 1. i dont find it hard to feel empathy 2. how passionate i am about public health & everyone’s RIGHT to have it 3. my spotify library tbh 4. the amazing friendships i managed to nourish throughout my life 5. my eyes idk fjdfsdk

ok this afternoon i wrote a whole post about why i love everyone in the BR gc 💛 so i’m gonna rant abt some other friends now:

@harrystark i can’t even remember when we became friends, i think ur my oldest friend around here & i appreciate u a lot. we’ve been through some wild times & u never disappointed, not once. i can talk to u about any & everything & i love u

@behisbest i dont even have words for u. u’re my sunshine, my soulmate. when i can think about the “pick someone who’s supportive” line w/o thinking about hl, i think abt u. u always brighten my day with ur neverending kindness & i would lay down my life for u. love u forever.

@thepeacering my partner in crime, someone who’s had to deal with me whining so often that it’s a wonder she hasn’t murdered me yet fjsdhfjkn i dont know how i became so lucky to have u in my life, basically falling from heaven right in front of me, but please know that im really thankful for it

@harrysholidays i’ve known u for???? such a short time, but whatever u are SO ENDEARING & im very fond of u & u always make me laugh with our dumb convos & i want u to stick around forever

@clarkjkents u (and nina. i can’t remember her last url 😭) are those friends that i almost never speak to but WHEN I DO i remember why i love u guys so much, because it feels like nothing’s changed. i’ve learned a lot from u guys & whenever i see u around instagram or twitter or whatever my heart feels WARM & full of LOVE i love & miss u both a lot

HONESTY HOUR!

#wow this got so long i'm sorry #THANK U AGAIN FOR SENDING THESE #sorry i ramble a lot #this is probably full of typos too ugh #anyway I LOVE U ALL A LOT

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gingerxtrash · 6 years

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As the years go on/3

Hey so I’m going to switch Lucy’s last name to Heartfilia for story purposes so please forgive me y’all ;-; And I’m also sorry for taking so long to update but I have been busy trying to find a job because I need money lol -Author’s note

---Third Person---

In the halls of Magnolia Academy it was crowded with people talking to each other and sharing their weekends activities. The halls filled with the innocent and not so innocent kids who use their lives to party or stay stuck in a house. Some of them complaining, and some of them gloating of their supposedly “fun” lives. In this school the kids are either the hunters or the prey to all sorts of abuse. Students that reside in gangs are the most dangerous kids in the school and no one dares to defy them. Even some teachers will let them get away with certain things because they fear those students. Every inch of Magnolia is a part of a battlefield of rival gangs who fight for what they want.

While the students are spread out through the hallway, everyone’s voices came to a stop once the front doors opened and revealed the ten kid gang members of Fairy Tail. Walking down the halls they all separated into pairs except for the leader of the group, Natsu Dragneel which is the future leader of Fairy Tail. The current leader is his father Igneel Dragneel, known as the “King of Dragons” and most scariest man in Matnolia. This makes Natsu the most feared student in the school, also known as the bad boy that every girl wants. He has salmon colored hair and black onyx eyes that any girl will fall for. A bonus to his physical figure is that he has the muscles of a god. Except for his murderous look, he is perfect.

Natsu’s P.O.V.

After opening the doors to this boring hell on earth, every head in the spacious room is focused towards me and my comrades. If someone was to drop a pen everybody would hear it with no doubt. People look at us either in fear or look as if they praise the ground we are walking on.

After a minute everybody goes back to their conversations about what they did during the weekend. I ignore the people (mainly girls) who are walking to me and finally approached my locker to get my books for the day. I open the small little metal door and see a necklace that has a small key with the sign ‘cancer’ engraved on it. I slightly furrow my eyebrows knowing that I can never give this to her. ‘Damn, why did she have to leave? Is she safe? I would do anything to see her again, to see those eyes.’ Natsu thought to himself but pushes away those memories. I close my locker to see a girl standing there who was wearing a very revealing outfit with a decent amount of cleavage showing and short shorts. This girl had silver hair and it was topped off with a cow lick on the top of her head. Most guys would jump to the opportunity to flirt with this girl who dresses to seduce, but that doesn’t work on me.

“What do you want Angel?” I said with a look of disgust on my face. “Oh wow Mr. Bad Boy you’re so scary” Angel said with a smirk spread on her face. “Well I don’t have time for girls who try to get guys from looking like a hoe” I said while walking away to my English class. Over my shoulder I see her mouth in the of the ‘o’, surprised by my comment.

I walk up to my friends/comrades and start walking together and had small talk to occupy the time while we all walk into a boring 45-minute class. “Yo Salamander, we saw you with that silver-haired weirdo just now, was she just tryin to flirt with ya?” Gajeel yelling over the voices of the students passing by. This boy has long spiky black hair and piercings all over his face and arms, in other words, “metal head”. Next to him is Levy and she has short blue hair, although she is pretty short so Gajeel never stops calling her shrimp. “Oh yeah, that whore is tryna add me to her sex list, hah pathetic right?” I said and earned a laugh from Gajeel. I look forward and see Erza and Jellal, the two that are never apart, always staying by one another’s side as if it’s their last day together. My best friend/rival Gray is with his semi-girlfriend (Juvia claims so but Gray won’t admit his feelings for her yet. But we all know he likes her back so we just say their dating already). Next up is Laxus, people consider him to be even more scary than Erza by a long shot, if someone messes with him they will most likely end up badly bruised or dead. He is accompanied by Mira who is considered scary and nice, which is probably a reason why her and Laxus get along so well. Lastly there is Cana and she is currently holding a bottle of apple juice, although it’s a disguise bottle for her booze. Well, she did make a goal of drinking the most “apple juice” in the world so she sure does not disappoint, although she is still drinking rivals with a “wild” man named Bacchus.

“Hey leader! We all know you don’t wanna go for any other girl because you’re saving yourself for Lucy “Cana said giving me a sarcastic wink while drinking from her “apple juice”. Everyone was a bit surprised to hear that name and looked a bit sad but quickly shrugged the thought aside and laughed at the joke, knowing that she didn’t mean it as an insult to Lucy. I proceeded to go into class to get to my desk in the back corner of the class next to the window. All my friends are sitting around me while everyone else is sitting next to me. On the other side of the room is Minerva, Angel, Jenny, Midnight, Racer, and Cobra. They call themselves the neo-seis and they are those one of the groups who oppose Fairy Tail. They call themselves that name because that gang was found from six people 50 years ago from some people who are long dead now. Minerva, Angel, and Jenny haven’t changed much over the years except having their tits and butt grow bigger like all other girls, well except for Levy. I don’t pay attention to Levy like that but Gajeel always fawns over her butt and makes fun of her boobs to annoy her. With those three girls I still consider them some hoes because all they do is find a cute guy with money and take them to bed. That is one of the only reasons why they have their little ‘boy toys’ defending them all the time.

Midnight has black messy hair and while long hairs on the front of his face, he also wears lipstick which makes him look a bit like a draq queen. Although, Cobra is a bit different. He also has chestnut brown messy hair and the tan skin every woman would want. ‘Dang, I sound really gay when I say that’ I thought to myself kind of shocked by that happening. He lost his eye a few years ago so that makes me slightly respect the guy, but never a comrade.

Once we all get settled into our seats the teacher, Mr. Bob starts the lesson assigned for today. Mr. Bob is a very fat, very bald, and a very ugly man. I don’t know why but this school has the weirdest teachers ever. “Okay class, we are going to learn about Roman Mythology, so I expect you guys to listen to this unit because it is something you all will br intere-“Mr. Bob was interrupted when the door slowly creaked open. All the heads in the room started to turn their heads towards the door including my friends. They had a scared and surprised face which made me a bit curious. I slowly turn my head to the direction of the door and I don’t believe my eyes…the first thing I see are the most beautiful chestnut colored eyes, ‘Lu…cy?’

---4 years ago---

Natsu’s P.O.V.

“I already have everything I want, but my goal is to never lose you guys as my dearest friends!” Lucy said with a big smile on her face. When I hear Lucy’s laugh my mood lightens up, when I see her smile I want stay with her, but the eyes are the most dangerous part of her. Her eyes will enchant anybody who looks at them. Out of everyone, I know Lucy the best because she is my best friend. And because of that, I know when she is sad when others can’t, I see through her fake smiles. I know that she has been bullied, abused, hurt mentally and physically but she refuses to have me help her. I don’t want to ignore the fact that she is hurting but she is very stubborn when it comes to the topic. She made me promise not to tell anybody and to not bring it up because it makes it sad for others to worry for her. Although, if I had a choice I would kill each one of them for even laying a finger on her. I don’t care that I’m only a 13-year-old, anyone who hurts my Luce will get hurt in return. That is why my goal is to become the strongest person, so I can protect her.

After everyone was done playing at the tree we all started to go in separate directions to go home. “Hey everyone, we should hang out tomorrow at the usual place” I yell out to everybody and they all cheered about that. I started to walk home and immediately was wishing that tomorrow would come so I can see my friends.

…time skip to the next day…

I get to the tree to see that everyone is there except for one little blonde girl, Lucy. “Hey where is Luce?” I said out loud. “I don’t know but she must be on her way right now” Levy said. I just nod, a little sad that she isn’t here yet, but I’ll just shrug it off for now. “Hey flamebrain, when are you gonna admit to Lucy that you’re uncontrollably in love with her?” Gray said smirking because he knows that it will get to my soft spot. “I’ll tell her when you use your head to tell Juvia you like her, Ice Princess” I say back and just turn away from him. Although he annoys me, I just don’t feel like fighting today.

After an hour Lucy still hasn’t arrived and I’m getting worried about her. “Hey guys I’m going to go to Lucy’s house to see where she is” I said to everyone. “Oi, we’re tagging along with you. If you haven’t noticed yet, we are friends with Lucy too.” Gray said with a side smile. “Yea, and I still need to see how you two interact so I can make the perfect plan to get you two together!” Mira said with a devilish face but let out a giggle. ‘Wow, I really don’t understand Mira at times because she is like a devil in the disguise of an angel’ I laugh nervously to myself. “Natsu, Lucy and Jellal are mine and I don’t like it when people take what’s mine so I will take the honors of leading the way.” Erza said with a scary look on her face causing me to step back with a sweat drop above my head, Jellal was blushing a little bit from the what Erza said. Levy looked angry at Erza’s comment but decided not to join in because she didn’t want to be scolded by Erza. “Hehe, Juvia thinks it is a great idea to see Lucy!” she said to calm down Erza and Natsu from starting conflict. I just look at Erza and then look towards the direction of Lucy’s house and my legs immediately started to walk there. *Sigh* “okay fine, I guess you guys can come” I said jokingly to my friends.

Once we got to the Heartfilia mansion all our hearts immediately dropped in immediate confusion, ‘What happened, where’s Luce?’. I’m too shocked to move at this point and I feel as if my heart was shattering. I see trucks parked at the sidewalk with people coming in and out of the house carrying the furniture. There is no sold sign, so these people are not taking all this stuff with the Heartfilia’s. Without thinking I run up to one of the men and asked where Luce was. “Sorry kid, they just left out of nowhere and left everything behind, so we were told we can keep anything we wanted. If I say so that is generous of such a wealthy family, although it was surprising that they went bankrupt out of nowhere. Well, things always can go downhill in life so it’s none of my business to pry into their problems.” Hearing this from the random man made my heart drop and I am slowly starting to become numb. Tears slowly started to form in my eye’s, but I refuse to let them fall in front of everybody. I look back to see my friends all upset just as I am. Gajeel and Laxus always hid their emotions but you could tell that they were sad because they stood still and looked down to the floor. Gajeel was also holding Levy in a hug to comfort her sobbing figure. The great and strong Erza looked down to the floor to hide the tears that are slowly falling from her eyes. Juvia had her hands over her mouth and tried not to cry. Gray and Mira just stood frozen with the look of sadness in their eyes. Cana didn’t drink her apple juice because she did not have the desire to take a sip because of the sadness of Lucy’s disappearance.

Levy surprisingly spoke up, “guys, Lu must have a good reason for leaving, she is not the type to just leave without saying goodbye.” We all knew Levy was right but didn’t want to admit that our Lucy is gone. No, I didn’t want to admit my Luce is gone so I will wait for her, even if it means I must wait for the rest of my life. That is a promise and I never break my promises.

---Present day---

“Lu…cy?’ I whisper to myself making sure no one heard me. She shared the same expression I have now, but it was mixed with an expression of sadness. She had on an oversized sweater and wore jeans that were a little over-sized for her. She was probably the same height as Juvia and topped off her appearance with glasses. With her ensemble someone could barely recognize that it was her, but I know it’s her because of that blonde hair that shine’s like the sun and those chestnut eyes that I have been yearning to see for the past five years.

The look she had on her face absolutely killed me and caused me to stay frozen in my chair. She looked so different from the last time I saw her and she quickly looked down to avoid eye contact with me, like she was hiding from me. My friends were in total shock and some of the girls were holding back their tears, as a gang member we should show little to no emotion. “Dear, what is your name and are you a new student here?” Mr. Bob said, excited to have a new student in his class. “Yes, my name is Lucy Hearfilia” Lucy said in a soft voice but was loud enough to be heard by the teacher. “Well it’s lovely to have you, can you sit next to the big, scary pinky boy in the back?” Mr. Bob said and returned to the lesson he was giving.

Lucy slowly started to walk up to us to take her seat and turned her head to look at the wall. Once she sat down in her seat she turned to look at all of us, “I am so sorry to all of you guys for leaving without a word, and I will understand if you guys hate me” she said with a blank face, but I saw the message she was giving me “Things can’t go back to what they once were, so please just forget about me”.

Chapter 1- https://gingerxtrash.tumblr.com/post/173317577354/as-the-years-go-on

Chapter 2- https://gingerxtrash.tumblr.com/post/173429902759/as-the-years-go-onch2

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➳ Ubbe’s Love Alphabet

A = Affection (PDA, what sort of affection they give)

Coming home after a long time away, there are no words. Just a playful kiss and up you go, over his shoulder and headed towards home.

He’s certainly affectionate. He’s known to flirt ridiculously with you in front of anyone, playfully fight with you and at times, he will indulge in picking you up and taking you out of sight.

B = Babies (Anything you want about babies)

“Seven, at least.” Ubbe runs his fingers over yours, naked upon his chest after a good long day.

Ubbe wants babies. Not just babies, but tons of babies just like his father had. He’s serious about raising them and being involved in their lives, and so reassures you that he won’t disappear like his father.

C = Cuddles (How they cuddle or are cuddled)

“Come here.” He motions after sex or when you initially join him in bed. In either case, he wants you close.

He likes to lead the cuddling. Whether he’s spooning you or with your chest to his, he likes to make sure you feel secure in his arms. As a lover, he finds that’s something that he wants to provide. Just like his father did, once.

D = Darling (Pet names)

“Wife.”

Simple pet names. He is particularly proud of calling someone his wife-- because he’s proud of you. He might at times use others in place of that, my love, as its simple and to the point.

E = Enamored (how hard do they fall when in love)

He doesn’t want to say he falls in love hard. But he thinks he somewhat does. He can often be found going after the woman he wants tirelessly-- even at the sake of his brothers who want the very same. He’ll win.

F = Firsts (A first on anything you pick)

“Not a word to my brothers.” He cringes. Hvitserk would never let this go.

His first hunt with you goes unlike what he expected. He expected to be the one to hunt something big for dinner, to bring back to your family. Imagine his surprise when your haul was bigger than his. How is he meant to impress your father now?

G = Good Morning (How do they wake you up)

Ubbe mumbles soft nothings, puffing warm breath across your skin.

With plenty of neck kisses and caresses. Before he goes out hunting, he likes to caress you with a hand while he dresses. On some self deemed lazy days, he’ll spend his time waking up slow and steady by cuddling you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs?)

Ubbe is a fan of tight I’ve missed you hugs topped off with kisses. After a battle, exhausted hugs are doable, but he prefers a passionate kiss to let him know that you’re proud of him.

I = In Labor (Labour and Delivery)

“I’ll be there.”

Present at all deliveries. He stands with his hands folded, watching carefully by your side. Ubbe feels a sense of pride when you’re in labour with his children, pushing them out with grace. At the delivery, he’s the most eager to get his hands on his child-- and show his other children their newest sibling.

J = Jealousy (Are they jealous? How do they handle it?)

“And that man?” He asks, just to hear you console him.

By getting rid of it. Ubbe is a confident man with rare need for jealousy. He can admit when he feels threatened by another man, however. Most often, he will be the one to step up and take care of an interloper by making a display of you.

K = Kisses (How do they kiss? How often?)

Often in public or in private. He takes his time with you, tickling your lips with his beard. His eyes with trail your features when he leans in, latching his chapped lips against your own, slow but needy sweeps of his lips against yours.

L = Loyal (How loyal are they?)

He’s as loyal as they come. “I haven’t given you reason to think otherwise.” He says, arms folded.

Despite leaving his insane ex-wife for you, he’s a loyal man. Although he might appreciate other women’s bodies, he’s prone to inform you-- and maybe coerce them into your bed at times. Communication is key.

M = Memory (Their favourite memory about you?

Ubbe’s eyes can’t help trail over to you as you draw cloth over Hvitserk’s legs, slowly watching your smile form between all of Hvitserk’s whining.

Where he first saw you: bathing in the waters of Kattegat with Hvitserk. It was probably not the best idea. They had no idea you had a pack of hounds-- and that Hvitserk’s leg apparently was a chewbone.

N = Never! (Dealbreakers)

“You should have told me.”

Someone that will try to force him to do something. He’s fully willing to speak to you about certain things, but when you go and hatch your own plans, he’s out.

O = On the Rocks (How do they make up?)

An apology. He’s not above them although he rarely speaks them to his brothers. Most often, he rectifies whatever brought the two of you apart. If he has something good, he wants to keep it.

P = Playtime (Any headcanons on sex)

“Surprise me.” He rumbles, looking to the candle in your fingertips. He has a feeling it’s about to get hot.

Ubbe can certainly do vanilla sex, but to keep his interest, he needs something more. He’s a man that wants to be known as being in control, being dominant while at the same time having a soft place to land and be dominated time to time.

Q = Quiet Time (How do they wind down?)

“In bed.” He smiles.

With dinner, sex and cuddling in bed. He doesn’t want to hear Ivar’s latest meltdown or Sigurd’s latest bitching, but rather have a quiet night with your body on top of his and a line of burning candles around the room. He’ll watch the flickering flame and enjoy the quiet.

R = Rapture (What makes them happy?)

“This was my father’s dream. And mine too.”

The thought of building a new life with you. His homelife was messy at best, broken to shambles at worst and that’s not the legacy that he wants to bring to his children. Now that he’s confirmed his father’s dreams, he wants to build a legacy out of obligation.

S = Soulmate (What do they think of soulmates?)

Ubbe folds his arms as you tell him, one over the other. “Are you alright? Did you hit your head?”

Skeptical at best. He has been told of his father’s soulmates: Lagertha and Athelstan. But his mother? She did not seem to have one as rumour of Harbard as being Odin hardly seems like a fitting soulmate. He’s not sure about having his own.

T = Together (What do you like to do together?)

Fight together, love together, build together. Ubbe likes someone that will be able to hold their own in home and out of the home. The ability to protect themselves and him at the worst of times is what he needs.

U = Unyielding (How do they handle interlopers on the relationship?)

“It won’t happen.”

No tolerance. Ubbe takes care of any issues before they become issues.

V = Vulnerable (Are they vulnerable often? How do they handle it?)

He is vulnerable when there is a need for it. Fighting with his brothers is a particularly vulnerable situation. He has no shame in speaking to you about his concerns-- keeping it out in the open.

W = Wedding (Wedding headcanons)

“Whatever you want.”

Ubbe’s wedding is painfully traditional. He wants it to be special-- even it special is traditional with any spin that you want to pull on it. His only request? The bridal race with his brother stays.

X = (E)x (How do they handle exes? What do they do if they see them)

"I haven’t seen you in some time.” His arms are folded, legs slightly apart. The words are cold. “You look nice.”

Closes himself off. If its in the past and he’s done with it, he’s done with it. If it was due to your preference, he may feel a distant longing for the relationship that he lost.

Y = Yearning (What do they do when they miss you?)

“I’ve missed you.” He whispers into your ear, running his hands down your back, tightening around your waist.

Bury it. As opposed to his brothers Hvitserk and Bjorn, having sex with random women doesn’t have an allure on raids. He waits until he can get back into his tent, back to that pier, to ravish you.

Z = Zzz… (Sleeping headcanons)

Most days, he can sleep peacefully with you on his chest. Your relationship with him is stable and in balance. When it is, he feels like he can rest. Though, he’ll never forget being attacked in his sleep and is a light sleeper.

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