#i had an idea and it had tog et out

[twistedoverbloat]

Hear me out ! Can you make this scenario please ? :

The first years gonna make a good prank they decided to pretend to be dead and ink thorns on their body when everyone saw that they were scared and Yuu who was still standing say

Yuu : I feel funny these days I rather sleep than stay awake (I Forgot the last part lol)

Then blood came out of their mouth and nose and the same thorns took shape on their body Everyone was screaming and crying 😂

The thorns that take.

So rq this has some gore so be aware but please remember this is a prank! Also it's just the first years I don't think Ortho is considered one? But I think that will just be very bad flashbacks for Idia.

Yuu and the first years got into position. The boys would act dead in their rooms with notes saying that Yuu was the one causing all of this and they all put the first years in the nurses office and ran to Ramshackle.

Riddle freaked seeing Ace on his bed eyes still opened ink pouring out and blood coming out out it with thorns around his neck. Deuce was on the floor with blood on his neck and ink on his hands seeing like he tried tog et them off of him but they tightened and he suffocated. Trey ran in when he heard the scream and Cater came after. They gagged at the sighed and Riddle was the one to find the note.

Ruggie was looking for Jack so so went to the track and saw him sitting down. He giggled and creepe up behind him "Boo!" And pushed him he flopped to the ground. He paused not likeing this, he touched Jack's shoulder woundering if he fells asleep. When he flipped him over he let out a shriek calling for Leona. Jack had thorns in his eyes and ink dripped down as blood caked his neck. Since Ruggie barely screams he rushed to him. Ruggie was crying high jack and Leona found the note.

Vil was pissed Epel missed his afternoon class!! He walked with Rook to the boys dorm and opened it and screamed seeing Epel. There was blood and thorns on the floor with Epels hands scratched up by the ink thorns too. Rook checked for a pulse and he rushed him to the Infirmary and Vil found the note.

Malleus was wondering where Sebek was so he asked Silver to get find him. He heard Silver shout for him to get him Lilia and he rushed to see Sebek on the floor in a pool of blood and black ink. He screamed for Lila and he popped up and his smile faded away "Give him here!" And with that he vanished. Silver was looking for clues and Malleus found the note. Betrayed he rushed to Ramshackle to get revenge for a fellow Fae.

They saw the thorns that Maleficent could conjure around the dorm. And they also saw blood going down the walls and saw Grim dead on the floor and the ghosts saying they needed to leave. Yuu came down with a crown of Thorns sticking into their head and Yuu told the dormheads that came that they didn't feel well for the last couple of day. Malleus stepped forward and touched their shoulder. Yuu looked at him "Malleus I rather sleep then be awake." He was confused and was going to ask.

Yuu then let the blood pour out their mouth and ink rushed out of their eyes and nose. Thorns slowly incase the body. Malleus panicked and tried to stop it but couldn't. The dormheads were crying because they lost the first years and the perfect. Then Ortho came out and apologized since the prank gone too far. The first years came out "Heeeyy." Ace said as Deuce helped Yuu up. Riddle through tears began to shout and curse, Jack had his ears turned back as Leona scolded him. Malleus hugged Sebek and cried since he though he lost a friend and was going to have to kill another.

Epel looked bored as Vil screamed at him. The first years and perfect got grounded. They said it was Ortho's idea and then Idia was the one to punish them all. They had to watch all the horrible animes. And worst they all were the questionable ones.

#prank #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu

[thoughtcock]

self manifestations for 2023/24 (progress)

[X] rent an better actual apartment, by myself or with someone else: I am currently here now :) sitting by myself in the comfort of my living room, while listening to lofi music on youtube as background. And boy, what an amazing feeling it is. it is merely just over 400 sq ft, a small size by most standards. yet its just enough for me and the bf who comes over.

I used to feel like I don't do well in the ordinary, life had to always be happening or I have to be on some unconventional route (i mean it kinda is but still) to be happy or whatever. But lately, I really do appreciate the peace and the ordinaryness. I now romanticise the chill/hiding away to my safe space. I love doing my silly little home decorating and just feeling present at this apartment. my safe space.

I gradually became a much more neater and organised person. seriously, i started making my own bed more regularly and you could point a gun at me and i would find it so pointless to do it. its just going tog et messy again so who cares? but now.... i see why people do it.

i thought me being messy was just a personality trait of mine and i hoped people around me will accept it. but i dont know... i guess there's this new-found form of respect i have for my space now, and keeping it tidy just makes it so much more pleasant for me. the only issue with that is i spend significantly more time tidying, and my boyfriend still hasnt caught up to speed yet.

But still... I finally get ikea catalogues and how they are always selling this idea of a beautiful home enriching your life. because its true. and i get why people buy picture frames and decorative tissue boxes and carpets and all. to make a space much cozier, which in turn makes u happier and more at peace. And I get why people buy extra practical things like a water filter, storage space for your appliances, a speaker, a standing desk. because why wouldnt you? it boosts your quality of life in different ways.

Yes, its not cheap to rent, but damn I would rather pay with money than with my mental health. for seven years i've lived with the bare minimum. mostly stuck to buying necessary stuff for my home, or barely buying anything at all for fear it will eat up the little space i was allocated to. and now to have the space(!!) and options to buy something just for the aesthetics is suddenly new to me again. for 8 years i've been living in cramped dorms/subdivided rooms/flat share. i am so grateful and i cant wait to make more and get an even bigger space maybe (i still wish for a bigger kitchen, and an actual designated to hang clothes without taking over the living room space).

In the meantime maybe i can start thinking about owning a home. though i still dont feel ready, need to save more haha

[ ] get my first tattoo: still in the works. all the artists i like are either based far away, or i am still undecided and frankly procrastinating. slighly worrying about the fallout with the mother. also there is a bit of inertia to just fuck it and out trust in an artist for a tattoo that im not sure of yet.

[ ] adopt a cat: unlike getting a tattoo, i dont think i can just bite the bullet and bring an animal to my life full-time. since having a family dog, i realised how important it is to consider how I really have to be responsible for a pet. And making space for said pet in your life. my family dog came to us in a "yolo" way of sorts, and while he is amazingggggg, i know if it were up to me i'll do so much more to give him a better life. and so, i would like to carefully consider everything before fostering one. and also because my new apartment is so great as it is, how can an animal live in it well without destroying the space i worked so hard for?

[X] adapt well in new job: giving this an X because so far i've performed better than how i did in my first year. but there's a lot of self-pressure and probably managerial pressure to step up and do even more, learn even more etc. tbh sometimes it feels like my brain is swimming from all these new things i've learnt or am expected to learn. i dont want to disappoint people, but i am also trying to give myself the space/patience to improve and be better. after all im paid much better to live in this nice apartment.

[X] buy fancy decorative stuff for said new apartment (eg. plates, candles, artsy fartsy stuff)

[ ] be reading more: definitely falling back on reading... sometimes its hard to get the attention span to do so. i've been told i should get back on self-help books. so far i've read more autobiographies. there are some books i own that take me back to chaotic times (Eg. 2019) and i'm sure if i even want to touch them for fear of bringing up not so great memories and how this city is quietly turning to shits. well at least i have my nice place as it turns to shit... privilege much?

[ ] continue to choose myself: i feel like its a half-half on this...

[X] be okay with change: something i read recently is how because nothing last forever, its best to appreciate things are they are now before they are gone. the glass is already broken. impermanence makes things more beautiful.

[ ] have more reflective alone times: unfortunately not doing as much of that, but i hope that will change!!!! sometimes i live life on autopilot mode, and i could feel myself living in that mode for months since i've stopped going to therapy. autopilot mode isnt bad, but yeah i know i dont truly reflect on my feelings much if that is so. and i find my thoughts so muddled and messy at times. its like what the fuck do i want sometimes, why am i overthinking this and that, am i doing enough of this and that bla bla,,, but i dont know WHY im thinking like that. sometimes writing this in word vomit mode helps to rationalise and write out all the things in my head which is great... although i feel like a terrible writer because everything is so messy and word vomity

[X] solo travel (either a beach getaway or city gal holiday, or both): my first solo trip coming up soon! a beach getaway is something i always want to do. im not going to plan much or keep everything to a schedule, just see where this trip takes me. im hoping to just chill and be rejuvenated, and yes try to be more reflective

[ X] turn off my brain when work is over: a WIP but i would say i've gone heaps and bounds since leaving my last job. work stops at 6 and i try not to open my emails/messages, but i guess with more responsibilities sometimes i cant help it. but i can safely say i do have more time for other things without feeling like some manager will find me to settle a story or whatever. it feels nice to have no one bug u after work hours!!

[X] maintain close relationships with the people who matter: not sure whether to tick this since i've become a lot more introverted this year. i no longer do big parties or try to organise one anymore. in that sense i do feel more distant from people now, sometimes i dont even know who matters and who doesnt. but this time, i feel perfectly okay with it. i think its the new house effect, i just want to stay home all the time. maybe the person who matters most in my life is me, after all.

[X] restart seriously saving and investing again: getting paid more helps. though i do need to re-evaluate my investing choices. i jsut need to be careful about lifestyle inflation and balance things properly. i started budgeting again this months so hopefully i can stick to it.

[X] stay away from people with bad energy: its actually easier to do that when u have a significant other and u are okay to be alone. no longer interested in clubs or gettign fucked up, or getting on dating apps anymore.

-[X?] feel valued in a workplace/relationship: yes for work, thanks to great managers and great benefits. relationship, i would like to think my friends value me, and as for my boyfriend? i guess he does in his own ways, though i would like to feel more of it.

New goals:

learn diving

solo travel/travel to more unconventional places

romanticising life more

take a chill hobby like coloring

exercise at least 1x a week

[inside-the-tardis]

Guten Morgen Manchester

I adore you and breathe your air as you fill me up inside.

I've been living here close to two years now and I wish to write and document all I feel about this city, all I know and what my perspective is.

Beginning, of course with football. A beautiful creation, the football and the game of soccer. I must confess I do not know what is an offisde, but like most other things, I have kept it a mystery for later. MCFC and MUFC, the battling giants, though not always so prominent have always been the city's flagbearers when it comes to athletic sports.

I have a personal vested interest in football and the like. I wish to undergo medical training (alot of it, self taught) and become a Sports Therapist and treat sport injuries, mainly centering around football, volleyball or contact sports.

The City itself offers much more besides sport. The house I live in, with all things considered is a beautiful, exquisite place, one of its kind in all of Manchester and many a people have address envy, though not much location envy as the building itself is situated outside the citys ring road. Not too far however as my apartment lies on Chester Rd which closely joins the Ring Road, leading to Deansgate-Castlefield in Manchester, which is one of the posh centres of the city. Deansgate offers a variety of pubs, restaurants and other such varied experiences including arcade games, and more drinking and more dancing with pubs ranging from expensive and bougee to trashy and cheap. All throughout City Centre and near Piccadilly Gardens, but more so towards Northern Quarter and Gay Village. Beautiful, beautiful areas of the city and so so special. Deansgate cannot be completely described without mentioning the arrayway of canals and multiple house boats that line the canal, with little colurful (one red, one green) bridges running across the water carrying trams, or people on foot. A very nice blend of modern by idyllic English dwelling, something I prize and miss and yearn and believe is part of my calling.

It is Gemini season which means all the enrgy around is in flux, it is intellectual and mercurial, it is witty and communicative, it eludes me and baffles me and still asks me to indulge, and I have but very poor outlets for frustrations of this kind. Writing helps, writing helps immensely but there is always the debate of digital versus physical. There is always the filtering and processing of the though flow, the thinking up of sentence,s of words , of concepts not easy to put into words, and the idea then remains lost, buried. Truly, language is complex and one must tread carefully, lest people be more prone towards misunderstanding and taking offense these days (we do live in 2023 now,,) and it is the most NOW it has ever been.

Close to noon on a beautiful Sunday, many thoughts and tasks run through my mind. I need to do much and many things I need to sort out before the week can begin. I have more than a few work tasks due and no idea how I'm going tog et around to doing them. As my sister is bunking with me currently and for the past two weeks we have had no free time to do all the things we have wanted to, because of work and because of life.

Today happens to be her last day in the beautiful city and a nice beautiful conclusion to the trip. I hope to see you when I see you, sister.

After which I have no respite and another date with a friend where we will talk, relax and have a bit of down time. More on that fiasco later.

While I don't start my work week on Mondays, I do prefer chill time and they plan on leaving by 4pm, which I believe is nice and decent.

There is alot I wish to put in writing before I die, alot of real work, but even more morgue work, trains of thoughts and snippets of my mind which all require documenting and recording, all of which I wish to compile into a digital? perhaps medium. So I can just log on and write, however, most stuff I write I don;t want peopel to read, so for those precious thoughts and in order to not lose my writing ability, I will continue to write with pens and pencils, for the rest of my life.

[niamhdonlan]

Do you think she knows? and Through My Eyes Page

Since I made the Riot Grrrl inspired page that in the end I scrapped, I knew that I really wanted to follow up on that idea and make a more developed version and ended up making my favourite page of the whole zine. It started if with a photograph I found on pinterest.

I really liked the colours and the photoshoot style, and thought it could look really cool as the background of the page. My aim was to create a mock up Riot Grrrl zines cover page, and a lot of this page was experimentation on pro create just like the Subhumans album page.

As I mentioned before this page was a lot of experimentation, with testing out the colours on the gradient map, and I really liked this purple outcome, I the made the photo a little smaller so it had a border which I thought quite front cover like. I wanted a lot of this to be handwriting and hand drawn sketches, so is didn't want to add too much on photoshop because of this, so found a little skull sketch on photoshop and I liked the look of it so I decided to add it, and when I put It on and used the magnetic lasso took to get rid of the background, it looked more like a sticker which I thought really fit the theme I was going for. I then found a zine cover and found two girls on the front, really showing key parts of punk clothing such as the leather studded jackets, and the badges. However after adding these I wanted to move on and add it to procreate.

With the top photo I want to show the creation process of of experimental it was, showing that in the end I had 32 layers of different pieces of writing and scribbles over the page, and the bottom photo being the final outcome. The first drawing I did was the drips coming from scissors, as I imagined blood coming from then but because the skull was pink I thought it would look fun if made them the same pink by using the eyedropper tool tog et the exact colour I wanted.

My next idea was to draw some poison bottles, I got this by thinking about past Riot Grrrl zines, and I remembered the zine Poison girls, I then researched a bit about the zine finding Blanca Garcia Paja write about this zine for LCC Zine Collection 'The impossible dream. Poison Girls magazine was the zine edited by Lance D’Boyle, drummer of the archo-punk band Poison Girls. It run for 4 issues between 1980 and 1986, and combined striking photo-collages with the lyrics and writings on the topics the band was interested about like militarism, sexual politics and the degeneration of capitalist culture and politics.' Referencing old zines and bands even if it was in a subtle way felt really important to me so while I was looking at the page to figure out where it could fit in I saw the skull, which reminded of the the toxic symbol is something was toxic or poisoners, then decided I could draw poison bottles to looks as if they were coming from the girls hand. I got inspiration for the drawing from the Alice in Wonderland drink me bottles, that Alice drinks to make her shrink, and used this as reference to draw them. I made one of the the same pink as the top skill to stay in the pink theme, but for the rest of them I kept them plain with duplicated versions of each other. I did this because I wanted the page to have a big of an unrealistic feel and almost like a cartoon, and you get that from the cartoon like smoke inside a lot of the bottles. Following this cartoon theme, I thought giving some speech bubbles for the two women at the bottom, I wanted to link it to the fact that other women was holding the poison bottles, finding humour in it writing 'do you think she knows?' and 'Oh fuck', I further developed th idea of adding devil horns to one of the women making her look the the perpetrator who poisoned her, and then the other woman the Gael just witnessing what was happening. I loved how this looked so far as it was a lot of ideas that were just coming off the top of my head, bringing in my own style of work and getting inspiration from past zines to make it look like a Riot Grrrl zine cover.

I still however felt like it was unfinished and wanted to add text to make it look more full, on the side I used some information about Vivienne Westwood store throughout he years and the different names, and if you look closely you can see, but I really wanted to give it a layered effect with different colours of a green layer and black n top of the green. I wanted this as more of a visual effect but I did actually want some writing that you could understand therefore I referred back to Fanzines by Teal Triggs to look at some riot girl zines I could get text from, and here I found a zine called Leeds and Bradford Riot Grrrl made in 1993, 'gave a localized spin on the movement; the interior spread below is a manifesto for activism.'

I included a few bits such as 'Ripping down sexist posters, gives great satisfaction. I did this with some friends in Sheffield cos the Roxy were advertising strip night with posters of girls with their tits and arses hangin out.' I decided to make this writing yellow as I was looking through colours that would stand out most on purple and thought yellow worked out quite well. Lastly I was toying with a few names in my head for the zine already, and thought of Sex Appeal to link to Vivienne Westwood sex. Also I wanted to use it as a way to take back sex appeal as that is thrown around about women a lot, with the media deciding which women have sex appeal and which ones don't and I think we should be able to take that back and decide when and how we want to exude Sex Appeal, and this is why I chose this name and wanted to include it on this page, to connect to the zines a whole and make it look even more like a mock up Riot Grrrl zine front cover.

Again this is one of my favourite pages as I feel like encapsulates my style as a whole, as I really like cartoon looking things and being able to scribble and use my own words on my work. On top of this I feel like it really shows my improvements with using photoshop and procreate, just from the editing that went into it. However as I was making the page I had there idea to add a barcode at the bottom, to really show what I was trying to demonstrate with creating a Riot Grrrl zine front cover, but i'd decided against it because I thought the page may look too crowded, looking back now I feel like it might of looked quite cool and showed my narrative better.

Through My Eyes page

The pages I was making so far were mainly photo based, even if they had a little bit of writing on them, the main attraction was the photos and the drawings. However for a first page I thinking can be quite confusing to jump right into a narrative without any wording, so i wanted it to have a little bit of explanation like a blurb. While I was trying to come up with what I wanted to write I knew I didn't want to say too much, or it be really wordy at the very start. I remembered that many times while doing this project or making the pages I kept explaining it as through my eyes, as I was trying to show the punk scene through my eyes and how I perceive it, and though this could look really cool.

The first step was to create a photoshop the double page spread on photoshop, for the background I crumpled some white paper and tried to scan it into a printer, however it came out too exposed so I had to take a photo instead then airdrop it to my laptop to copy onto the spread. I then just like the Do You Think She Knows page, I used the gradient map tool to give it a purple hue, as it goes with the other page and I do also really like purple. Secondly a took a photo taken by Cr0ssPxtch at a gig we went to and decided to place it in the middle, I didn't want to do too much editing to it as I wanted through your eye to be what your eyes are drawn to, therefore I just added the crumpled white paper over the top of it and changed the transparency to give the page a paper effect.

I then took this the pro create;

To write this I decided to use a pencil effect for the pen and stuck to the cartoon type writing that I had done throughout the zine so far, for this font I thought of cartoon lightning bolts and tried to imitate this in the font. I felt like I was able to achieve this, especially after making it bubble writing, I also drew round it again with a black to give it more dimension.

After adding some final touches by adding a drawn back border around the photo, and white stars in the corner. I kept it this way and took it to photo shop, here I added the crumpled paper layer over the op of the writing as well, and was really pleased with my final outcome. Unfortunately after planning out the amount of pages in my zine, I knew I would be printing it on the website Mixam, where to do it properly with a front and back page the number of pages had to be dividable by 4, but with this extra page because of the double page spread I had 25, meaning I had to sacrifice 1 A4 page. This was a really difficult decision as I really liked this double page spread and through it looked really cool together, but I knew that my other pages were more impotent. Luckily as I made my Do You Think She Knows page purple as well, I knew that would look good beside it as well.

This was the final outcome, and after a while of looking at it and feedback from friends I really started to like the two together, and so did my the people who saw it. Nevertheless it was still upset to have to get rid of a page and in future I knew that I should plan out the amount of pages, and which ones would be double page spreads and single pages before I did them, therefore I would be able to avoid this issue. This is the point I solidified the idea that I was going to make an A4 page layout for my zine, as it would be easier to print and help me keep more of my work instead of have to get rid of any.

[nothing-but-haikyuu]

Beauty on the Couch

Reader: F Character: Daichi Sawamura Rating: E Summary: His breath against you ear, his hands on your ass. His lips that found their way to your neck as you sat straddled on his waist. His cock buried inside of you as you rocked together on the couch, the movie long forgotten. Warning: Smut, Couch Sex, Multiple Orgasm, Cum Eating, Cunnilingus, Messy Sex, Possessive Behaviour, Overstimulation, PWP Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

His breath against you ear, his hands on your ass. His lips that found their way to your neck as you sat straddled on his waist. His cock buried inside of you as you rocked together on the couch, the movie long forgotten.

 “You look beautiful, do you have any idea.” He looked in your eyes when you pulled away to tie your hair up with the hair tie that you kept around your wrist. His dark eyes looked up to you as his licked his lips with affection and love.

 “Dai.” You said quietly, as you continued to rock your hips back and forth. Your breasts on full display for Daichi’s soft eyes. His large hands reached up to your breasts and started to knead them. You felt his cock throb inside of you as you continued to move.

He groped your breasts, pinching your nipples as he tried to thrust up inside of you. His voice was a low growl as he said, “Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.” Daichi was a possessive lover. He loved the sight of your nude body, no matter how many curves you had or how thick your thighs were.

He’d love you with every inch of yourself. If you couldn’t love your body, he guessed he’d have to do it for you. After all you were his girl, and if anyone was going to adore you it was going to be him.

 “You like it, Dai?” You asked as you put your arms to the top of your head and bounced on his cock with vigor. You licked your lips, your cheeks flushed with warmth from your close encounter.

He pinched your nipples, watching your expression contort as he pulled on you. You threw your head back for a moment as you continued to ride him. Your breathing in hard pants as you continued to move.

 “Fuck.” He growled, “You’re fucking mine. My girl.” His lips went back to your neck as he pulled you closer to him, his hands back on your ass tog et better leverage of his thrusts. His cock pushing against your more sensitive spot. Every whimper you let out when he hit really hard made his cock ache in a way he couldn’t describe.

 “Yes, Dai. I’m all yours, fuck. We can’t even get through a movie without jumping each other’s skin. This feels like a sick addiction.” You grumbled, you exhaled deeply and the bit of hair in your face moved away for a moment before it became stuck to your forehead once more.

You held onto his shoulders and continued to roll your hips. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, your pussy clenched around his hard cock. Sometimes you were surprised by how big your boyfriend was. Sometimes it was too big for even you and you two had been dating for a while now.

More often then not his length left you breathless and achy, you craved him like a sick fetish. You loved the feeling of him fucking up into you.

 “Fuck, Daichi. Please, shit. It feels so good.” You gasped, “I wanted to watch a movie tonight.”

 “We can once I fucking fill you up. I want you stuffed, baby.” He bit at your neck, leaving dark marks across your neck. Throughly claiming you as his, as if the years of dating and various other bites he had left on your skin over the years.

 “You’re so fucking possessive.” You moaned.

He chuckled, “I can’t help it. Not when I’m with such a beautiful girl.” He groped your ass as he started to move faster against you. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, you hard breathing, the pleased expression across Daichi’s face. The heat that had risen in his cheeks.

Your bodies moved together in pleasure. You were certain you weren’t finishing the movie tonight. You seemed to have other plans as Daichi continued to bite on your neck, his cock throbbed inside of you.

 “Fuck, you’re hot.” He growled, “I can’t get enough. I want to make a mess of you like the dirty girl you are.” His words were seductive and shook you to your core in a way that you couldn’t describe.

You eventually went back to making out as he approached his orgasm. Your forehead bumping together as you kissed, lips locked together as you moved together in harmony. He groaned against your lips as he gave it his all to finish.

You clutched onto his shoulders, your nails dug into his shoulders. Your pussy squeezed around his cock tightly as you bounced on him. Your eyes rolled back a little when you broke the kiss, your body warm and slightly sweaty from the closeness to Daichi.

 “Fuck yeah.’ He exhaled deeply, “That’s my fucking girl, all mine.” He gave you a hard slap on the ass and then groped your flesh, feeling it in his palm, “Fucking perfect.” You didn’t realize sometimes how dirty Daichi’s mouth was at times.

 “I love you.” You declared.

 “I love you too,” He groaned, “You make me feel like the man i was always meant to be. You’re my girl, forever and always. Never forget that, you’re mine.”

Your foreheads bumped together as you rode him to completion. You both came at the same time and you almost got a little too loud if it wasn’t for the silencing kiss that Daichi gave you. He didn’t want a noise complaint tonight.

He growled into the kiss as he finished inside of you, pushing his cum as deep as he could inside of you. His hands still on your ass. When he finished, he pushed you onto the couch, your body limp from pleasure. And he got himself between your legs. He started to feverishly lick at your clit, tasing your wetness and his cum on your tongue as he dove in.

He wasn’t giving you much time to recover from your first orgasm. His softening cock brushed against the leather of the couch as he devoured your pussy like a four course meal. He didn’t mind the taste of his own cum, he loved the taste of the two of you together.

It was his sign that he owned you. You were his girl, marked inside and out as his. No one would dare try to touch you. As he kept your thighs spread open as he licked and played with your clit, you were bucking against his face. His nose buried in your sweet sex.

The stench of sex filled his nose and made him aroused, his cock brushed uselessly against the couch as he continued to lap at you. You gripped onto the arm rest and the top of the couch, nails bit at the leather as he continued to pleasure you.

 “Fuck!” You yelped, “Daichi! Please! Ah! It’s too much!” But your words were useless, he was a mad man.

He dragged his nails down your thighs, leaving lines in your skin as he grazed you clit against his front teeth. That brought you immense pleasure, so much so that you had to cover your mouth so you weren’t painfully loud.

 “That’s it.” He said, hot breath against your clit, “That’s fucking it.”

 “Please, Dai.” You gasped.

 “I got you.” He said lowly, “Just let yourself feel it. I promise it’ll be worth it. Because you’re my good girl who is a glutton for pleasure.” He gave an large lap against your clit, “My girl.”

 “Fuck.” You moaned as you clawed at the couch once more. You wanted to wrap your thighs around his head but you were prevented from doing so by Daichi keeping them pried open, “Daichi, please. It feels so good but yet so much!”

It wasn’t long before you were panting like a mad woman, the rise and fall of your chest as he continued to pleasure you. He growled against your skin, a sheen of sweat on his toned back.

 “Please.” You moaned before you came on his tongue. You heard him groan a you came, pleasure shook through you and resulted you in throwing caution to the wind as you became louder. And then like a roller coaster you started to come down from the high.

Daichi pulled away, a string of cum connected from his lips to your pussy. Wetness masked his face as he looked at you with greedy lust. He purred, “Beautiful, but I don’t think I’m done with you yet.” He clawed at your thighs, “One more round in the bedroom and maybe we’ll have enough time to finish the movie.”

 “You’re insatiable.” You said as you slowly retied up your hair as it was falling out of your ponytail.

He kissed your quivering thigh softly, “Only for you.” And smirked against your skin, “Now c’mon. One more.”

You pushed his head away by his forehead, “One more, and then we’re finishing the movie with no funny business.”

His smirk grew, “Of course, baby.” And wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

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[bitsandbobsofwriting]

Hii! First of all, I'm in love with you and every single one of your fics - the number of times I revisit them is getting worrying at this point.

I know you've already got so many fics lined up, so if you choose to leave this that's totally fine! I just had this thought of a (evil?) spirit possessing Merlin and looking through his memories, and then just absolutely turning into a mother hen over him and trying to make sure he's happy (while still in his body or out of it) while the knights are all a) fed up and mildly annoyed with this random person doing their job or b) angsty when they realise they haven't been taking as good care of him as they think they have. What do you think? Sorry for the long ask!

(This is #37 on This List)

Oooh this is such a weird and cool idea!! We love possessions!! I've changed it a little bit, but I hope you like my ideasssss!!

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I'm thinking the spirit that's bouncing around in Merlin's head (for some fucking reason) is neither good nor evil, it's just sort of... there. Homeghost digs through Merlin's mind and is all "bro... you really out here living like this?" and like... becomes his life coach (ironically enough)? So Merlin is wondering around with this voice in his head, occasionally flickering candles or knocking shit off counters like an arsehole cat (just imagine the chaos of the spirit having access to a tiny weeny amount of Merlin's magic), but mostly just trying to persuade him to be nicer to himself and demand more respect from others.

Ghosty is weirdly possessive and protective of Arthur and the others, whilst simultaneously hating them because, though they don't mean to be, they are the cause of like... 99% of Merlin's issues (both mental and like... not so). Anyway, the others somehow find out about it (Merlin spent a little while trying tog et rid of it and then just... gave up) there's a big kerfuffle about trying to get this thing out of poor Merlin's head, and like... neither of them want it anymore, they've kinda grown attached to each other. Maybe they put the ghost in an animal or something. Who know.

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I love this thank yooouuuuu!!

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[snailbutters]

Um I’m not exactly happy with this one but I still think it’s an okay comic to post. I messed up a couple of times but it’s whatever rn. I was fighting with my art program and it exported the colors weird and so on. I’m also not very happy with how Brick turned out after the first panel, but nonetheless I hope y’all enjoy. Also it was either panel 3 or 4 that has the colors exported weird from the others, and I apologize for that.

I took inspiration from Citiesville (I believe is what the city is called that the girls go to in the original show and they have a no powers or superhero rule). Anyways, I wanted to dabble in some comic ideas I had for these characters and test it out.

This one is basically the girls are off to college, and in their place the boys, mainly Brick, took over the girls’ roles in their short absences. So in this comic they were asked by Blossom and the Mayors of Townsville and Citiesville to come help out with one major issue Citiesville couldn’t get under control. However, since there’s a no powers rule there the boys had to do this job without their powers. So in result it took them longer to fix the issue. By the time they fixed the issue a new string of and AB virus broke out but this time it made it to Citiesville. So now the boys are here in Citiesville banned on going home for now.

Brick has been having to book motel rooms in the meantime until they can get back home. They’re stuck at a train station trying to switch to another motel. Already Brick’s annoyed that they aren’t allowed to fly, but on top of that he expresses his worry about his depleting supply of currency. Butch points out that their brother, whom for some reason has struggled to fall asleep in this new area, had actually dozed off. So they do a very rare thing, and snap a photo of the moment to alleviate some stress when looking back on this experience. The last panel is Boomer looking at it through IG.

Idk it was a little idea I had.

For mit danske publikum:

Denne her er grundlæggende pigerne på college, og i deres sted overtog drengene, hovedsagelig Brick pigernes roller i deres korte fravær. Så i denne tegneserie blev de bedt af Blossom og borgmestrene i Townsville og Citiesville om at komme med et stort problem, Citiesville ikke kunne få styr på. Men da der ikke er nogen magt, måtte drengene dog gøre dette job uden deres beføjelser. Det tog dem derfor længere tid at løse problemet. Da de lavede det, brød en ny tråd af og en virus ud, men denne gang kom det til Citiesville. Så nu er drengene her i Citiesville forbudt at tage hjem nu.

Brick har været nødt til at booke motelværelser i mellemtiden indtil de kan komme hjem. De sidder fast på en togstation, der prøver at skifte til et andet motel. Brick er allerede irriteret over, at de ikke må flyve, men oven i købet udtrykker han sin bekymring over, at han har mistet valutaen. Butch påpeger, at deres bror, som af en eller anden grund har kæmpet for at falde i søvn i dette nye område, faktisk var dømt af. Så de gør noget sjældent, og tager et billede af øjeblikket for at lindre lidt stress, når de ser tilbage på denne oplevelse. Det sidste panel er Boomer, der kigger på det gennem Instagram.

Trods det er simpelt håber jeg også, at I nyder det. Jeg undskylder også, at mit danske er ikke så godt, det er et minut siden, jeg har brugt det til at forklare en tegneserie idé.

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[pokenimagines]

Ohhhh fuck I am so PUMPED FOR A NSFW IMAGINES BLOG. Can you maybe do a Drabble or scenario of Piers and Raihan with an SO who is hella insecure about their appearance? How do the guys handle it?? It can be with all of them as a couple or separate idgaf both of them can rail me 🤤🥰😭

I share that last sentiment tbh. Decided to do them separately and just very short snippets because I have like eighteen other requests piled up, and if I wrote two full-on smuts it would quickly get to 10k words (no lie, when I write smut it gets detailed and I will write a 5k smut in a day, no questions asked). This is slightly more in the lime territory though for Raihan, and somehow Piers turned…fluffy? I’m confused by where his went but it happened. Still, 18+ since Raihan’s is in there.

Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one!

Raihan:

Raihan noticed from the moment he walked through the door that there was something wrong with the trainer. The way they stood in front of the mirror, pinching pieces of themselves and frowning over every inch of skin. Raihan dropped the keys to their room in the castle, and hastily made his way over to the trainer and wrapped his arms around them.

“Careful, if you keep pinching yourself, it’s going to leave marks, and we both know that’s my job.” Raihan teased his partner, who gasped as they looked up and saw him smirking down at them. They always melted in his grip, but today was a bit different. They had noticed just one small thing they didn’t like about themselves, and now it was all they could focus on. Not to mention, it helped bring back all their previous insecurities of the past, which they were now observing was still an issue.

“I think I gained some weight…” The trainer mumbled, pulling at a piece of their cheeks and letting it snap back into place. They hadn’t gotten the courage to actually go to the scale yet to check if their hunch was correct, but honestly, they didn’t need to. It was one of those things where their mind told them that ‘yes, you did gain.’

“I was wondering why your ass looked extra nice today…spin around though I need to check something.” Raihan coaxed them, and they reluctantly turned around, not knowing how to feel about his ass comment. On one hand, it was a bit of a compliment; on the other, that meant their weight gain was noticeable to other people.

As soon as the trainer was facing Raihan, they felt his hands slip under their ass, and they were scooped up and pinned against the wall next to where they were. They let out a startled gasp as Raihan seemed to be contemplating things before that smirk of his reappeared, and he looked the trainer right in the eyes.

“Guess your ass just always looked good, because you feel the same…maybe a bit lighter.” Raihan said, chuckling at the flustered face of the trainer, and they thought about what to say or how to react.

“I’m sure you’re just getting stronger.” The trainer mumbled before they suddenly felt Raihan rutting up against them, making their air get caught in their throat at the sudden sensation. Raihan watched in interest as their face went from shocked to embarrassed as they shot him a half-assed glare. He just gave them a toothy grin before doing it again.

“Something wrong? I couldn’t help myself; you just look too damn good today.” Raihan teased them as he continued rutting his hips against them, their legs on either side of his waist. The trainer’s hand went to cover their mouth to hold back a moan.

“You’re the worst, you know that.” A small smile graced the trainer’s face as Raihan went and began nibbling on their neck. They knew exactly what he was trying to do, and it was working.

“You’re sexy as hell, you know that?” That got an actual laugh/moan out of them as he bit a bit harsher at their skin, leaving marks just like he promised he would. If there was one thing the trainer knew about Raihan, it was the fact that he could always make them forget all about their insecurities, at least for a little while.

Piers:

The trainer let out a sigh as they got backstage, waiting for Piers to finish with his concert. Usually, they’d be front row and center the entire time, but today they just weren’t feeling it. It was mainly for the most childish reasons, like how they noticed all the girls in the crowd were wearing crop tops (a few going so far as to just stick on some pasties and call it a night). Any guy in the group that was built, even those who weren’t, just decided shirts were too much effort.

It’s not like it was uncommon for one of Pier’s concerts to be like that, most of them were clad in very little material as it was more of the rock and roll type concert with some of his late-night performances being more aimed towards the 18+ category. Still, today was just a bit too much for the trainer who was wearing clothes that covered almost every inch of skin.

They just sat down on the couch, looking up at the ceiling while the crowd roared in the background. Eventually, it slowly began dissipating, and they could hear the door open, and in came Piers, who immediately rushed over to the trainer’s side, “You doing alright there, you left the show early and looked kind of down.” Piers immediately said, and the trainer just let out a groan, not wanting to get into it. They went and covered their face, not wanting him to see them in their pathetic state.

Piers picked them up on the couch and spun around, placing them on his lap while he removed their arms and saw the telltale signs that they had been crying a bit before it all started. Without thinking, he immediately began peppering kisses where the tear stains had been, wondering what had upset them this much.

“Come on, out with it, you know you can trust me with anything.” He murmured, trying to coax them out of this metaphorical shell they had built around them. The trainer looked away from him for a moment before letting out a sigh and turned back towards him.

“I dunno I just…felt…ugly? I don’t know how to word it. I was just surrounded by all these really beautiful people, and I felt like I was kind of just…a Garbodor in the middle of a mosh pit of Milotic.” The trainer finally managed to get out, and Piers was kind of amused by their way of explaining it, but also concerned as he had no idea what they were going on about.

“We all feel that way at times, babe. Trust me, I should know, I look like a malnourished Zigzagoon.” Piers said, making his partner let out a small laugh as they had no idea how he could ever think that. He looked absolutely gorgeous to them in every way, shape, and form. “Not to mention, you share no resemblance to a Garbodor.” He pointed out, and his partner rolled their eyes.

“That’s a lie.” They managed to murmur before they felt a sudden guest of cold air as their jacket was swiftly taken off. Piers grabbed their arm and began kissing them, starting from the hands up.

“These hands are the ones that stole my heart,” He began, and the trainer knew it was about tog et real sappy, real fast, and they were down for that, “These arms so fine they fit perfectly with mine,” he quickly began taking off the trainer’s shirt and chucking it across the room, “This chest is easily the most blessed.” He said, beginning to kiss them all over, and they couldn’t help but laugh.

“Piers, I swear if you make some poetic sappy rhyme for every part of me, I’m going to kill you.” The trainer said, making Piers let out a laugh.

“Too much?” He asked, nuzzling his head into the crook of their neck.

“It’s never enough.” The trainer murmured, knowing full well he was about to go on another tirade about them, and they were fully prepared. Well, as long as they got to return the favor.

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[lihikainanea]

wait have we discussed Bill buying lingerie for Tiger? I felt like we have??? If not. Lei, my Queen, let’s hear what you have to say about that scenario. What type of pieces does he want to see her in? Is he surprising her or texting her every second like “do you like this? I’m getting this for you. You’d look so good.” I know Bill has pranced around in Tiger’s lingerie before but what actually gets him going. -🐝

SWEET EMOJBEE HELLO. I always love it when you come say hello. How’ve you been cupcake? Are things going alright for you?

Listen, lingerie. We’ve talked a little bit about it, about how it kind of gave way to Scarlet, tiger’s alter ego. But that’s also a set that she maybe bought herself.

I low key love the intricacies of Bill buying her lingerie. Because it’s such a sensitive thing, isn’t it? Wait wait, let’s back up a little here.

I think Bill kind of LOVES lingerie, and he has very specific tastes when it comes to it. I think he has a bit of a corset kink, he loves the way her tatas look all squished and lifted in a bustier. His tastes range on the girlier, frilly side--black lace is always killer but something a little softer? Some light pink and white lace, garter belts, thigh high stockings--he fucking dies. He could bust on the spot.

And he wants to buy her lingerie--literally wants to build her a whole walk in closet of lingerie--but Bill is also Good Dude. And he doesn’t want her to feel pressured to wear it--he’s definitely very enthusiastic and loud when she does wear it for him, but he never wants her to feel pressured. He’s also woke, and he doesn’t want to objectify her and make her feel like a piece of meat (even though sometimes, that’s EXACTLY how she wants to feel because that can be hella nice, too). So instead he leaves her little notes, screen caps a few things and sends them to her with a little begging emoji. He feels that’s a nice compromise, because he always follows it up with tons of praise about how fucking hot she’d look in this. That way, she knows he’s down which gives her a big boost of confidence, but she can also just do it on her terms--when she’s ready, when she’s feeling good.

But maybe one day he stumbles upon something and he just can’t resist. God, it’s perfect. It’s everything he loves, and as soon as he saw it and he pictured tiger wearing it, he had some definite readjusting to do. His throat ran dry and a sweat broke out on his neck, his breathing picked up, it was just so....so hot. He couldn’t leave it there. He had no idea how he was going to give it to her, but he’d figure out the details later. Filtering through the racks for something that looked like her size, he couldn’t shake feeling just a tad creepy taking it to the cashier.

But y’know, that’s on him. He’s always encouraging tiger to open up about what she likes, to ask him for it, and he should do the same. Being Good Dude is okay, until it makes you feel a little shameful about something you have nothing to be ashamed about. Tiger is a hot piece of ass, and ain’t nothing wrong with buying your girl some lingerie if she enjoys wearing it for you.

And tiger does. It’s a bit of a self-esteem issue she needs to work on tog et the courage, but Bill always makes her feel like a fucking goddess when she puts some on for him.

So he buys it, blushing the whole time, as the nice saleslady wraps it up in tissue and plops it in a bag, spritzes it with a little vanilla perfume. When he pulls up at his place he half contemplates just keeping it hidden in the car until he figures out a plan, but tiger knows his guilty look and she’ll see right through his non-existent plan. So instead he sighs, takes the dainty little bag, and trudges up the stairs.

He tucks it behind his back as she gives him a kiss hello, but his stupid eyes are already shifty (why Bill?! why?! Buying lingerie is fine) and tiger knows immediately that something’s amiss.

“Why are you being weird?” she asks bluntly, and he fidgets.

“I’m not. You’re weird,” he says.

“Good one bud. What’s up?”

“Nothing,” he barely controls his stammer. She folds her arms.

“What’s behind your back?”

He sighs, looking a tiny bit bashful as he pulls it out in front of him.

“Don’t be mad,” he mumbles. Tiger eyes the bag--she knows that design, that logo. It’s where she gets all her sets. A soft smile is already tilting up her lips--her Big Dude looks so shy.

“I saw something that I really, really liked. And I wanted you to have it,” he holds out the bag cautiously, “But don’t feel pressured. I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to--”

“Bill look at me,” she says softly, taking the bag from him. His eyes flit nervously to hers and he jams his hands in his pockets.

“You don’t ever have to be sorry about buying me lingerie,” she smiles genuinely at him, “I love that you did this.”

“How do you even know what it is?”

“Where do you think I get all my sets, bud? This store is one of the best,” she steps towards him, tugging at his collar so he bends into her kiss. “Thank you, Billy. This was really sweet of you.”

“It felt creepy,” he mutters, and she shakes her head as she starts picking at the tissue paper.

“Get over it. It’s not creepy.  I like wearing this stuff for you, and I like knowing what you like,” she removes it from the bag and gasps softly in awe--it’s beautiful. Intricate, soft, satiny--she recognizes the style, and she smiles wistfully. It’s everything he likes.

“Bill it’s beautiful,” she says in awe, holding it up to her front, “Nice choice.”

“I thought you’d look amazing in it,” he runs a finger delicately down some of the lace, and she raises to kiss him again, “But you don’t have--”

“I’m just not sure about the size,” she interrupts, “Better try it on now just to be safe.”

And then she’s gone, running off to his room to grab her thigh-high boots from the closet before reappearing in the hallway.

“Your drink is in the kitchen,” she calls over her shoulder, “You might want to sit down for this show, bud.”

“Tiger, you really don’t have to--”

One glare over her shoulder and he shuts up, smiling to himself.

He goes to the kitchen to grab his drink, heading into the living room to get settled on the couch. After a few minutes, tiger calls to him from the bathroom as she swipes on a coat of blood red lipstick, runs her fingers through her hair to tousle it. This set--ohhhh this set is too good. She looks dynamite.

“Hey Bill?” she calls, “Somebody called for you while you were out. Some tramp named Scarlet? She said she was coming over tonight.”

“Oh my god,” he whimpers under his breath.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #BFF!Bill

[honey-makki]

congrats kwisten tis deserved <33 can i request kuroo + 14 + fluff pls n thank u <3

I'm so happy that you're mine all mine

I'll get your loving in the evening time

any other way- bahamas

Friday nights were spent out. It didn’t matter the week either of you had Kuroo and you took to the streets. Even if it was just for a small dinner at the local ramen shop or grabbing snacks at the corner store you both wanted to get out of the house and spend time together. Today kuroo had managed tog et off a few hours early due to a fire alarm malfunctioning in his building and decided to prepare for tonight.

You normally beat him in by a few minutes os to see him there was a welcome surprise. You didn’t have a bad day per se but wow you were glad it was the weekend and that you could finally spend time with your boyfriend. “Kuroo!! I missed you today! I can’t wait for whatever we are doing tonight.” The large smile plastered on your face was contagious and it only disappeared when he gave you a sweet chaste kiss. 

“Another, Tetsu” 

The pout was your secret weapon and you aren’t afraid to use it. He might roll his eyes but he will always give you another kiss, reach for whatever you can’t get, or stay in bed for another 5 minutes. 

“Speaking of tonight, I have an idea for what we can do!” and then he moves to the side and you can see the picnic basket full of what you assume is homemade food, a bottle of wine, and a checkered blanket. 

“Where did you even get this blanket?” You don’t know what that is the part that stood out but it is. He sheepishly explains he ran down to the store and bought it earlier that day once he had the idea. 

“Tetsu, I’m so glad you are mine. I can’t wait to spend the rest of the day with you.” 

You give him another tight hug before bounding upstairs to change out of your uniform. Every day with Kuroo Tetsurou is yours and you are his. 

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[utopia-game]

Strategy Corner with FFW: Kingdom Setup

Strategy Corner by FFW: Picking Your Kingdom's Setup

Every start of the age, we go into discussions about what is the "best" setup. How do we truly define what the best is? We're joined by Dowla of Hipmunks, Smiles of Warbirds and myself FFW of Merciless in a forum of how to pick your kingdom's setup and be a more successful warring kingdom. We've also got a special guest Peetah who has co-led many kingdoms to numerous crowns over the ages. Let's talk about setups and is it truly important to have a setup? Peetah: Yes, this will help leadership to coordinate efforts to win the war. Running a lot of different races and pers will give leadership a hard time to make builds. Set certain times to “nuke” a prov with ops. Dowla: It is absolutely important to have a setup to achieve anything it is you want to achieve if it requires your kingdom to do well in the game. You can achieve screwing around without a setup. Smiles:Setups are make or break and a lot of things simply won't work well. That being said, all the things that do work, are pretty similar FFW: I think we can all agree that setups are important. All successful kingdoms will have a proper setup but not all kingdoms with a proper setup is successful. So let's go into the finer details of picking a setup. Before we even start talking setup, let's talk strategy. How important is it to think about the win conditions before even deciding what to pick? Peetah:There are different ways to win a war and a setup will make it a lot easier to achieve victory if it’s in line with your idea on win conditions. Par example with a smash setup you want to win at mintime. After that your chances of winning go down. While a setup based on econ can easily go war for a week. Do realize this will be a burden for leadership as well. You need to plan according to what you got available. Smiles: I don't think you have to be super specific about the strategy. A general idea is enough since there are lots of things to think about and some assumptions to make but the early age is pretty consistent FFW: Let's talk about the some assumptions in strategy for the age since you've brought it up Smiles. I normally like to assume that early advantages are the most awful for a successful warring kingdom since you want to be consistent through the age and not just win for the first 3 weeks and suck the next 6. Do you agree with this? For the record, I'm not saying you throw away the early age either. Smiles: For the most part the early strengths can let you steamroll certain things but generally you can assume some early easy wars, leverage your later age bonuses since most early advantages don't scale well but some do. FFW: What about you Dowla? I hear that you have got a unique perspective on this topic. Dowla: We do not pick a setup with a focused effort on selecting a win condition usually. We usually just go for a good setup that works for us.The base line is creating something that the enemy simply cannot control anymore. There are ages where win conditions are very important and there are ages where we want to do well all around. FFW: That's interesting Dowla, so you would rather pick a comfortable setup and then decide strategy on a war to war basis? Dowla: That's how we operate. We agree on a setup start of the age, and a general way of how we'd play it. The dynamic of warring changes every war. We pick what works for us and it's usually something we're comfortable with. Something that wars well. FFW:So would it be fair to say your strategic approach to setup picking is oriented around balance so you won't be too badly matched against anything the server throws at you? Dowla:Yes. That is exactly how we pick our setup. Something that works well and can work against anything. FFW: Let's talk about what worked for us in the past as to give examples What's your most successful strategy that you've run with thus far? Peetah:I think I played with most combos and won crowns with all. I’ve also seen all kind of setups win crowns and even multiple crowns in one age. Most kingdoms develop a style they seem fit and chose a setup accordingly. Smiles, Dowla and FFW can probably give more insight on what makes a certain setup a HM/Merciless/Warbirdies setup. Smiles: comfort strat, 2-4 pure mystic, 4 rogue 4 hybrid mystic synced core with the view of hybrid casters provide ET support and duration coverage of spells your TMs don't want to have to cast. They also work as a buffer where people might hit them instead of pure TM. The outcome is that you end up with more mana, more attackers. Dowla: Tried a few different ones, but what works best for us is hybrid turtles that become UB and then steamroll from there. FFW: I like having a big offensive fist so that core can create space for our TM to work a later war economic advantage and always assume you have to win on a 50% double networth win. Picking the racial and personality choices. What works and what order do you pick in? TMs first or Core first? FFW:I prefer picking core choices first since they are normally the majority in the kingdom, so it helps us to decide what our battering ram will be then decide what type of supporting actors we want to support the core. Peetah: First, you need to find your balance! How much TMs how much hitters and do you need support? Smashing setups want at least 16-18 hitters. Plus do you wanna run hybrids or just pure hitters and pure TMs. Smashing kingdoms want pure TMs as they need to cover all thievery and magic operations. Your hitters you want to build to make sure you can hit enemy TMs bring down the winning condition of your opponent. Going for the econ play you want provs that are able to hold out and sustain their off. While you work on creating land on UBs and slowly convert to hitters. UBs mostly are your TMs. Basically circle back to the strategy you've chosen to play for the age. Dowla:We usually agree on T/M choices rather quick and then keep on deciding on core picks until the last minute. First of all I want to say it's not me personally picking the setup. It's a group of us doing it. Usually the whole LS team decides on it. A few of us make a setup we'd play, then we all comment on each others setup and we work from there. So we incorporate a bit of everything or we create a totally different setup than anybody proposed. For T/Ms there are always a very limited amount of choices that are playable, and by this I mean combos that work the best. While for attackers it's much more complicated. A super heavy attacker can mean more T/Ms, an econ based attacker can mean less, do we want long wars or do we want to zerg rush, it all depends with them. So, we set the T/Ms and they set the dynamic. What kind of attackers we need and then we pick what works for that type of strategy. Or simply we're comfortable with this many T/Ms and this many attackers. That's our go to if we have troubles agreeing on what we want. Smiles: As stated before, in my head the most generic setup is: 4 mystics 4 rogues 2-4 paladin/cleric/PF caster depending on what the age needs. 15 synced core I usually start there ask, is it a heretic age? If heretics, what am I cutting to stay in that 8 Pure TM range FFW: There seems to be a lot of focus on picking the right TMs so let's talk about that next Picking Your Kingdom's TMs. What works? FFW: I see you didn't put much emphasis on heretics Smiles? What's up with that? Smiles: It's fine to have 1 heretic just for access to blizz/fg depending on the age but I don't think they're bad. I just rarely have that 1 tick sync for NM and I in general am not a fan of NM like I used to be. With the exception of high GS+WT+dpa tanks, I don't ever think you NEED NM because it just makes chains go deeper, rarely adds additional chains and rarely allows you to hit TM+Chain as is the classic desire for NM. So really you're trading significant TM mana just to take chains a little deeper. Deep chains don't matter as much anymore anyways. I chain to secure UB, if it doesn't go deep enough, but trims their offense, good enough for me FFW: What about you Dowla, what do you value in picking TMs? Dowla: Most usually it's bonuses in TPA/WPA. We value it over anything else as in the event of a dragged out war it allows us to try raining fire over enemy T/Ms with out own. Or in any war. T/M supremacy is what it's all about. FFW: I can relate to that. I love population bonus on my TMs since it leads to better raw numbers which leads to much better modified numbers to have TM supremacy late age. Smiles:Generally for TMs, all TMs my order of priorities >UB, Defense mostly >T defense >wpa>tpa>eco/offense. Recently, I prefer the safest easiest possible rogues. Since if a rogue every gets chained/massed out, they're basically unrecoverable although wpa and honor recovery isn't possible for the most part. Mystics, I like TOG paired with +1 mana but I am more willing to pick the mystic I expect to be strongest at its peak FFW: Before we close, what's the single most important advice we can give to aspiring war kingdoms out there? You go first Smiles Smiles: Pick a kingdom you admire or setup you think is strong and just copy. Add a small spin for what you like and don't be original. When Warbirds formed and we were ready to run a top tier setup for the first time, we essentially straight copied Hipmunks from the age before as we had warred them twice, lost twice. FFW: Dowla will be pretty happy to know Hipmunks inspired Warbirds to an extent. Let's hear from him next. Dowla: If you're unsure on how to play it and what exact setup to pick then pick something simple. Start with something simple as two types of T/Ms with 3-4 of each, 3-4 clerics and pick the rest as heavy attackers or ditch the clerics and everything else can go into attackers. Keep it simple until you start feeling comfortable with changing it and doing things a different way, a way that suits you. Do know that every single one of the best warring kingdoms has a usual way they pick setups and each one of those setups works for them because they've gotten good at playing with those setups. FFW: Be bold and brave. Don't hesitate to experiment with choices since all the best strategies and setups have been called retarded or silly once upon a time. Your new idea could be the next top strategy but be sure your entire kingdom is on board with it. Consensus is important. Editorial Section: Wrapping up this session, it is clear that there's no one best approach in picking your Kingdom's setup and strategy. What is truly important is that you choose a strategy that works for you and remember that mastery over a particular strategy would cement your place as a top warring kingdom. When it comes to the finer details of picking your race and personality choices, pick a combination that is most comfortable for what you want it to do. The key important takeaway is the concept of objectives and whatever combination you pick should conform with the objectives of your kingdom. PS: Dowla volunteers to help people struggling with choices if you PM his retired ass on discord since he inspired Warbirds. Link to his interview on his honor crown achievement below

[sweets-fanfics]

Homecoming (4/?)

Title: I was bein’ nosey

Wordcount: 2754

warnings: Fluff

AN: This will be the last chapter for the week, I work until Tuseday so I’ll write the next chapter on Wedensday. But please enjoy this one.

Tags: @rollyjogerjones

 Dutch’s surprise when he saw all four of you ride into camp gave you a bit of enjoyment. He seemed too happy until he saw you covered in soot and Javier explained what happened. Dutch had sighed and apologized. What ended up happening when it came to sleeping was both you and Henry slept in Arthur’s tent while he slept outside. Dutch had originally tried to give up his tent but Molly wouldn’t have it.

 “Why do I have to give up my bed for them? I didn’t burn their house down.” She had said. That was about a month ago. You now had your own tent near your fathers and Arthur’s. Henry’s tent was behind yours.

 You got up and stretched your arms above your head. It felt good to move your arm again. You knew Susan would probably start giving you chores today as well. You pulled your  dark brown boots on and tried to look at your outfit. You had on a white button-up shirt with small colorful designs stitched into the shoulders, tucked into black riding pants. You had started wearing pants more since you had been trying to help out more with the camp when you could.

 You stepped out of your tent and stretched again. The smell of coffee pulled you to the fire where you poured yourself a cup. You had never been a fan of coffee until moving here. You happily sighed after your first sip.

 “Goodmorning princess,” Arthur said as he poured himself a cup. He had on his blue shirt you loved.

 “Good morning Arthur. Shocking to see ya awake this early.” You smiled into your cup as you took another sip. You and Arthur had been… flirting… kinda. It was hard to do when your father and brother were everywhere you were. It was small moments alone like this when he seemed a bit more confident in his approach towards you. You definitely were falling for this blue-eyed cowboy.

 “Well, that ain’t fair… I woke up this early last week.” You giggled a bit, “You look much better, Y/N.” He smiled at you and seemed to gaze into your eyes just a bit longer then if someone had been around.

 “Feeling much better, I don’t think I will be trying to get stabbed anytime soon.” You finished your coffee and walked behind the wagon to put your cup in the water. He followed you so that you were both hidden behind the wagon. He seemed to drink his coffee faster just to have an excuse to follow.

 “Y/N I was wondering if you are somehow able to get away from Henry or Dutch if you would go with me on a little huntin’ trip. You have been seeming eager to get outta camp.”

 A smile widened on your face as you looked up at him. “That sounds good. Would we go hunt a bear?”

 He laughed and patted your shoulder, “Let’s start with rabbits and work our way up.” He left his hand on your shoulder for a moment. Your cheeks started to blush as he let his fingers softly glide down your arm.

 “Are we… are we ever going to talk about this? Or are we going to keep sneaking around like criminals?” You ask knowing full well your face is bright red.

 “I don’t know Y/N, you know how your dad would feel…” Arthur started to say.

 “What if Dutch wasn’t an issue?” You looked into his blue eyes. You could see how he fought himself. Finally smiled at you softly.

 “Well, I don’t believe we’d be hiding behind a wagon just to talk.”

 You smiled hopeful and began to speak when you heard someone walking up. You pushed Arthur so he wouldn’t be so close to you. Susan walked around the corner and dropped her cup into the wash bin eyeing you both.

 “Ms. Van Der Linde, how’s your arm?”

 “It’s good Susan. I’m ready to work if you have any chores for me.” You smiled.

 “First person I’ve ever heard who offered to do some damn work around here.” She took your hand and lead you away from Arthur. She sat you at the campfire and placed some clothes, needle, and string in your hands. “Do you know how to sow?”

 “Yes, Ma’am.”

 “Good. Just sow up this stuff and then rest for the rest of the day. Dutch will kill me if I overwork ya.” She patted your cheek before walking off yelling at the girls to get up.

 You started getting to work, greeting people as they woke up and walked by. Henry finally walked out of his tent with bed-head and sat next to you. “Sister, why are you working already?”

 “It’s nine in the morning, brother. But I did wake up around seven.” He leaned against you as you continued working. You looked at him as he sighed. “What is it?”

 “Dutch asked me to go out with him today.” You put your work down and smiled.

 “That’s great! You should try to like him he is our father.” He rolled his eyes. “Henry, I’m serious. I would greatly appreciate if ya got to know our father. He reminds me of you in some ways. I think you two would get along.”

 He groaned and got up. “Fine. But I’m only trying cause you are beggin’ me.”

 You shrugged and went back to working as Henry walked off. Shortly after two strong hands landed on your shoulders. You looked up as your father kissed your head.

 “How are you this morning, Y/N?” He asked.

 “I’m ok, getting work done. Pa, can I ask you somethin’?” You knew not calling him Dutch would already give you a higher chance of accepting whatever you ask.

 “Of course my dear. What is it?” He moved so he was next to you.

 “I want to get better at huntin’ and I was wonderin’ if I could ask Mr. Morgan to show me since he brings in the most meat we use.” You peaked up from your work to try and read his face. He seemed annoyed. Very annoyed.

 “Has Mr. Morgan heard this idea?” He asked in an irritated manner.

 “No. I just wanted to check with you first. Why are you getting so angry soundin’? Is it me wanting to use a weapon thing? Or is it the Arthur thing?” You asked. You had become better at flat out asking about your Father’s mood since it changes so often.

 “To be honest my dear, it’s a bit of both. You are barely able to use the arm again. And on top of that, I’m not blind. I see how you two look at each other.”

 Your work suddenly became a lot more interesting as he said the last part.

 “I just… I’m not sure how I feel about you two together.” He said softly so only you’d hear.

 “Pa, it’s just hunting, and second even if Mr. Morgan and I ended up having feelings for each other, we are both two grown adults.” You said matching his volume. “And he wouldn’t even be my first relationship.” You admitted out loud on accident. You slammed your mouth shut.

 “Ah. So you are already thinking about a… relationship with Arthur.” You heard someone choke on something and start coughing. You both looked over your shoulders as you saw Arthur near his tent hitting his chest. He had definitely heard that.

 “No no. I just mean…” You lower your voice more. “I.. I do like him, Pa. But I’ll keep it to myself if you want me too. I don’t want you kicking me out.” You try to joke. You hope he doesn’t ask about the first relationship you mentioned.

 “I would never kick you out, my darling daughter. Just don’t do something stupid. I won’t stop you, but you have heard my feelings on the matter. I will consider about a hunting trip.”

 You perked up, “So yes?”

 “Consider.” He repeated walking towards his tent.

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 The next day when you had woken up when you usually do you saw Arthur’s tent was empty. You sighed sadly knowing you wouldn’t be able to talk to him as you usually do. You walked up to Suzie giving her an apple you grabbed.

 She hesitated a bit, “Come on, I know it’s not your favorite.” She seemed to whine a bit before finally taking it. “Good girl.” You rubbed her velvety nose.

 You looked up as Charles was waking in from his guard shift. “You sure seem to be an early riser.” He comments.

 “Who’s replacing you?” You ask.

 “Supposed to be Bill, but he was drinking pretty heavily last night.” Javier had brought back an Irish guy named Sean last night. He had been apparently caught by bounty hunters and Javier, Arthur and Charles got him out. You were able to see Uncle Trelawny again as well for a brief moment. In fact, most of the camp was still passed out.

 “I didn’t drink last night. I could stand watch for a bit while you try to get Bill up. I know it’ll take some time.” Charles looked at me a bit suspiciously. “I promise I won’t get into any trouble. I just want to be doing more then I am.”

 “Fine, but if you get in trouble, you forced me.” He handed you the pump-action rifle.

 “Thank you!” You smiled and practically skipped to the place where you’d stand.

 You stood there for a few hours before seeing why no one wanted to do this ever. Bill never showed up so you figured you’d just wait for whoever would come in the afternoon. You heard a horse riding up, “Who’s there?” You ask.

 “Y/N?” You heard Arthur ask. “Who let you be on watch?”

 “I was bored so I forced Charles to let me.” He got off his horse and sat next to where you were sitting leaning against a tree. “But now, I’m realllly bored.”

 Arthur chuckled. “Yeah, this chore is not fun.” He looked around for a second before quickly leaning in and kissing your cheek.

 You seemed to freeze entirely, you had not been expecting that. You were frozen for so long Arthur started tog et worried. “I… I’m sorry if I crossed a lin-”

 You yanked his collar down and kissed him hard on the lips. His hand didn’t hesitate as they gently cupped your face. It was a warm and welcoming kiss. His smell was intoxicating. He smelt like leather and cigarettes and pine. You usually weren’t a fan of smoking but at that moment the only time you’d accept that smell is if it was Arthur. You both pulled back for a breath. You looked at his eyes as they stared back in shock.

 “I’m sorry.” You said quickly.

 “No, don’t. I…” His face was turning red. “I really enjoyed it. Best we keep what just happened between us for a bit.”

 “Agreed.”

 “I also agree,” John said as he walks up and takes the gun from you as you jump. “My turn.”

 “Please don’t tell my dad…” You begged. Arthur was quickly getting back on his horse.

 “I won’t, but ya guys gotta figure out what you two are. I should let you know that there is a bet between some of the people in camp and if I lose twenty dollars because you two decide to not be together I may shoot Arthur.”

 You smiled as Arthur laughed, “You could try.”

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 As you walked into camp Abigail approached Arthur as he got off his horse. “Hey Arthur, can you do me a favor?”

 “Sure, Miss Abigail, what is it?”

 “I was wonderin’ if you could take Jack to do somethin’ he’s been really down since the move.”

 “And I’m your personal nursemaid?” He retorted back.

 “I just think it’ll be good for him.” She sighed.

 “Actually, I would like to go too if I can. I’ve always wanted to fish.” You smiled at Arthur, kinda hoping he wouldn’t be able to say no to you. He groaned a bit, “Oh… oh ok, fine. I’ll go ask him.” He walked off towards Jack as Abigail stood next to you.

 “You didn’t have to do that, but thank you.”

 You shrugged acting innocent. “I have no idea what you mean Abigail.”

 She laughed as she started to walk away. “You two are so cute.”

 You joined Arthur as he pulled Jack onto his horse. “You two look ready to go I reckon.” You smiled pulling yourself onto Suzie’s back.

 “Are you coming with us aunt Y/N?” Jack asked smiling.

 “Only if you’ll have me, Jack.”

 “Of course, aunt Y/N. You can help me catch some fish!” He looked up at Arthur, “Uncle Arthur, she’s going to come with us okay?”

 Arthur chuckled starting to walk his horse. “I guess she could come, hopefully, she won’t scare the fish.”

 “No, she won’t. Uncle Hosea said she’s a princess and princesses aren’t scary.” Jack said missing the joke.

 “He even calls me that when I’m not around?” You sigh. “I may have to have a talk with Hosea tonight.”

 The three of you stopped by the edge of the lake. “This is a nice spot, Mr. Morgan. I can’t feel my family’s eyes on me and it feels wonderful.”

 He chuckled as he put bait on all of our poles. “This is your first time outta camp in a while huh?” You nodded holding on to your pole. “Alright, so you’ll swing your arm back and when you throw it back over you'll let the line release.”

 “And what then the fish just grabs it?” You ask slowly.

 “Eventually, but then you gotta wait.”

 “How long?” Jack asked.

 “Depends on the fish.” You and Jack didn’t seem to like that idea. “Oh come on, it’ll be fun.”

 “If you say so uncle Arthur.” Jack sighed.

 The three of you stood at the riverbank. “Maybe I should have brought a book or somethin’” Arthur looked at you raising his eyebrows.

 “Y/N it’s been twenty minutes.”

 “Yes, and the only thing that’s happened is you catching a fish you threw back and Jack is now making flower necklaces for me and his Momma.” You pulled your line in and started breaking down your pole.

 “Unlike you to give up,” Arthur started.

 “Not giving up, just making a smart move to benefit my win later.” You shrugged and gave him a small wink before going to sit by Jack.

 “I made you a crown instead, aunt Y/N since you’re a princess.” Jack stood up and placed it on my head.

 “Thank you so much jack!”

 “How sweet.” A new voice said sarcastically. You looked over your shoulder as Arthur stood between you and the stranger.

 “My name is agent Milton, this is my associate agent Ross.” Milton gestured to an angry-looking mustached man. “We know who you are Arthur Morgan, five thousand for your head alone.”

 “Can I turn myself in?” Arthur asked.

 “And who’s the… the boy called her a... princess?” He gestured towards you as you held Jack behind your back.

 “No one that concerns you, just passin’ through.” You mumbled.

 “Uh-huh… If you are just passing, then you and your ‘son’ need to leave.” You glanced at Jack before taking Jack to your horse, “Mr. Morgan, we are looking for Van Der Linde.”

 “Haven’t seen him in months,” Arthur replied. You put Jack on Suzie before fiddling with her bags pretending to be looking for something.

 “Now you know I don’t believe that. If you bring him to me I’ll make sure you don’t hang.” Milton started getting a little heated, and so did Arthur.

 A strong wind started blowing making it hard for you to hear them. “Aunt Y/N, the wind is going to blow momma’s necklace away.”  You took it and slid it into your bag.

 “It’ll be safe now.” You smiled at him.

 Arthur’s hand on your shoulder suddenly made you jump a bit.

 “Why didn’t you two ride away?” He asked a bit angry.

 “I… I was bein’ nosey, but then the wind got too loud for me to hear.” You looked down. “Sorry Arthur.”

 He lifted your chin up with his fingers softly, “Don’t be sorry, I just got worried when I saw you two still here.” He helped you onto your horse and then went to his. “We should head back, I gotta talk to your father.”

#rdr2 #rdr2 fandom #rdr2 fanfic #rdr #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #jack marston #john marston #abigail roberts #dutch van der linde #charles smith #writing #write #fanfic

[fellkrieger123]

Prompt #21: Foibles

Fell was a lot of things. A hero to some. A master mage, a brave adventurer, a loyal friend, a doting father... Yes, Fell was all of these things. He would dive into the pits of the Seven Hells if it meant helping someone. He would face gods and demons without blinking an eye. But there was absolutely no way that he was going to step onto that ship today.

He stood at the foot of the gangplank, staring down at it with dead eyes. The crew was bustling back and forth, preparing for the long journey to Kugane. The ship bobbed gently on the calm waters. The sun was shining. Honestly, there could not be a better day for sailing. But that gentle rocking reminded Fell of his greatest fear. Water.

Now, Fell could swim. He wasn’t a great swimmer, but he could do it. But simply the idea of setting foot on that ship and being surrounded by malms and malms of water with no hint of land for nearly a moon... The idea turned his stomach. There was a City to save, his mind told him. It was logical that they would sail across the world to try and gain the aid of a country. But this? This was where he crossed the line. He didn’t sign up for an ocean cruise.

“Fell?” A voice called, and he looked up to see Alisae walking down the plank. She flashed him a smile, one that he returned weakly, and a look of concern crossed her young pretty features. “Is everything alright? You look pale.” Fell didn’t answer, and the flash in her eyes told him that she hadn’t expected him to. “We’ll be setting off soon. Do you need anything?”

“I...” His mouth was dry and he smacked his lips, lifting his hands and wringing them together. A nervous tick that Alisae had never seen before. She looked at his hand, and then at him. “I can’t do this.”

“Pardon?” Her eyes widened in shock and Fell took a step back, and then two, until he was hiding behind a nearby pillar. His face looked positively gray in the sunlight, and he reached up, gripping the pole tightly.

“I can’t do this. Don’t make me do this,” he said, his voice shaking, and the look of confusion on Alisae’s face only grew.

“I’m confused. Is something wrong with the ship?” She turned, her eyes sweeping over the length of it. “I’ll admit, I am not expert in sea faring but it seems sound.” Fell shook his head before pressing his forehead to the pole he was behind. She looked at him before a flash of realization crossed her face.

“Oh. Don’t tell me. You’re not afraid of the ship, are you?”

“No!” Fell was a little too quick to behind himself, and his face flushed red. “No. I’’m not afraid of the ship. I.” He looked at the ocean, and Alisae followed his gaze.

“Warrior of Light, can you not swim?” She asked, and Fell shook his head.

“I can swim fine. I just. Don’t want to. I can’t.” His voice was shaking, and Alisae looked back at him, her mouth opening in mild surprise.

“Of all the things... I cannot believe the Warrior of Light is afraid of a little bit of water.” She seemed amused. Fell was not happy with that.

“It’s not a little bit of water, Alisae. It’s a lot. A fuck ton of water,” Fell said, gripping the pole tighter. “You’ll just have to go without me. I’m not getting on that ship.”

“Let’s not be unreasonable,” Alisae said, taking a tep forward, her hands up in a calming gesture. “It won’t be so bad once you get on. Let’s go. I-”

“I said no!” Fell snapped, and her eyes widened. She had never heard him raise his voice, and it caught her off guard. “The world could burn for all I care, I-” A sudden wave of sleepiness came over him. He recognized the feeling for what it was. He barely managed to turn his head to look at Urianger, who had an apologetic smile on his lips, a hand raised towards him. “Urianger you... traitor...” h managed tog et out before collapsing. Thankfully, the younger Elezen caught him. He adjusted his grip on Fell’s dead weight and looked at Alisae, who seemed surprised.

“Urianger! I’m sure you didn’t have to put him to sleep!” She scolded, and he shook his head.

“Nay, it had to be done,” Urianger told her, dragging one of the Heroes of the realm up the gangplank. The crew the passed looked confused as he walked over to the mast and leaned Fell against it. He turned to Alisae, who had followed them. “The Warrior of Light is frightened of water. Alas, we had to do something similar to have him fight the Lord of the Whorl.”

“You’re joking.” Alisae looked at Fell, alarmed. His head rolled down and his chin rested against his chest. He was snoring softly. “... I had always assumed him to be ineffable. To have such a small fear...” she shook her head and smiled. “The Warrior of Light is human, after all.”

“Aye,” Urianger chuckled, looking down at his slumbering friend. “This time we didst not hast to tie him to the mast. Would he gets unruly, just render him unconscious once more. He shall eventually calm.” Alisae let out an incredulous laugh.

Thankfully, it would be a few bells before Fell woke once more. He was livid, clinging to the mast desperately, but he did eventually find it in his heart to forgive his friends. They forgave him his one weakness. After all, how much water would they see on this trip?

#alisaie leveilleur #ffxiv urianger #Fell Krieger #hydrophobic #ffxivwrite2020

[salmamsarwat]

Philip-Lorca diCorcia Joe Whitman; 24 Years Old; Los Angeles, California ; $251990-92

Medium: Chromogenic color print

Dimensions: 15 1/2 × 22 3/4" (39.4 × 57.8 cm)

Credit: Gift of the artist

Object number: 305.1993.x1-x2

Philip-Lorca DiCorcia is an American photographer whose work encompasses both documentary and staged photography, lending his large-scale color prints a narrative mixture of truth and fiction. His photographs straddle truth and fiction by combining real people and places, but not necessarily people and places that naturally go together. The staginess of his images is carefully constructed as he arranges the objects of each scene and devises precise lighting and framing for every project. His work is often described as cinematic, a description that diCorcia criticizes. He insists that his pictures suggest rather than explain a full narrative. His brand of storytelling results in unstable, unfixed images that point in certain directions but never provide a definitive map. DiCorcia did not set out to become a photographer. While attending the University of Hartford, he studied with Jan Groover, who planted the idea that a photograph is not necessarily an artifact documenting a specific sliver of time; rather, a photograph should result from careful planning and orchestration.

MoMA presented diCorcia’s first solo museum exhibition in 1993, featuring his series Hustlers, which was made in Los Angeles between 1990 and 1992. He photographed male prostitutes he approached on Santa Monica Boulevard, paying them whatever they typically charged for their services to instead pose in scenarios he had prepared for the photo sessions. The titles of these photographs, such as the photograph that we are presenting. Yet by inserting their bodies into prepared scenes in hotel rooms or on the street, diCorcia made portraits that operate in tandem with, but do not exactly reproduce, the fantasy roles these men were usually conscripted to play. “the concept was that I would pay them the same amount of money to be photographed as the lowest common denominator of sex act on the street, which is 20 dollars” DiCorcia found that there was a real metaphorical connection between them and Hollywood. There is an aspect of what they do which had to do with the presentation of self, it is also the fact that there was a kind of label. They were on Saint Monica boulevard, in the heart of Hollywood. The photograph couples an impression of stillness with the creepy, seemingly contradictory sense of witnessing a momentary moment. We can tell that the subject is completely ordinary but the photograph is carefully planned. The camera was on a tripod and the lighting was supplemented and triggered at the moment of exposure. Thus, DiCorcia would get into his car and drive to Saint Monica boulevard and approach them and ask them to take a photograph of them and tell them that there was no sex involved. “if they were real hustlers and they were trying tog et the maximum out of me, the minute I take one frame they want to take the money and go; but very often though they were not that way and we would change things around.”, DiCorcia said.

What makes a Photograph Iconic?

Lucaites' definition of iconic photography; “those [images] produced in print, electronic, or digital media that are recognized by everyone, are understood to be representations of historically significant events, [which] activate strong emotional identification or response”. I believe what makes a photograph iconic is its ability to transmit a message or a feeling. A photograph can not only be a copy or a snap of a real view, but a way of communicating and connecting to people. It is a photograph that tells a story, a powerful one, it comes to define a moment in time. Collectors and curators are after the ‘impact’ factor of an image. It’s the ability of an image to strike the viewer emotionally and intellectually, thereby drawing the viewer into the visual narrative the photographer is trying to convey. I believe the lighting of this photograph is the most challenging factor in it, as it is taken with natural lighting, the subject is standing in front of the lighting, not facing it. The setting is simple, the man standing looks like he is hiding from something or checking up the street, looking for something. It may also be a symbol of the barrier between him and the world, or people. Listening to the photographer talking about the subjects and how he get them to pose for his photographs, I found it disrespectful for them to be honest. The amount of money they take is too low in comparison to the money he may gain from publishing the photographs, so he doesn’t give them credit at all.

[indigosandviolets]

Green Eyes, Lost Guys

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x OC x George Luz

Word Count: 2,204

Summary: Andrew thinks back to Illinois as they start the march to Carentan. Liebgott shares his opinions on his favorite color and Andrew’s views on cigarettes. Andrew, Liebgott and Blithe talk.

Notes: This is a little bit shorter than my more recent parts, but that’s because Carentan is such a long episode and I feel like I need to break it into more parts.

Part Six of We Happy Few

D-Day +2

The silence of the countryside of France was deafening. Andrew could hear every last step, every rustle of grass, each bush moving in the wind and the meticulous beating of his heart. He could feel it in his ears, the back of his head, his throat. The scariest part about it all was that the countryside looked like home. It looked like one of those fields that Andrew had passed by while he was driving to the store so many times. He half expected to look over and see his neighbor Mr. Dealey in his truck honk at him and wave.

But this wasn’t the middle of nowhere in Illinois. This was France and he wasn’t driving to the store to get a bottle of Coke and a Hershey bar, he was walking in a field attempting to get to a town that was overrun with Nazis. He wasn’t that nineteen-year-old who didn’t know what war truly was, just that he knew he wanted to fight. He was a twenty-two year old who now knew too much about the war for his own good.

This was nothing like the middle of nowhere in Illinois.

Andrew wished he could talk. He needed to. He needed to get thoughts out of his mind, he needed to calm down. He would’ve gotten down on his knees and begged if it meant he could talk to Luz or Liebgott. He knew it wouldn’t happen though. So, all he could do was spare those quick glances that would hardly reassure him.

He knew he worried too much. He was surprised he hadn’t made himself sick from all the worrying. The last time he was that nervous was the morning of the jump. It wasn’t even three days and he had already broken a record for himself. In all fairness, that morning felt like it was years away. Now he craved that smoke and a walk along the airstrip, the strain of tobacco on his voice as he talked with Liebgott about their futures.

Their futures.

Andrew realized, at that moment, that Andrew was that change for Liebgott. Liebgott was going to tell him that morning. He hadn’t planned to pull Andrew out of that movie -- he knew he had to tell Andrew about everything. That’s why they had been talking about everything after the war. Scary as it may seem, he and Liebgott would’ve had more to worry about after the war than during it.

He and Liebgott.

Or him and Luz?

The urge for a smoke quickly took over Andrew’s mind. He needed it, he craved it. His nerves were clawing away at him, but he couldn’t. Not yet. Germans see the smoke or hear the click of his lighter and he’d lose a lot more than a part of his ear.

The itch more a smoke, while it muddled with Andrew’s nerves, he found that everything around him was heightened. The sun burned just a little bit brighter and the glint off his cheeks reflected into his eyes. The collar at the back of his neck scratched and rubbed him the wrong way and he could feel the blisters on the bottom of his feet started to hurt just a little bit more than they usually did. His ears were hot and he could feel the sweat begin its slow crawl from his neck to his back. Everything was harsher, more agitated as he grew more irritated.

But, with everything else being heightened, he, of course, saw Liebgott begin to fall back, getting closer to Andrew. It was slow, not meant tog et too much attention, but it was deliberate, planned out. When Liebgott got close to him, he held out a pack of Lucky Strikes, as if he was reading Andrew’s mind. Andrew took the cigarette gratefully, whispering a quick ‘thank you’, to which Liebgott nodded. Andrew pulled out his lighter, covering up the clink as best he could. He lit Liebgott’s cigarette before taking a drag on his own.

The smoke filling his lung hurt, but everything slowed down. Where the edges were rough and jumbled, they became smooth. The sun wasn’t so bright and the blisters weren’t so bad.

“You’re a lifesaver, Lieb,” Andrew whispers to him.

“Don’t mention it,” He replied, just as quietly.

Andrew looked over at Liebgott. He didn’t have that sassy smile, his face was concentrated, working. Andrew longed to see that smile again.

Andrew had always dreamed of getting a car with a radio. He thought about riding down the road, Liebgott driving as they drunk Cokes and laughed, joking with each other about stupid things, poking fun at their old commanding officers who were always just a little too high-strung.

It was a simple thought, but it gave Andrew something to think about other than getting shot by Germans. Well, getting shot by Germans again.

Andrew wondered if Liebgott thought the way he did. Of course, the man had thought about what he was going to do after the war.

Why was Andrew so stuck on the after part of the war? Couldn’t he focus on the present?

Maybe he’d end up like his Uncle Andy, unable to fully let go. He couldn’t imagine ever missing this hell, but maybe it wasn’t missing it. Albert would have no idea how to experience anything slightly similar to what Andrew was going through. Albert couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t leave everything in Chicago behind. He’d worry over Lorena and kill himself from stress before the krauts even recognized him as Army.

Still, Andrew smoked his cigarette, walking as he contemplated if getting shot again was worth it if he could talk to Liebgott.

-

Finding out that you can manage to lose an entire company was something that Andrew had never thought about. You have radio operators, plenty of men running messages back and forth between platoon leaders, a basic place where everyone is going, so how do you manage to lose an entire company?

Somehow, according to Perconte, Hoobler had told Welsh that they lost F Company and Perconte got sent back to tell them to hold up the line.

“The entire company?” Liebgott asked.

“Just hold up the line, you two,” Perconte told them before heading back up to Welsh.

Andrew waited until Perconte was out of earshot. “Just hold up the line, you two,” he said, attempting to imitate Perconte. It wasn’t good, but it was pretty mocking.

“Talkin’ like Luz, are we?”

Andrew shrugged. “A man can dream, can’t he?”

Liebgott chuckled, walking over to stand in front of Andrew. The moon shined through the tops of the trees, illuminating the area around them just slightly.

“Never noticed you had green eyes,” Liebgott says, softly. “Really green, kinda like leaves.”

“I’ve known you for two years, Lieb,” Andrew replies, smiling at him. Liebgott was taller than Andrew, not by a lot, but just enough for him to have to look up at him. “They’ve always been green. They haven’t changed.”

“I know, I just haven’t had a real good look.”

“You want a better one?”

“Yeah,” Liebgott said, stepping closer. “Yeah, I think I do.”

Andrew glanced back towards the direction Perconte had left in. Seeing as he also wasn’t paying attention (and facing the other direction), Andrew said, “Then get it.”

The kiss was chaste in that it was simple, not in that it had no deeper meaning. There was a lot of deeper meaning, a meaning that Andrew could feel with every kiss that Liebgott gave him. There was more, so much more that they wanted, but couldn’t have. Andrew knew that from the mark on his collarbone that Liebgott had left two nights ago. It had begun to fade into his skin, but it was a sign that they craved something more than what they had. Andrew craved more like he craved cigarettes, but unlike cigarettes, he had to wait. It couldn’t happen quite yet, not while they were out here.

Not while Lieb didn’t know.

Liebgott pulled away, placing his forehead against Andrew’s. The only reason his hands weren’t on the shorter man was that he still had his M-1 in them.

“You’ve got a dark green ring around your iris, Drew,” Liebgott says.

“Mmm-hmm?”

“The inside is pretty light, but around your pupil is a light brown. Sometimes it makes ‘em look brown, but they really are green.”

“Didn’t know you were so interested in all of the colors of my eyes.”

“That’s ‘cause they’re my favorite.”

Andrew laughed lightly. “Romantic, are we, Lieb?”

Liebgott shrugged, pulling his head away. “As I can be,” he tells Andrew. “Don’t expect too much of that sappy stuff, Drew.”

“From you? Never.”

Liebgott pauses. “I, uh, get what you mean when you talk about cigarettes.”

Andrew furrows his brows together. “What?”

“When you told me I tasted like cigarettes,” Liebgott says. “I get it now.”

“Oh,” Andrew responds. “How so?”

“Because you taste like cigarettes,” Liebgott tells him before going in for another kiss. “You taste like cigarettes,” he says, then another, “And coffee,” another, even faster, “And like Andrew.”

Andrew smiles, him being the one to pull away this time. “What’s the last one?”

“I don’t know,” Liebgott answers. “There’s something else there that I can’t really make out. So, it’s Andrew.”

How hasn’t Perconte heard us yet? Why aren’t we being yelled at?

“What an astute observation, Lieb.”

“Gettin’ a little snarky, are we?”

“Learned from the best.”

Liebgott glanced away, with the look he had when Andrew had done something just a bit too perfect for him to be mad. “You’re a little shit, you know that, right?”

Andrew fake pouted. “I am?”

“Yeah, but you’re my little shit,” Liebgott said, a smile appeared on his face, even in the dark.

His little shit, Andrew thought. You’ve worked yourself into quite a predicament now, haven’t you, Andrew?

-

Getting everything moving again meant that Liebgott and Andrew had to return to their work at the back of the line, holding everything up and together (at least better than Hoobler). It also meant that they couldn’t hang as far back as they had been, which only tightened everything up and got everyone just a little closer together. One of these everyones included Albert Blithe.

Andrew still hadn’t quite figured out Blithe in the few times he had seen him, so he decided to start asking questions.

“Where are you from, Blithe?” Andrew asked, turning his head towards him.

“Pennsylvania. Why?” Blithe replied. “Where are you from?”

“Just curious about you, that’s all. You seem like a really quiet guy,” Andrew told him. “I’m from Illinois. Fulton, actually.”

“Never heard of it.”

“That’s why it’s in the middle of nowhere,” Liebgott said.

“Hey, I know that,” Andrew said, looking back at Liebgott before returning to look at Blithe. “How old are you?”

“Twenty,” Blithe answered, rather shortly.

“Twenty?” Andrew said, almost stopping. He was in training when he was twenty. “How the hell did you manage to get over here then?”

Blithe shrugged. “Signed up after my junior year.”

“Twenty, damn,” Andrew says. He still couldn’t believe it.

“Well, then how old are you?” Blithe asks.

“Twenty-two,” Andrew tells him. “I was still training when I was your age.”

“You’re not that much older than me.”

“You’re still young,” Andrew says. It was a bit hypocritical. He was twenty-two, which meant he was still incredibly young. It just seemed wrong for Blithe to be there. Like it wasn’t time for him yet. “Hey, Lieb, how old were you when you joined up in the Army?”

“Twenty-something, I think.”

“Very specific, Lieb. You’re still twenty-something.”

“A younger twenty-something?” Liebgott tries before Andrew glances back up at him. “Twenty-seven.”

“See, Blithe?” Andrew says. “You’re young, real young. That’s not saying you’re not brave, because I would be shitting myself right now if I was in your shoes when I was twenty.”

“Now, of all times?” Liebgott says. “You were shot in a dusty old foxhole in Brecourt Manor and this is when you’d be shitting yourself?”

“Quiet, Lieb,” Andrew says, hushing him. “The point is, Blithe, you’re young. Don’t let this war change you. You can’t. Not really.”

Blithe remained quiet, just like he had been before Andrew said anything. Maybe that's the way Blithe operated. Andrew just couldn’t seem to break through that shell like he had with Liebgott or Luz or Muck or Toye or anyone else in Easy for that manner. They were all relatively easy to connect with (unless it was Guarnere, who didn’t really like Andrew at first) and he was friends with all of them.

“Hey Andrew,” Liebgott said, getting closer to him.

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure you should be the one talking about not letting the war change you?”

“What makes you say that?”

“I know you haven’t been the same since D-Day. Something happened in that forest, Andrew, and you can’t ignore that.”

Andrew but his lip, knowing that Lieb was right. He hated to admit it, but he knew he wasn’t the same person after killing those two Krauts.

He just hoped that Lieb cared about him the same way he always had.

-

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Hoseok Scenario: Fair Chances.

Request: goodevening girls, i'm nicky. I found your blog a long time ago and turned on notifs too! ! sober y/n is invited to a year-end beach party, she stays in the resthouse just to get dragged by her partygoer bff to have fun with the drinks and food. y/n's a little uncomfortable with all the blasting music and her fellow batchmates, but a dancing king J-hope caught her attention. they talk through cold drinks the entire party, y/n gets tipsy, so he takes her home. with love from the philippines! ♡

Genre: Fluff.

You were starting to regret coming to this party, you came to do something different, to experience at least once this whole thing of end of the year with friends partying hard, but so far you could say you weren’t feeling it. You were at a beach house, the music was blasting, there was a fire, all choices of alcohol, people hooking up. And all you were focused was to find a plug so you wouldn’t run out of battery.

You really didn’t want to be the typical party pooper but this wasn’t really your scene and you just didn’t see the point, you were comfortable just going through your same three apps and rebbloging things on tumblr for hours, so as long as you had battery everything would be ok. Besides, people were getting crazy out there, or maybe you were a bit too sober.

You saw your friend coming in still laughing from who knew what when she saw you sitting on a couch. She gasped and you just smiled but lifted your phone higher like shielding you from her. She pointed at you with a finger as she walked to you with her eyes turn into slits, determined. Girl was on a mission and you knew how intense she could be.

-Y/N, I leave you alone for an hour and this is what you do to me? You log in to tumblr-

You shrugged smiling and sighed, she shook her head. -People are crazy Seohyun, seriously, I’d just be a standing duck out there-

-Y/N we went shopping for this party, you are looking smoking hot, I cannot allow you staying here, let’s go- she came to you and grabbed your hand. -Are you making me drag you, come on? Let’s show those people out there some visuals, we are slaying-

You sighed, maybe Seohyun was slaying. You were looking pretty, that you could say, you were wearing a maxi skirt with a cropped top that went on an “x” shape on your chest making you look a bit more edgy, it was a pretty outfit you had to admit, but you didn’t know if you could “slay” or even if you wanted to. It all seemed to troublesome, but you followed your best friend anyways, to humor her and to give this party a fair chance.

Outside people were doing everything. Some were playing drinking games, you could see another group bathing in the sea and another one on the pool, couples making out here and there trying to be sneaky but not really, there was the social butterflies just talking and laughing away while drinking and of course there were people dancing to everything that the Dj threw their way.

You were looking at them dancing a trendy song but then your eyes went to a particular guy who was moving perfectly to the beat, so much after a few seconds people just stopped dancing around him to watch him. He was dancing Swalla by Jason Derulo and Nicki Minaj, and you just stopped, appreciating the pro moves he was pulling, or how handsome he was. You swallowed, not pun intended, but the guy was crazy hot.

-Who is that?- you asked Seohyun after the song was over, people cheered for him and then resumed dancing to another song.

Seohyun smiled mischievously. -That’s Hoseok- you saw her lifting her hand and you tried to stop her but it was too late. -Hey Hoseok!- she called, of course Seohyun knew him, probably Hoseok liked her or something.

-Hi girls- he said when he was close enough. -It’s hot-

You nodded watching him closer, it was hot, the air, the party, him, everything.

-I know right, I wanted to introduce you a friend of mine, Y/N-

He bowed and smiled looking at you fixedly. -Hoseok, nice to meet you-

-Nice to meet you- you answered smiling trying not to be awkward.

-Are you girls thristy?- he asked with he intention of looking for drinks.

-She is- Seohyun said giving you a look that made you blush and shake your head. -I have to go greet some people, you guys have fun-

Seohyun was gone, you thought Hoseok was going to go and that was it, you were going back to the house. -You want a drink Y/N?- he asked still there, still with that smile, he was so handsome, pretty even.

-Yes, why not-

You watched him as he went to the bar for the drinks, what a nice back he had, Hoseok was wearing ripped jean shorts and a big relaxed white button up, you watched him coming back with the drinks, the first few buttons he got loose letting everyone see part of his chest and a glimpse of his collarbones, he was hot.

-Here, I picked strawberry flavor since I wasn’t sure your taste, it’s a daiquiri-

You nodded. -Strawberry is fine- you were a bit cautious with alcohol but when you took a sip of the cocktail you hummed in delight, it was delicious. -This is really good-

-They really did it with the drinks- Hoseok laughed, you bumped your glasses and drank again.

You walked together until you found a spot to sit and just enjoy the drink while you talked. He knew Seohyun through mutual friends, he went to your same university only that he was in the visual arts faculty and you were in science one, that explained why you hadn’t seen him around. He was very nice and talkative, it impressed you how despite him being a stranger, an attractive one, you didn’t feel so awkward. You were still a bit shy, but you could laugh and talk about yourself, you were actually enjoying this night, the social way. Seohyun walked past you but didn’t approach, just gave you the thumbs up and when Hoseok wasn’t looking she threw you a look like mouthing “hot”. You shook your head laughing, she was crazy, but she was right this time.

Hoseok and you kept talking and drinking, he even convinced you the dance floor for a minute. You were embarrassed since your dance moves were close to none so you drank your third cocktail on a go and went for it. You were a bit clumsy but then everyone around was and honestly nobody cared, so you enjoyed doing silly moves with Hoseok and trying to copy him which resulted in the two of you bursting in laughs.

-You are just too cute Y/N-

-Too clumsy!- you said loud to be heard over the music.

-Too cute- he insisted taking your hand to go sit again for a little break. You both were sweating but you were laughing and having a great time. He went for two other daiquiris, one that you drank a bit too fast since you were seriously thirsty.

-Careful- he laughed. -I’d seen Seohyun a couple times around, but never you! Life was being unfair with me-

You laughed. -Don’t say that, Seohyun is pretty- you said slurring a little your tongue.

He laughed and shook his head. -You have no idea Y/N, you are pretty-

You felt yourself hot with blush but all you could do was laugh and try not to be obvious, but it was almost impossible, Hoseok was so attractive and there was this thing inside of you saying you had to enjoy this moment to the fullest.

-I’ll go look for…- you were standing up when you lost your balance. Hoseok jumped on his feet and helped you, holding your arms for you to not fall.

-Are you ok?-

-Yeah!- you said all too bubbly. -I’m fine, maybe another drink or…- you laughed. -I’m fine-

Hoseok smiled. -Do you feel ok, are you sure?-

You nodded, truth was you were feeling dizzy, you didn’t drink this much, it was a mystery how you hadn’t made a fool of yourself yet.

The music slowed down and the count down started. It was already here, the new year.

Hoseok took your hand and you went closer to everyone else. Even in your state you could feel all the amazing energy, you screamed at the top of your lungs with everyone else until your reached cero, to then scream more as you jumped without letting go of Hoseok’s hand.

-Happy new year!- you said to each other to then hug while jumping and laughing. You stared at each other both of you panting out of breathe, leaning in for a kiss. The contact was brief but it got you even more giddy.

-I think I’m drunk- you said and he nodded.

-But are you ok?-

-I’m just…- you laughed. -My hear will hurt tomorrow, it’s probably time to go-

-I can take you, I mean, don’t think bad please, I can take you home if you want, I won’t… I won’t do anything, dam- he was getting nervous. -What I’m saying is you can trust me to take you home safely-

You giggled at his nerves and because as you were you wanted to giggle at everything. You went to tell Seohyun you were going, she assessed the situation and kind of threatened Hosek on his life if you didn’t get home safely, after making you promise you’d call when yu were on your house you went off the party.

-She’s crazy, but she’s a good friend-

-That’s good, I have to thank her for bringing you- he laughed a little as he was driving, you had already told him where you lived and he knew how tog et there -What a party, it was great-

You smiled, feeling yourself getting all comfy on the passenger’s seat, the drunken state not able to get nervous and serious as you’d have been other wise. -It was, Hoseok, I might be showing a side of me I don’t show often-

-Really? Should I feel proud? I feel good-

-You should-

He laughed. -If I’m going to fast you can tell me, and if you are not feeling ok you can tell me as well, ok?-

You nodded. -Thank you-

The chatter was silly and scares as he drove there, you were up for minutes and then you seemed to fall asleep. Hoseok got you home as promised, he went out and helped you out of the car to make sure your legs weren’t wobbly. You could walk ok, although you thanked his help to regain equilibrium.

-I had an amazing time- you confessed feeling all brave and blunt. -I will also thank Seohyun for this-

Both of you laughed. -Yeah, don't forget to call her or she’ll kill me- you nodded and he licked his lips. -I guess… is it ok if we see each other again? I can ask for your number but I prefer asking you directly to you-

-Hoseok right now I’m not in all my senses- he nodded understanding. -But I know, I know that I’d want to see you again, so-

He laughed noting your number and then seeing you adding him on yours -You are so incredibly cute Y/N, I’ll write you later ok?- he kissed your hand. -For real, I had a blast, this year is looking up already-

-Cheesy!- you laughed while going to the door, waving at him one more time since he was waiting for you to get inside. He smiled, pretty and bright like a ray of sunshine. This year was indeed looking up.

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