#i love this orange dinosaur so so much he is very friend shaped and lives inside my heart

[nataliedanovelist]

GF & MvsM - Wanna Talk About Dinos?

This crossover was inevitable. It just works too well. Maybe one day i’ll write a fic about how the folks at Gravity Falls handled the robot-apocalypse. Probably shrugged it off. “Eh. We’ve had worse.” Haha! What if Stan and Ford, cuz they were out sailing, had no clue what happened and when they came back they were like, “Wait, what?”

For now, please enjoy this fic of Aaron making a new friend...

(credit goes to @stephreynaart for her OC Jacob) ~~~~~~~~~~ “Hi, would you like to talk to me about dinosaurs?”

Aaron asked this question more times than he could keep track of, but that wasn’t going to stop him from asking it. It started as a dare from his big sister two years ago, but now it’s a fun hobby. When fifth grade isn’t overwhelming him, scaring him with mountains of homework and horror stories about how hard middle school is going to be, and when he’s run out of YouTube videos to catch up on, he is on the hunt for fellow giant-lizard-lovers like a hungry Ceratosaurus.

“No, okay bye.” But it did get a little tiring to always cross out names and phone-numbers on the phone book with red ink. Hey, a dinosaur of a way to find phone-numbers was appropriate. He read the next number, dialed it, and after a ring or two he asked, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs? No, okay thank you.”

Aaron crossed out another name and sighed, taking a break since he reached the end of a line of numbers. Maybe he should just be grateful for Abbey and accept that no one else wants to talk about the Jurassic Period. Or the Cretaceous Period. Or the Triassic Period. But then a big, old, gray-tinted ad distracted him. He grinned, thinking it would at least be fun to give them a call, and he dialed the number.

Private home phone-numbers were fun, but businesses were also fun! Poor, bored workers would gladly talk to him rather than crabby Karens, and they got paid for it! So Aaron smiled as the phone rang, and he grinned when someone picked up.

“Thanks for calling the Mystery Shack, you’re talking to Mr. Mystery himself! How may I befuddle or bewilder you?”

“Hi! How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”

“Oh, dude! I’d love to, but I’m scheduled for a tour of the Oddity Museum in three minutes.” The man said, and Aaron grinned continuously, because it sounded like Mr. Mystery really wanted to talk with him about dinosaurs. “But hey! Can you hold on for one minute, I think I know a guy!”

“Yeah, sure mister!” And Aaron was greeted by the sound of a catchy jingle about buying t-shirts and mugs and snowglobes. He smiled and wiggled his feet along to the music as he looked outside at the beautiful late-fall afternoon, entertained while he waited.

~~~~~~~~~~

Soos was on the hunt. He planned out the house in his head. Abuelita was taking a nap upstairs, Melody was organizing the upcoming tour, and Stan took Jacob out for ice cream, so he might be…

The owner of the Shack grinned when he stopped at the doorway and saw the man he was looking for, sitting in Stan’s chair, reading a book.

“Uncle Ford!”

The old sailor smiled up at the young man. “Yes, wh-...”

“Do you think you could answer the phone for me? I have a tour and I think this customer’s request is right up your alley.”

“Uh… sure, but w-...”

“Thanks, you’re the best!” And Soos was gone before he could address Ford’s confusion.

Ford was a bit lost, having little to no business with business, but he had learned at this point to trust Soos, so he picked up the phone beside him and was immediately greeted with a sweet, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”

Ford grinned and closed his book. “I would love to! All three periods are equally as fascinating to study, but the Triassic contains some of my favorite dinosaurs!”

A young voice gasped on the other line. “Mine, too! Everyone thinks the Jurassic period is so great, and it’s pretty cool, but the Triassic gave us Plateosaurus and the Brachiosaurus!”

“That’s very true! You know, it’s very interesting, maybe depictions don’t include feathers at all, which is a bit frustrating, but perhaps after the news has spread they will incorporate more feathers on merchandise and textbooks.”

“YES! That’s what I wanna do when I grow up, help draw better-accurate dinosaurs!”

~~~~~~~~~~

The phone rang on Sunday. The Shack was closed today, so Stan lazily answered it and was greeted with, “Wanna talk about dinosaurs?”

“Sixer, phone for you!”

Ford ran into the living room, elbowed his twin out of the chair, and took the phone. “Hello again, Aaron! Now, where were we? Right, so Australopithecus. … No, I don’t think… Oh! No, homo habilis was erect, Australopithecus was never fully erect.”

“Maybe he was nervous.” Stan groaned, getting to his feet.

Ford shot him a look as thankfully the young boy on the other end didn’t catch that and happily shared some more fun-facts about homo habilis.

~~~~~~~~~~

While most college students were excited for Spring Break so they could get drunk or lose their virginity, Katie was excited because her family had planned a special secret roadtrip. She was careful to keep up with her family and talk to her parents and brother frequently, but Aaron had a hobby he wasn’t talking about that his parents found out and were thrilled about. Aaron had made another friend.

Rick and Katie did some research and the tourist attraction sounded right up their alley! In the middle of the woods, tons of weird stuff, and a fun roadtrip filled with diners and attractions. They decided to surprise Aaron, and they made up a lie that they would spend Spring Break in California with Katie so she could show her family around San Francisco, when in actuality they would be traveling up the state to the Redwood Highway and see the oddity place, and maybe even allow Aaron to meet his new pen-pal. Or, um, phone-pal.

So after bombarding Katie with hugs the Mitchells threw her luggage into the car and drove off. Aaron turned to Katie and excitingly asked, “So where are we going first? Can we go fix the Golden Gate bridge by painting it gold?”

Katie laughed and ruffled his hair. “Maybe later, right now I wanna show you guys this fun store right outside of town. Here, check out the videos I made for my classes!” And she pulled out some airpods and gave one to Aaron.

“Cool!”

Rick and Linda smirked at each other as they drove north. By the time they reached a little diner in Redding, CA, it was very clear to Aaron that they weren’t in San Francisco anymore. “Come on, just tell me where we’re going!” The boy begged as he fed Monchi a fry.

“The best kind of prizes are the surprises.” Linda quoted.

“Eric, Deborahbot5000, where are we going?”

“Sorry, Aaron, we cannot give that information.” Eric said, he and the other robot sitting politely in their seats, happy to be a part of the social interaction.

“Yes, Mother will bury us if we disobey.” Deborahbot said matter-of-factly.

“What?! No I won’t, sweeties.”

“Won’t you ground us?”

The family laughed and Aaron let the topic go; if he was honest, he loved a good surprise. The big family stopped in a motel just at the California-Oregon border, and the next morning after muffins and coffee and orange juice they were on the road again, passing dozens of trees that made Rick feel at home. Katie happily recorded the trip, trusted to be the documenter for another fun roadtrip, with hopefully not as much mortal peril.

Aaron watched as they left the highway for a simple road, and they passed a big sign. The boy gasped and caught what was happening. “No WAY! Really?!”

“You know, I hear this Mystery Shack even has a Sasquatch.” Rick commented while Linda pulled out a pamphlet from the glove box.

“It says here it’s full of odd things you’ll never see anywhere else, even a dinosaur footprint…”

“Wasn’t there a rumor of there being a Bottomless Pit?” Katie asked, pointing her camera at Aaron to get his reaction.

“Thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!” Aaron cheered, hugging his Dad’s neck and kissing his Mom’s cheek.

“Hey, no worries, buddy.” Rick eased, fixing his shewed glasses. “We wanted to see this place, too!”

“Why don’t we eat a quick lunch and then we’ll take the backroad for the attraction? There’s a coupon in here for a diner made from a giant log!”

And so after being served by a pretty blonde teenager at Greasy’s, they drove through town to get to the backroad. Signs made them confident that they were going the correct way, as well as Eric and Deborahbot5000’s GPS. Then as they turned a corner, a big triangle-shaped building came into view. Aaron grinned at the giant sign with a missing letter. People were already leaving, arms full of souvenirs and one or two already wearing their new hats or t-shirts. Once Rick parked in the Free Parking Lot, Aaron spilled out of the car and ran for the shack, but he stopped.

Katie caught up to him and patted his back. “You cool, man?”

Aaron shrugged, holding his hands in front of him and his shoulders up to hide his face a bit. “I-I dunno… What if… What if he doesn’t like me?”

“Hey, I get it.” Katie admitted. “When I first met my friends I was really nervous. I had talked to them online for weeks and I was worried it wasn’t gonna be what it was all cracked up to be, but it was. Your system worked! You found another dino-lover! You earned this moment. Just take in a deep breath and be yourself, cuz you’re a pretty cool dude.”

Aaron smiled up at his big sister. “Thanks.”

Trusting Eric and Deborahbot5000 to watch Monchi and make sure he used the bathroom, the Mitchells went inside the shack. On the porch there was an ice cooler, a sign reading schedule times for tours of the Oddity Museum, a Help Wanted sign, and two rocking chairs with a game of checkers between them.

Inside the store a few customers filled up the gift shop, alongside t-shirts, snowglobes, a vending machine, a door beside ti that read Employees Only, a bookshelf full of comic on one side and old newspapers claiming alien sightings on the other, a fish tank holding a monkey-mermaid, and barrels full of spaceship keychains and dino claws. A new section called Camping Stuff caught Rick’s eye, selling backpacks, lanterns, flashlights, batteries, canteens, and compasses. Katie opened a comic called Lil’Stanley and laughed at the swears, taking a pic and sending it to her friends’ group chat. Linda looked into the barrel full of patches and grinned at all the fun designs, while Aaron stared happily at the mer-monkey.

The Employees Only door opened and closed and Rick watched as a man in a suit, fez, and eyepatch walked up to the lady at the register and kissed her cheek. The woman smiled lovingly and left while the guy who resembled a gopher checked a customer out. Rick waited until the buyer left to approach the register, leaning an arm on the counter.

“Welcome to the Mystery Shack, dude!”

“Thanks! So, this is gonna sound weird, but my son Aaron talks to a guy here about dinosaurs…”

“No way!” The owner interrupted excitedly. “Good to see you, dudes! I’m Mr. Mystery! Wow, you guys came a long way, huh?”

“Nah, only from California. My daughter is attending art school there.”

While the men chit-chatted and Linda joined them, Katie noticed a guy walking up to Aaron and looking at the mer-monkey. She smiled and tried to read the comic without being too nosy, but she kept her senses on her brother.

“Hm, quite fascinating, isn’t it?” The man in the blue hoodie said. “But I think my favorite is the fossilized footprint. Could be Nanuqsaurus hoglundi.”

“The Polar Bear Lizard?” Aaron clarified, touching his chin as he looked at the dino-print, his back to the man he was talking to. “Maybe, but they’re from Alaska. It’s possible plate tectonics did cause some fossils to be relocated here, but it could also be a Nanotyrannosaurus lancensis footprint.”

“The Dwarf Tyrant? Could very well be. Would you like to talk about dinosaurs after your tour?”

Aaron’s eyes widened as the voice was finally familiar to him. He turned and looked up to find an old man smiling up at him. He had fluffy gray hair with a white stripe running around his scalp, wrinkles by his eyes due to smiling, a cleft chin, glasses, and wore a blue hoodie with a maroon sweater underneath. His hands were behind his back and he smiled down at Aaron warmly, while the boy was jittery and overly-excited. He took in a sharp breath and had to fight every muscle to keep from leaping through the screen door. 

“H-H-Hi…” He peeped. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Y-Yeah, sure! I’d love to! I’m Aaron! Er, wait, you already knew that.” And he held out a hand to shake.

His phone-pal, Ford, chuckled and got on one knee to be eye-level. “Greeting, Aaron! It’s nice to formally meet you.”

Aaron shook his hand and noticed something. He had six fingers on his right hand. A quick glance told Aaron he also had six fingers on his left hand. Aaron grinned with sparkling eyes at his new friend, while the old sailor smiled warmly at the boy that reminds him of his niece and nephew when they were young.

#GF #mvsm #mitchells vs the machines #gravity falls #ford pines #soos ramirez #aaron mitchell #katie mitchell #rick mitchell #linda mitchell #eric and deborahbot5000

[ofmenoetius]

✖ ▒ OH, WHAT A COINCIDENCE! i was just thinking of [ PATROCLUS SON OF MENOETIUS ]. most swear their resemblance to [ SEAN TEALE ] is unmistakable, but he has / they have been around since the [ BRONZE AGE ]. it is rumoured that the [ DEMIBOY ] was born in [ OPUS ] in the year [ 1205 BC ], even though they don’t look a day over [ THIRTY ]. what a shame, though: they were once famed for being [ HONEST ] and [ PASSIONATE ] ; yet now, they seem more and more [ RESERVED ] and [ MERCURIAL ]. but while [ PATROCLUS ] spends their days working as a [ HARPIST FOR THE LONDINIUM SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA ], they are already notorious around town for [ UNSENT LOVE LETTERS ADDRESSED TO NO ONE ; BANDAGED FINGERS AND CALLOUSED HANDS ; A BEAT UP OLD FLIP PHONE ; THE FAINT SCENT OF COFFEE AND CARDAMOM ]. when you live forever, you might as well make the most of it. 

hi, hello –– i’m bella + also the worst !! this is my baby patroclus who’s one part powerpuff girl, two parts physical embodiment of the eyeroll, and generally just has really bad frown lines from being in a Bad Mood for like thousands of years or whatever. ( will not get botox sadly, someone convince him ) anyway –– i am here for every single plot of every single kind !! just like this and / or hmu on discord @ halaldaddy#3725 !!

TASK ONE : THE RUNDOWN

▼ STATISTICS.

full name: patroclus, son of menoetius.

moniker / nickname: officially goes by patrick in 2020, and he has the fake ids to prove it. generally isn’t the biggest fan of nicknames. 

titles: tbd.

gender && pronouns: demi-boy && he / him + they / them. 

dob && age: april 24th, 1205 BC && really old –– about 3224 years old, give or take, but he’s been thirty for a really long time. 

place of birth: opus, greece. 

previous residences: opus, athens, larissa, cape town, cardiff, inverness, paris, milan, caracas, && londinium –– in that order. 

zodiac sign: taurus. 

ethnicity: white && venezuelan. 

sexual orientation: demisexual. 

romantic orientation: homoromantic. 

occupational history: perpetual soldier, squire, orange farmer, lutist, revolutionary, boxer, harpist. among others. 

▼ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: sean teale.

height: 185 cm && 6′2. 

physical build: mesomorph && visibly muscular && painfully straight back from years of his father’s voice still stuck in his head. ( it’s 2020, maybe he really should go to therapy for his daddy issues, but how do you tell a therapist your dad died before the trojan war ?? asking for a friend. )

eye colour and shape: dark brown && hooded, really long lashes which he does oil at night && also lines his eyes with kohl. it’s habit. 

hair colour and style: dark, cropped, usually trimmed neatly. 

usual expression: bored, reluctant smile.

accent and speech style: heavily accented english, but it’s impossible to pin down where he might be from. speaks spanish and greek with more ease than he does english.

distinguishing marks / characteristics: both ear lobes pierced, gold studs in both. a shield tattooed on his left flank. plenty of scars –– one across his right eyebrow, scarred && calloused hands, a very large scar that refused to heal right on his left shoulder. 

clothing style: anything he can find, really ; athletic for the most part, but smart button-downs ( always button-downs, never button ups ) for work. 

jewellery and accessories: a thin, gold chain around his neck ; his an engraved ring hangs from it, tucked away. a deliberate collection of rings on his fingers: a curved edge, yellow gold signet ring from a third-generation foundry in greece ; a classic medusa ring picked up in florence during the renaissance ; a turquoise inlaid silver signet ring ; a silver plated band, worn on his left thumb.

▼ FAMILY.

father: menoetius, deceased ( thank fuck ). 

mother: philomela, deceased. 

siblings, if any: myrto, his sister. 

extended relations: none that he knows. 

significant other(s): achilles && only achilles. it could only ever be achilles.

children: none, except his –– 

household pet(s): he has two tabby cats named menelaus and ajax ( just a little fun joke for himself, okay –– don’t @ him. ) 

▼ FAVOURITES.

colour: gold ; every shade. 

weather: storms –– it reminds him of mornings spent inside, the air sticky and humid, sweat on his upper lip and a laugh on his tongue. 

food item: he’s a vegetarian –– he always has been, especially since he didn’t always have food, especially during the 1100s. so yeah, patroclus isn’t exactly picky –– anything veg and vaguely edible’s fine –– but he does love a vegan burger ( normal cheese, please ). the perks of the 21st century. okay, and he loves green olives. 

beverage: he’s a stereotype, he loves red wine. ( fine, he hates wine –– he likes tequila. )

time of day: late at night, late enough that the streets are quiet and the air feels thin and he can breathe deeply. 

television genre: not that patroclus has time to watch tv –– plus he’s got one of those old picture tube tvs from the dinosaur era –– but he loves a good underwater documentary. and shark week. and the history channel –– he likes to catch what they got wrong. 

favourite era lived: he’d do anything to go back to the day before he died –– anything. to say a proper goodbye, to say all the very many things he’d never said because he thought he had all the time in the world. but also, he really loved the ‘70s in londinium.

▼ PERSONALITY.

hobbies: boxing && reading && falling asleep in the sun. 

pet peeves: people talking in circles && liars. 

phobias: patroclus doesn’t like drowning. he’s died of drowning once && come back from it, but he absolutely hated it. he’ll take anything over it. 

allergies: coffee. which is fine, because patroclus likes green tea anyway. ( well, green tea with like three whole spoonfuls of honey. )

mbti type: isfj – t.

enneagram type: 

35% the challenger.

48% the skeptic.

22% the peacemaker.

positive traits: passionate && honest && loyal && dependable.

negative traits: reserved && mercurial && blunt && pessimistic && headstrong && forlorn.

morning routine: goes for a run every morning before dawn, goes to a boxing class, has breakfast at the bookshop on the way home, and gets to work at least an hour early. it’s boring and it’s too familiar and patroclus wouldn’t change it –– he’d rather have predictable than the alternative. he’s tired of losing people and places and old routines, so he’s holding on to this one until he has to move again in another twenty years.

beauty routine: nothing really ; patroclus keeps his beard neat and his hair trimmed. he oils and curls his lashes, oils his beard. he misses baths –– big baths that you could sit in and just stay in until you pruned. but he only has a shower in his apartment now. 

sleeping habits: patroclus hasn’t slept through the night since before his first death ; nowadays, it’s a few hours of sleep at a time, and plenty of nightmares to keep him company. the good thing is, he’s very used to waking up early –– rather than tossing and turning or watching his ceiling until dawn, he’s up and out of bed. 

oldest belonging: he doesn’t have anything –– nothing. patroclus always leaves things behind, always. it’s easier that way. and sure, he regrets it sometimes. but there’s no use crying over the past, right? not when he has an endless future. 

living space && home: it’s small –– it’s really small. but it has bay windows, a shitty little terrace with doors that the wind knocks open, and plants everywhere. there’s a kingsize mattress on the ground, one set of sheets total and they’re made of cotton-silk. orange, of course.  

INTRODUCTION : tw death ; tw war .

his childhood wasn’t pretty. patroclus was born too skinny, too weak –– maybe not sickly, but he wasn’t wanted. he wasn’t loved. he was born into a war, and his war was his father. his war was his father’s shame. so when he killed another by accident –– in anger, in frustration, by mistake –– his father was more than happy to ship him off ; and somehow, that was the greatest gift his father could have ever given him. thanks, dad. 

it’s been so long, everything feels like a dream. it feels too sunlit and too warm to the touch. it feels too easy. and sure, he can’t remember all that much about it. but he remembers achilles. he remembers being so happy that he felt sick to his stomach. but he doesn’t remember hector’s knife in his stomach or dying that very first time. but he remembers waking up to hades in the underworld, and he remembers the sickening realisation that he could never go back ever again –– he was here, and he was alive, and he still had to leave everything he once knew behind. 

patroclus didn’t want money or fame ; he’d only ever wanted a love to call his own and a place to call his home. and since he’d lost both already, he was tired. so he went off to work on an orange farm, right at the edge of the world –– or well, the edge of his world. he was still in greece, news travelling to them every few months or years, and it was alright. he was away from the rest of the world, labouring under the cruel sun and sleeping into the cool night, and waking up to do it all over again. he smiled at the kids on his way into town and gave them an armful of oranges each. and then when people began to wonder whywhywhy he wasn’t aging, patroclus moved on to the next village –– and then the next, and then the next. 

it was 1465 + he was in florence when he saw a lute again –– a laugh escaping him before he could start to remember when he last laughed out loud. it reminded him of home, of a long time ago. so he began to play for money and food and a place to stay. and it took him all over the world –– meeting people who’d die before he’d reach his next destination and learning things he’d never be able to forget. 

going to war became a habit. the crusades, the gallic wars, the jacobite rising, the war of the roses, the french revolution, the seven weeks war, world war i, the russian revolution, world war ii, and so very many more –– patroclus wasn’t really fighting, but he was trying. he was trying to make sure some good came out of them, that there was some death that he could stop, some blows he could take if it meant another lived. but at some point, he just couldn’t keep doing it anymore. his heart hurt and his nightmares followed him in the daylight. 

now, well –– he’s a harpist for the londinium symphony. patroclus has been her for all of about 12 years now ; he doesn’t want to move, not yet. but throughout his many, many lifetimes, he’s perfected and loved the harp –– it’s the only thing he recognises in this brave new world, and he’s going to hang onto it for as long as he can. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

survival of the stubborn: a mentor, someone patroclus met after a long, long time of being immortal, but someone who taught him to stop being completely miserable and enjoy the time they have. if it wasn’t for this person, patroclus probably wouldn’t have lasted all that long.

death becomes you: immortal friends ; the gang, the squad. the ride or dies –– so to speak. they can go decades without talking or meeting, but they get together again every fifty years and know they can rely on each other. plus, they can literally whatsapp each other now –– like, what. 

orange you glad to see me: he worked on an orange farm in greece after their first death in about 1200 BC, and met this person there. maybe this person owned the farm, maybe this person was just a guest of the owners, maybe they also worked on the farm, or maybe they just met each other in the village nearby –– but they met again years and years and years later and it was a lowkey lightbulb moment of oh, so i’m not alone out here for patroclus !! 

please turn the music off: musician friends + members of the orchestra ( mortal or immortal ) + anyone who’s into music and they might have met each other over the years !! perhaps a mentor or maybe they even totally hate each other, but just about any type of music relation !!

encore, encore: patroclus worked / played in a few different courts over the years –– always the lute or harp –– so this might be someone he might have played for !! 

tequila’s my best friend: drinking buddies !! what it says on the tin. patroclus is a miserable drinker, usually ends up spilling all of his secrets, sometimes ends up breaking things. 

the war followed me back home: patroclus served in plenty of wars until 1950 –– far too many, with new names and new titles and new ranks every time. to do some good in the world. or maybe they were just chasing their first death at hector’s hands. either way –– this is someone they might have served with !! could be a commanding officer ; a fellow soldier ; or even a doctor / nurse !!

old enemies, new friends: people he just doesn’t get along with. at all. ever. they’re always hated each other, maybe they even killed each other a few times, but just some sort of enemies !!

more to be added !!

#this is so long i hate myself #im so sorry #qismat.intro #qismat.task #qismat.taskone

[missweber]

Here’s the final part of this story for Day 7 (Free Day) of @lardo-week! Please excuse any typos, but I am falling asleep as I type. AO3 version goes up tomorrow. I had good intentions, but Benadryl.

(Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6)

Read the entire thing on AO3

Chapter 7 - to arrive where we started

"We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time"

–T.S. Eliot

A year after Lardo graduated, her bà ngoại moved into a retirement community. It wasn't quite assisted living, but assistance was available. 

At first, Lardo's mom looked at it as a failure on her own part. As a dutiful daughter, she should be the one to look after her mother in her old age just as her mother had looked after her during infancy.

Lardo knew all too well what it was like to struggle with the idea that what you thought you should do wasn't always the right thing to do. 

Bà ngoại had laughed aside the idea as she patted mom's hand. "We would murder each other, my precious girl. Besides, I'm going because I want go and before I have to go. And all of my friends are there. I'll be able to play cards every day, if I like."

Oh, yes. Cards. Lardo had seen bà ngoại at the card table. Bà ngoại at the card table was like Lardo at the pong table. 

It didn't take much imagination to see a younger bà ngoại kicking everyone's asses at flip cup. 

Scratch that. It didn't take much imagination to see bà ngoại kicking everyone asses now.

"What are you smiling at, child?" Bà ngoại asked with an innocence that fooled absolutely no one.

"The way you're going to totally dominate the canasta table. So, do you need any help moving? I know some big strong guys who owe me a favor or five."

And so it was that all four foot ten of bà ngoại led a procession of current and former hockey players down the halls of the Fern Hill Retirement Community. Lardo wasn't sure what grapevine had been called into play, but all of her bà ngoại's friends had found some reason to pass through that part of the building. 

Later, Lardo would swear she saw one woman fan herself like she was Blanche from the Golden Girls.

If the smugness radiating off of bà ngoại could be converted into energy, all of Boston would be shining like the sun.

Bà ngoại had few enough things that none of the guys had to make more than two trips. Ransom and Holster took their leave as soon as they were done, as did Snowy, but from the look of things, Tater had gotten himself adopted by a couple of elderly Russian widows, while Bitty had locked in on the community's most avid bakers as if he were a butter-seeking missile. She wasn't sure where Jack and Shitty had gone off to, but they could look after themselves.

The larger pieces of furniture had been set where they needed to be with little fuss (except for one carved wooden table which had to be set just so), and all the boxes were placed in the appropriate spots as decreed by Lardo's clipboard.

"Do you need any help unpacking, bà ngoại?"

Bà ngoại waved her off even as she dug into the one box that she had carried herself. "No... actually yes. I would love it if you got my bed made up. I have a few things I need to do before I can call this place home, and then I think I will take a nap."

It didn't take long to find the sheets and make the bad, thanks the clearly labeled boxes. When she returned to the living room, she smiled to see the old photo of her ông ngoại already set up on the carved wood table, right where it belonged, surrounded by the familiar vases, bowls, and incense burner. 

But bà ngoại wasn't done with whatever it was she needed to make this place a home. She held a large framed picture to her chest and was clearly deciding between two possible walls. 

"There, I think," bà ngoại said, pointing to the wall next to the kitchenette. "Can you help me hang this?"

This was a framed picture of a blobby, spiky animal—supposedly a triceratops—in faded pinks, yellows and oranges. It was an unskilled drawing, but Lardo could see the beginnings of a sense of color, of form, of light.

"Yeah," she said, voice thick. "Let's do this."

There was measuring, and marking, and squabbling, and a couple of bent nails, but eventually the picture was up.

"There. Now this is home," bà ngoại declared. Her late husband's photo and her granddaughter's drawing were both where they should be, and apparently that was all it took.

Lardo hugged her gently, remembering when bà ngoại had been the taller one and she was the smaller one. 

Lardo had been Larissa back then, a little girl who had loved dinosaurs almost as much as she loved her bà ngoại.

"Do you remember how you always said you wanted to be a paleontologist when you grew up?"

Lardo sort of remembered that, but what she actually remembered was—

"You always used to get so mad when your parents told people how you used to pronounce it!" bà ngoại said gleefully.

"Arrrgh!" Lardo cringed in embarrassment and tugged at her hair. "They said it was cute! I hate being called cute!" 

The way bà ngoại smiled said that she knew damned well just how much Lardo hated it—and found it cute.

"I remember how much you loved making up stories with your toy dinosaurs. Do you still have that big plush one?"

"Mr. Steggy?" She scoffed. "Heck yeah I still have him!"

"Good. I thought it was a little sad when you stopped being so interested in dinosaurs."

"Mr. Steggy is forever. And now I'm into ducks, which are, like, stealth dinosaurs."

She still remembered the little thrill when she learned that dinosaurs were still around in the form of birds. 

They hadn't gone extinct.

They just weren't what you expected them to turn out to be. But they were still there.

She hugged her bà ngoại goodbye and went to collect her boys.

The others assumed that her thoughtful mood on the way home was due to the idea of moving her grandmother into a retirement community, but that was only part of it.

She thought about all the times her family asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. 

At first, she had wanted to be a paleontologist the way other kids wanted to be astronauts, back when it wasn't the reality of the job you wanted but the cool factor of ACTUAL MONSTERS or SPACESHIPS.

Then, there was the dream of being an artist.

And fuck it, she was an artist. She just also happened to be an equipment manager for a professional hockey team, a job that wasn't in any way, shape, or form on her list of dream jobs at any point ever.

But, via a 'happy accident,' George had mentioned something to Thirdy about needing to train up a replacement for Stu, and Thirdy had said something to Marty, and...

And because a previous 'happy accident' had led her to Jack and a job that got her away from that miserable deep-fryer, here she was.

She had taken to the job like a duck-billed dinosaur to water. It hadn't taken long for the team to take to her. Of course it helped that Jack already loved her, Tater already adored her, Snowy already admired her, and Poots already (rightfully) feared her.

She was jolted out of her musings when Jack pulled up in front of Haus 2.0.

"Later, gator?" Shitty asked. Lardo didn't say anything, but gave him a lingering kiss. 

With training camp starting up soon, it made more sense to crash with Jack and Bitty during the week. In another year, she and Shitty would probably be ready to find a place of their own, so it didn't make sense to move into our out of either place completely.

Jack and Bitty had to go on a grocery run, which Lardo suspected was an excuse to give her some alone time.

Jack was a good bro, really he was.

Lardo let herself into the condo. The picture hanging next to the kitchen pass-through was familiar enough that she didn't usually notice it anymore, but now she stopped to look at it.

Bitty had declared that Still Life With a Fuckton of Jam was one of his favorite graduation presents, and the fact that he hung it by his beloved kitchen said more than a 'thank you' ever could.

She passed by her Junior Show sky-scape as she cut through the living room. She loved that it was owned by someone who saw it being made and who wanted to hang on to the memory of the making of it.

No, this wasn't what she pictured when she thought about being an artist when she grew up, but that dream was still very much alive. Just not in the way she had expected it to be.

It was better. She would never say this out loud, because it would completely nuke her cred, but it was all tangled up in love. 

Even when she was doing work for hire, it was still about the people. She still went to the Macey's used bookstore where the steps she had painted enticed young readers up to a nook furnished with cushions and hidey-holes. And every time, Macey still gushed about how she had wanted a staircase like that in her bookstore ever since she saw one as a child, and now she had the store of her dreams, and wasn't it wonderful?

She was halfway through another commission, this one for a friend of Snowy's who needed a re-do on his mask after getting traded to the Aeros. Jukes was super-psyched about the retro-futurist space-themed design she was doing in the Aeros' silver and red, so psyched Lardo half-suspected that kid-Jukes would have said he wanted to be an astronaut when he grew up (possibly a hockey-playing astronaut—he was Canadian, after all).

Snowy had taken one look at the design and had declared that by the end of the season, Lardo would have a three year waiting list, and that if he weren't so superstitious about his current mask, he'd be next in line after Jukes.

Having another job (one that she loved) gave her the freedom to pick and choose the art she wanted to do the way she wanted to do it and for the people she wanted to do it for. One day, she might be able to do it full time and she really hoped she would get there.

The important thing was, she was an artist. It was an essential part of who she was and who she would be, just like Bitty didn't need to own a bakery to be a baker.

She flopped down on the bed in Jack's guest room (which was already halfway to being 'her' room). She was exhausted enough to want to nap, but too keyed up to do so.

So, she picked up her bedside sketch pad, flipped to a mostly empty page, and began doodling.

She started with a triceratops.

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #lardo duan #shitty x lardo #my fic

[midnightbluefox]

I actually cried when @gopherbroke gifted me this amazing Reylo Halloween art this morning. 

At the beginning of the month, we talked about what costumes Rey and Kylo would wear for Halloween in my fic, Broken Things, but I never expected to be gifted something so amazing. She is beyond talented and has such a kind heart, I MEAN, LOOK AT THIS. 

It’s honestly just beyond beautiful and I can’t thank her enough <3

I also wrote a Broken Things one-shot featuring The Princess Bride costumes and all the fluff, which I’ll post below.

If you haven’t read Broken Things and want to, you can right here!

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“I, uh, I don’t know how I feel about this,” Kylo said, and Rey turned around just in time to see him pulling at the black pants molded around his thighs.

Admittedly, they were a little tight. But damn, she wasn’t complaining. Not when it meant she got to admire every inch of his thick, powerful legs encased in black leather.

He turned around to look in the mirror again and her mouth went dry at the sight of his ass in those form-fitting pants. Nope, she wasn’t complaining one bit. Not one single bit.

“I think you look great,” she told him honestly. “And it’s too late to turn back, you’ve already committed.”

Kylo grimaced. “How was I supposed to say no when you got so excited? You played me.”

She laughed, shaking her head as she pulled her red dress out of its bag and smoothed out the wrinkles. When Poe had told them that he wanted to plan a Halloween party, with costumes mandatory, Rey instantly knew what she wanted to do. The Princess Bride.

There was no denying it; the thought of Kylo in those black pants, billowing shirt, and pirate boots… it did embarrassing things to her. And how could she not love the idea of dressing up like Buttercup? That red dress still gave her flutters in her chest every time she watched the movie.

She’d never thought that he would agree but here they were, and he was filling out that costume in all the ways that she had hoped. Better than she had hoped, if she was being honest.

He lifted his arms in front of the mirror, his black sleeves puffing with air from the movement. It was a little comical looking but all she could focus on was the way that shirt stretched across his broad chest, the front ties just begging to be undone.

Fuck, it was going to be a long night.

She draped her dress over her bed, going over and wrapping her arms around Kylo to press a kiss on his shoulder. “Listen, it’s Halloween. Everyone gives each other a hard time about their dorky costumes, that’s just part of the fun. But I think you look amazing.”

His dark eyes met her own in the mirror, an uncertain look settling on his face. “You really do?”

Rey nodded, letting her hands slide down a little, fingers dipping under his shirt to stroke at the bare skin of his stomach. “I’d be happy to show you just how good I think you look, after the party.”

His stomach muscles tensed under her hands and she could see a small smile curling at the corners of his lips in the mirror.

A deep sound rumbled through him. “Are you sure we can’t just cancel?”

Laughing, she pulled away and spun him around, tucking his shirt in quickly, then handed him his mask. “Not on your life. Poe would just break down the door and yank us out of bed.”

“I mean, I didn’t say anything about using the bed,” he said with a suggestive gleam in his eye.

She rolled hers with a grin, pushing him towards the door. “Go make sure everything is ready, I need to get dressed.”

Kylo dipped into a wide bow, backing out of the room. “As you wish.”

Her cheeks were hot as she closed the door, hating how easily he affected her.

——

Fifteen minutes later, she was just coming out of her room when someone knocked on the door. She heard Kylo heading to answer it so she took a minute to straighten her long dress and gave her apartment one last quick look over.

She had been worried that suggesting the party be here would end up being a mistake, but Poe and Finn had stopped by earlier and decorated the whole place. It felt like every inch was covered in cobwebs, bats, or black lace tablecloths, the whole place lit up with festive purple and orange lights. To be honest, she had just wanted the party to be here so if Kylo got overwhelmed, he could go hide in the bedroom and calm down without feeling weird. But it had actually turned out better than she had hoped.

He still hadn’t come back from answering the door so Rey made her way over to make sure everything was okay. The sight that greeted her was nothing she could have ever imagined.

Poe, obviously dressed as Ian Malcolm, complete with thick-framed glasses, an open black button up, and a splint on his leg, was helping Kylo pull a very unamused looking Finn through her front door. Finn, who was wearing one of those inflatable t-rex costumes.

She lost her shit.

“Can you stop laughing at me and help?” Finn snapped, embarrassment obvious in his voice.

She tried her hardest to stop, she really did. But then she looked at him again.

“This is not helping,” he ground out. He tried to shoulder-shuffle through the door, his little dinosaur arms flopping around.

Kylo stepped back, covering his face with a hand, shoulders shaking. He was trying so hard.

“Okay, wait,” Rey managed to gasp out, trying to catch her breath. “How did you even manage to get him up here in the first place?”

Poe grinned hugely, like he’d accomplished some great feat. “We took him through the double exit doors around back. And I just walked behind him and held him up on the stairs. There were a few close calls but we made it.”

She just stared at him as Kylo shook his head slowly, lips pressed together tightly as he tried not to laugh.

“Can we talk about this after you get me through the door?” Finn nearly growled, much to Poe’s delight.

In the end, they just had to deflate his suit. Luckily, Poe brought the fan in case he wilted throughout the night. He was free to move around the kitchen and living room, though no one mentioned what the plan would be if he needed to go to the bathroom. She supposed they’d tackle that one when they got to it.

On the plus side, they’d all been so busy laughing at Finn’s costume that no one commented on Kylo’s, though Rey did catch Poe checking out his ass with an approving look on his face.

A few minutes later, someone else knocked on the door and Rey let in Rose and her sister Paige, both dressed as Hogwarts students. Though they weren’t super close, especially with Rey not working at the cafe anymore, she’d always liked Rose’s sweet and supportive nature.

A couple more friends of Poe’s shuffled in and Rey’s little apartment was starting to feel a bit crowded. She wiggled through people to find Kylo serving drinks out of a bowl shaped like a witch’s cauldron and oozing mist from the dry ice.

“Hey,” she muttered, pressing against his side. “You doing okay?”

He nodded, though the movement was a bit jerky and she could see a muscle tick in his jaw. This many people in her small apartment, necessary socializing with strangers… it was wearing on him.

“Don’t forget, just say the word and I’ll create a distraction so you can slip away.”

His smile was strained but genuine. “I’m okay for now.”

“I’m not,” an annoyed voice said from the other side of the counter. Hux stood there, empty cup in hand, trademark scowl across his face. “I’m exhausted thanks to my client from hell and everyone keeps giving me dirty looks for not wearing a dumb costume.”

Kylo looked thoughtful, raising his eyebrows. “Client from hell… Hux, that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said about me. Maybe coming to a party and loosening up a little is good for you.”

Hux actually sneered at him. “You’re one to talk about loosening up, Ren. How long until you nervous sweat straight through that ridiculous shirt of yours? I only came because you said free drinks.”

“Actually,” Rey whispered loudly, “he’s only in a good mood because Rose wore that short plaid skirt.”

She was totally reaching, making a guess based off of the lingering, carefully expressionless look he’d given Rose across the kitchen earlier, but his ears turned bright red.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said stiffly, turning around and walking away with his empty cup.

They watched him go in a stunned silence.

“Well, that was weird,” Kylo finally said. “Should we warn Rose?”

Rey considered for a second. “I mean, I feel like I should, as her friend. But also, I want to see where this goes. And it’s not like Rose couldn’t take care of herself if he approached her. That girl would destroy him, and I’m just saying, I wouldn’t mind seeing it.”

Chuckling, he leaned against the counter, looking visibly less tense and together, they watched Finn try to back into an empty corner without knocking anything over.

“This is the first Halloween party that I’ve ever been to,” Kylo told her. “Or uh, thrown, I guess.”

Rey grinned, remembering cheesy party after cheesy party over the years. It was pretty much an unspoken requirement that if you were throwing a Halloween party, it couldn’t be too high budget or cool.

“You haven’t missed much,” she told him. “They’re all pretty similar to this; silly costumes, cheap drinks, and cheaper decorations.”

“I kind of weirdly like it,” he admitted. He always sounded so surprised when he tried something new and enjoyed it.

She felt bad for a second, thinking about how she’d almost declined to have the party or go at all. Leia was throwing one for her foundation and all of the kids they’d been helping were invited. She didn’t want to miss it, or the chance to connect with some of the children who she’d been counseling, but now she was happy she did. Making these sorts of memories with Kylo would always be a priority to her.

“Then we’ll do another one next year,” she said, giving him a smile. “Though, we might have to use your apartment instead… mine will probably still be going through repairs after Finn gets done destroying everything tonight.” She laughed, having seen him knock several things over already.

He tensed up next to her. “I actually wanted to talk to you about that… though now might not be the best time.”

Rey could feel her eyebrows coming together in confusion. What exactly did he want to talk to her about? The Halloween party next year?

Taking his hand, she led him out of the kitchen and through the crowded living room, managing to make it to the bedroom in one piece. She distinctly heard a suggestive whistle that she knew was Poe, and gave him the finger and a saucy smile as she closed the door behind them.

BB immediately darted out from underneath her bed, Kylo’s mask firmly between his teeth. She’d been looking for it all day.

“You brat,” she muttered, going over to sit next to Kylo on the bed. He looked pale, paler than before, and his fingers were tapping out a frantic beat against his leg.

She caught this hand in her own, squeezing gently. “Hey, what’s going on? You’re obviously nervous.”

His dark eyes met hers, always so vulnerable and open. If anyone ever wanted to know what he was feeling, all they needed to do was study his eyes.

“You’d think after everything we’ve been through, I wouldn’t get nervous with you anymore,” he said, a self-deprecating smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “I wasn’t planning on asking you tonight but I just… I couldn’t get it off of my mind and we’re having a good time and it just seemed-”

“Ask me?” Rey cut him off, mouth going strangely dry. She was suddenly hyper-aware of the heat of his hand in hers.

He took a deep breath. “I wanted to ask you to move in with me. I mean, if you’d like to move in with me. I know we live literally right next to each other but if we moved in together, we wouldn’t have to-”

She laughed softly, cutting him off again. “Kylo, you don’t have to convince me. I’ve been hoping you’d ask for a while now. It makes sense and I want to live with you.”

And there it was; the look of surprise lighting up his face and turning his dark eyes into a warm brown.

“Okay,” he breathed. “Okay, let’s move in together.”

“Well, we can’t right this second,” she teased, shifting closer, heart pounding with excitement and love. “There’s kind of a party going on, if you didn’t notice.”

“Really? I didn’t,” he deadpanned, making her chuckle.

Leaning up, Rey kissed him softly, his lips warm and welcoming against her own. She’s known for a while now that home was wherever Kylo was, where they could be together.

He wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer, deepening the kiss eagerly. He tasted like relief and happiness, of the promise of their life together.

A loud bang on the door sent them jerking apart, a startled gasp escaping Rey.

“Are you guys getting it on in there?” Poe called, banging on the door again, sounding like he’d already had a few drinks. “I know life finds a way and all that, but there’s a party out here and we’re all going to listen to you guys if you are.”

A loud chorus of “nopes” and “no ways” followed his statement and one disgusted sounding scoff that had to have come from Hux.

Rey covered her face, wondering if this hadn’t been a mistake after all.

“You know what,” she told Kylo, who looked like he didn’t know whether he should laugh or hide under the bed. “I think my window opens to the fire escape. Want to sneak up to the roof and hide out all night?”

His laugh shook the bed. “That sounds perfect.”

#reylo #reylo fanfic #broken things #reylo modern au #reylo coffeeshop #reylo halloween #reylo fanart #rey #kylo ren #ben solo #star wars #the princess bride #bb8 #fluff

[shards-of-realities-blog]

DrAGgggoN

(Oof I forgot about this ask it say half finished in the drafts for FOREVER oops. I also completely forgot what this ask is in response to but I am alsways happy to talk Dragons so...also on mobile the formatting is being weird tonight so forgive me for that)

Bro how’d I know you’d ask....this has changed so much since you last heard me mini dump about it so let’s bEGIN

I’m arranging this real neatly in like, sections an stuff because this is about to be the mOTHER of all infodumps babey!!

Overview

Okay so basically we got five (six?) main dragons, the basic plot I have is that a massive earthquake causes an even more massive rockslide on the mountains where one breed of dragon lives, and tears up the territory of the other breeds. So while they try to recuperate and survive, they send out a party made from one dragon of each breed to go find new lands for them.

Enter Crimson, a Mountain Dragon; Breeze, a Moor Dragon; Coral, an Ocean Dragon, and Jay, a Forest Dragon. They meet an outcast Flightless called Slate on their journey, and the sixth dragon will come later.

Breeds

Mountain

Mountain Dragons are based off of dinosaurs as a whole, but primarily pterodactyls. They have the same heads as them, but a little larger and rounder. Their skin is all leather, and is all one color, usually a shade of gray and sometimes black or white, with the occasional red dragon. They’re strong, but in more of a scrappy way than a muscular way. They have similar feet to a pterodactyl, as well as TONS of spikes. Ridges of spikes over their eyes (which have evolved to be narrow against the harsh wind), spikes around the base of their head sort of like a triceratops, spikes down their neck to their wings, spikes on their tail- and wingtips. Very aggressive looking.

They’re born with only a few spikes at the base of heir heads and wings that are little more than floppy flaps of skin. As they grow from hatchlings to dragonlings, their skin toughens, spikes begin to grow in, and wings get stronger. By the time they’re fledglings, almost all spikes are grown in and wings are fully developed.

Fledglings learn to fly by lining up on a ridge where two peaks are very close together, then essentially flinging themselves off of it. An older, stronger dragon acts in the role of Flight Assitant, and flies after them to help if they fall.

Names on the mountain are generally just supposed to sound badass and correlate with appearances (hence Crimson, who is a deep red).

Mountain Dragons are tough, strong, and too proud for their own good. A lot of them have some form of trauma, because of dangerous life among the peaks, but they’d never let it on. Most know to leave a suffering dragon alone to spare their dignity, unless they’re in real danger. A very aloof and cunning group altogether, that places too much emphasis on all forms of strength.

They also have the power of Earthspeak, which allows them to communicate without words. It’s best on solid rock, but dirt will work in a pinch. It doesn’t transmit words so much as feelings, like fear or pain. Dragons can’t tell who’s sending the message unless they know the dragon well enough to sense a sort of aura accompanying their message. It helps a lot when another dragon is panicking and doesn’t want to be patronized, since others can send subtle reassurance to them without exposing their “weakness.”

Moor

Moor Dragons are styled after lions, with thick, square heads, bodies, eyes, and also manes. Females have manes, too, but smaller and less extravagant than males. They’re fur covered, and generally shades of green or brown to blend in with their surroundings. They’re the largest dragon breed, with Mountain Dragons barely coming higher than their shoulders. Basically, think Elliott from Pete’s Dragon, but with a big dark green mane.

Hatchlings are a lot like small Great Danes or other big dogs—long legs, massive paws, and big heads. Their wings are very big too, and drag on the ground. As they get bigger, they grow into their disproportionate bodies and begin to grow manes, and by fledgling age they look almost proportional and have substantial manes. Very strong legs, good for running, and impossibly huge wings for lifting all that body weight.

Since they live on the moors, there aren’t any high cliffs for Moor fledglings to fling themselves off of, so usually they just run to build up speed, then crest over a rise and jump into the air. Softer crash landings, for sure.

Names are based off the moor and surroundings, things their breed represents (hence, Breeze).

Moor Dragons are considered to be all brawn and no brains by the others, and while they may be a smidge lower on the IQ scale, they’re brilliant emotionally, and make great friends—or terrible ones, if you’re a Mountainer.

They have the power of....something that isn’t named yet, but they can hear very, very well. Not dog-well, we’re talking miles and miles and miles. They can stretch their hearing at will, and if they had less of a moral compass they’d make great spies. It helps for assessing danger, hunting, and locating lost/hurt/whatever dragons.

Ocean

Ocean Dragons are based largely off beta fish—I love their fins and tails! They have a much wider range of possible colors, mostly vibrant ones like pinks and oranges and yellows, but other colors are possible (Coral, of course, is pink-orange). Like beta fish, they’re covered in long, gorgeous fins, and the ends of their wings taper off in the same fashion. Their wings also act as extra flippers in the water! They have gills to breathe underwater but can stand being above the surface for a few hours, a day at most, before they start having serious issues. Dry land makes their scales itch, as well, and after a while their fins will tear like paper. They have big, round eyes and snouts, and small but razor sharp teeth, unlike the long, thin fangs of the Mountain or the thick, pointed teeth of the Moor.

They begin as hatchlings with a few very small fins, huge eyes, and no wings. Their wings develop as they grow and fins progressively get longer. As dragonlings they have small wings, dull teeth, and more proportional eyes.

They learn to fly by swimming very hard and fast to the surface and launching out of the water, which takes some getting used to bc of the water-to-air transition and the strength required to jump out of the water at all.

Their names are usually based off of their environment or their appearance, or both in Coral’s case.

I haven’t figured out what power they have yet...maybe it’s just the ability to swim? Who knows man...

Forest

Forest dragons are based off of birds! They have huge raptor beaks and talons and feathers, and they strongly resemble birds of prey in terms of body shapes. They also have the coloring of common birds, and not just raptors, but little things like robins and chickadees and such. Colors aren’t hereditary though, because I said so, so a robin and a hawk could totally have like, a dove. And just like birds, they start off a little floofy and a little ugly, then grow out their plumage as they get older. Very small, short enough that a Mountain dragon could rest their chin on a Forest’s head without too much trouble. Stocky, though, and those claws/beaks are sharp.

Just like birds, Forest Dragons learn to fly by throwing themselves out of trees! Falling is rough, what with branches and a looooong way down, but luckily most of them are okay. (Jay doesn’t, though. She can fly, but not well, and it causes issues).

Names, if it wasn’t obvious, come from the birds they resemble. For example, Jay is colored just like a blue jay.

Forest Dragons have the power to communicate with the forest around them sort of telepathically, and can ask the trees to move for them or coax the flowers to grow. (Note: Ask or coax, not force. Nature is temperamental)

Flightless

The Flightless Dragon I mentioned is part of a group of outcasts outside the rest of the territory, and obviously the group is made of dragons who can’t fly, due to injury or birth defect or whatever. Technically they aren’t formally exiled, but no one likes to stick around, especially because the attitude towards hem isn’t a nice one.

Some of the Flightless take new names when they leave, but others keep their old ones, like Slate.

Slate used to live with the other Mountain Dragons, until he fell from a ledge as a young fledgling and tore/broke one wing on the rocks. He tried his best to survive, but the worst place to be grounded is the mountains, where there’s very little you can do on foot. It’s just too treacherous.

And now, the mysterious sixth dragon. These dragons don’t live near the others—they were discovered by Crimson, Breeze, Coral, Jay, and Slate on their journey.

Desert

The Desert breed is made of descendants from another group of Flightless who traveled to the desert ages ago. Because they’re descended from different breeds, they vary a bit, but generally they resemble prairie dogs, with long, thin, furry tan bodies, short legs, and those cute little faces.

Being descended from Flightless, these dragons actually don’t have wings, the result of evolution over many years. Living on the desert, there isn’t much need for wings the way there would be on the forest or mountain territory.

Desert Dragons actually have double-barreled names, because back in the beginning you’d have a Forest and Moor dragon mate and fight over how to name the young dragon, so they just gave two names. That evolved to starting out with one name and gaining the second after they grow up. (Our main Desert Dragon is called Cactus Blossom).

They don’t have powers; the genetics of all the different breeds got muddled, so they just don’t have any. They do have nice desert survival skills though.

Okay, that’s all on the dragons!! I never talked about the six in detail, personalities or anything, but hopefully this was still interesting? If you wanna know about that hmu and I’ll ramble some more....if I remember to check my inbox (note to self: check inbox after posting this)

#dragons #anonymous #send me anons #infodump #yayyy

[tfcrp]

THIS IS YOUR GAME

Name: Finn Cross Age: Nineteen Class Year: Freshman Position: Vixen Hometown: Kingsport, Tennessee

THIS IS YOUR MOMENT

TW: graphic injury, neglect/abuse, starvation mention, death mention, ableism

The dreams he spent years achieving weren’t his. Finn was never meant to experience cheer routines and competitions. Never meant to feel the weight of a trophy in his hands or see his name in the local papers. He couldn’t remember the last time he did anything that wasn’t related to cheerleading in some shape or form. He wasn’t living. He was lived vicariously through. And while he didn’t exactly agree with the terms, it was a small price to pay for the damage he caused.

Growing up, Finn believed his older sister Gwen was a superhero. She seemed to exist solely in her cheerleading uniform, performing daredevil feats as she charmed audiences with her smile. Their parents favored her talent and made a point to drag eight-year-old Finn to each of her middle school halftime shows. He watched in awe as Gwen earned one cheer award after the other; it didn’t take long for him to memorize their placements in the household trophy case. Gwen also found time to entertain Finn’s adventurous ideas: whatever her brother wanted to do—play in a pillow fort or dress up as a dinosaur—she scoured the house for supplies, waiting patiently for Finn to put them all together before joining him in the land of make-believe. Gwen’s greatest superpower, however, was her mind. She was brilliant, a straight-A student who always pushed herself to the brink for every bit of knowledge she could get her hands on.  

While most twelve-year-olds looked forward to high school, Gwen was already focused on college. She had her heart set on Palmetto State University. Not Rhodes. Not Harvard. But Palmetto State, where cheerleaders were ridiculed for supporting the infamous Foxes, where the orange was loud enough to be heard across the country. Finn never understood the appeal. His sister deserved the best, which the ragtag Foxes certainly weren’t, but he kept that to himself. There was no point in crushing her dreams when she did everything in her power to help him live his. Instead, he helped Gwen collect newspaper articles, magazine clippings, anything involving the South Carolinian university; helped her put up an entire wall’s worth of collage in homage to Palmetto. But in the end, he wound up crushing more than her dreams.

After watching a cartoon involving knights and their valiant deeds, Finn wanted to be a knight himself, if only for a few hours. That used to be a habit of his: he saw something on TV he wanted to be and begged Gwen to bring his vision to reality. The week before he was a firefighter, and the week before that he was an astronaut. Gwen never complained when Finn made her play the enemy. Or when he won every time. She found two long cardboard tubes that could double as swords and the game was on. Every game consisted of Gwen chasing her brother around the house in mock anger, threatening to destroy some imaginary property. When Finn ducked to avoid his sister’s attack and she broke the vase sitting behind him, they were sent outside. It was there, in the backyard, that a giant tree grew. The Cross siblings were always climbing it for one reason or another, and this time was no different. With the cardboard tube between his teeth, Finn climbed as high up as he could and sat there, waiting for his sister to arrive. She did, in that dramatic way she mastered, and the fight continued.

Perhaps it was the change in scenery. Perhaps it was the adrenaline. Whatever it was, it raised the stakes. Put more aggression behind their moves than necessary. Gwen’s cheer training made her too quick for Finn, who was determined to be the hero. He swung and slashed to no avail. It wasn’t until he jabbed the tube into Gwen’s stomach that he threw her off guard. She twisted to retaliate, and Finn attacked her again. Then Gwen lost her balance. The scream Finn heard as his sister slipped from the tree was like nothing he ever heard before. He didn’t want to look down, as if the very refusal would bring her back up to him, but he did. Gwen was crumpled at the base of the tree, wide eyes cast skyward, limbs contorted in positions he never thought he’d see. Fear kept Finn from climbing down as his parents rushed out into the yard. All he could do was watch as they knelt in front of Gwen, sobbing. Soon the paramedics took her away, and he cried. And cried. And cried.

The local news caught wind of what happened faster than Finn thought they would. While they never released any specifics, all of their warnings about the dangers of climbing trees and the importance of parental supervision seemed to make a mockery of him. Somehow people suspected he had something to do with the incident, and Finn had to avoid their stares and speculation. His parents avoided him, too. They “forgot” to feed him and take him to school. They left every room he entered. Turned up the volume of the TV to drown out his wailing. While his parents’ actions were heartbreaking, Finn felt he deserved them. He ripped the family’s star right out of the sky. Killed her—or so he thought. Gwen came crashing back into Finn’s life, now a frail figure in a wheelchair who couldn’t speak or do anything for herself. Her round eyes were cast up at the ceiling, forever frozen in time, a vegetative state no one knew if she would ever wake up from.

The guilt was stifling for Finn; he couldn’t even look at his sister without crying. The thought of running away crossed his mind. However, his parents had plans of their own. They wanted Finn to live out every dream he had taken from Gwen.

For the next decade, Finn trained under Gwen’s former cheer coach to become the cheerleader she used to be and more. As soon as he won a trophy or medal, it was stashed away in Gwen’s trophy case. His academic achievements belonged to Gwen, too. Finn wasn’t allowed to celebrate. Wasn’t allowed to rest before being thrust into a new routine for his cheer squad’s next title. He became a robot built to serve one purpose. At times, Finn wondered what things would be like for him if cheerleading wasn’t at the forefront. What he would’ve turned to instead. Whether he’d be happier in that lifetime as opposed to his current one. He taught himself to set those frustrations aside. Shake off the fatigue. Turn on the charm. Everything he did, he did for Gwen, a debt he could never fulfill. 

SEIZE IT WITH EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT

Finn took an entire year off after graduating from high school before heading off to college. In that time, his parents decided it was best for them to keep Gwen and Finn’s obligation to her a secret. They lectured him on what to do and what to say. They made him repeat the same lies over and over until they sounded natural enough: I’m an only child. I chose to cheer. I love Palmetto State. College wasn’t a place for fun or to make friends, only a place for him to showcase the skills he’d honed in Gwen’s honor, for his parents to live out a dream they hadn’t wanted to give up. And so Finn applied to Palmetto State. And, when he was accepted, then came the moment he had been training for: tryouts for the Palmetto State Vixens. His parents drove down to the college for the audition, making sure he knew that there would be consequences for failure. Finn had no choice but to vault and tumble, trying to impress the Vixens the same way Gwen impressed him years ago. As soon as he got a spot on the squad, his parents left without saying a word.

Everything Finn does comes from a fear of disappointing his family. With his parents hovering over his every move, he can’t afford to lose sight of the task at hand. However, it’s difficult to do so when there are so many opportunities around him.  Finn wants to explore Palmetto. Dedicate time to finding his niche, finding himself. He buries those feelings under his status as a Vixen. When he’s not in the classroom, Finn’s practicing somewhere on campus, pushing himself to perform bigger and bolder. Despite being an outgoing sort, he struggles to keep things impersonal between himself and the Vixens. He refuses to make attachments of any kind, afraid he’ll reveal too much about his past. For now, Finn keeps his distance, hoping he’s strong enough to carry the pressure placed upon his shoulders.

FINN CROSS is portrayed by TOM HOLLAND and is CLOSED

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[toomanysurveys9]

Have you ever eaten dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets? yeah. i always loved all food things that were shaped differently, but my mom pretty much never bought it. i bet wy would love that sort of stuff, or he will soon. and i’ll probably buy it for him a lot. lol.

Is your crush nice to you? or do you not have one right now? it’s more than a crush. we’re married. and he has his moments when he is nice to me, although it’s kind of rare he interacts with me in any way anymore unless he wants sex or something.

Do you have a myspace? it still exists but i don’t use it.

If not then what about a facebook? i do have facebook that i do use.

Mcdonalds, do you like it or does it disgust you? it’s not my favorite, but i do eat there on occasion when we take wyatt there to play with other kids.

Are you one of those girls who thinks their fat even though your skinny? no. i think i’m fat because i am fat. i hate my body.

Do you like the state you live in? it’s alright. it’s not the worst place to live. i’m bored and ready to leave anytime though.

What about the city? see above answer - it also applies.

Have you ever been to Oregon? i have not.

Does chocolate pudding sound good right now? no. i only like butterscotch or vanilla pudding.

Are you upset with anyone at this time? not at the moment.

Are you a 90’s baby? yeah.

What’s your favorite decade? probably the 90′s.

Isn’t “Tom Sawyer by Rush” a good song? or never heard of it before? i’ve never heard it.

Are you even a fan of classic rock? some.

Have you ever made a Youtube video? i think i made one, once. it was stupid with cards and a song in the background. i was young and dumb. lol.

If you could have any super power what would it be? i think it’d be cool to be able to teleport.

You get 3 wishes, what are they? i would wish for my family to always have everything they need and to be healthy (health problems cured), and happy.

Whats your favorite flavor kool-aid? i would drink any as long as it wasn’t grape or orange. the blue ones were my favorite i think. it’s been a very long time since i drank kool-aid. lol.

Have you ever liked a guy named Chris? lol. he was my first crush.

Well what about Josh? nope.

If you were asked to model for abercrombie would you? lol. that’s funny.

If not why? you’re forgetting i’m disgusting looking. so i would never get asked to begin with. and modeling was never something i was ever seriously interested in.

Did you ever own a Tamagotchi? i did and loved it.

When you were a little kid did you play with barbies or toy cars more? barbies. i played with barbies FOREVER.

Do you say OMG or Oh my god? oh my god. or oh my chuck.

Aren’t blue eyes just the prettiest? i mean, sure. but i tend to love brown eyes a lot. or hazel like wyatt’s. i’m curious what eliana’s eyes will be. if they are blue, they will be my favorite shade of blue.

Do you get embarrassed when you get in trouble? or do you not care? it depends. i guess i usually would get embarrassed because i was usually pretty good.

You are given one free plane ticket, where do you choose to go? italy.

Do you love to buy things? even when you don’t need them? only if it’s things for my kids. or books.

Are you a total bitch to people without meaning to be? i don’t think so.

Play any instruments? not well enough to say yes.

If so which ones? i know the very basics of piano.

Are you more of a dog or cat person? probably dogs although i love cats too.

Is school more of a hang out or place to learn for you? it was always more of a place to learn.

Are you one of those people who takes pictures during class? no. i didn’t do that.

Is there anyone you want to just PUSH OFF the earth forever? i mean. i guess not. although i would seriously think about it with christian and jason.

Do you prefer talking in person or over text? most of the time, over text because i can think about my responses without it being awkward.

Seventeen magazine or cosmo girl? or neither? i used to read seventeen when i was younger ALL THE TIME.

Isn’t it stupid when surveys ask for your name? not really. just kind of boring.

Whats your favorite kind of hersheys bar? milk chocolate with almonds sounds good.

Do you watch Family Guy? usually i am in bed with the kids by that time.

Current mood: alright. bored. little lonely.

Have a favorite number? not really.

Do you know what the word Savvy means? yeah.

Would you rather read a long ass book or write a 10 page essay? read a long ass book. i enjoy reading. although i’m not bad at writing either, so it wouldn’t be hard for me to write a ten page essay.

Have you ever thought “I want to be with this person forever”? yeah.

Do you like the school you go to? i’m not in school anymore.

Whats it called? see answer above.

Have you watched and read The Outsiders? i have not.

Isnt Sodapop Curtis VERY HOTT? i don’t know who that even is.

Or do you prefer Ponyboy Curtis? what?

Do you have any posters with hott guys in them up on your walls? no. i haven’t had a poster on my wall since i was into twilight.

Do you like mexican food? yeah.

You know that TacoBell isnt really mexican food right? yeah i know that. but i’ll still eat it.

Have you ever failed math? i’ve failed math assignments, but never the overall class.

Skittles! Whats your favorite color? hm. green.

Have your parents met your boyfriend? (if you have one)

i have a husband, and they have met him, obviously.

Have you ever had a boyfriend or no? obviously. i’m married. he started out as my boyfriend.

Does your bestfriend have any embarrassing nicknames for you? no. my mom calls me marley harley sometimes though. i’m not sure why.

Are you excited about Thanksgiving? we have quite awhile before thanksgiving now since we just had it not too long ago. and i’m fine waiting since we just celebrated it.

Is sweating gross? i mean, it’s normal. but i don’t like doing it, and i’m very glad they invented deodorant. everyone definitely needs to use it.

Do you like PE class? i pretty much always hated it.

Taken or crushing or none? extremely taken.

Is writing fun for you? i would like to do it more.

What about reading? i love to read.

How do you spell it yeah or yea? yeah.

Do you talk crap about some of your friends? no. i do not. if you talk crap about your so-called friends, i would say you’re not really friends.

Is there a guy that your REALLY MEAN to? no.

Are you racist? no.

If you could dye your hair right now would you? i could if i wanted to, but i don’t want to.

Do you like photocomments? i don’t care about photo comments.

Do you hate it when people play dumb? definitely.

Home made or store bought cookies? homemade if i can! but store bought can be good too.

#survey #surveys #personal #question #questions #random

[teamkaiforever]

LOST    - PART III

Kai Parker x Reader word count : 4 809 summary : continues the story from part I / part II … * gif by me _________________________________________

Y/N got out of the car and semi ran towards the front door. Her hands shakily held the keys and she almost dropped them on the ground before finally managing to unlock the door and get inside. For a moment she stood frozen at the door, looking at the emptyness and darkness around her, then shakily she took a step inside. Silence was all around her, even though on the inside she wanted to scream. The door closed with a muffled thud as she rested her back against it and slipped down towards the floor, bringing up her knees to her chest. Tears streamed down her cheeks while her mind played on repeat the events from earlier that same evening. So much had happened and most of it felt like it wasn’t real, like  it was a really really horrible nightmare from which she kept praying to wake up. Only nothing happened because it was real. Her eyes opened and closed but she was still there, alone. Her dress was still covered in blood, his blood and the memory of seeing one of her friends killing the man she loved was right there in the back of her eyelids every time she closed them. Her scream still echoed in her head and the fact she hadn’t been able to do anything to stop this from happening.    “Smile.“ said a male voice from right next to her. “I can’t stand seeing you like this. I get this feeling that it’s my fault and I hate being the one causing you pain. God, feelings are hard.”    “What ?“ she asked confused while someone’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a hug.    “You didn’t think I’d leave you alone did you ?” he kissed her forehead softly. “Never. I will always be here with you. Always.”    “Kai ?“ she asked, looking up at him seeing him smile at her. “Y-You are dead.”    “Yeah, I guess I am.“ he laughed under his breath. “Doesn’t mean I am not here or that this isn’t real. Doesn’t mean you won’t have a part of me with you at all times.”    “Is this a dream?“    “You tell me.” he said softly, brushing his palm against her cheek before leaning in to kiss her and a blink of an eye later he had vanished. A sigh left her lips and she wiped away a tear from her cheek. Y/N wasn’t sure why she was crying. Not exactly. Maybe it was the memory that had flashed in her mind, or maybe it was because of the small stick with two red lines she was holding in her hands.

   “I wish you were here –“ she mumbled.    “What ?” asked Kai confused, gently brushing his thumb against her cheek, his lips curling into a small smile. For a moment he almost forgot her memories were gone. Almost. “You still talk in your sleep. So absolutely adorable.” Y/N snuggled closer to him and  he carefully pulled the blanket up covering her shoulders, unable to look away. He wondered what she was dreaming about and fought the urge to sneak into her dream. He didn’t want to risk the second chance he got with her in any way. A quiet sigh left his lips and then he saw it – a tear rolling down her cheek.

As the first sun rays started to seep through the windows, Y/N started to wake up and to her surprise a cup with coffee was already waiting for her on the coffee table. Kai however was nowhere to be seen. Sleepily she made her way upstairs to her son’s bedroom and wake him up, only his room was empty. Instantly she started to freak out when barely a few seconds later she heard laughter coming from her bedroom. Almost running there, semi-spilling her coffee on her way, she opened door and took a peek inside. There they were – her boys, Kai and Peter, semi-cuddling on the bed while he tickled the young boy making him laugh. Both of them looked up at her and she sighed in relief.    “Hi.“ grinned Kai, while Peter jumped up to give his mom a hug and Kai followed shortly after. “Sorry, I um – I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up when I heard he was awake upstairs. Y-you are not mad are you ?”    “Happy birthday, trouble.“ she kissed the young boy’s forehead before ruffling his hair. “No, not mad just … had a small heart attack. That’s all.” Peter laughed and ran off, leaving his parents alone. For a long moment neither of them said a thing, they just gazed into each other’s eyes and then Kai took another step towards her, one hand in his pocket while with the other he scratched his forehead.    “He really is something.“ he smiled. “So charming, and fun to be around. He is umm.. he is absolutely perfect. You know, he um… he said you’ve talked about his father, I mean me. Saying that having him in your life is like having a part of me back.” Y/N took a sip from her coffee realising it was just like she likes it – right sweetness, right spices. “I am sure I have because there is no way I haven’t. Do you um want to stay for breakfast ?”    “Yeah, sure. But after I have a couple of things to do, including getting him four years worth of birthday presents.“ laughed Kai nervously as they headed downstairs. “Hey um, what were you dreaming about last night ? You talked in your sleep.”    “I did ?“ she asked half-scared half-curious just like every time someone mentioned they had heard her talk in her sleep. Y/N was always terrified she might’ve spilled a secret or said something emberrasing or offensive. “Wh-what did I say ?”    “’I wish you were here’.“ he stopped at the end of the stairs, bracing himself against the stair railing. "You don’t remember what you dreamt about, do you ?”    “No. It’s like whatever it was, my memory filters it through that white noise on old TV’s.“ she thought out loud, trying to remember her dream in full but the only thing she could fully recall was the feeling – this sad yet somehow happy feeling. Peter ran right past them laughing, playing with his favourite blue car toy while Kai got to work. "No, no wait –”    “What ?“ he asked confused, almost dropping the pan he was holding. "Y-you remembered something ?”    “No, I just – you can’t make breakfast.“    “Sure I can. Hey, buddy ? What do you want? Waffles ? Pancakes ? Scrambled eggs ? Cupcakes ?” suggested Kai. “It’s your birthday –”    “Pancakes !!“ exclaimed Peter.    “He is the pancake monster.” stated Y/N watching her son make a monster face. “See ?” Kai laughed, tapping his son’s nose. “If it’s pancakes you want, pancakes you shall get.”

*            *           *

   “Fantastic news.“ said Caroline, opening the front door and walking into the living room/kitchen. "Cade is – what is he doing here ?” Y/N left the orange juice on the table and glanced at her friend who had balloons, a wrapped box with a bow and a pink paper box with either donuts or cupcakes in her hands. Caroline’s eyes widened in shock seeing Kai with an apron by the stove while a very excited looking Peter ran around him laughing and making funny faces.    “Oh hey, Clarisse.“ said Kai, waving at her while flipping the dinosaur shaped pancakes in a plate before leaving it on the table and lifting up Peter to sit on one of the chairs. "So, you guys really pulled it off huh? Come here and I’ll totally give you a high five.” Caroline stared at him and pulled Y/N aside. “Why is he here ?”    “He is Peter’s father.“    “Wait. You remember ?”    “Not exactly.“ said Kai, joining them. Caroline stared at him suspiciously. "I told her who I am and –”    “– the truth or half of the truth?“    “He told me enough. Look, Kai has every right to be here. Specially today of all days.” said Y/N, glancing at Peter who was about to pour the entire bottle with maple syrup on the pancakes. “I’ll be right back.” Kai followed her gaze and laughed under his breath.  “Awwh Peter loves maple syrup as much as you do.“    “Shut up.” laughed Y/N, grabbing the bottle from her son’s hands. "I’ll take that.”    “You can’t be here !“ said Caroline in a hushed voice. “What the Hell are you thinking being here?”    “Where else would I be but with my family?“ asked Kai, leaning in towards Caroline who took a step back. "Also be happy I was here other ways you would’ve found Y/N dead. Or worse – Peter would’ve.”    “Wait, back up. What are you talking about?“ she folded her hands on her chest.    “Seline. I think she is still mind controlling her somehow because in the middle of the night Y/N decided it would be a nice time to stab herself with that knife over there. Don’t tell me you can’t smell the blood.” Caroline turned her head sideways for a moment, her vampirism showing, and glanced at him. “Well. Thank you.”    “Yeah. I need you do to something for me.“ started the heretic. "Don’t panic. I just need you to watch her and keep her from doing anything… dangerous while I go … talk to Seline. There is nothing medically wrong with Y/N’s memory. Its magic and with Cade gone maybe I can get Seline to undo what she did –”    “You mean torture her until she does?“ stated Caroline.    “Got any better ideas?” he asked trying hard not to raise his voice. “We can’t keep Y/N under 24 hour surveillance for the rest of her life!” Caroline stared at him, then glanced at Y/N and Peter currently smiling over the chocolate cupcakes she had brought – Peter’s favourite, and then finally turned towards Kai again.  “Do what you gotta do.“    “Thank you.” he said, walking over to his family. He ruffled the boy’s hair and leaned in towards Y/N. “Hey so, I’m going out for a bit to um – Will you be okay here with Peter and Clarisse?”    “Who?“ she asked confused. "Ohh, yeah. W-where are you going?” Kai glanced at Peter then at Caroline.    “Gift shopping.” he stroked her hair and snatched a chocolate cupcake from the box before heading towards the door. Y/N watched him go towards the door, wondering why she feels this pit in her stomach. Like if something happens to him, there won’t be no way for her to recover. Ever. How it was possible to feel like this when you don’t have any memories of the person? When you can’t remember the slightest thing about your shared history even though there is a living breathing proof of it –    “Hey, Kai?“ she called out and ran towards him, catching him at the door. Her arms wrapped around him tightly and a moment later his arms did the same. "Promise me you will come back.”    “I promise. I’ll be back before it’s time for cake.” he smiled at her, gently kissing her forehead. “Don’t worry. What can happen to me ? I am an all powerful heretic now.” Y/N’s lips curled into a smile and she leaned against the door watching him disappear in a split second.    “You have lost your mind, not just your memory.“ said her friend from behind her. "Did he tell you how he –”    “–murdered his siblings after his entire family denied him basic things a kid wants because he was born different? How he made a mistake letting his emotions get in the way and paid for it for 18 years?“ asked Y/N in a hushed voice so Peter doesn’t hear. "Yes. He told me right after saving my life.”    “Did he tell you it’s his fault this happened to you in the first place?“    “It’s not his fault. It’s Seline’s.”    “Yeah but if you hadn’t gone to see him –“    “I never would’ve even been at the Armoury if one of you had called to tell me he was back. I had the right to know.”    “Are you saying this is our fault?!“    “No, it’s no one’s fault, Caroline. That’s the point. It just our crazy messed up supernatural lives.” she sighed, wiping Peter’s chin which was dripping maple syrup. “It’s hard, okay. I know, I have no memories but you should’ve seen him last night. He looked as if his life had been just about to end. As if I die, he’d die. I know he has done awful things but, Care, so have I. So have you and Damon and all our friends. I – I don’t know if ever I will feel the same way I’ve felt for him for four years, apparently, but –”    “You want to give him a chance.“    “I do. I’ve given him a chance before.” smiled Y/N. “There must’ve been a reason. Plus, I owe it to Peter. He deserves to get to know his father.” she finished in a hushed voice. Kai whooshed himself to the nearest entrance to the underground tunnels leading to the Armoury and slipped in them. For a while he walked in human speed, kicking a rock here and there while he tried to calm down his thoughts. He hoped his suspicions would be wrong, that this had been a one time thing but he knew better. Seline hadn’t been able to take her away from him and now not only she had stolen her memories but made sure Kai will lose her. As he stepped into the Armoury, he walked past Doryam who was reading a bunch of books on one of the tables with the pitchfork right before him. Alaric’s intern glanced at the clock and rang the pitchfork. Somewhere from bellow Kai could hear the siren’s reaction and a devilish smile showed on his face as he made his way to the holding cells.    “Kai…“ said Seline, looking up from the cards on her bed. "Thought you might come by. How was your night ? Eventful ?” Kai flicked his wrist ringing the pitchfork with magic and the siren squinted her eyes, groaning in pain.    “God, I just love that sound.“ he smiled innocently. "Ahh … people in pain. I had forgotten what that sounds like.” he tapped his finger on the large glass, not taking his eyes off the siren. “Cade’s dead.”    “Oh is he ?“ said the siren a little amused.    “Yeah, he is. Which means I don’t have to do what he says and neither do you.”    “Awwh…“ said Seline, getting up. "And you are hoping that you can somehow appeal to my ‘humanity’ and get me to undo what I did? That I’ll sing a few notes and fix your girl? I assure you, I have no humanity left. All of it got stripped away centuries ago.”    “Tell me what you did to her and how to fix it.“    “No.” said the siren, folding her hands on her chest. “You can’t undo it. She will keep trying and trying no matter how many times you save her until it gets done. And then she is going to get dragged to Hell, because –” paused the siren, leaning in towards the glass. “– a few years ago, she killed someone. That’s kind of a deal breaker.” Kai clenched his jaw. No one had told him anything about this , but he was sure what had happened had been an accident because the girl he knew wouldn’t hurt a fly.    “You know what it’s like there.“ smirked the siren. "You are on fire all the time and every bad thing you have done in your life, however small and insignificant, comes to haunt you. Cade being gone doesn’t change the way his psychic dimension works. You want to save her ? Leave. It’s the only way to get her to stop.”    “I can’t leave her.“ he said more to himself than to the siren. "I can’t leave Peter –” It was a selfish thing to say, he knew that, but there was the possibility Seline was lying. That him leaving would change nothing and Peter would end up an orphan and he couldn’t let this happen. He knew there was a way to reverse it, and if she didn’t plan on telling him he will have to torture it out of her. A devilish smirk flashed in his eyes and he flick of his wrist, the pitchfork rang again and the siren screamed in pain.    "For the record, I was willing to strike a deal. To let you out of this place if you told me how to undo it. But –“ he laughed, his blood boiling and fire burning in his eyes. ”– now you have upset me in a way I never knew existed. I may not be able to kill you, yet, but I am sure going to enjoy this.“ Kai smirked and flicked his wrist, snapping her neck. Seline dropped to the ground only to get up a few seconds later with a smirk on her face. He used his magic to repeatedly inflict her pain – causing her to bleed, breaking a couple of her bones but no matter what he tried, the siren didn’t cave in and still refused to tell him what he wanted to know.    “Do you really think she will except you and let you raise Peter with her ?” coughed the siren after for perhaps the 5th time he had pulled the air out of her lungs with magic. “Sure, she seems open to the opportunity now but how long before she realises you are not exactly a role model? How long before she gets scared having you around might turn this sweet innocent little boy into a monster, same as his father ? How long before you screw up and come home covered in blood scaring your son –”    “I’d never do that.“ he said, trying to pull at the siren’s heart with magic when suddenly he stumbled backwards, rubbing his forehead and his mind got pulled away.   Kai walked through the front door, rubbing his forehead with his blood covered hands. He took a few steps inside the house into the darkness when he heard footsteps. Turning around he saw Peter standing on the stairs with his favourite toy going down the railing, his eyes wide in shock and quickly filling with tears and fear. The young boy screamed. Y/N ran towards him, freezing on the spot for a few long moments and then ran towards their son, pushing Kai’s hands away. She pulled Peter into her arms trying to calm him down –    “S-stay out of my h-head.” Kai snapped his fingers and the siren’s neck snapped breaking the link long enough for him to recover and get an idea. If he couldn’t torture it out of her, maybe he could find a way to slip inside her mind and find what he needs to end this nightmare the siren had turned Y/N and his life into. Kai’s cold laugh echoed in the Armoury and he flicked his wrist ringing the pitchfork again.    “You have a thing for worst scenarios, huh.“ he said amused. "Let me tell you something. Whatever scenario you can come up with – I’ve already ran in my head. I’ve endured so much pain in my life you would not believe. You would not believe how much pain I’ve inflicted in return either, and I’ve never been more motivated to do so. Either you tell me what I want to know or you will enter a world of hurt even Cade couldn’t create. Choice is yours. Either way, I always win.”    “Not this time.“ smirked the siren, sitting back on her bed. "Have fun saving her tonight and the night after that and the night after that because she is not going to stop. A run in with a knife didn’t work. Who knows, maybe she will get more creative next time.” During the following two weeks Kai spent every night by Y/N’s side watching over her as a guardian angel while she slept, keeping her safe whenever the mind control kicked in. There were a couple really close ones and the siren had been right – Y/N got more creative. After the 8th time he had saved her, the most unexpected thing happened and instead of letting him go sit on the comfy chair near by the bed, she pulled him onto the bed with her. It seemed the longer they spent together the more she warmed up to him and some times he’d see those flashes in her eyes as if for a moment she remembered something – a feeling, an image. Sometimes while she was sleeping she’d say something which somehow seemed indirectly directed to him which made him wonder what exactly was going on inside her head while she dreamed. But he couldn’t bring himself to aswhilr permission to enter her dreams, afraid that would ruin what little they had rebuild together. Kai spent his days either with Peter or at the Armoury with Seline using every chance to find out how exactly to weaken the siren enough for him to sneak into her mind. Ringing the pitchfork disrupted her powers and couldn’t do what he needed but could definitely help. As the days went by he started devising a plan and at the beginning of the third week he already had it laid out in his mind. Only for his plan to work, he’d need the help of his least favourite Salvatore brother, a very reluctant witch and pretty much everyone else in the Mystic Falls gang. Luckily for all of them – Cade was gone and they had found a way to get rid of Katherine and Sybil. But not before Kai had gotten to the siren and had successfully found out how to sneak into Seline’s mind.    “You want us to what??!!“ exclaimed Damon. "Have you lost your mind?!”    “It’s the only way.“    “No. No, no, no. Did I mention?” laughed the vampire for a second. “No!” Kai sighed, glancing at his shoes before catching a glimpse of a picture of Damon and Elena near by the fire place.  "I’ll wake up Elena.“    “Oh sure.” stated Bonnie. “Cuz we haven’t heard that one before.”    “Before the life of the person I – well, one of the people I love the most, wasn’t hanging in the balance.“ said Kai, taking a step towards Damon. "Bonnie will put a spell on the Armoury sealing us in with the siren so she can’t get out. Stephon will be safely tucked away with the pitchfork on the upper floor ringing it every 10 minutes –”    “No. It’s too dangerous.“ protested Damon. "He is human! Vampire blood won’t heal him if something happens to him.”    “Nothing will happen –“ said Kai raising his voice. "Imagine it was Elena. Damon, Seline mind controlled Y/N to kill herself. Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve saved her and how many of those were really close ones ? Y/N is your friend. Isn’t helping your friends like your motto or something ?”    “We don’t have a motto.“ said Caroline.    “Why should we trust you ?” pointed out Bonnie.  "You have crossed us before.“    “Yes. I have.” stated Kai. “I also crossed Katherine not once but twice – warning you about her plan about trying to blow Mystic Falls right off the map and then tricking her into the tunnels where by the way we got rid of Sybil as well, after I crossed her too. Do you have any idea how hard it is to cross a psychic?! Only reason Sybil agreed to tell me how to sneak into Seline’s mind was because she hates her adoptive weird cannibal sister as much as you all apparently hate me.”    “Ahh, you are right. We do hate you –“    “Not the point, Bon Bon.” said Kai, wiping his face. “Point is – I’ve helped you get rid of two of your largest problems. Quite permanently, if I might add. I promise to get Elena back too, for real this time. I do. I just – I can’t watch Y/N like this anymore. The other day when I came home she was curled up in a ball on the couch, crying because of how awful she feels everyone has to take a break from their own life and and ‘babysit’ her as if she were a child. You can’t even imagine how scared she is to go to sleep every night not knowing if she’d wake up and see Peter ever again.”    “We love her, that’s why we do what we do.“ stated Caroline.    “Yeah. I know.” pointed out Kai. “Why do you think I am doing what I am doing?! I love her ! I love her more than I have ever loved anyone in my life. Please ? If not for me me at least do it for Peter. He can’t lose his mother.” Kai glanced at everyone sitting in the Salvatore’s living room looking for support. A second or an hour passed, he wasn’t sure, before Caroline broke the silence.    “Whats the plan?“    “Caroline !”    “I hate to say it —“    “Don’t say what you think you are going to say.” groaned Damon.    “– we have to help him.“ said Caroline. "I remember what I went through when… when my mom died. We can’t let that happen to Peter. But Stefan stays out of your insane plan. I’ll go in his place and ring the pitchfork. I can listen in on whats happening all around the Armoury and –”    “Care –“ started Stefan but almost immediately gave up knowing there was no arguing with his wife. Damon glanced between everyone in the room, gulping his bourbon at once, before finally looking at Kai, who looked more hopeful than ever, and sighed.    “Fine, when do we do this?”    “Tomorrow.“ said Kai.

That night Kai spent by Y/N’s side without taking his eyes away from her for a second. Almost until sunrise nothing happened and he started to think maybe by some miracle that night nothing will happen. Then without any warning signs Y/N pushed her blanket off her, got up from the bed and headed towards the stairs topping right over the railing. Instinctively Kai ran catching her right on time before she had smacked herself onto the floor.    “Hi.” he grinned at her. “Nice of you to drop by.” Y/N looked around, not remembering how she had ended up out of bed and in his hands. “That’s not funny.”    “I know.“ he sighed. Y/N hooked her hands around his neck, both of them gazing into the other’s eyes. It was as if sparks of electricity floated between them and he felt the desire to kiss her stronger than ever. Slowly he leaned in, noticing how her eyes kept darting between his eyes and his lips but stopped himself. Kai cleared his throat. "Oh-kay. Let’s get you back to bed.”    “What are we going to do ?“ she asked just as Kai walked into her bedroom. "This can’t keep happening –”    “It won’t.“ he let her down on the bed. "I have a plan.”    "What plan?“    “Don’t worry about it, cupcake.” he gently brushed his palm against her cheek, kissing her forehead before sitting on the bed next to her. “I’ll take care of it. I promise. This nightmare ends today, one way or another.”    “If something happens to you, I –“ she started, gazing into his smoky blue eyes. During the past few weeks Kai had become her knight in shining armour saving her countless times. He was so caring towards her and Peter, something inside her stirred and every minute they spent together it kept stirring. But there was something else too – the past few nights her dreams were becoming clearer and clearer, giving her flashes of memories they had shared together. At least that’s what she thought those images were, as if the longer they were together the more whatever Seline had done to her was going away. Only it was such a slow process, at this rate, she’d succeed in her night activities before the memories returned. Kai tilted his head slightly looking at her with curious eyes. "You what ?”    “N-nothing.“ she smiled shyly, moving closer to Kai. He wrapped his arms around her and both of them laid on the bed, snuggling together. Y/N placed her head over his heart listening to his heartbeat while lightly playing with his shirt. "I’ll never survive losing you.” she said quietly. _________________________________________ MASTERLIST - SMUT MASTERLIST - FLUFF _________________________________________ NOTE : I don’t know how this happened, but at the moment this is the only story that flows easily while I write. I intended on ending it in this chapter, but somehow I got myself into writing another one (which will quite possibly be the last one). I hope you enjoy reading this story, because it became dear to me in a way I can’t even explain. 

#my gifs #kai parker #kai parker fluff #kai parker x reader #kai parker imagine #malachai parker #malachai parker fluff #malachai parker x reader #tvd #tvd imagine #tvd fluff #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries fluff #vampire diaries #vampire diaries imagine #fanfic : mine #fanfic #fan fic #fanfiction #fiction #imagine #fluff #fan fiction

[beebosbitchh]

1-65 ;)

holy heck ! thank you sophiw i lov u 🍒

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

i dont understand this question?? like sometimes i doubt my own existence and other times i doubt that i exist to certain ppl? ya?

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

2,, normal amount? like good for sleep but pitch black is scaryy but not to the point i need the escape ?? if that makes sense??

3. The person you would never want to meet?

guy fieri, i dont think i need to know if hes actually real ? like is he real and from this dimension or from flavortown (which he has a very scarily detailed description of)?? thats not something i need to know

4. What is your favorite word?

hmm, probably ‘fam’ obviously

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

a willow tree !!!!!!!!!! i just talked to my mom about this :-0

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

ngl but i dont look in the mirror anymore unless its lip syncing along to a song sung by a guy/someone w a deeper voice bc i feel like it suits me better! gotta love coping w dysphoria!

7. What shirt are you wearing?

baseball tee, gay

8. What do you label yourself as?

nb, lesbian, fool

9. Bright room or dark room?

dark room

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

slepe

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

10-11 when i was in 5th grade. i still only had two friends but i was way more extroverted and everything was so carefree and i was very invested in adventure time and art. i think that was the most of a childhood i got? i honestly did not do much as a kid and i wish i had..

12. Who told you they loved you last?

sophiw ! tumblr user almightyportraits ! the loml !

13. Your worst enemy?

x

14. What is your current desktop picture?

one from apple called ‘abstract shapes’ its very orange but also blue which is my fave color pairing atm so its perfect

15. Do you like someone?

tumblr user vahilla

16. The last song you listened to?

megan played ‘marceline’ by willow in her car ! a song i suggested to her a few months ago and it makes me very happy that she likes it especially bc we bonded over adventure time in 6th grade :-)

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

mmyy seelfff ??

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

mmmyseyyffelllff ??

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? 

eh whats the point

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

n o ne ? 

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

what is the opposite of nb,, i feel like if i was opposite of how i present id be a girl, which is a verryyy weird thought for me, pass

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

no :-/

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

uh first of all blood, like, ill pass out,, second of all,, literally everything worries me

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

jimmy johns #16, turkey, bacon, lettuce, tomato, NO MAYO

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

im a very practical person so the least boring answer i can come up w is more art supplies

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

denmark

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

fukcing , acetoNe

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

i think a FIRST rule would have to be pretty IMPORTANT so probably smt like how ~WE THE PEOPLE~ are all EQUAL would be a pretty good start and pretty UNDENIABLE and STRAIGHT FORWARD especially if it was the FIRST thing in this,, hmm lets call it the CONSTITUTION, in the completely hypothetical society

29. What is your favorite expletive?

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuk cufck ufc kfuck 

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

sunglasses??!!! that shit gotta be bright huh>?? gotta protect my retinas 

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

i wanna say my first relationship made me a better person but that shit was rreeeaaallyyyy fucking awful and 4 months (+recovery months) that i will never get back and i think ? maybe ?? i wouldve been ok without it ? idk just a thought

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! 

spain ?!?!? why not + i sorta know the language? thatd b cool

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

zoey my dog :-( i miss her a lot, this month it will have been two years oh my god i miss her so much

34. What was your last dream about?

the last one i remember was a nightmare about someone tryna murder me i was very scared

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

i think so , when i was two i got really really sick and couldve died ?

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

ahh yes ! we gave hhimm,, fruit snack nipples, please forgive me fathr

38. What is the color of your socks? 

grey w blue n orange stripes ( again i lov blue n orange together, my shirt is teal and i have an orange hat on wow)

39. What type of music do you like?

all! i had to train this new guy at work and im sooo awkward but once why started talking about music it was easy for me to talk bc it was smt we both really like !!! i felt like i could actually communicate w feeling a disconnect it was nice ! we talked mostly about rap which was cool and unexpected but i could do it ? i really love music and i love being able to know enough to talk about it ,, isk 

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

sunrises, ive been pushing myself to wake up unreasonably early to have more time to myself and i get to watch the sunrise most days which is nice

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

chocolate 

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

whom?

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

college? god i dont even know… smt w art.. by an illustrator or art teacher or freelance artist or graphic designer ,, i really dont know

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

one thing ?!!?!? i wish i was neurotypical

46. Are you reliable?

yes? i try hard to be? i hope so ?

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

u still a lil bitch ?

48. Do you hold grudges? 

nope i try not to, ive had too many toxic petty people in my life that i dont need to be one myself.. now this is grudges w/o reason, but if ive given people several ‘second chances’ and theyre still (thumbs down) then ill avoid them but w/i reason?

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

DOG HORSES BIG DOGs

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

mm probably smt w my lab partner from last year. she always sends me weird quotes from a fanfiction shes reading and its weird but i really appreciate that she still talks to me or talks to me at all tbh

51. Are you a good liar?

nooo ?? i try not to lie? mb not tell the full truth but idk , i feel like id feel too guilty

52. How long could you go without talking?

uhh literally days like i already fucking do.. i m taking this as verbally but i dont get texts so like, it would not be hard

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

before i went to short hair i used to alllwaayyys wear a tight ponytail every single day bc i wasnt girly enough to do anything w it and it was really really gross like thank god i cut it all off

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

heck yeah

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

*clears throat*

h-

hewwo?

56. What do you like on your toast?

butter and jam

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

x

58. What would be you dream car?

razor scooter

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

sometimes im just too physically or emotionally exhausted to stand so ill just,, lay down? ive fallen asleep in the shower before ha

60. Do you believe in aliens?

yup

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

whenever it comes up but i dont ,, seek it out

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

Q

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

dragons tf

64. What do you think about babies?

evil, ugly, dont see the appeal. open ur eyes ppl !!!! bbs are n Ot cute !!

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

x

#long post / #mention of dysphoria / #ask #thenk yoy sophiw #this took 4ever but worth it bc it got me to calm down?? coolc ool cool

[omegatheunknown]

AEW ALL OUT

Last of the all-hype pre-TV cards for AEW largely delivers, but ‘when are they gonna get to the fireworks factory’ looms over everything.

- Really need that weekly show, glad we’re not doing this again. Exhibition feel really knee-capped a couple of otherwise fine matches. Through the first four official AEW events I’ve noticed a sense of ‘well let’s wait for TV to see how they sort this out’ re: the women’s division, integrating the joshi, building up to matches outside of youtube, and the production hiccups. We won’t know until we know, but little has changed since Double or Nothing. - Production is still very work-in-progress, camerawork has this loose and improvisational feel that failed to capture a score of (one assumes) nice shots, entrance music is still way dialed down and it feels like a lot of themes lack anything resembling the ol’ glass shattering cue to incite a pop.

*Pre-Card Casino Battle Royal (N/R) - I think we can safely conclude this format is not conducive to a good time. The shared entrances preclude individual pops and confuse the issue of when the action starts. I assume some of the women turned on each other on the ramp, but the entrances are so casual (and camera work so frenetic) everything is sloshed together. Match was subsequently very incoherent, barely got a shine out of talent like Jazz, Nicole Savoy, Big Swole and Faby Apache. Bit let down by who wasn’t there (Delilah Doom, Shotzi, random Joshi stars -- where’s Yuka at?) but it’s fun to chant ODB and see Ivelisse and Awesome Kong. - Mercedes Martinez as the joker was a moment and a good omen, hopefully she’s gonna have a run in the division. - I’ve seen Nyla Rose do some cool things but she didn’t look good for a lot of those twenty minutes.  Private Party v Los Gueros Del Cielo (***) - This is hands down the best ‘buy-in’ match from the first four shows, the bar is low but this killed. High energy flippy shit with some classic tag team reversal of fortunes. Private Party is a great find, and they have one of the few themes that sticks. - I love Jack Evans playing to the first couple rows with his trash talk, reminds me of Kevin Owens caring little that it doesn’t play on TV, he’s still gonna jibber-jabber. *Main-Card SCU v A Boy and His Dinosaur & Marko Stunt (**1/2) - SCU are relishing this curtain-jerking business, which I love. Scorpio Sky’s ascendance to ‘guy who can hang with consummate professionals CD and Kaz’ has had the odd side effect of making him into ‘guy who could have a singles run,’ though maybe that’s got a lot to do with how charismatic he’s been on BTE (doesn’t hurt that he’s 13 years younger than Daniels.) - Luchasaurus is a big big star. ‘Jungle Jack Perry’ (Thanks, JR) is probably also that. Really interested to see how their popularity shapes the tag division.  - I enjoy Marko Stunt on a gut level but the commentary team couldn’t plausibly dance around the fact that a guy his size needs to be literally Rey Mysterio for this match to have ended any other way, so it was a bit hard to buy-in all the way. Kenny Omega v PAC (***1/2) - With the lack of build, the lack of hype, the lack of story and the lack of history between these two, two of the best wrestlers in the world still managed to put on a surprisingly fluid exhibition, save a couple missed spots. A couple tremendous reversals and surprises sets up what could be a very nice feud with a bit of investment.  - Ultimately didn’t like it as much as Kenny’s match with CIMA, though I’m all-in on ‘the best bout machine’ having trouble establishing himself in AEW, the finish was brilliant. Darby Allin v Joey Janela v Jimmy Havoc (***) - Barrel spots, skateboard spots, weapons galore, whole lot of don’t try this shit at home... I mean this is exactly as advertised, if you’re going to do a schlocky hardcore match here’s how you ought to do. Three competitors keeps the pace brisk, and someone like Darby Allin, who has athleticism in abundance, allows for a different sort of holy shit moment than Janela or Havoc. Total deathwish. Best Friends v The Dark Order (**1/2) - Still really hard to make sense of the Dark Order as in-ring performers. They’re not stand-outs in either direction, and while I like the idea of the creeps, the gimmick has yet to gel. Grayson seems more than capable but Evil Uno seems a bit ‘local indie’ thus far. I may be being completely unfair.  - Huge pop for Orange Cassidy. Huge pop for the hands-in-pockets suicide dive. Hikaru Shida v Riho (**1/2) - I know there were some serious stakes here (A championship match for a very pretty belt!) but I really want to know something about either of these women aside from Riho’s extensive experience and Shida’s enthusiasm for swords. - Match was pretty good, really. Not as good as some of the 5 ✪ GP matches from the last week but that’s not super fair (Nor is imagining Konami, Kagetsu, Mayu or Hazuki in AEW. But imagine!) - Do I think either of Riho or Nyla Rose are a particularly exciting inaugural Women’s Champion? Not at this point. Cody Rhodes v Shawn Spears (**1/2) - After a summer of loving Cody matches, I... I mean I liked this match. Cody is sports entertaining as hell. I really could’ve done without Pharaoh getting spooked by the pyro, but Cody being extra-AF with his entrances is still fun otherwise. Spears’ taste in entrance gear has not improved all this time, and the song seems... at odds with what he’s presenting himself as. - Ultimately Cody wasn’t wrong. Spears is a good hand. He is zero percent a star held down for too long by the WWE. For every Cody or Juice Robinson there’s a bunch of Shawn Spears’. I guess that could sound villainous, but truth is a babyface. Maybe find Spears a tag partner? - DOUBLE A! ARN ANDERSON! SPINEBUSTER! NEVERMIND - FIVE STARS! Lucha Brothers v Young Bucks Escalera De La Muerte Ladder Match (****1/2) - Yikes.  - Dios mio. - Seriously, let’s keep these two teams away from each other for awhile, I want to see them live long prosperous lives. - Mask spot was brilliantly done. Penta’s trash talk was in peak form. The Young Bucks and ladders, name a more iconic duo. Classic ‘go for the belts or go for the insane stunt’ moment for the Bucks, who cannot and will never be able to help themselves. As good a ladder match as I’ve seen since Ladder War VIII, possibly since VI. Chris Jericho v Hangman Adam Page for the AEW Championship (***1/2) - Say what you will about latter-day Y2J and his dad-bod, he understands what he’s doing better than just about anybody, he’s one of the best wrestlers at-48 I can think of (certainly having a better year than Ric Flair had at the same age.) He put Hangman over huge. He put Aubrey Edwards (his backstage pick of official) over huge.  - Page did some cowboy shit and brought a horse down the ramp for his entrance, which also puts him over as the kind of big star who can do that kind of nonsense. - Jericho’s knockout elbow took a while to get over but I think we’ve solidified it with that blow to Page, it ends matches in a hurry, it’s a great reversal and Jericho can plausibly pull it off regardless of condition.  - Any doubts about the wisdom of strapping the title to Jericho have to have evaporated in the wake of this. 

#AEW #all elite wrestling #all out #wrestling reviews #pro wrestling #Chris Jericho #kenny omega #hangman page #young bucks #lucha bros #pentagon jr #rey fenix #cody rhodes #PAC #joey janela #jimmy havoc #darby allin #riho #hikaru shida

[freedinsidelove1]

MY NAME IS ANNIE SPRINKLE AND I AM A SYBARITIC COUGAR WITH ECOSEXUAL TENDENCIES. I am new bride, recently married to the Earth, the Sky and the Sea, and engaged to marry the Moon. Never had I imagined that I’d be so lucky in love, or become so consumed with seemingly crazy, taboo, sexual desires. Nothing prepared me for this kind of relationship, and for this strange, new sexual identity. There is so much to learn that I feel like a total eco-virgin, sun kissed for the very first time. Last night I arrived here in Akumal, Mexico by plane, from my home base in San Francisco, California. It is the perfect setting for a honeymoon adventure; a comfy condo apartment with floor-to-ceiling plate glass windows, which open right onto a white sand beach, a baby blue sky and a florescent turquoise-green Sea. Tropical birds sing me joyous songs as my Sky lover blows ocean-scented breaths all over my face, arms, and under my soft, slinky, leopard-print floor length nighty, which I bought special to wear on this honeymoon. It drapes nicely over my curves, and frames my abundant cleavage to perfection. You’d never know I got it at Target, unless you had one just like it. My gut is filled with anticipation, as though I’m about to eat the ripe, juicy apple from the Garden of Eden’s tree of knowledge. I wonder will the apple send me into rapture, or be poisoned? Or both at the same time? I can almost taste it, because in truth I’m no eco-virgin at all. I’ve been ‘round the planet more than once, and its no secret that I’ve had far more ecosexual experience than most other gals my age. It wasn’t just the great ecosex that brought me to this pregnant honeymoon moment. For years, the Earth, Sky, Sea and Moon and I were, you could say, just friends. We liked each other a lot, and had what I’d describe as an ‘erotic platonic’ relationship. We didn’t see much of each other, as I was a city girl; born in Philadelphia, raised in L.A., and spent most of my adult life Manhattan. There weren’t a whole lot of opportunities in my life for meaningful connections with the Earth, Sky, and Sea, with the exception of four wonder-years I spent in Central America, in Panama, from the age of thirteen to seventeen when Dad worked for the US Agency for International Development. Panama was a lush, jungle paradise filled with ecosensual delights. My teenage experiments with psychedelics on “Tits Beach” made for some transcendental connections with nature and its elements. It’s possible that’s where my relationship with the Earth, Sky, Sea and Moon really took hold. Or perhaps this relationship actually goes back to the womb, or further. Since I took my wedding vows, ‘to love, honor and cherish the Earth, Sky and Sea until death brings us closer together forever,’ my love grows bigger, deeper and more Universal every day, and penetrates every aspect of my life. I’m quite certain that we will be together for the rest of my life. I would be nothing without them. On this honeymoon I expect to get to know more about my lovers and what makes them happy and satisfied. But all is not sunshine and daffodils. Last night when I first arrived here at the condo with my luggage in tow, what was the first thing I saw in front of me? Nothing less than a huge, dreaded, killer Palmetto bug—aka the water bug—that indestructible, dinosaur cockroach. Was this a warning sign from the Universe that danger lies ahead? I’m scared. Will my new relationships work? Will I be worthy? There are issues; my fears of intimacy, old coping mechanisms, negative thought patterns, baggage from past relationships, societal taboos, not to mention the earthquakes, hurricanes and tsunamis. There were also things that happened in my childhood. Between the ages of about seven and ten my younger sister chased me with giant water bugs whenever she found them. I’d run screaming into the safety of the bathroom and slam the door. She would then put them under the door and they would crawl towards me while she laughed, taunted and terrorized me. This created some deep wounds--for which she has since sincerely apologized. A shaman-therapist suggested that in a past life I had lived in the jungle, been tortured, and when left to die my body became covered with crawling water bugs. There were maggots involved too. Will I ever be able to overcome my childhood (and past life) nature abuse? In any case, I can no longer deny my romantic, and erotic, attraction to nature. Society does not support this kind of relationship. Look at the eco-sex negative names like “tree hugger,” “hedonist,” “beach bum.” “Pagan,” “dirty girl,” “tom boy,” “flower child”… The list goes on. We must reclaim these! Say it loud, say it proud, “I am a nature lover!” Those of us that can, must come out of the closet. Perhaps when people get to know us and realize we are part of their communities and in their families things will get better. Of course lots and lots of people don’t even realize they are ecosexual. They need to be educated. We need an Ecosex Community Center, an Ecosex Film Festival, a march on Washington to demand more environmental protections. Oh dear, here I am, working again--and on my honeymoon. OK, so I realize that I am anthropomorphizing the Earth, Sky, Sea, and Moon—attributing them human-like qualities, the way people anthropomorphize “God.” The Earth, Sky and Sea are not human beings, and human beings are not the Earth, Sky and Sea. --Or are we? This experience is so new that anthropomorphizing is the only way I can manage to even begin to explain it. Hopefully I will find better ways to speak of these things in the future. Here in Akumal, I’m grateful that I can share this honeymoon with my beloved, human life-partner, Elizabeth Stephens, aka Beth. She and I are walking hand-in-hand on this amazing bio-sexual adventure. We came to these life-changing self-discoveries at the same time. We fell madly in love nine years ago. For the first couple years of our relationship we desired to be totally monogamous. A couple years later we decided to practice what we call “adventurous monogamy.” We’d have erotic adventures together; like going to a neo-burlesque show and getting a lap dance, or doing a sensual massage evening with our sacred intimate, Joseph Kramer, or we’d find ourselves being voyeurs at a friend’s sex party. Things really changed five years into the relationship when we bought a little cabin in the woods of Boulder Creek, California. It was there that we found ourselves turning green-- what with all the talk of solar power, global warming, recycling, … green was in the zeitgeist. We discussed it and decided to open up our relationship to become what we call ‘pollen-amorous.’-- to take the Earth as our lover. Looking back, Beth and I can see how the experiences in our lives shaped us and brought us to this--our destiny. Perhaps she and I were drawn to each other by greendar, sensing each other’s latent ecosexuality. In any case, we are glad we found each other. There aren’t too many other partners that would let their wives marry, and make love with, the Earth, Sky, Sea and Moon. Now Beth and I want to share our enthusiasm for this kind of love, and the things we’ve learned and are thinking. We hope our story will help and inspire others like us, or help others who aren’t like us understand us, and ultimately we hope to help to protect our beloveds the Earth Sky, Sea and Moon. WHEN I KNEW -- CHILDHOOD When I first knew that I was an ecosexual I was five. My family moved from to sunny California from dark Pennsylvania. My parents bought us a house with a sparkling blue swimming pool. I remember, the first time I jumped into our. The rush of the cold water; my heart pumping, lips tingling, toes curling, the pure body pleasure. I floated, buoyant, the light twinkling on the top of the water like fairy glitter. The sound of the splasssshhhh, then the silence of the deep end. I became one with the water. I was a water ballerina, beautiful, graceful, at peace. I loved the taste and scent of the chlorinated water. I became renewed, refreshed. Even though I knew it was naughty, I peed in the pool. They don’t call me Sprinkle for nothing. When I knew that I was an ecosexual I was nine. My dad discovered Yosemite and he fell in love. In retrospect, my dad must have been an ecosexual too. Our family visited Yosemite several times a year. That’s when it started, between me, and the redwood trees. I liked them BIG. And they were HUGE! Big, round, hard, but soft, redwood trees. Gentle giants. I loved the scent of the trunk, like vanilla mixed with soil. I have a strong memory of coming across a redwood that had fallen over from a storm. I walked around and peeked at its freshly exposed roots. So soft, so sensuous, so sexy! I had to touch them. When I knew that I was an ecosexual I was ten. It was at night, when we were camping. My family would gather wood and make a fire. I was a Camp Fire Girl! We crumpled newspaper, topped it with kindling and lit it with a match. When the flames got going we added logs. It would start slowly, then build. Eventually the fire became raging, hot, I could feel the heat on my skin. I loved the smell of the burning wood and smoke. I could stare into the dancing flames for hours, and find so many colors; reds, oranges, yellows, even blues, greens and purples. Flames licking wood with intensity. The logs florescent with burning embers, like a painting on black velvet. I would watch until the fire went completely out. That’s when I knew. MY GREEN TEEN YEARS My first oral sex experience was in communion with nature, on a secluded beach two hours north of Panama City. Mathew Van Guilder Howell was a sweet older man at twenty-four years old. He owned The Golden Frog, a hippie coffee shop. I was a shy, sweet sixteen, high school student and budding hippie. We did what young people did in 1969 on their first date; a hit of mescaline. That night there was but a sliver of a moon, and the stars were only how stars can be on a jungle beach on the equator—more bright and abundant than anywhere else on the planet. There were so many shooting stars it was like a fireworks display, but way, way better. The gentle, rhythmic waves massaging the sand were filled with plankton, which made them glow in the dark with magical phosphorescent sparkle. Nature was at her most glamorous and seductive, dripping in diamonds. Van and I got naked. My heart was open and pumping, my senses aroused, and I was in love for the first time. I laid on my back, dug my feet into the sand, and let my knees open like butterfly wings to welcome the Universe in between my thighs. The splash of a wave spit on my belly and vulva. For a few timeless moments the Universe and I made an exquisite, erotic, cosmic connection. Then Van kissed his way down my body and gave me, what we called at the time, “head.” To this day Van and I remain friends, but it is the Earth, Sky, and Sea that I ultimately married. As I think about it, my most memorable teen ecosex experiences were when I was in an entheogen induced altered state. Like when I took a hit of orange sunshine (LSD) and sat by the stove and watched, transfixed, the miracle that is water boiling in a metal pot for a long, long, long time. The sounds the bubbles made against the steel pot were hypnotic and beautiful. Like when I ate psilocybin mushrooms, buried myself up to my neck in cool sand and lay cuddling with the Earth for an eternity. Like the time I smoked opium and watched a giant sea turtle lay her eggs on the beach. Like when I ate some peyote buttons in the Arizona desert and made love with a big, erect, suaro cactus. There was no touching of the cactus for obvious reasons, but I swear, that cactus and I exchanged our sexual energies. These experiences, and a few others like them, I treasure highly and wouldn’t have missed them for the world. MY ECOSLUTTY NEW YORK CITY YEARS At eighteen I moved to Manhattan. Like leaving a high school sweetheart behind when one goes away to college, I just didn’t have much use for nature anymore and was just fine without it. For years and years the city satisfied all my needs. I had an exciting and happy life in the sex industry, working in massage parlors, making porn movies, doing burlesque, and posing for sex magazines. Eventually I successfully transitioned into the art world, touring internationally with my one-woman performance-art-theater shows about my life. I also became a sex educator, and the first porn star to get a Ph.D.. On the rare occasions when I did venture out of the city into the country, it was mostly to the Wise Woman Center near Woodstock. In summers women would gather there to learn “wise woman traditions” at the famous, eccentric herbalist, Susun Weed’s rustic old house and barn-like studio located in an old, abandoned rock quarry. The WWC was surrounded by numerous acres of woods, rivers, and waterfalls. There was a lake, which had a thick blanket of green algae across the top but you could still swim in it, sky clad. Gardens, goats, geese, pet spiders, insects and fairies were all part of the curriculum. It was at the WWC that for the first time I heard someone mention, in passing, the concept of the “Earth as a lover” as an alternative to “Earth as a Mother.” This grabbed my attention! My motto had always been “eroticize everything.” Sex was my thing, my path, my language. Maybe I, a big city slut, could reconnect with nature by thinking of the Earth as my lover. The first time I went to the WWC was for Blood of the Ancients, a week-long gathering with rituals and workshops honoring menstruation. My curiosity about what such a gathering would entail led me to sign up. Women spun stories of walking into the woods, sitting on moist moss and letting their menstrual blood drip down on it as a way to nourish and connect with the Earth. Women spoke of bleeding into cotton cloth pads, then soaking the pads in water and using the bloody water to nourish their plants, and to feel earthy. While I definitely thought these practices were pretty out there, I also liked the idea of these intimate, symbolic gestures and later tried the bloody-rag-water idea out for myself for a few months on my two motley houseplants. The women all sang songs together about blood and the Earth around the campfire and in sweat lodge ceremonies. “Blood of the Ancients, flows through my veins. Forms die, but the river of life remains.” “The Earth is our Mother. We will take care of her. Hey yunga, ho yunga hey yung yung.” “Earth my body, water my blood, air my food and fire my spirit!” “The river is flowing, flowing and flowing. The river is flowing, back to the Sea. Mother carry me, a child I will always be. Mother carry me, back to the sea.” Even though it felt a bit silly, it was nice to sing about, and to, the Earth. In any case, there was no denying that shit grew like crazy all around the place. The next summer I returned to the Wise Woman Center for Green Witch Week. Just after my green witch initiation, Susun Weed invited me to teach there. So for ten years, every summer I went and taught a four-day Sacred Sex workshop with my friends Jwala, Barbara Carrellas, and Linda Montano. I had come to fancy myself a red witch and a sacred prostitute. We taught the usual stuff about g-spots, erotic massage, sex magic, tantra, and had Sluts and Goddesses dress up and performance nights. But on the fourth afternoon of our workshop, when the workshopees were ripe and ready, I’d give them a most unusual assignment; “go out into the woods alone and have sex with something in nature, like a tree, a rock, a cloud, or a waterfall.” I’d coach them. “Use all of your senses, smell, touch, taste, lick, kiss, rub, hump…” Sometimes I would do a little demo—like I’d lay across a hot granite boulder, kiss it, lick and taste it, sniff it, hug it, hump it, breathe it in... We’d all have a good laugh then off to the woods they’d go. Two hours later, we’d gather again in a circle for kiss and tell. “I made love with a waterfall, and it was the best sex I ever had.” “It was amazing. I got totally into this lavender bush.” “I never thought of doing this before but I had a great experience with some lichen and can’t wait do it again.” “I fell asleep by the river and when I woke up there were butterflies all over my body. It was so beautiful.” The women were overwhelmingly excited, amazed and satisfied. Of course there were always the Goddesses of Distention who held back. They just couldn’t, and wouldn’t go there. “Way too kinky.” But those that gave themselves over to the assignment agreed; nature was one hell of a hot lover. We teach what we want to learn. In the late 80’s and early 90’s I wrote a series articles for Penthouse magazine. One was about a Native American shaman, sex magician and teacher named Harley Swiftdeer and his five-day Quodoshka workshop. He was the real deal. Harley taught me the best sex technique in the world--the Fire Breath orgasm-- also known as the FBO. It’s a circular breathing technique to breathe ecstasy energy into and up one’s body and then out into an electric energy orgasm release. With the FBO one can learn to harness, build, and move sexual energy, which can then be utilized for all kinds of things; hotter partner sex, physical healing, emotional cleansing, spiritual nourishment, shamanic journeying, and more. When I saw his more advanced students all demonstrate it, I knew I just had to learn it. It took me a couple years of practicing to get the total hang of the FBO. I’d practice it at home alone or with other people who knew how to do it. But it was the day that I practiced the FBO in Central Park by the lake near the Alice in Wonderland statue, that I really GOT it and had my first big, electric, full body, blissful energy orgasm. The technique can be done with clothes on, standing or laying, and could be interpreted as someone doing yogic breathing or some sort of tai chi moves, so I don’t think anyone in the park knew what I was up to. Watching the light dancing on the water, breathing in the scent of the dirt, and the sounds of the pigeons around me were just the inspiration I needed to get me over the energy orgasm hump. Learning the FBO was pivotal for me in my ecosexual evolution. Through my breath, some kegals, undulation, and intention, I could make love with the Earth, Sky and Sea energetically. Over the years that followed I taught hundreds of others; men, women and trans people, to do it too in workshops I called “Ecstasy Breathing” or “Fun With Breath and Energy Orgasm,” and often gave the technique a bit of an ecosexual twist. Certainly a person does not have to be outside of a city to have good ecosex. For example, there was the time I was laying on my living room couch masturbating with my Hitachi magic wand when I looked out my eleventh story window, over the skyscrapers and into the sky when a big, white puffy cloud cruised me. Earlier I’d been reading the book Sexual Secrets and there was a quote I resonated with. “I am the sun, the moon and all the stars. There is no temple as sacred, no temple as blissful, as my own body.” I medibated on that thought and found myself fantasizing that the cloud was watching me, coming closer to me, then enveloping me in its pillowy puffs. This was very pleasurable, and triggered a series of deep clitoral orgasms, accompanied by a burst of emotion, which I call a crygasm. My favorites. As I came out of a divine afterglow, a wave of shame washed over me. Was I some sort of cloud pervert? Was there a difference between what Shere Hite told me was a totally normal recurring rape fantasy doing a live sex show with a horse, vs. a fantasy of making love with a cloud? I decided to ask the cloud, is this for real? Is this consensual? Am I totally nuts? In that moment a red helium balloon floated up into the sky and pierced the cloud, like with Cupid’s arrow. I took this to be a sign that indeed our love was real. Then before my eyes the sky darkened and it started to sprinkle. A cloud ejaculation! That was one of the best sexual experiences I had ever had, and I’d had many. For a long time I never spoke to anyone about this experience. It was a love that dared not speak its name. Occasionally I would find people with whom I could talk about ecosex. My friend Michael L. confided that once when he was camping he had an affair with a bright yellow flower that grew outside his tent. He masturbated with, and ejaculated on the flower a couple times. When it the flower started to die from old age, it made him so sad that he ate the flower and they became forever one. My friend Andrew R. shared with me about his tree in the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens, which had a big hole in its trunk. He would sneak inside that tree, masturbate, and come inside the tree. He developed a very strong bond with the tree, a deep love. Jasmine D. a yoga teacher friend, told me about the day her boyfriend broke up with her. She was crying face down on the grass. Suddenly she felt the life force of the Earth shoot into her, which triggered a full body Kundalini orgasm, the biggest she had ever had, which was for her a profound, beautiful and healing experience. She never cried over that boyfriend again. Although I didn’t have a name for them yet, my ecosexual proclivities continued. Vegetables were a favorite dildo; namely the classic cucumber and the occasional carrot—I admit this was before we knew about washing off the pesticides. Water has always my favorite of the elements. On some special horny occasions, I’d lay on my back in the bathtub, straddle the faucet, turn on the water, and have beautiful watergasms. Or straddle a hot tub jet when I could find one. I loved doing clay masks, and to exfoliate in the shower with scrubs made of oatmeal, honey, lavender and rose. Steam baths, spa treatments with natural products, and aromatherapy scents made life extra pleasurable. As a sex worker I relished the occasional mud-wrestling photo shoot, the outdoor sex scenes, and the nice John with the yacht in the 79th street boat basin. In my personal life, having sex in the great outdoors was always a very special, all too rare, treat. Such was ecosex in the city. MY MERMAID YEARS Around my fortieth birthday the Sea began to beckon. “Come to me. You can’t resist me. Come to me. I want you.” Like the time I was in Scotland with my lover Mary. We were standing at the edge of Loch Ness looking for the monster when I heard, “Come to me, come to me…” My tears could not be withheld and Mary hugged me tight. “I feel so disconnected from nature,” I cried. “No wonder,” she said, “it’s the middle of winter for Christ’s sake.” But I knew it was more than that-- I was out of touch, and I knew in my heart that I had to get back to the Garden. So I inched myself away from Manhattan to live by the Sea. First I moved to East Hampton for a year. Then made my way to live in Provincetown where I fell in love with the humpback whales. After a couple years I was called to the Pacific Ocean, got a houseboat in Sausalito and lived right on top of the water, happily in rhythm with the tides. When my houseboat burnt down while I was out of town I learned about the power of fire. Free of material belongings, I took off with a male-to-female transsexual, named Captain Barb. We floated north on her fifty-five foot boat three years in a marina on Orcas in the San Juan Islands. I recreated myself as a mermaid. A WORK IN PROGRESS TO BE CONTINUED.

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