#joey up from in the red hat

[undescribed1mage]

Trying 2 figure out which Marriott Girl is who even though literally none of them are wearing costumes I recognize <//3

#annie.txt #newsies #marriott newsies #im thinking. #hildy in the back with the pigtails #joey up from in the red hat #rafaela on the other side in blue #but im not 100% on that #also in their big promo video the girl in blue is wearing joeys hat & #in every other photo of Joey & Rafaela they're both wearing red #so. #idk #im almost positive on hildy though

[bigwishes]

A Night at The Club

[Trade for: @bribri66]

It was a Friday night and Frank had just gotten off late from work and was driving down mainstreet out of the city. He saw a bright glowing neon sign coming up right before his turn. He'd never remembered it being there and he drove this way home every single night. The sign shone brightly "Men's Milk Bar" written in bright pink letters with the neon shape of a man in a cowboy hat under it.

Frank was slowly approaching the turn off to get on the road to go home or to turn into the car park of the new gay bar that had seemingly popped up in the middle of the day. Frank flicked his indicator on and turned off into the carpark of the gay bar almost without even realising.

Frank got out of his car and walked towards the building, he could hear the music pounding outside and could almost feel it through the ground as he got close, lights shined out of the windows and pinks and greens flashed around inside. Frank walked up to the front and saw an enormous muscular man blocking the door and next to him a long line of men. The giant man turned to Frank,

"What do you want Jelly Man?"

The bouncer laughed at Frank as he pocked his large fat stomach and dusted crumbs off his flannelette shirt.

Frank stared blankly at the door and the bouncer chuckled

"sure buddy, don't get lost in there"

The bouncer opened the door and a roar of moans erupted from the lines as Frank cut straight through. Light shot out of the open doors and the heavy thumping of music spilled out onto the streets and called Frank inside like a siren song. The large grizzled man clumsily stumbled inside almost like he was drunk.

Immediately walking through the door Frank was saw two dancers standing before him.

the two men were built like bulls and flaunted it with every movement they made. The both of them approached Frank.

"Well hi big boy" the first said rubbing Frank's shoulders

"We don't get many guys like you in here" the second said patting Frank's fat belly

Frank blushed embarrassed trying to get the words out as the two dancers paraded themselves around him and rubbed up against him. Frank became more and more flustered as the two ripped men toyed and teased with him, slight comments about his guy, his hairy face, his stained and worn out work clothes. Frank wanted to react to being borderline bullied but he couldn't focus as he felt his dick desperately try to uncurl against the tightness of his jeans.

"I don't think our friend hear likes how loud it is Georgie"

"I think you're right Joey"

The two dancers smiled at each other as they ran their hands down Frank's arms, taking his hands in theirs. The two lead Frank through the crowds of men dancing to the music to a large pink stained glass heart shaped door. There was a small neon sign above it the read "Love Factory". The sign pulsed like a heart beat. The two dancers opened the doors and took Frank inside. As the doors closed the music almost completely shut out like the room was sound proof.

Frank walked over to a heart shaped bar stool and sat down, it squeaked and moaned clearly not built for a man of his size.

Georgie walked over to Frank and leant his arms against his lap making the chair squeak even more. Frank's face turned a deep red as he was eye to eye with the almost naked man leaning on him.

"I know you wanna be with us big guy" said Georgie poking his tongue in his cheek

"and I know you wanna be like us big guy" Joey smirked as he pulled something out of a small fridge tucked in the corner.

"Should we Joey?"

"I think we should Georgie"

The two devilishly smiled at one another as Joey placed a glass pint full of ice cold strawberry milk in Frank's hands

"All you need to do big guy is have a drink"

"and we're all yours"

Frank looked down at the milk, slowly brining it up to his lips, his gaze meeting the two dancers as he started to drink. It tasted like strawberries mixed with something with a slight spicy tang, like paprika. It fizzed and bubbled in his mouth and in his throat.

The two dancers began rubbing themselves against Frank, gentle touches slowly turning into groping and kissing. Frank couldn't focus on anything, he tried his best to entertain the the advances of the two dancers but there was only so much of him to go around, and he couldn't focus as there was a strange feeling in his stomach and an terrible itching spreading across his body.

Frank desperately tried to keep up with the two men whilst taking breaks to scratch and itch. He tried to ease the annoyance but whenever to began to itch his face or under his shirt the dancers quickly distracted him pulling his hands away, but every now and again, when he got the chance he felt different. The deep black hair on his face and across his body was getting light and lighter, thinning up, the chunky weight and layer of fat on his gut, chest and arms started to feel tighter and tighter. Even his raspy voice sounded slightly lighter as he moaned.

A few moments later and Frank began to feel dizzy, the tang and bubbling that took place in his throat and mouth had made its way to his brain, it felt like tiny fireworks were going off in his head. Frank slumped slightly on the stool as his dirty flannel work shirt slipped off his arms and back onto the floor. Frank tied to speak but instead of words coming out his mouth simply fell open and bubbly giggles came out instead.

Georgie was standing in front of Frank holding his wallet.

"Looks like his name was Frank, Joey"

"Hmmm he doesn't look like a Frank now"

Frank mindlessly rubbed his face which now felt baby smooth

"What about Frankie?" asked Georgie

"Oh I like that, what do you think Frankie" Joey asked the man formerly known as Frank

He just sat there slack jawed struggling to comprehend what was going on. His hands, once leathery and thick now smooth and strong found their ways creeping up his naked torso, rubbing his new abs and grabbing his pecs as he moaned.

"I think he likes it"

Frankie just sat there admiring his new body and worshipping himself.

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A few days had gone by and nobody had seen Frank, a missing persons report was called it but it mysteriously got marked as solved when two cops came into the club and got a free hour alone with the new hottest dancer.

Frank, the big chubby lazy officer worker was gone,

But lucky Frankie, the horny himbo slut was there to fill his place...

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #tf story #transformation #gay transformation #reality change

[greenscreen-dress]

Hhheeeeheheh I love these skins so much I CANNOT wait to see them in-video... But until then here's my ranking of them, long rambly full thoughts below.

Also here's the tierlist!

Ultimate Slayage: no discussion these 2 are the best. Every single one of Sausage's skins are a smash hit & this one is no exception, it's just so well done. The eye make-up the little tied shirt thing the HUGE extravagant sunflower, contrasted by those big clomping boots... The GENDER of it all aough I love him.

& Pix of course. Pix my guy just STUNNING. Idk about the other skins but this one is very likely made by Pix himself (bc of a thing he tweeted) & that makes it all the more impressive bc it's just?? So good??? The floor-length the off-the-shoulder sleeves leading into long gloves(?), the corset-y bits with golden buttons or lacing up the front, the BRIGHT BLUE bodice bits which (based off the colour) are definitely Ancient Capitollian Dodo feathers or inspired by them at least... It's just a masterpiece. The only comment I might have is maybe make sure you match your foundation right, Pix... But I've also decided he's in a full white lace/mesh bodysuit under the dress so. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Surprised &/or Delighted: honestly this category fits all of them purely bc I don't think anyone expected these ^^. Oli & Jimmy are in here specifically because, while they're not my ultimate brain-frothing faves, these dresses are extremely good adaptations/elevations of their regular skins— Oli's especially looks so natural on him bc it's in exactly the same glitzy faux-medieval style as his bard outfit. The purple is a staple colour with him, fits the royalty theme, & somehow looks both elegant and like a Halloween costume with its bright shade & tinsel-like gold trims. It's silly and fantastic and VERY Oli Orionsound. Cannot wait for him to play the fainting damsel-in-distress at every occasion <3

Jimmy's is plainer but just as faithful to his sheriff skin: off-the-shoulder sleeves appear to be a theme with these skins and they look amazing on everyone, Katherine is so epic if this was her Royal doing. Jimmy looks AMAZING in a long jean(?) skirt & the slit just elevates it even more... I am beginning to notice I have a Thing for long skirts and big boots ^^;. This is going to look stunning with the hat, and just plain adorable at Jimmy's current height.

Fits the brief: ok so these skins are fantastic and I LOVE the colour on both of them, but there's not as much tying them to their Empires... fWhip's goblin skin is so intricate with that embroidered waistcoat & bright primary colours so it's a shame to lose that, though the plain red looks very elegant on him & the shape of the dress stands out from the other skins in a very fun way. It's definitely between the 2 categories and I will likely be swayed by the first bit of fanart I come across for it, but for now: yeah.

Joey's is the opposite case, where it fits the brief and the simplicity of it not only looks good but makes some sense (semi-broke pirate usually wearing tattered sailor's garb). I just wish it had gone a bit further to match Joey's big personality. The slit and shape is lovely (as is the neckliiii— wait where does that neckline end? /pos), but what about some more gold, or prismarine accents? Fishnet gloves, or stockings striped like his shirt? It just feels like it could go much further, & maybe fanart will push it there for me. Also I'm removing points for no dress + epic pirate boots /j

Expected more: oh this skin... Yeah I'm not blown away by it. The colours that are present are very nice but there just aren't enough of them, and the shape... The cutaways at the hip are very nice, but Girl. That is a tank top. & for some reason the skirt refuses to register as one in my brain despite the pretty gradient. With the vibes of Chromia I'm picturing Scott in something shorter and frillier, high-heeled boots, feathered hat and cape— real Barbie and the 3 Musketeers kind of vibe basically. I need to draw that. Definitely more colours though, that's the first step. Bi-coloured bodice, tie-dye skirt with petticoats, a flower crown, something!! Maybe there's custom items involved to accessorise, maybe this is a temporary self-made dress while waiting on a commission, idk but I'm going to need to see some out-of-this world fanart to salvage this skin as it is. :/ Sorry Scott, sashay away.

And finally...

Joel: Joel. Joel Smallish "Massive" Beans that is a recycled MCC skin I am SURE of it. Joel this is so lazy and stupid and perfectly on-brand I love it I hate it this is peak Wish/Aliexpress cosplay. Keep it up you bastard (I still want to see / draw him in proper femme greek garb. But alas).

ANYWAY.

Big long ramble, thankye for reading this whole thing & feel free to make your own lists / yell at me for interpreting these pixels wrong. No matter my minor gripes the fact we have these looks at all and go insane over them is so so SO fun ^^

#HOOH BOY this took me an hour to make the tierlist / type out my onions lol #but these looks are ✨worth it✨ #esmp s2 #empires s2 #empires smp #esmpblr #empiresblr #esmp ensemble #namemc spoilers #fwhip #joey graceffa #mythicalsausage #oli orionsound #joel smallishbeans #scott smajor #jimmy solidaritygaming #pixlriffs #WOOOH. LOTS OF TAGS ^^; #eMerambles

[mrxcreepypastamadness]

For: @toxic-and-the-gang

Mario's Madness V2 muses!

Hellish Heights

1st Muse (Current):

GB

Aliases: Mario

Relationships:

• Christine Hermer (Creator, Victim)

• Game Boy Cameraman (Best Friend)

• Turmoil (Best Friend)

Place of Birth: Unknown Origin

Status: Alive

Species: Entity

Subspecies: Code

Gender: Male

Eye Color: Gray

Hair Color: Black

Created by:

• Nintendo (Original Mario)

• Marco Antonio (GB)

Appears in:

• Black & White (WIP)

• Friday Night Funkin': Mario's Madness

Debut: Friday Night Funkin: Mario's Madness

About: GB is an EXE made by Marco Antonio. He is based off of Mario's appearance in Super Mario's appearance in Super Mario Land 2: 6 Golden Coins. He is specifically from a bootleg pirate copy of Super Mario Land, but his true origins are unknown. He can even manifest in his players head, and come into the real world, however mostly chooses not to, as he believes limiting himself makes things more fun.

He is the opponent of the song "Golden Land".

Gallery:

GB (True Form)

2nd Muse (New):

DJ Hallyboo

Aliases: Host

Occupation:

• Host of Mario Party (piracy crack-downer)

Species: Top Hatted Being

Gender: Male

Eye Color: Red

Created by: Morray01

Voiced by: Juno Songs

Appears in:

• Mario Party DS ARG

• Friday Night Funkin' (as a mod)

Debut: Mario Party DS ARG

About: DJ Hallyboo is from Joey Perleoni's Mario Party DS Anti-Piracy ARG. He's the missing host for Mario Party DS. He appears as the main opponent in the song "No Party".

3rd Muse (New/Current):

Mr. Virtual

Aliases:

• Mario

• V

• Mr. V

• MRV

Relationships:

• Samantha Heathers (victim)

• Detective Thomas Anderson (Killer/Enemy)

Place of Birth: Unknown Origins

Status: Undead/Immortal

Species:

• Human (Formerly)

• Poltergeist (Curently)

Gender: Male

Height:

• 8'4" (Mario form)

• 13'5" (True form)

Eye Color: Red with black Sclera

Hair Color: Red

Created by:

• Nintendo (Original Mario)

• Stupendous Snart (Mr. Virtual)

Voiced by:

• KINGFOX

• Infinite Jr. (Used to be/No longer the case)

Appears in:

• The Virtual Files (upcoming)

• Friday Night Funkin' (as a mod)

About: Mr. Virtual is a Mario.EXE take by Stupendous Snart and the antagonist of the analog horror series, The Virtual Files. He is a character for the mod. He's a malicious entity that resides within a Virtual Boy, causing those who play his games to go insane and kill themselves in gruesome ways. This has lead to many police investigations; the most notable of which being "The Heathers Investigation". He is the opponent in the song "Paranoia".

4th Muse (New):

Mr. L

Aliases: Luigi (former name)

Relatives:

• Mario (despised brother, accidental murderer)

Occupation: Plumber (formerly)

Species:

• Human (Formerly)

• Spirit (Currently)

Gender: Male

Eye Color: Black

Hair Color: Brown

Created By:

• Nintendo (Original Luigi)

• Mr. Pixel (Creator of Mr. L)

Appears in:

• Too Late.exe

• Friday Night Funkin' (As a mod)

Debut: Too Late.exe

About: Mr. L or Too Late Luigi is a version of Luigi.EXE created by Mr. Pixel and the antagonist of the game Too Late.exe. It is currently unknown how Luigi ended up becoming Mr. L, however, all seems to be related to Mario and he seeks revenge against his brother. He is the opponent of the song "Overdue" and goes against Pico.

Gallery:

#1:

Mr. L (Faker)

#2:

Mr. L (True Form) (Hallway)

5th Muse (New):

THE FORGIVEN

Relatives:

• Luigi/Mr. L (Brother, killer)

Status: Deceased

Species:

• Human (Formerly)

• Ghost (Currently)

Gender: Male

Debut: Too Late.exe

About: THE FORGIVEN is Mario from the "Too Late.Exe" creepypasta game by Mr. Pixel, He has been killed by his vengeful undead brother Luigi (now known as Mr. L) and has returned as a ghost. In "Mario's Madness", he appears briefly as an additional player character in "Overdue", helping Pico to fend off Mr. L.

6th Muse (Current):

MX

Aliases:

• Mario

• False Hero (faker form)

• Lord MX

Relatives:

• Chemical X-Ecutor (Sister)

• Ms.82 (Sister)

• Mr. Video Game (Brother)

Relationships:

• Lucas (Endless Victim)

• Wendy (Canon Rabbit Wife)

• January Afton (Sonic AU Wife)

• Jonathan Afton (Sonic AU Son)

• JX/Xenoharpus (Sonic.EXE AU Son/daughter)

• Wiilam Afton (FNAF AU Son)

• Zachitus Afton (FNAF AU Son)

• Texas Afton/TX (Sonic.EXE AU Son)

• Wendy Afton (FNAF AU Daughter)

• Ballora Afton (FNAF AU Daughter)

• Lord X (Best Friend AU, regardless of the exe community being shitty right now, An AU Best Friend shouldn't be a problem.)

• Nekoamon (pet)

• Red Mist Squidward (Friend)

• Hypna (Friend)

• Pablo (Friend)

Status: Alive

Species: Spirit

Gender: Male

Height:

• 6 feet (Faker)

• 12 feet (Real Form)

Eye Color: No Eyes

Hair Color:

• Black (Real Form)

• Dark Green (Faker)

Created by:

• Nintendo (Original Mario)

• FrazzDude! (Original and Current Owner of MX)

• RazzDazzleDoo (Co-Owner of MX)

• Inferno (Retired Owner of MX)

Voiced by:

• Sunset (Official and V2)

• KINGFOX (Legacy)

Appears in:

• Mario '85 demo

• Friday Night Funkin' (as a mod)

Debut: Mario '85 demo

About: MX is a NON-EXE OC created by FrazzDude. He stars as the main antagonist of Mario '85, a new take on the concept of Mario.EXE heavily inspired by Sonic (PC PORT). Sitting within an abandoned copy of Super Mario Bros., MX takes the souls of those who play the game so that he can "play" with them for all eternity. He is the opponent of the songs "Powerdown" and "Demise".

Gallery:

MX (False Hero)

#mario's madness #overworld #creepypasta #mario 85 #Hellish Heights #anti piracy #analog horror #Too Late.exe #friday night funkin

[omvimo]

so so so me and some friends talked about a nature wives wedding so heres what we came up with

roles

pix: wedding officiant oli: wedding singer/musician sausage: planner/chef tortoise: best man to shelby gem: maid of honor to katherine lizzie: ring bearer fwip: donates the rings joel: makes the weather nice jimmy: silly guy scott: there for the funs hermes: flower boy joey: the guy who nobody knows why he was invited false was also invited but she just disappeared

other headcannons

katherine makes both her and shelby’s outfits but she won’t check to make sure shelby’s fits nor make adjustments because its bad luck to see your partner so shelby has to get scott for her but he charges her because its scott

oli sings for their first dance but its a 20 minute ballad he made called “the gay princess and the gayer witch” and its just him singing about their life over girl in red music

tortoise and sausage argue about the colour schemes but neither katherine nor shelby care. they settle on sage green and lavender

fwip makes a joke about lizzie being a ring bearer but shes a cat and for the rest of the wedding shes just staring at him but the mask shes wearing is smiling so its even creepier

katherine makes a tux tortoise with a little top hat

katherine wears a wedding dress and shelby either wears dress pants and a collared blouse and tie or a dress with a blazer (we couldn’t decide lol)

joey objects but as a joke but nobody thinks its a joke and shelby is the only one to laugh and sausage pulls him back down and yells at him

joel makes shelby and katherine a rainbow

fwip makes their rings and shelby is hovering the entire time

lizzie enchants the rings so that they can talk to each other from far away

heres the people that helped out!!

@foggy-rain

@distraughtfulsul

@phai-the-lesbiab

@dragonsfortune

#that server is so fun #yall should join #nature wives wedding #nature wives #empires smp #shubble #katherine elizabeth

[djpurple3]

i believe in whatever these two have going on. Joey might be obsessed with Katherine but he Has figured out how to make Jimmy make out with him in five seconds or less AND he uses this power to his advantage. i’m right.

click for quality maybe bc tumblr is tumblr

@belovedgamers

[Image ID: Pirate Joe and Sheriff Solidarity from Empires SMP S2. Jimmy is straddling Joe’s lap, having pushed him over, dragging him by the coat forward, snapping, “I need you to shut up.” It is written in blue text, the same blue as his neck kerchief. Joe is underneath him, propped up on his elbows, smirking up at him, saying, “Oh yeah? Make me.”  It is written in the same red as Joe’s coat. Joe’s hat has been knocked off his head. /End ID]

#empires smp #empires s2 #pirate joe #sheriff solidarity #joey graceffa #solidarity gaming #empiresshipping #joey/jimmy #if there's a shipname please tell me i cant think of anything good and believe me i tried #empires joey/jimmy #empires fanart #you dont understand they know how to push each other's buttons and get what they want out of the other. #suggestive tw #<- just in case <3

[xmcu-fietro]

Some Thoughts on Ralph + His Deleted Scene

Warning ahead for Wandavision and Mare of Easttown spoilers, as well as rumors about the Agatha spin-off!

Here's my initial thoughts on the scene! I kept pushing off posting this since I was worried I'd forget stuff that I'd want to mention, but I think at this point I just need to post it, and I can always repost/add stuff later xD

First Thoughts

Not to sound hyperbolic, but the costume/hair and makeup departments choosing to put Ralph (a very non-serious stoner surfer bro) in a button-up and for him to have the "police detective Colin Zabel" haircut is fascinating to me. This is the last thing I would expect him to look like outside of the hex--I'd been assuming that Ralph's haircut looked like Evan's in the behind the scenes Wandavision interview, or at least a little longer like his headshot. I guess they chose to just not give him a wig when they filmed, and that was right after shooting Mare of Easttown (but why? what was the reasoning behind that choice? because presumably they put some thought into it if they put so much thought into the hair/costuming for the rest of the show). Instead they gave him a much more formal, rule-follower type of haircut, not something more messy and laidback like he'd had in the show as Pietro/Ralph.

I also think it's really interesting that they made him wear a tucked in button-up shirt, because that feels weird for Ralph too. The hoodie/button-up combo is interesting because--at least as far as I know--that's an unusual combination (casual and formal, laid-back and serious, hex-Ralph and post-Hex-Ralph, who is rumored to be pretty affected by the Hex).

(also, sidenote: Ralph's outfit gets me because I had a strong Dear Evan Hansen phase in highschool and it looks like someone combined Connor and Evan's fashion choices in this photo xD)

The Agatha Spin-Off

Anyways, back to Mare of Easttown. I think there's some possibility that they kept this hairstyle as an intentional nod to Colin because we already know that the Agatha spin-off is partially inspired by Mare of Easttown. (and who is Mare's kind-of-but-it's-complicated sidekick and love interest? Colin. And who is Agatha's kind-of-but-it's-complicated sidekick and (fake) love interest? Ralph. Checkmate, he has to be in the spin-off to make the reference complete! /half-joking). but he'd better not die this time or else

Is “Ralph” important?

From a character standpoint, regardless of whether "Ralph" ends up being Peter or being in the spin-off at all, I find it interesting that Ralph is a meta character referencing nine other characters: Ralph Kramden (The Honeymooners), Darrin Stephens (Bewitched), Nick Moore (Family Ties), Richard Stabone (Growing Pains), Uncle Jesse (Full House), Joey* (Friends), Pietro Maximoff (Age of Ultron), Peter Maximoff (X-Men movies), and now, with the Agatha rumors and the haircut, seemingly Colin Zabel (Mare of Easttown)—the latter two also being played by Evan Peters, which is extra meta.

All of this to say—there's a weird amount of meta referencing going on here, and you don't give a weird amount of meta references to a character who you’re not supposed to pay much attention to. If he was purely meant as a throwaway gag/joke character, trying to layer so many references would be putting a hat on a hat—trying to do too many things with one joke, overwhelming it and, in this case, causing Ralph to seem confusing and unnecessary rather than funny.

While I can't prove that him being important means he'll end up being Peter or that he'll end up in the Agatha spin-off, I definitely think that him referencing so many characters, being the missing person in the case that led to SWORD going to Westview, and all of the other weird things about him (the 60's flashback from Halloween, the P8M license plate, his hair in episode 5) has to mean something--even if the more Peter-ish clues do end up being more of a red herring than hints of truth (although I still think he's Peter, so I'm not giving up on that yet).

And for what it's worth, I think if Marvel was trying to introduce a new, relevant to the story but totally-not-Quicksilver character, they wouldn't have practically had a big "THIS IS QUICKSILVER" sign above him until the finale. Because ultimately that would hurt a completely separate character, since that new character would just live in Peter's/Pietro's shadows instead of getting to be their own character--I mean, we know Ralph is important, but we don't even know his real name, since Ralph was his hex name. So if he is important--and he certainly seems to be--I think he'd have to be Peter.

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*note: Ralph may also be referencing Chandler, which makes for 10 references instead of 9.

#wandavision #wandavision spoilers #mare of easttown #mare of easttown spoilers #agatha spin off #agatha darkhold diaries #agatha coven of chaos #agatha house of harkness #what title do i use for the spinoff 😭 #peter maximoff #quicksilver #ralph bohner #ralph wandavision #peter maximoff truther #fake pietro #wandavision deleted scene

[boltupbitches]

Sliding in the DMs Part IX

18+ written content ahead

(I will go back and proofread for mistakes later. Don't mind them!)

The breeze danced over her shoulders as she lay on her stomach, sunbathing. The yacht was rocking gently on the water off the shore of Mykonos. The water lapped against the sides as the waves rolled gently. Overhead she could hear the faint calls of birds flying over towards the coastline. She sighed blissfully.

This vacation was greatly needed after Joey’s turbulent season. She had time off from work and decided to invite him to Greece to stay at her grandparents’ guest cottage. Joey, who had never been to Greece before, was stoked at the idea of it and asked questions non-stop about her family and her family’s home in Megara. The plan was to spend some time there and then travel to Mykonos and Athens for a few days before returning back to Megara to meet some of her cousins.

Joey was at the moment resting peacefully in the captain’s seat of the yacht, keeping a close eye for any other boats since Arty insisted on sunbathing topless for a bit.

She sighed loudly again and rolled over, making sure to have her tanning bed goggles on to protect her eyes.

Joey eyed up her tanned skin shining in the sunlight, her skin glistening from the sea breeze and sweat. He watched her chest rise and fall slowly with each breath. Her breasts had goosebumps as she shivered from a particular short breeze passing through. He could see her nipples pucker up in response. 

He got out of his seat, making sure his hat was fastened over his head (the new haircut felt odd still, but he was adjusting) as he made his way over to Arty.

She perked up at the sound of him approaching and said, “Hey handsome. Come to lay with me?”

Joey smirked at that and eased down next to her with a grunt. He picked up the sun tan lotion and asked, “You need another layer?”

She nodded and sat up, taking off the goggles and reaching up to fix her bun. She watched Joey squirt the white lotion into his hands and giggled at the dirty thoughts suddenly popping up in her mind.

Joey stopped what he was doing and stared at her with an amused look. “What?”

“Nothing..” she drawed out. “It just looks an awful lot like the stuff you left on my face and chest last night..” Joey’s face goes beet red. “But I imagine it doesn’t taste as good..” She said with a smirk.

“I swear you are insatiable.” He said with frustration. “You are lucky I don’t want to get caught by the Greek coast guard for public indecency or I’d bend you over right fucking here and now, Artemis.” 

Arty held her arm out to gesture around them, “no one is close enough to see what’s going on Joey.. and nobody knows you here unlike back home. I don’t see what the problem is.”

“Arty… Are you seriously telling me that you can’t wait another two hours before we make it back to land? You seriously want to fuck now?” Joey asked incredulously. 

“Yes.” She said calmly. “I think it’s already been well established that I have a high sex drive - as do you!”

Joey sighed loudly and told her, “As much as I want too, this is too risky, Artemis.” 

Arty pouted at that and said, “Fine. I get it. No sex until back on land…” She rolled over and pointed over her shoulder at her back. “Can you please get my back?”

Joey leaned over her, massaging the sunscreen into her back and her shoulders, being certain to get the back of her neck as well. After getting the upper boy done, he made his way down to her bottoms, lotioning around her bikini bottoms and down her thighs, working his way to her ankles. Arty had such beautiful, soft skin. His hands glided so smooth down her body.

(One time he commented about it and she said, “Thanks. I drink lots of water, lotion, and I got laser hair removal in some places too cause I used to grow a lot of hair. It’s the Greek in me.”

Joey almost spat his water out he was sipping when she said that. )

Arty was silent while Joey was lost in his thoughts, his hand still stroking absentmindedly on her thigh. 

“Hmm.. a little higher, baby.” Arty moaned out causing Joey to blink back into focus.

“What?”

“If you’re going to keep stroking my leg like that, move it up a little higher.” She said with an attitude.

Joey lifted his hand off her leg and got up, heading back over to the seat at the helm, calming his hormones. “You’re not getting me this time, Arty.”

“We’ll see.” She sing-songed back to him.

Joey put the boat into a light coast towards the shore and then stopped a few miles closer to shore. 

Arty was still laying on her back, when he stopped the boat. She shimmied for a moment and Joey was about to ask her what she was doing until he saw her raise her pelvis up and yank her untied swim bottoms off her. She dropped the yellow bottoms next to her and rolled over, putting her tanning goggles back on and sighing loudly.

Joey gulped as his eyes dragged down the length of her, taking in her physique and the beautiful curves of her breasts and hips.. His eyes lingering at the glistening front of pussy. She had went and waxed before their trip, insisting that she didn’t want to have her “bush on display in a yellow bikini.” Joey didn’t even challenge her on that, although he honestly didn’t care what it looked like down there most of the time. It was her body, not his, and she never made remarks about his grooming down below.

He knew Arty could feel him staring, with the smirk stretching over her face right now, he fucking knew she knew. Still, he said nothing and instead adjusted his trunks against his growing erection.

Arty took off her tanning goggles again, got up and stretched, yawning loudly with exaggeration as she then went over and leaned on the railing of the yacht, looking out over the beautiful ocean and closing her eyes as the breeze danced across her cheeks.

Joey then cleared his throat and said warningly, “Arty..”

She opened one eye and turned her head to smile at him before closing them again. “Joey.”

“Get your ass over here before someone sees you!” He demanded, flustered at the sight of her nude in the open. 

Arty ignores him and continues to take in the breeze.

“Artemis Thermopoli..” He said, beginning to rise from his seat.

“Joseph Bosa.” Arty turned back towards him fully this time and came over to him. She grabbed his hand, pulling him up with her and over to the seating lounge available to them. The roof of it covered them from the sun and gave a little more privacy.

As soon as the back of Joey’s knees made contact with the couch, she pushed into him to take a seat. He did so to avoid her tripping awkwardly over him.

As soon as he was seated, she swung one of her legs over his waist and straddled him. She wrapped her arms around him with a giggle and pressed a loud kiss to his bearded cheek. “I love you, baby.”

Joey turns to her and plants a kiss on her lips, “I love you too.” His hands dance down her sides and cup her ass, pushing her up against his growing erection. “You are so fucking bratty today.”

“And you love it.” She moans, pressing her face into the side of his neck as her hands reached down to undo his swim trunks. Her hand slipped into his trunks and gripped him at the base of his cock causing him to groan loudly. She lifted her hand out from his trunks, spit on it, and then went back in to stroke his cock with firm, jerking motions. Her hand danced up the side of it, her hand gently palming over the leaking head, and back down to the base. She kept that motion up for a while before Joey finally stopped her.

“Fuck, fuck, stop before I blow my fucking load in my trunks.” His hand gripped her rest firmly and pulled it up.

Arty kept eye contact with him as she licked her palm suggestively. “Hmmm…”

“Fuck..” He whispered as he quickly lifted himself up a bit to shimmy his trunks down his thighs. Arty lifted up too and leaned over to grab the huge beach towel laying on the opposite seat. She draped it over them just as Joey lined himself up at her entrance.

He tapped her hip to tell her to go ahead and lower herself. She did, easing down on him with a loud moan as she tossed her head back. “Fuck.. why are you so fucking big?”

Joey chuckled with a cocky look in his eyes. “Born that way, baby.” He felt her squeeze his cock and hissed loudly. “Why are you so tight?”

“Born that way.” She teased back as she leaned into him, her chest pressed against his chest as she reached up to pull his cap off, tossing them next to him along with his sunglasses. Her one hand wrapped around his neck as the other reached up to run through his hair. 

She was panting as she picked up the pace. “F-fuck.. Joey.”

He grunted in return as his hand reached down and slapped her ass, ushering her to go faster. His other hand was gripping her hip tightly to help keep her pace going smoothly.

He could see her start to become undone after a while and then started to thrust upwards himself to help her get there, meeting her thrusts as both his hands were now holding her waist and bouncing her up and down on his cock. 

He could see tears welling in her eyes as she was becoming overwhelmed with the sensation of her orgasm building. “You gonna cum?”

She nodded her head and made a sobbing noise in return, her voice trapped by the sensations taking over her. 

“Where do you want it?” Joey asked, referring to his own release.

“I-inside me.” She said.

“Inside you?” He checked before holding her suddenly still and grinding up into her.

“Fuck! Fuck! Yes!” She nodded at the last part. “God Joey!”

His fingers reached down and then pressed into her clit, massaging it just how she liked it. He pinched it between to of his fingers and rolled his thumb as his cock pushed back into her deeply one last time. 

Arty dropped her head into his neck, her body almost convulsing from the sensations as her orgasm ripped through her. Her vision was white and her hearing went mute for a second before all her sensations came rushing back.

The squeezing of his cock sent Joey into his own orgasm, him holding her firmly against him as his cock pumped his release into her.

They sat there panting loudly, neither talking and just focusing on catching their breaths.

Within moments of that, Joey could hear another boat approaching their’s and cried out, “Fuck!” He quickly grabbed the discarded towel and draped it over Arty’s form, as she laid against his in exhaustion from her orgasm.

The boat slowed for a moment and an older gentleman’s voice called out, “Είναι όλα καλά? (Is everything ok?)”

Joey nudged Arty when she didn’t respond. “Hmm?”

“The dude is speaking Greek or something! Can you answer him?” He asked anxiously, not wanting to get up and move her since they were both indecent. The man walked along his boat and came into view of the two from across the boats. 

Arty lifted her head and turned towards the man with scrutinizing eyes. “Συγνώμη? (Pardon?)”

The man repeated his question with concerned eyes. 

Arty made an “Ah” noise and said, “Ναί. Παίρνω έναν υπνάκο με το αγόρι μου. Είμαστε εντάξει. Ευχαριστώ κύριε. (Yes. I am taking a nap with my boyfriend. We are ok. Thank you, mister.)”

The old man chuckled and responded, “Θυμάμαι όταν με τη γυναίκα μου κάναμε «υπνάκους» στις βάρκες μας. Να προσέχετε, κυρία. (I remember when my wife and I also took "naps" on our boats. Take care, ma'am.)”

Arty laughed loudly at that and waved at him as he returned to his boat’s helm and started it, waving at the lovers as he passed by.

“What the fuck did he say?” Joey asked in confusion but also relieved they didn’t get caught by authorities or pirates or some shit.

“Just checking if we were ok.” Arty shrugged and then slipped off him with a wince. “Can we go back now? I need a shower.” She wrapped the towel around her as Joey got up, tucking himself back in his trunks and lifting his hat up to put back on. 

“Yeah. That’s a good idea. I need a shower and maybe a nap. You look like you need one too.” He pointed out.

“Jeez… I wonder why.” She said sarcastically.

Joey picked up her discarded two piece and tossed it at her, laughing when it smacked her in the head. “Get dressed.”

“You are so lucky I’m sore as fuck and have jello legs or I’d be over there whooping you.” She threatened as he started the boat.

“Whatever. I love you.” Was all he said in return as he drove the boat back towards shore. Arty was behind him grumbling as she worked on the ties of her suit. She was either really loving post-sex or extra catty. Either way, Joey loved it and couldn’t ask for anything more - well, except for her to be his wife…

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Later that evening they were finishing a meal at her grandparents’ house, her cousins visiting to meet her boyfriend and see her. 

Arty groaned with happiness at the taste of her grandma’s moussaka and freshly made pitas. Joey next to her was trying to eat politely, but she knew he wanted to tear that shit up too like she was. He was more reserved and nervous about eating in front of her family. This was only their second night in Greece and they barely had much time their first night to do more than brief introductions.

Arty’s grandma was very loving to Joey. She reminded him a bit of his own grandma Kumerow as she hugged him and patted his cheek with affection. She spoke in a thick accent and her broken English was endearing as she spoke with him. She called him “Iosíf”, which caught him off guard. 

Arty told him, “It means Joseph in Greek. She’s a stubborn one, so the name is likely going to stick, babe.”

Joey didn’t object to it.

“Iosíf…” Mrs. Papadimitriou started, “the food..” she gestures to his plate and he looks down at it before looking back up at her in confusion. She paused, as if choosing her words carefully. “The food.. Is good, no?” 

“Umm. Yes. It is very good ma’am.” He said nervously.

“Good.” She smiled proudly. “I spend a lot of time today to cook. I love to cook and I love my family.” She reached over and placed her hand lovingly on her husband’s forearm.

Joey smiled at that. “Thank you, Mrs.. Papadimitriou?” He finished uncertainty, cringing at the thought of butchering her last name. 

Mr. Papadimitriou smiled at that and said to Arty in Greek. “Έχει καλή προφορά για έναν μη Έλληνα. Είναι επίσης δυνατός με καλούς τρόπους. Είμαι έκπληκτος που βρήκες κάποιον που μπορεί να ανεχτεί την τρέλα σου, άντε. (He has good pronunciation for a non-Greek. He's strong looking too with good manners. I am surprised you found someone who can put up with your craziness, bear.)”

“Bah!” Arty said back to her grandfather with mock-outrage. “Πολύ αστείο παππού. Τι σε κάνει να πιστεύεις ότι δεν είναι ο τρελός; (Very funny, grandpa. What makes you think he's not the crazy one?)”

Her grandfather grinned back at her. “Γιατί σε ξέρω. (Because I know you.)”

Joey looked confused between the two, hoping it wasn’t anything bad when her cousin Stefanos leaned in to say, “Don’t worry. He is teasing her about finally settling down.” His accent was not as thick as his grandparents’ or some of his other cousins. Arty had told Joey that Stefanos had spent 5 years living with him and studying in America as a teenager. Now, a young man in his early 20s, he was fluent in English, Greek, and Turkish, and worked for the Greek embassy in DC as a translation assistant.

Joey nodded at the younger man. Stefanos, since meeting him a few hours ago, was very friendly. He was glad to have someone else with him who spoke fluent English as he was nervous about Arty walking off somewhere and leaving him to flail with the language barrier. 

Stefanos had asked him about his college playing experience and his time so far in the NFL. He found that Arty’s cousin was also an avid boatmen and enjoyed the outdoors as well. He was shocked to find out that Stefanos also graduated with a 4.00 from Georgetown and even did an internship with the UN as a language translator during a summer in Cyprus. 

The more Joey got to know Arty’s family, the more he could piece together bits of her. He could see the love she showed others in her grandma’s actions. He could see her grandfather’s humor as he teased her and others at the table. He could see the desire to learn more in the eyes of Stefanos, the kid brother Arty always wanted and doted over.

In Greece, Arty was even more relaxed, her face glowing in the dimmed lights of her grandparents’ dining room as she joked with family, her hand resting comfortably on his thigh, every so often squeezing it reassuringly as her eyes would seek his house, the unspoken question, “Are you ok?” Always there.

Artemis Renee Thermopoli was the love of his life. He knew that for certain as he watched her help her grandma and aunt take dishes to the kitchen and return with trays of briki sets on it (coffee set). As she was explaining to him the difference between Greek coffee and the preparation in America, Joey’s eyes didn’t leave her face once.

Mr. Papadimitriou nudged his wife who was also watching the unaware pair. As Arty served Joey and was asking if he’d like any milk in his, Mr. Papadimitriou said, “Αυτό είναι το βλέμμα ενός ερωτευμένου άντρα. (That is the look of a man in love.)”

“Ναί (Yes).” His wife agreed happily, sipping her own coffee. 

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Joey was sitting restlessly on the bench overlooking the beach on the Papadimitriou compound. He had retrieved the box from his suitcase while Arty was helping her grandma, cousin, and aunt clean up. 

He insisted on helping her, but she shooed him out, saying “my grandma will kill me if I have a non-family guest clean up. That’s not how we do things in the Papadimitriou clan.”

As he was waiting for Arty to join him, he thought over what he wanted to say. This was supposed to happen in three days while they were sight-seeing at the Parthenon. That was the plan.

Yet, Joey didn’t think he could wait that long. Not with how happy he was currently. He ran his hand over his head, sighing loudly in frustration before staring out at the ocean.

He heard steps coming down the path and turned to see Arty approaching him. She was still wearing the white cotton sundress she put on earlier. 

Joey smiled at her as she took a seat next to him. “Sorry. Once we get to talking in there, it never ends!” She sighed and leaned against him. “Did you like the food?”

Joey hmmed. “Absolutely. I’ve never eaten that much food and not felt bloated afterwards. Mediterranean cuisine is something else.”

“It is.” Said Arty, “my grandma was also a restaurant chef for years, so you’re getting extra high quality food. She’s an amazing person.”

Joey agreed. “Your family… Arty.. they’re amazing. I see so much of you in them.” 

Arty smiled softly at him. “You do? Like what?”

“Well.. I can see the love you show through care of others in your grandma. I can see your humor from your grandpa. And I can see the brashness and confidence in you that your aunt showed today.” 

Her aunt had hit on him immediately. He was surprised and Arty laughed it off, shooing her aunt off to her waiting husband.

“And I think.. I think that’s the kind of family I want to build.” He started to say, lowering himself down to kneel in front of Arty. “With you.”

She stared at him in shock. “Joey.. are you-?”

“Artemis Renee Thermopoli..” He interrupted with a smile as he pulled a box from his pocket of his shorts. “Would you do me the honors of putting up with me for the rest of your life, and be my wife?” His hands shook as he opened the box.

Inside was the biggest engagement ring - or any ring in fact - that Arty had ever seen. The ring was at least a 10 carat sapphire diamond with white diamonds surrounding it in a halo. 

Arty sat there in shock.. “Oh my god.. Joey.. I -what - wait!” She shook her head and said, “Yes, fuck - yes!” And launched into him, her lips clumsily meeting his as he almost fell backwards. He held her tightly to him as they made out passionately.

Finally, he pulled back and lifted her hand up with the hand not holding the box. He reached for the ring and slipped it on her finger (silently thanking himself that he snuck one of her regularly worn rings to get the size at a jeweler for this thing.

“Joey..” She said weepingly. “I fucking love you so much. Oh my god.” She cried into his shoulder as he held her tight with a smile on his face. “You’re making me cry too - but these are fucking happy tears.” She lifted the ring and stared at it again. The setting sun was reflecting off the diamonds and at that moment, she had never seen such a beautiful ring. 

They didn’t realize that behind them stood her grandparents, holding hands as they watched with tears at their eldest granddaughter being engaged. When Joey asked Stefanos for help in asking her grandfather for his blessing, he was eager to do so. Mr. Papadimitriou had said jokingly to Joey, “My boy… she is crazy and so must you be. Welcome to our family.” The man offered him a hug and then offered him some wine in celebration.

“Η Πένυ θα τρελαθεί όταν θα μάθει ότι έδωσες στην κόρη της άδεια να παντρευτεί.(Penny is going to go crazy when she finds out you gave her daughter permission to marry.)” Mrs. Papadimitriou sighed to her husband.

He made scoffing sound in return and said, “ίσως θα έπρεπε να επισκέπτεται τους γονείς της μια στο τόσο. Μετά μπορεί να μου κάνει διάλεξη. (Maybe she should visit her parents once in a while. Then she can lecture me.)”

Mrs. Papadimitriou rolled her eyes. “είσαι πεισματάρα σαν την εγγονή σου. (You are stubborn like your granddaughter.)”

#joey bosa fanfiction #joey bosa imagines #joey bosa imagine #sliding in the dms

[peakdeer]

Witchcraft request- Scott sarcastically teasing Joey who takes everything seriously and thinks Scott is complimenting him

Scott had been on yet another trip to Bertha, as many berries as he could carry at one time. He’d like to begin working towards the runes, but perhaps a staff would be better…

Not that he had enough gems for either. He was close to a staff, but not quite there yet. He’d spent most of his berries so far expanding the farm, and it was so annoying to pick the berries by hand. He might set up an automatic farm if he could find a fox…

Back to the task at hand. He handed over the berries to Bertha, pocketing the gems when he received them. He’d head back soon; he could try to clear up his area and perhaps go mining. As spiffy as his hat was, the robe was ugly, and it didn’t protect him as much as he’d like.

“Hey!”

He had just turned to the waystone when he heard an unfamiliar voice call out to him. He briefly considered teleporting home without turning around, but he’d already been spotted. If nothing else, he could at least learn more about this witch, maybe—the weakness and strengths; just enough to help him take the witch down.

Which meant social interaction. Ugh.

“Yes?” Scott asked politely, turning towards the witch. He had a nice cloak, evidentially not wearing the one provided for them; it had a white fur trim and was half blue and half red. The pattern continued to his corset, the white collar neatly matching with the cut of ocher below his collarbone. The ocher was accented by gold-lined strips of red and blue on either side of the corset.

So, in other words, he looked over-the-top, gaudy, and rich.

“Hello, mister witch! You’re so… dark and mysterious. I like your outfit; the ominous shadow vibes really suit you. You could stand to get a bit more sun though, you look a bit pale. Or can you go in the sun? Do you burn?”

“No, but I presume you burn, from your choice of outfit. Not just that it looks very flammable, or that it’s an eyesore, but I’m guessing it means you’re the Fire Witch?”

“Joey the Fire Frost Witch, actually. I have Frost magic as well.” Joey declared proudly, puffing up his chest. Scott wasn’t sure what there was to be proud of—it just meant he’d be good at two magics than great at one.

Scott wasn’t jealous. No, not at all.

“Sure, snowflake. I’ll believe it when I see it.” Scott scoffed, rolling his eyes. He reached up to adjust his hat slightly, pulling the brim down until it blocked the annoying sunray that was blinding his vision.

“I—I can prove it! When I get my next spell, that is.” Joey protested, losing his composure in the span of a second.

“Sure you will, sweetie. I bet you’ll have another reason to brag in no time.” Scott mocked Joey, offering an insincere pat on the shoulder.

“Really? You think so?” Joey looked up at Scott with shining eyes, his face a bit too close for Scott’s personal boundaries. Scott took a step back before answering, wiping his hand off on his robe as if the Fire Witch had germs. If he did, though, they might be sterilized by the amount of warmth radiating off of Joey, and he was probably somewhat resistant to minor diseases such as colds—no, no, he couldn’t be thinking about curious magic side affects right now. He needed to focus all his energy on not turning around and leaving.

“Of course,” Scott laid the sarcasm on extra thick, even adding a roll of the eyes. Yeah right. As if this upstart witch would ever be a challenge for the title of the supreme witch.

Joey brightened at that. “Thanks, uh… what’s your name? It’s really nice to hear someone believes in me.” Joey appeared genuinely delighted at this, as if he actually believed Scott had been expressing faith in him.

“Sure. Yeah. That’s what I said.” Scott’s voice was blank for a second—he wasn’t sure how Joey had gotten that from his overly sarcastic reply, but he supposed the witch was too dumb to pick up on sarcasm. “My name’s Scott,” He added after a beat of silence.

“Oh, wow, really? Scott? It’s a nice name, don’t get me wrong, it just doesn’t fit the vibe. Then again, no one’s really does,” Joey rambled, making Scott wish he could tune the man out. “My name’s Joey, by the way,” the witch added, as if he hadn’t already said that.

“Thank you, Joey,” Scott spit out through gritted teeth. He didn’t want to seem impolite—it wasn’t good to make enemies—but the cockiness of this man was driving him mad.

“I’m really glad the people here are so friendly,” Joey began, waving his arms about, “The people back home—” He paused for a minute, eyes beginning to water. The sight alarmed Scott—he hadn’t been aware this stuck-up witch could cry, and he was worried he’d be expected to comfort Joey, something he both had no idea how to do and had no will to do. “They banished me. Exiled me. Just because I didn’t have frost powers! After—I spent my whole life there, Scott.”

“Ah. Well.” Scott could think of no more words to say, embarrassed to have caught the witch at an evident low point. The seconds stretched on, feeling like minutes. The awkward silence cast a sort of spell on the area, no sounds but the soft rustling of fabric and Joey’s muted sniffles.

The spell was immediately broken by Joey opening his mouth, though. Honestly, Scott liked him better when it was closed. Maybe he could find a way to curse it that way.

“Oh! I must be going; it’s late and I should get my beauty sleep in order to make more progress on becoming the best witch here! I’ll be seeing you around, Scott,” Joey burst out in alarm, dashing to the waystone to teleport home. Scott had to step aside to avoid getting his cloak stepped on as he rushed past. Joey mumbled something under his breath as he activated the waystone, offering a quick wave as he vanished.

Well. That was… enlightening. And annoying. And honestly really sad.

None of which particularly mattered. He just had to beat him. That was all.

#wcsmp #joey graceffa #scott smajor #apologies i have had this half done for. days #i predicted scott's fox farm if you'd like to know how long ago i started this #dialogue is hard okay

[colleenmurphy]

"I dunno about you Helene but when I opted for the all inclusive package I didn't know that meant our husbands were piloting our private plane. Is he still dancing with the captain's hat on?"

Colleen cast a side long look her husband's way and then shook her head laughing before letting out a startled squawk as a tiny denim speedo hit her square between the eyes and landed in her lap. Her cheek flamed a shade of red usually reserved for fire trucks or city hydrants.

"I hope you have a room 'cause you're not rooming with me!"

"Already booked the presidential! I'll leave a key at the desk for you my lovely lady."

A fumbling stumble and then a hushed hurried discussion.

"It's not funny gimme my pants, Joey. Did they pay you to do this?"

A tanned weathered face popped up from behind the cockpit curtain an embarrassed smile spreading as a pitchy voice requested his speedo as well as the remains of his dignity back.

"I seem to be having some technical difficulties in the clothing department so I'm going to have to ask for you to return the Captain's drawers back...please."

From somewhere in the cockpit next to a snickering copilot Joey Larsson saw a sight he never thought he'd have to. His wife's best friend's husband, virtually his brother in law for God's sake was try color. A deep tan from the outdoor work he did, white from the covered bits, and whatever wasn't tan or white was a deep scarlet shade of red.

"Hey Bruce...anyone ever tell you about a full body blush?"

#drabbles #Trade Winds verse #Mary Colleen Murphy x Bruce Miller #the girls trip is off with a bang and a whimper

[jungle-angel]

Out in the Middle: Part 15

Summary: While the guys are off on the hunt, you and the girls decide to have a little fun of your own

You stamped off your boots as you came back into the house, hanging up your jacket on the coat hook along with your hat and mittens. It was a hell of alot colder out now, the snow falling harder but the heat of the house and the smell of cinnamon, cloves and apples bombarding your senses and warming you from your head to your toes.

“Ya’ll gotta be freezing!” Beth exclaimed as she pulled something from a small fridge under the counter.

“Yeah and the hands are still out in it,” you said, removing your scarf and hanging it up. “I’m hoping they come in soon.”

“I told’em no later than noon,” Beth said. “It’s gonna get colder through the winter and nobody’s freezin to death on our watch.”

“Whatcha got?”

“Little something for later when the kids are asleep and the men are downstairs in the basement watching the football game later.”

Beth pulled a clear bottle from the wine fridge under the counter and stuck it right next to the toaster. Your jaw almost dropped when you saw it, relieved that it was finally that time of the week. “Beth Wheeler, you are a lifesaver!!!” you exclaimed. 

“I wasn’t about to let any of us go the whole week without it,” Beth told you. “i love the babies to death but I’d love nothing more than to just let Joey run around outside with a stick.” 

You laughed a little as Beth stuck it back in the fridge for later, the two of you getting the kitchen set up to make dinner. Surprisingly enough, the kids were as quiet as could be, playing downstairs in the basement or watching some of the old VHS tapes that John had collected throughout the years. Monica came through the door a few minutes later, practically speaking in tongues as she shivered. 

“Them idjits better get their butts home before the deep freeze hits,” she shuddered, stripping off her coat and scarf. 

“Are the hands all in?” Beth asked. 

“They went in an hour ago,” Monica answered. “Last I heard from Kayce, they were just over the hill and coming back.” 

You looked up at the wall clock just above the stove and saw that it would be at least another ten to fifteen minutes before they were home. God please let them get home before the snow gets worse......you prayed. 

Monica pulled up her Spotify playlist before she set to helping you and Beth before Nora made her way up from the basement. “Oh ladies,” she chirped. “Guess what? I come bearing a gift.” 

You and Beth snorted a little while Monica playfully rolled her eyes. “Whatcha got?” Monica asked. 

“Remember the week before Halloween when you and I went over the hill to go and get a few things for your dad?” 

“Yeah why?” 

“Well,” Nora said. “I’ve had this sitting in a wooden fruit crate ever since harvest and every year at Thanksgiving, my gram and my aunts would put it out as a centerpiece or serve it at the table.” 

What Nora pulled from the box was nothing short of awesome, several ears of corn in bright shades of red, orange, yellow and black. “Oh my God, where did you.....?” 

“Rose Black Moon gave us some out of her field when we helped her and her grandsons fix the tractor,” Nora explained. 

“Was it really bad?” Beth asked. 

“Hadn’t been working since the summer,” Nora answered. “Parts were hard to get and we had to barter for the ones we couldn’t get at Tractor Supply. But it got fixed and they got the harvest in on time so I’d say it was a success.” 

You and the girls chattered away about everything under the sun when you saw Cody, the youngest of Beth and Rip’s kids padding his way to the sliding glass door, his thumb in his mouth and his Denver Broncos blanket clutched in one arm. Beth had always joked that Cody should have been named “Linus” from the way he always had his thumb in his mouth and his blanket in his hand. 

All of a sudden, Cody’s little head perked up and so didn’t the family mutt’s. “Momma!!! Momma!! Turkeys!!!” 

“You see the turkeys Cody?” Beth asked. 

“No Momma! Turkey!!” 

Cody pulled at the sleeve of his mother’s hoodie before Beth followed him to the sliding glass door and sure enough, there were the men, traipsing through the snow, pulling the freshly hunted turkeys on a small sled behind them. 

“Thank God they made it,” Beth said. “I’m gonna go and let’em in.”

You followed Beth down to the basement, through the bar room and past the room where the kids were playing and into the store room to let the boys in. One by one, they filed into the mudroom, kicking off their boots and stamping off the snow on the shitty rugs before hanging their wet clothes up. 

“Good hunt baby?” you asked as you helped Rhett off with his wet jacket. 

“Caught three birds,” Rhett said in between his chattering teeth. “Twenty pounds each.” 

“Holy shit!” 

You placed your warm hands on Rhett’s freezing, reddened cheeks, the cold running from him to you as he pulled you close to him. “I’m gonna rest for a while,” Rhett said sleepily. “We’ll get the birds all de-feathered later.”

“Wanna watch something while the girls and I cook?” you asked, kissing his cheek. 

“Might watch ‘The Men Who Built America’ with John or something,” Rhett answered, rubbing his tired eyes. “Mom said she went to the store to get a few things and then she’s comin back.” 

“Go get yourself upstairs and we’ll make you guys hot drinks if you want’em,” you told him. “We’ve got all day today and then tomorrow is the big day.” 

You and Rhett walked hand in hand up to the living room, excited for the day ahead tomorrow and relieved that you could catch a break in between until then.

#outer range #yellowstone #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #john dutton #rip wheeler #beth dutton #rip x beth #kayce dutton #monica dutton #kayce x monica

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Blitzwing, Three Gems & Crossover Madness Of Fun (2023)

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[Note: it’s best to click on the drawing to make it bigger, so it can be viewed a bit more better..]

Credit for Cuphead goes to Studio-MDHR

Credit for Bendy Series goes to Joey Drew Studios Inc.

Credit for Yandere Simulator goes to YandereDev

Credit for Undertale &  Deltarune goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne "Vivziepop" Medrano  

Credit for Tenchi Muyo Series goes to Masaki Kajishima

Credit for Mass Effect Series goes to BioWare

Credit for Fallout Series goes to Bethesda Softworks

Credit for Ben 10: Omniverse goes to Man Of Action

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for Vandread goes to Takeshi Mori & Gonzo

Credit for Dragon Quest V goes to Square Enix

Credit for Lego Ninjago goes to The Lego Group

Credit for Ninjago TV Series goes to Michael Hegner

Credit for The Owl House goes to Dana Terrace

Credit for FNAF Series goes to Scott Cawthon

Credit for FNAF Security Breach goes to Steel Wool Studios

Credit for Steven Universe Series goes to Rebecca Sugar

Credit for Gravity Falls goes to Alex Hirsch

Credit for Star Vs The Forces Of Evil goes to Daron Nefcy

Credit for Invader Zim goes to Jhonen Vasquez

Credit for The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy goes to Maxwell Atoms

Credit for Codename: Kids Next Door goes to Tom Warburton

Credit for Villainous goes to Alan Ituriel

Credit for Wander Over Yonder goes to Craig McCracken

Credit for Teen Titans Go! goes to DC & Cartoon Network

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at first this was going to be a crossover with Blitzwing, Spinel, Pink-Pearl and Padaparacha...

but then I decided to add more to it, and added some other cartoon and video game characters into it.

also when playing Fallout 4, I really like to use the baseball bat to fight with, so that is why Nora from the Fallout 4 game, is holding a bat and seems to be keeping a eye out for danger...and yeah even if it isn’t canon, in this drawing, Husk has a little crush on Nora...

also Husk has a Cabbit on his head, well the hat he is wearing, and the Cabbit is Ryo-Ohki...

the little robot that is floating above Sundrop & Moondrop’s heads, is Pyoro from Vandread.

in The Cuphead Show, Cuphead & Mugman are twin brothers...

so if those two twins in the show, would that mean they are twin brothers in the canon of the game world of Cuphead...?

Raven from Teen Titans Go, is holding a sign with her magic...

that shows that Teen Titans Go should stop at Season 8...

I hope I can watch Villainous in it’s place someday, I mean even if it is just wishful thinking and hope it does happen one day...

Sallie May x Collin is in this Crossover drawing as well, if they ever got married in a Fanon Timeline, that would make Moxxie and Collin....brother-in-laws.

Lancer is wearing a crown and is holding on to Husk’s wing, it be cute if he ended up calling Husk “Cat-Dad”, like him adopting Husk as his third father figure.

of course when I was first working on this drawing, I had to at some point go to sleep, but then once I did wake back up I went back to working on this drawing.

the geth in this drawing is Legion, and Tali is a much better character once she accepts the geth, and maybe when she finally realizes that the quarians aren’t victims, since they started the mess first, and they were the ones who just assume that the geth would attack first, even if some quarians did try to help the geth and got k*lled for it....

but some of the quarians who fully blame the geth for being driven from their home world, are just being a bunch of shisno.

I wonder what a crossover ship between Caboose from Red Vs Blue and Legion from Mass Effect would be like...?

maybe it be more platonic, and Caboose would view Legion as his best friend, and if Tali ever talked bad about Legion, it could have Caboose tell her off by saying “now Miss Tali, I will have to ask you to stop being a Mean Lady to my best friend Legion....you are being very hurtful, nobody likes a shisno.”

I know there are some fans who 100% love Tali, I just don’t agree with her view on how the geth are the ones who are the “bad guys” when it was some of the quarians who started it in the first place.

I still think the Ralsei that appears in Chapter 2, and might of switched places with the real one when King was about to hurt Kris but was stop by Susie.

both Ralsei are different heights, the original has smaller horns and smaller feet than the one that is in the party in Chapter 2.

it’s my theory and fan headcanon that the Ralsei that went with Kris to the Card Kingdom, is not only trapped in the Card Kingdom but was replaced by the Other-Ralsei, who locked both the Door that takes Kris and their party out of Castle Town to Card Kingdom, and even locked it’s light world counterpart that is in the unused classroom, making sure Susie and Kris wont end up back in the Card Kingdom and find out the Ralsei they befriended is still trapped there.

don’t know if that theory will turn out to be true and fully canon, but if it turns out it isn’t, it can always be used in the fanon.

oh and the Other-Ralsei is using the Green Soul to keep the True-Ralsei trap in a green energy box.

now I’m going to go eat some pizza and watch some Transformers Animated, before I go back to checking out some more fan art on here. 

#crossover fanart #blitzwing tfa #pink pearl su #spinel su #padparascha su #lloyd garmadon #pythor p chumsworth #blackhat villainous #cuphead #bendy the little devil darling #commander peepers #sallie may helluva boss #collin helluva boss #nora fallout 4 #husk hazbin hotel #legion mass effect #lancer deltarune #gregory fnaf #ayano aishi #zim invader zim #the grim adventures of billy and mandy fanart #Invader Zim Fanart #vandread fanart #ryo-ohki #tenchi muyo fanart #sundrop fnaf #moondrop fnaf #teen titans go #raven teen titans #dragon quest fanart

[fandomdumpsterfires]

Dancing under projector light.

(Another norman/henry writing as these two are now my otp)

Henry walked out of the elevator as it reached the music department floor, grumbling to himself. His shoulders tense and brow creased, a set of papers and an ink stained pen in one hand as he sulked through the halls.

It was another one of those days.

Once again, joey had gotten on the artist's nerves. He had gotten the idea for a new character. Nothing too important, just a little side character. And yet, joey was insistant on rejecting it. Proclaiming that nothing would ever top bendy even though henry made it VERY CLEAR that this character wasn't gonna replace the little devil darling by any means.

He huffed in annoyance, being drawn to the recording studio where sammy was directing a new song for the cartoons. But he didn't go into the band room, he went up into the projector booth. Normally, he only came here during lunch hours, finding it more enjoyable than the noisy breakroom, but it was the only place he could think of to wind down his frustration. He took a seat at the desk and just buried his head in his arms, sighing.

...

"Joey got yer tongue?"

A voice from being almost made henry jolt, until he immediately recognized it. Turning around, he was met with the studio's projectionist, norman polk. Norman had his arms crossed, leaning against the booth's doorframe, watching henry with a quirked brow.

Henry sighed "..yeah, he's been doing that a lot lately.." he said, fully turning to face norman, who approached "what did he do this time?" He inquired. He was always good at that, asking questions. Norman was a very curious guy, wanting to know everything about what the mysterious joey drew was up to. Some people found his curiosity annoying and would go to say he's 'nosy', but henry didn't think that at all.

"Well," henry began, keeping his voice low as to not disrupt the band "i..went to show him a potential new character i've been working on, and he goes on a tangent about how nothing could top bendy! And that i should know better than to not try and replace him!" He stood up, getting fired up again "which wasn't what i was trying to do at all! I even made that obvious and yet he STILL brushed me off, ugh.." he turned towards the desk, slamming his hands down on it with what little force he could, making a small thump.

Norman's brow furrowed as he listened to henry's vent. He's been hearing more and more of these stories, lately. Joey just kept getting worse and worse as time went on..whatever he was up to, whatever was making him like this, he'd uncover it soon enough "joey deffinately ain't right in the head anymore if he's rejectin' your ideas now." The projectionist said, how could anyone do that? Henry's artwork was some of the best he'd ever seen, you'd have to be crazy to say no to it.

Norman noticed henry's stack of paper, being drawn to one paper in particular which had something on it as it stuck out. From what norman could see, it looked like a shoe, a shiny cartoon shoe like the ones bendy wore "wha's that?" He asked, pointing to it.

"Oh.." henry looked to the papers, slowly pulling out the one norman was curious about "this is the aforementioned 'replacement' for bendy." He went over to the taller man, showing him the drawing.

The character was about bendy's height, wearing a striped maroon vest with white gloves and shiny black shoes, suit adorned with a large crimson bowtie. The one thing that really caught norman's attention was the character's head. It was a projector, almost looking a bit too big for its body, a boater hat hanging off of one of its reel holders with a red ribbon tied around it. The projector's lense was mostly colored black, with an up curved line of white in the center, making it look like an eye closed in happiness, a grin of joy just below it. In the top right corner was 'vector the jector' written in clean handwriting, henry's signature written in the bottom left.

"Henry this lil' guy is amazing! Joey doesn't know what he's talkin' about." Norman said, earning a slightly flustered glance from the artist "uh, thanks." He replied, a tinge of red crossing his cheeks and ears "i..kind of based him off of you-"

This earned a suprised look and blink from the projectionist. Norman could feel his face heating up, yet mustered a smile "i'm..flattered to know that you'd think i'd make a cool toon, heh." He replied, handing henry back the picture.

Holding the picture in his hands again, he just stood there and looked at it, rubbing the spot that had his signature on it with his thumb. There was a sudden warmth on his shoulder, norman's hand giving the artist a feeling of reassurance "hey. Don't let joey get ya so down. Maybe tryin' again will convince 'em?" He suggested.

Henry smiled, but it was more of a sad one than a happier one "thanks, norman, but i think joey's made himself clear.." he was about to put the drawing back in the pile, only to pause and instead put it on the desk "..you can have him, though." Norman's brows raised in suprised "wait..really?" He said, not expecting that "well, you seem to really like him, so.." henry shrugged.

"Thanks, henry. 'Bout time i had a little company up here." Norman said. Henry gave him a look "hey, what about all those times i've come to visit you during break when wally isn't dragging you off to play poker?" He grinned, quirking an eyebrow "well, outside of those visits, of course." Norman chuckled, the two men staring at eachother as the music came to a slow.

When the music started up again, it was a gentle violin, followed by soft blips of a piano and the other instruments eventually came in to. Henry noticed the change in music, an idea jumping into his head as he offered out a hand "care to dance?"

Norman grew flustered. Dance? "I've..never really danced like this before.." he said, slowly taking henry's hand as the two got into position, henry putting his other arm around norman's waist while norman put his on henry's shoulder "i can teach you." Henry offered "that would..be kinda nice." Norman smiled, red dusting over his cheeks.

Henry showed norman how to slow dance, teaching him step by step. Norman was a little wary, henry was a fair bit shorter than himself and didn't wanna mess anything up, yet henry managed to make it work. And soon enough, the two were dancing at the same pace, the music continuing, eventually coming to a slow and a stop, the last rings of violin strings filling the room, sammy instructing everyone to pack it up for lunch.

As the music came to an end, henry found himself blissfully sighing in peace. He had completely forgotted what he had been angry about prior. Sure, it may come back later, but as he layed his head against norman's chest, he knew his time with the projectionist would outweigh any negatives.

#these gays are rotting my brain. if that wasn't obvious #NNDDJJSJSJSJ #i was debating on if this should be a comic or fic but i went with fic since it's easier for me to do #batim #bendy and the ink machine #henry stein #norman polk #henry x norman #normry #heman #moving pictures

[writtenjewels]

Stripper part 2

[I hadn’t planned on continuing this but @lumina252 mentioned them all together as strippers with Rachel as the boss, and that sounded like a great idea]

Part One

Jason could still hear the audience cheering for him as he exited the dance floor. It was always a rush coming off of his performances. Backstage, he grabbed a water bottle and chugged between breaths. Waiters were wandering through the crowd offering food and beverages, and persuading some over-excited women to hand over the clothes Jason discarded during his show.

“You were on fire out there,” Nick remarked. Jason turned to his friend and held up a fist for the other to bump. “That bachelorette party loved you.”

“Don't worry, brother, I'm sure they'll like you, too,” Jason replied with a smile. His clothes were returned to him and he thanked the waiters, tucking the jacket and tear-away pants under his arm. “I'm gonna go cool off,” Jason told Nick. “Have fun out there.”

Jason headed into the dressing room where Joey was lounging, waiting for his turn on the floor. They acknowledged each other with waves. The room's fridge was stocked with drinks and snacks; Jason helped himself to a protein bar and some Gatorade.

“What's the crowd like tonight?” Joey wondered.

“Pretty good. There's a bachelorette party on stage right.”

“They always give good tips,” Joey remarked. Jason nodded distractedly, his mind on the handsome man who'd been with the party. He had hoped for the best when he flirted with the guy, and then the way the man looked at Jason during his dance... Jason shivered remembering the darkened eyes and the awed expression on the man's face.

After everyone had their turn on the dance floor, it was time to go out and mingle. Without meaning to, Jason wandered over to where the bachelorette party was still going on. He was pleased to see they hadn't left yet.

“Hey! Over here, lieutenant!” they shouted, waving at him excitedly. He obediently made his way to their table. The guy was still there with them and his face immediately flushed when he noticed Jason. “Will you give my friend a lap-dance?” one of the women asked, fishing out some cash.

“Sure thing, little lady.” They all giggled appreciatively. The customers usually did like his Southern politeness. “What's your name?” he asked the bride-to-be.

“Liz.... um, Elizabeth.” She looked embarrassed but pleased at the attention. She introduced her other friends at the table, ending with Salim. “He was so sweet to come along with us. I promised to get him tickets to a football game.”

“You must like football, Salim,” Jason noted with a smirk. Salim's face went a deeper shade of red. It was so damn cute. “Now ladies, remember the rules: keep your hands to yourself, all right? My boss is the Queen Bitch and she ain't afraid to kick your asses out if you break the rules.”

They agreed, too eager for his lap-dance. He threw one last look at Salim before settling on Liz's lap. And just like when he danced for them earlier, Jason put out all his best moves: arching back, running fingers up his body; rolling his hips; pushing back the army jacket to tease peeks of his bare chest. He was showing off for Salim but didn't dare look in the man's direction. This lap-dance was supposed to be for Liz, after all.

“You're really good at this,” one of her friends praised him, her voice a little breathless.

“Thank ya, ma'am.” He tugged on an imaginary hat. Another asked him if he was really a lieutenant. “Served two years in the marines,” Jason answered. He caught Salim shift out of the corner of his eye and dared a glance. Something about hearing he was actual military had interested Salim.

Jason finished his dance, thanking the ladies as they generously tipped him. Without thinking he turned to Salim. The man was giving him that same dark-eyed, awed expression. Jason suddenly wished they were alone. Maybe it was hopeful thinking that Salim was barely restraining himself from grabbing Jason and ravishing him. Holy fuck, I need to get laid.

“Have a good night,” he said out loud. “And enjoy that football game, Salim. You sure earned it puttin' up with this.” Salim said nothing but his eyes were slowly roaming Jason, lingering last of all on his face. Heart pounding, Jason slowly ran his tongue over his lips and threw a sultry look at the other. Salim shivered and parted his own lips.

Jason only broke away when he heard Nick calling his name. His body felt alive and excited. He walked away but paused to call back over his shoulder:

“Don't forget, we close at two A. M.!” He was too far away to see Salim's reaction, but Jason hoped the guy got the message.

#jason kolchek x salim othman #jason/salim #jason x salim #jason kolchek #salim othman #house of ashes #au #jalim

[powerfxls]

( avan jogia  +  twenty-seven  +  he + they  )  look who has entered camp halfblood college !  meet RHYSAND DALAL ,  the child of ARES.  they have been living in long island for nine years  and are currently working as mr d’s assistant.. when someone describes them, they are often described as LAID BACK and TEMPERAMENTAL. zeus believes they are responsible for stealing the lightning bolt but is that something they are capable of doing?

name: rhysand 'rhys' dalal

age: twenty-seven

height: 5'10

hair color: brown

eye color: brown

birthplace: detroit, michigan

occupation: assistant to mr. d

gender: non-binary

pronouns: he/they

starsign: sagittarius

sexuality: pansexual

Powers

super human strength, stamina, durability, speed, and agility (extremely intensified strength, stamina and duribility as a child of ares)

Telumkinesis: power and expertise with any and all weapons, he can also curse them, but they don’t usually do that because they do like a fair fight usually. But they will do it if they want to mess with someone

Odikinesis: control over anger and rage

Limited necromancy: their cruel side comes out over this, they can summon dead soldiers of losing sides. Sometimes he does this and forces them to do chores, a humiliation they find hilarious.

Family

father: ares. god of war and courage.

mother: aarya santiago nee dalal

step father: hector santiago

siblings: beatrice santiago (half sister), children of ares

Fun Facts

personality type: esfp - entertainer

character inspirations: sano mikey (tokyo revengers), joey tribiani (friends), star lord (marvel), percy jackson, robert baratheon (game of thrones), ruby (steven universe)

Biography

Aarya Santiago was married when she met Ares, she’d separated temporarily from her husband Hector and the god was charming enough that they spent 3 months together. She left him when her husband said he wanted her back, they made up and the deal with the god of war was supposed to be nothing more than a memory. Until she was pregnant and there was no way to deny that her baby was from that affair. 

Rhysand was born and given his mothers maiden name. His step father wasn’t overtly cruel but he made sure the boy knew he wasn’t his son. He would never be a Santiago. It wasn’t long before his mother and step-father had a child of their own, rhys loved them, they were happy to have a younger sister and their step-father never tried to keep them apart. 

The only time he was ever really kept away from anything was by his mother when they would start to get angry. As laid back as they were, rhys had a temper that would hit at the drop of a hat. One second they were fine and the next he was boiling with rage. That was when aarya would step in, the only person his anger ever spared. 

When they were 8 their mother signed them up for karate classes to try to channel that quick anger into something, boxing at 10 and then at 13 rhys moved to mixed martial arts. Laid back rhysand was one of the best fighters the teachers had seen, they said he was a prodigy and as little as that really meant to rhys, it was exciting for his step-father and their mother was more hesitant. 

Fighting was where they shined, they weren’t great at many other things, school they struggled in anything that wasn’t related to history or puzzles and there was no musical talent like his mother had. But fighting was where he was a master. No one could beat him.

There was a blow up when he was 16, when they were out with their sister some young guys came up, they asked her for her number despite her saying she wasn’t interested and only a child they kept asking. One of the three was with him, telling them to leave the girl alone. Rhys told them to back off but they laughed at him, they laughed and he saw red.  

When he finally realized what was happening his sister was screaming and the three guys were on the floor, even the one who’d done nothing, the one who tried to help them was down. 

Rhys had hurt them bad enough to put them in the hospital. They weren't sure why the cops never came for them. They waited for them to come and arrest him but they never did. It was their mother who had answers to everything. Rhys’ strength came from his father, from ares, the god of war himself. That was why he was so good at fighting, why their temper was what it was. 

He stopped fighting anyone, but he couldn’t stop training. They were too angry about everything, about having to stop, about his mom having an affair with the stupid god of war. All he had to do was wait until they were 18 and then they’d join other demigods. 

A day before their birthday they went to new york and waited. They needed to be away from normal people, he wanted to be away from them. If he blacked out and hurt someone who had helped them who knew what he could do if they were made angry. So the second Rhysand turned 18, he walked into camp saying that ares was his father. 

They were in front of Mr. D for a moment before a boar appeared over their head, both Chiron and Mr. D staring at it. Just as he said, they were an ares’ child. 

Now

Rhys’ ability to not care but also care intensely has put them close to dionysus. Rhys finds the god entertaining and much to chiron’s disapproval it was the god himself who requested rhys become his assistant. With the trust of the god on his side, he finds it astounding that they could be accused of taking the bolt. But when something could start a war he’s not dumb enough to question why ares kid’s are being looked at. 

Wanted Connections

His sister: SO the “half sister” Rhys has is actually a Demi-god as well. None of their family knew that rhys’s step-dad/her dad had an affair until they were 18 and showed up at camp.

sparing partners: Rhys is laid back and doesn’t care about much but they LOVE fighting and anyone who’s willing to spar with them they love that.

friends/enemies/romantic connections whatever! I do imagine some of the Dionysus kids might not like them because they are close to him.

#dhqzintro #introduction | rhysand

[cuuno-moved]

Katherine, no matter what Joey says, is a princess.

Not a normal princess, of course, because Shelby has seen many princesses, and none of them are so hands on and ready to get on her knees in the mud and dirt and work, but she is a princess nonetheless.

She is also a very pretty princess.

Let me set the stage: Katherine's hair is inky black, but the tips are bleached red and blond, either by the sun or by her own hands. She's large - both tall and wide, arms and legs pulsing with muscle when she flexes (which she is happy to do, when requested). She wears pink dresses with gold ornaments over top brown skirts and off-white tank tops. There is something (objectively) beautiful about seeing her pull off the silky pink and delicate robe and becoming a farmer, ready to get her hands dirty.

And, well. Dawn has a dock, okay? Those things are a little hard to come by. So it's not too strange that Shelby parks her boat just on the dock - the thing has to get some use, doesn't it?

Shelby skips up the steps, gun on one hip and sword on the other, both bouncing heavily against her thighs, and then freezes when she reaches the top.

Because, well... Katherine is standing by one of the carrot fields, her pink dress thrown over a fence, and Witch Joey is standing just in front of her. They're arguing.

Witch Joey, is a lot of things. He wears a hat that is far too big for his head, and a cape with fur around the hood, and boots with heels that look almost too high to walk in, which only barely stopped his cloak from brushing the ground, and a long sleeved crop top that did not need to be a crop top! Which is probably the smallest problem, but is also really easy to get on his case about.

The other thing that's easy to get on his case about is the fact that he thinks that Katherine is a witch. Because of honey. Honey! Honestly. Just because they're gathered in the same bottles-! One would think that Joey'd never seen a potion before!

But anyway. Katherine is standing in all her farmer princess glory, and Joey is annoying her, and Shelby does not like this.

She considers running, then figures this may come off as weird, and begins speedwalking over instead. She raises a hand above her head and calls out: "Hello Katherine!"

Katherine turns to her, and the relief on her face is visible even from the distance. Shelby's heart beats a little quicker.

Joey scowls.

Shelby stands in front of Katherine, who grabs onto her hands. "Shelby, oh thank goodness," Katherine gasps. "Can you escort him out?"

Joey makes a noise. "What? No, we were talking!"

Katherine frowns at him, her face more disappointed looking than angry. "We were talking. But I don't think I'm getting through to you, and-" She looks up at the sky. "I need to harvest today. So you will either help me, or you will leave."

Joey's eyes scan over the farmland, then over Katherine's face. They all know what he's going to choose, including him, but he growls about it anyway. "I... Won't be helping. I'm sorry, Katherine."

Katherine sighs. "It's alright. Goodbye, Joey."

Joey tips his hat in her direction, then summons his broom out of nowhere. Shelby's hand twitches towards her sword, and she knows Joey sees it, because he glares at her.

"Goodbye Katherine," he says. And then he kicks off into the sky.

The two watch him go. When he's only a dot in the distance, Katherine turns to Shelby. "Thank you," she says, and Shelby flushes, twirling a stray lock of hair.

"I didn't really do much," Shelby reminds. "But, um, happy to help!"

Katherine smiles, tilting her head. "Would you like to help a little more?" She gestures to the carrot field.

Shelby considers. Glances at Katherine for a second. "Yes. Yeah. I'll help!"

Katherine pulls Shelby's hat off and places it on the fence post by where she put her dress. "Anything you don't want to get dirty, put on the fence. I don't know how much you know about harvesting, but watch me, and ask for anything you're confused about."

And then Katherine kneels and begins pulling out carrots, and Shelby tugs off her coat and folds it over the fence and brushes nothing off the knees of her pants. She kneels down right next to Katherine and presses her shoulder into hers.

"Alright," Shelby says. "What do you want me to do?"

YESYYEYSYSYSYEYSYYSYEYSSHSYSHDHDHSD L OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

#empireswap au