#like this is not even a couple degrees this is STRAIGHT TO FREEZING

[aroaceleovaldez]

every once in awhile i go on a demigod powers deep dive, and then i remember Nico can canonically just. randomly lower temperature and i just throw everything back out the window.

#pjo #nico di angelo #riordanverse #Nico is why i say ''if you can BS an excuse it's a valid power'' #because his temperature thing is i think supposed to be a ghost-related thing but that is SO tangential #and even then barely makes sense #because it's not just ''oh he's cold'' or ''it's cold around nico'' #no it's NICO HIMSELF CAN WILLINGLY DROP TEMPERATURES. JUST WHENEVER WHEREVER #to the point of CREATING FROST #like this is not even a couple degrees this is STRAIGHT TO FREEZING #he also has dream powers??? like both controlling dreams and astral projection? #he just casually does that in HoO while already weak as hell? #Nico has the weirdest powerset ever. he's just vibing. he's op as fuck.

[thatrandomsarahchick]

DC x DP short

I'm picturing Danny moving to Gotham once he's an adult. He came out to his parents, and it went fine. More than fine. They listened to how he was struggling at school because he kept having to chase down the ghosts they let out by leaving the portal open. Jack was super proud of his son for being a ghost hunter even as a ghost, but Maddie understood his concern and set up some new protocols for the portal.

It now automatically closes after two minutes unless a specific command is put in by Danny to keep it open while he is in the Zone, and the shielding around it actually works to stop ghosts coming trig without hurting them now.

The shine of the mortal world has worn off for most of his regulars now, and those that come through have figured out compromises so they can still fulfil their obsessions without hurting others. The meta-protection act officially disbands the GIW, and Red Huntress is given a very thorough speaking to about personal bias and vendettas. She's not allowed back in the field until she comes to the realisation that ghosts are people too, and that she been the bad guy by hunting them the way she did. Phantom is officially recognised as a Hero, but he turns down working for any teams or joining the Big Leagues. He agrees to act as a back up though, in case of any world ending event.

By the time senior year rolls around, Danny has gotten his grades up enough that he can go to a pretty decent university if he wants to. He chooses Gotham University for his engineering degree because they're a feeder school for Wayne Enterprises, who in turn are a feeder company for working for the Justice League as a civilian engineer. Tucker also chooses GU for their tech program, while Sam elects not to go to university straight away.

Tucker and Danny move into an apartment right on the borders of Crime Alley and The Narrows. Tucker manages an impressive 4 months as a local hacker before Oracle notices him, but Danny only manages 3 weeks before he's spotted by a Bat.

He's lying down a foot above his building's roof, looking at the stars. It's a very rare cloudless night, and the power is out in his area. Poison Ivy had launched an attack earlier in the day that had taken cut the power lines, with her mutant plants feeding on the smog and pollution to get stronger.

Duke was up late, finishing the day shift by a quick loop of The Narrows, when he noticed a slightly glowing teenager(?) floating on one of the roofs. He takes note that the man isn't causing any harm and is just peacefully stargazing, before calling it in to Jason. He was technically supposed to be off the clock an hour ago, and besides, the building was on the Crime Alley side of this street. It's Jason's problem now.

Jason, on the other hand, is exhausted and just wants to have a quiet patrol before collapsing in bed. He hadn't been hit by Ivy's plants, but had taken a couple of tumbles while dodging them. He heads over to the address Duke gave him, to find the guy still floating there staring at the sky. He gets it, he does, he would float above the grime that coats Gotham rooftops if he could, but it's dangerous for a meta to be so unawares of his surroundings like this while obviously displaying his powers.

Danny, meanwhile, had clocked both of the vigilantes coming near him, but was really hoping that they would leave him alone. It had been a very long day for him. He'd finally managed to get to campus for his class, only to find that the place was covered in overgrown plants. He'd had to freeze a few to get into the building, and had then spent most of the afternoon in the library due to his class being cancelled. Unfortunately for him, his nearly finished assignment that he'd spent the day working on was eaten by one of the giant flowers on his way home. He'd been 'saved' by the stabby Robin, which had caused him to then also lose his laptop as they crashed to the rooftop a few streets over.

Thankfully, he had an amazing best friend in Tucker, who was doing his best to recover as much data as possible. On the downside, though, Tucker was mad at him for now having saved a backup of his files since they left Amity. He'd fled to the roof to escape his wrath, plans of bribes in the form of food running through his mind, when he'd caught sight of the Stars. Holy shit. It was so clear tonight!

He didn't even realise he'd begun to glow and float, too caught up in naming all of the stars and constellations he could see. His Obsession was feeling very satisfied tonight. Usually he had to invisibly fly above the cloud cover to see such a sight. Sure, the light pollution was still bad, but his mind was able to fill in the blanks across the sky.

The moment Jason landed on his roof, Danny heaved a great sigh. Damnit. The fun police were here. He wrenched his eyes from the sky, only to notice that - oh, shit - he was floating again. He fell to the roof with a light thump.

"Heeeyyy stranger, come here often?" Danny asked, as he rolled over to his side, propping his head up on his hand.

#now it's your turn #how does Jason respond to this? #danny just casually in a 'paint me like one of your french girls' pose without even realising #jason coming to the realisation that oh shit. he's hot. #danny and tucker move to gotham for university #in my mind Sam becomes a chef #so that she can promote healthy tasty eating that's meat free #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #dc x dp fanfic #someone please find this and add to it

[dianneking]

The Affair - Chapter 1 (Larissa/Reader)

Hiya! As part of my weekly writing challenge, I wrote this chapter over two writing sessions, and I chose not to wait for the fic to be finished before posting. It'll probably be a couple of chapters all together.

Pairing: Larissa Weems/You Rating: Mature

Tags: Morally Ambiguous Character, Swearing, Boss/Employee Relationship, Infidelity, Second-person POV, Teacher Reader.

Link to AO3 in the title

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The Affair - Chapter 1

Waiting in the snow for a married woman , you thought, moodily pulling your scarf up to cover your freezing nose as yet another car passed, how the fuck did my life come to this?

You had never been one for thrills in life. If anything, you had been pretty boring: you’d always liked English class at school, always got straight As, never stepped a foot out of line. You never felt the need to, nor the appeal of being rebellious. You’d gone on to get a bachelor’s degree and teacher’s certification, and then you’d gone on to teach English in a string of small town schools.

There was only one aspect out of the ordinary in your life up until now; you could never settle down in one place.. You felt a restlessness, a pull towards something you still hadn’t found, and after a couple of years in a place, it inevitably built up until it was too strong to resist. And so you packed your bags, applied for a job somewhere else, and started anew. 

You didn’t think Jericho would be much different. Small town, 5 thousand inhabitants, only spots of interest a tacky historical reconstruction site and a school full of outcasts. The same one you had applied to. Nothing much to offer. You’d give it a year or two at most. 

You didn’t really care about the fact that you were teaching outcasts. They might drink blood or howl at the moon or whatever in their spare time, but they were teenagers that had to learn to write a proper essay just like anyone else. You prided yourself in your work ethic and told that to the board when they interviewed you. Apparently they appreciated that. Or there was nobody else who had applied. There had been some accidents during the last school year, apparently. The board had repeated several times that it had been a one-off and it had been taken care of definitively.They had all seemed very defensive about the topic. 

Once again, you shrugged it off. You had no time to waste on rumors and things of the past. The school had its quirks, sure, but all schools had, each in their own way. You settled in your quarters on the school grounds, and started reviewing your lesson plans taking into account the notes left by the previous teacher. You settled in for your usual routine of lessons, tests, marking that you were familiar with by now. 

And then she barged into your life, throwing routine and predictability to the wind. 

Even with your aversion to gossip, you’d heard about her. Larissa Weems, the best principal Nevermore had ever had, mysteriously injured in the line of work, supposedly trying to protect the school, and hospitalized for months after that. When talking about her, voices dropped to a whisper out of respect - or fear, you hadn’t been able to ascertain that. 

The day she had come back, you’d have thought royalty was about to visit the school, with the amount of fretting, of preparations, of nervous energy filling the halls and rooms. You’d had to let your classes work on assignments because they had been unable to listen to one word of what you were explaining. You had rolled your eyes in the privacy of your room. Seriously, you’d seen plenty of disruptive principals in your years of teaching, but one who could be so distracting even before she had set foot back in school? That was a first. 

You felt obliged to show up as well to the welcoming committee. The whole staff was there, as well as the student body. Some had even prepared signs, and there was a white banner draped along the balcony on which was written, in red paint, a very wonky Welcome back Princ. Weems . 

It was cute that she was so beloved by her school, you thought, but you were also thinking of how to recover the day of missed lessons, and how to optimize the next days’ so as to go back on track. You tried not to be too miffed about it. 

All of the thoughts of lesson plans and all of the lingering irritation at them being disrupted fled your brain at the sight of the first foot stepping out of the car. Shiny, varnished black shoes, showing off a milky ankle, and a shapely calf that look longer than any you’d seen (not that you made a point of looking at women’s legs all the time, but sometimes your eyes did wander…)

The skin on show was sadly cut off below the knee by the modest hemline of a woolen dress and it was at that point that Nevermore’s principal exited the car in all of her towering beauty, and your mind went completely blank, cause in all of their gossip everyone in Nevermore had forgotten to mention a small, key detail about the principal.

She was stunning. 

The most beautiful woman you’d ever seen was standing before you, waving and smiling regally, as the whole school cheered. You almost didn’t notice all the jubilant ruckus, your eyes too busy raking all over her figure, as if trying to commit every single detail to memory. Her slender, elegant hands, wrapped in leather gloves. The perfectly-tailored coat, in the same fabric and color as the dress. The sparkle of her gold jewelry in the pale winter sun. The perfect proportion of her face, the way the bright red lipstick brought attention to her smile.

Her light eyes were roaming all over the crowd, as if taking stock of known faces and new entries. Finally her gaze fixed on you, and you could see a spark of amusement flicker on her face at seeing you.

You belatedly realized that you had been gaping at her like a fish out of water.

The day after you had still been beating yourself up about the humiliation at being caught slack-jawed staring at your boss when she visited you in your classroom after you were done with the day’s lessons.

She rapped against the doorframe, but strode in before you could say anything. You scrambled to your feet, awkwardly, while she covered the distance from the door to your desk in a couple of long steps. She was wearing another dress today, a tartan dress with a belt that cinched her waist, underlying the shape of her hips and chest while still being completely work-appropriate.  

“So you’re the new teacher they have hired to replace poor Collins.” It wasn’t a question, but you nodded anyway. “I’m Larissa Weems. Usually, I have the final word on new hires. The board does a wonderful job but sometimes they lack a certain sort of practicality in their assessment of candidates, as it happened with the last hire. I wasn’t convinced by her spiel, but the board insisted and…well. I should have trusted my gut instinct.” Her eyes grew distant for a second, before focusing back on you with a hard gaze. You could see the speckles of lighter and darker blue mixing in her irises, and the perfectly applied make-up that highlighted their natural beauty.  You tried to shake yourself out of her charm. She could be trying to fire you, and you were busy ogling her! That’s not the kind of person you were! You cleared your voice, trying to think up something to say to help your case.

“I…”

“I know you have been hired already, and I am sure you are a perfect fit for the role. I’d just like to have a little chat together, nothing too formal, just getting to know each other a little bit better.” She smiled as she said that, and while you were sure it was supposed to be a polite smile, you couldn’t help the shiver that went down your spine at that. 

She looks like a predator closing in on prey , your mind unhelpfully suggested. 

You swallowed, suddenly conscious of your sweaty palms and increasing heart rate. 

“O-of course, ma'am." was all you could meekily say. 

"Perfect." she purred. "Meet me at seven sharp at the Lilac Lounge. I'll have a private booth reserved."

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[sanspuppet]

Stranger!Yunho x afab!reader

Summary: weeks after breaking up with your ex, you finally try to enjoy yourself and spend the evening at a club. There, a tall, handsome man approaches you… thanks to him you have the best night you’ve ever had in your entire life.

W/T: alcohol, quick foreplay (in public), hotel sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, big dick Yunho cuz it’s him c’mon

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- not already proofread

Your body shivered at the feel of the freezing wind, you tried to keep your warmth by crossing your arms around your waist. Wearing a short dress on a cold night of autumn wasn’t a good idea after all… You pulled the door of the club, the smell of alcohol instantly hit your nostrils, it passed so much time since you’ve smelled it, and somehow was nostalgic, too. You took off your leather jacket and layed it out on the stool, before sitting on it.

When the bartender handed you the drink you ordered, you took a long sip, squeezing your throat at the burning feel of the high alcohol degree.

“I hope getting drunk will help me forget all this shit” Even though it was supposed to be whispered to yourself, the loud lounge music tricked you ears, making you say it out loud.

“Forget what, Miss? Wanna share your story? Seems that both of us have came alone here.” You turned your head towards the voice, your eyes widened at the sight of a tall, handsome man approaching you. He sat down next to you, ordering quickly a drink before having all of his attention back to you.

“What’s your name, beautiful lady?”

“Uhm… y/n” He smiled, you shook hands.

“Mine’s Yunho, Jeong Yunho. So, what’s going on?”

Honestly, talking to a man was the last thing you wanted to do, maybe having sex with someone should have helped but you haven’t thought about having to approach them first.

“I broke up with my boyfriend, i mean…ex now.”

His mouth hung open slightly, not sure what to reply.

“Oh, i’m so sorry… should i leave you alone then? It must be painful for you” He brought his hands on the counter, ready to stand up.

“Nah… he’s a dumbass. Actually i’m happy to not see him anymore, i’m just… kinda annoyed.”

His hands slipped off the marble, resting then on his lap. He giggled, before taking another sip of his drink. You talked for what seemed to be a couple hours, telling short stories about your lives, until your cheeks became red after all the drinks and you were a laughing mess.

“Y/n, you’re such a nice person… and very good looking”If it wasn’t already for the all the amount of alcohol in your body, you’d have surely blushed, because somehow that man attracted you, in all the ways possible. “What a blessing that you’re not taken, no longer at least.” He sighed, turning his head away from you. “But i imagine you have no intention of spending the rest of your night together, neither saving my phone number, having just broke up with your ex”

Fuck.

“What do you mean for the rest of the night?” You leaned forward to see his face better.

“Oh… uhm, never mind.” He shook his head, as if he wanted to throw away his previous thought.

“If you mean by sleeping together, i’m up for it. But we seriously need to call for an Uber after all the tequila we’ve drank.” you giggled, barely standing up straight.

“Yeah i agree, my place?” The man walks behind you, grabbing softly your waist to help you walking.

“I-i don’t know, maybe it’s better if we book an hotel room. You get what i mean.”

He was still a stranger after all.

You squeeze yourself against his warm body as soon as you left the local, the night breeze froze your cheeks, which he cupped in between his hands. “Can i kiss you?”

You didn’t even know why your body reacted a little too critically to him, your legs went shut, your core felt like burning, internally melting at the image of you kissing each other. You leaned forward and planted your lips on his, the warmth of his breath and his arms wrapped around your waist got butterflies in your stomach, this man had a whole new effect on you.

The kiss started a little shyly and hesitantly, but it didn’t took long before you two were tongues deep into your mouths, biting softly on the other’s lips. It was passionate yet still had a hint of neediness from the both of you. The tall man pulled away once he noticed the white car waiting for someone in front of you two.

“Pretty, we’ll have time later to kiss. The uber’s here”

You nodded, moving his hand away from your cheek before carding your fingers through it. He opened the car door for you to enter first, then joined you in after a few seconds. You asked for the nearest hotel, then called the reception to book a room. The journey lasted about 20 minutes, in the first half the mood was pretty tense, the driver turned on the radio to cut off the embarrassing silence. Yunho turned his head to look at your side profile, you were so fucking cute but so damn fuckable. His hand was resting on the seat, before doing so on your inner thigh instead. You had a pretty tight dress and your ass was barely covered, he could feel the warmth of your skin, the hotness of his palm near your weakest core was about to drive you crazy. He got closer to you ear, enough for you to hear what he was whispering despite the loud music:

“What are your intentions for later, beautiful?”

His hand was dangerously close to your cunt, you could already feel a wet slick inside your panties. How could he turn you on with just a light touch? Was it the alcohol? Well, however, you were now sure that the only thing you’d want him to do to you once you get to be alone is to fuck all the stress out of your body.

“Yunho, we already know, right?” You moved your hand under his chin, your noses were a mere inch distant, he could feel your unstable breath, struggling already to contain yourself.

“I want to be sure about that, say it. Let me hear you say it, gorgeous.” his grip on your inner thigh got tighter, his eyes were sparkling with the lush lights coming from the palaces of your city.

“I want you to fuck with me, how about this?” The other hand that wasn’t occupied, quickly ran onto his lap until you were palming the bulge on his pants.

“Fuck” you whispered, more to yourself.

“Shush… i know i’m pretty big, but also pretty impatient.” He forced you to stay still, pressing your shoulders against the backrest. “I need to prep you, now. So as soon as we enter the bedroom i can fuck you with my huge cock” He rubbed your plush lips with his thumb. “You have to be quiet though, can you do it for me?”

“Yeah… yes, Yunho”

“Good girl, i’ll use two fingers. Be ready.”

His slender finger sinked into your panties, rubbing instantly against your aroused bud. It was hard to hold back any whimper, because fuck if time had passed from the last time you felt like this. Yunho was close to your ear, sweet praises were leaking out of his plump lips as he started to rub faster. “Mmh just like that, don’t make any sound or the driver will know how much of a needy slut you are.” You bit your cheeks, forcing you to keep your mouth shut. On the other side, you were trying to spread your legs as wide as possible for his big hand to dive better into your soaked hole. You rolled your eyes back when the two long fingers slided between your folds, pushing them deeper with every little thrust “What a warm and wet pussy… can’t wait to have my dick inside you.” The more he talked dirty to you, the more you felt intimate. His fingers were stretching you out so perfectly that if he would have had better access, he would surely reach your g-spot. “Yes baby, take it… a few more minutes and we’ll arrive. Don’t cum, i want you to do so on my cock, got it?” You nodded quietly, biting forcefully on your lip. After less than a dozen of seconds your legs started to shake slightly, the knot inside your stomach intensified as Yunho’s fingertips were rubbing every sweet spot of your walls. “Y-Yunho… pull out- or else ‘m gonna cum-“

The radio turned off. “Here we are. It’s $70”

Yunho slided out of you at light speed, searching for his wallet. He handed the money to the driver, before motioning you to get out. You could barely stand on your jelly legs, still trying to recover from the previous mind blowing stimulation.

It took you a few minutes to reach the door of your room, his hand never left your waist, gripping at it tightly because of the rush that kept flowing in his veins. Your chest expanded widely with each heavy breath, your heartbeat was racing at a seemingly racing pace. He opened it quickly, running towards the bed as he threw you on it. He pinned your wrists above your head with just on hand, the other one dived back into your panties, giving a quick rub to your clit before tugging on the fabric of your underwear and drugging it off your body.

“Fuck… i need this pussy so bad.” he murmured while watching the tension of his pants between his legs. He then looked at you with hooded eyes. “i don’t have condoms here with me, darling. Dammit i just remembered it, but i’m clean.” You giggled at his frustrated look. “Don’t worry, i am on a birth control.”

Yunho smirked at you, he immediately hooked up your dress. His hands groped every part of your soft body, before focusing particularly on your breast. He seemed on the verge of drooling from just the sight of them.

“Fuck… those are some perfect tits. You’re almost too pretty to be ruined by my big dick…. almost” He sucked on your hard nipple, tugging at the other one at the same time. His tongue swirled around the hot bud, his bulge was becoming painful as he kept getting harder with every moan escaping your mouth.

“Mmmh i wish i could fuck them… maybe later. Now i need you go on all fours for me, gotta fuck your pretty cunt first.”

You immediately turned around, burying your face in the soft mattress as you raised your ass up. The night lights coming from the big window were accentuating the wetness leaking out of your folds.

“So pretty and ready for me.” You heard him unzipping his jeans from behind, then unbuttoning his shirt. A few seconds after hearing the sound of the belt hitting harshly the floor, you felt his warm tip brushing against the entrance of your throbbing hole.

“Good… now take it, i know you can do it.”

“F-fuck! Y-Yunho!” You moaned loudly when his cock slided inside of you. Despite your pussy was a literal river from how wet you were, his girthy length was painful to take for the first seconds. You unconsciously grabbed your ass, moving your cheeks apart and widening your legs more, trying helplessly to give him more space inside you.

“You’re doing great baby, taking me so well…” he waited a few seconds for you to adjust yourself to his hugeness. When he felt like you were ready, he leaned over your back, and sucked on your earlob. “Mmh… so tight, i love it. ‘M gonna start fucking you now. Are you ready babe?”

“Y-yes… Fuck! So big…”

You couldn’t help but moan with every single twitch and stroke of his dick. His hands were groping at your ass, forcing your hips to stay still while he pushed himself even deeper. “Good girl, just like that. I need to go faster” As he said that, he was now completely sank into your pussy, his cockhead hit pleasantly your g-spot, making you yelp out. His hips started to move backwards and forth, sliding continuously his length into you. You mewled out loud with every thrust, the pleasure became more powerful with the seconds passing.

“Yeah? Right there baby? Feels good? I bet it feels amazing…ah” his low groans were music to your ears, the intense knot was building up again in your stomach as he started to fuck you even faster.

“Y-Yunho- please… fuck!” By now you didn’t even know what you were begging for, you were mumbling incoherent words as your mind went quickly blank with every pound.

“Yes pretty, i know you want to cum… i’m close. Will you take all of my precious sperm inside your wet little pussy?” His thrusts grew more decisive but still became sloppier than before. You were about to reach your orgasm, you felt it so close… you just needed that little more friction and you were sure that you would experience pure abyss of pleasure, something that could never feel more amazing and arousing. He knew that, he could tell it. His thumb pressed quickly against your clit, rubbing it in fast circles, enough for your climax to hit you after a few seconds.

Your lower body felt like falling, Yunho quickly grabbed your waist, keeping you still. A tight squeeze of yours around his dick and you got him over the edge. His cum was leaking out of your folds as they were already filled by his huge length.

“Fuck… i wish you could look at you right now. So beautifully fucked out and bred with my babies.”

He layed next to you, a hand caressing softly your bare back and drawing invisible lines with his fingertips. Without even realizing it you both collapsed in a deep sleep, locked in each other’s arms.

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[zerobaseriize]

If the planets all faded away.... | song eunseok 🌒 🪐

pairing: song eunseok x female!reader

genre: romance, soulmates with matching birth marks (tbh read to find out), slight angst, drama.

warnings: none?? i re-read just to make sure

w.c: 1.16k

synopsis: coming into a small town, you encounter someone you've been waiting years for.

a/n: first work on tumblr. i've reread this so many times just to make it perfect! enjoy :) i cried while writing this. if this receives a lot of love, i might turn this into a series!

Groaning, you shut off the alarm ringing from your phone. The time on your alarm clock read 6am.

You rushed through your morning routine, ready to find a new job and place to call home. The hotel you were cooped up in was getting boring.

Minutes passed and as you told the receptionist of the hotel that you didn't not want housekeeping to stop by today. Instead of viewing the city and coming back hours later, you mentally decided that you would go job hunting.

Walking through the small town center, you smiled to yourself. A warm breeze filled with floral smells reaching your nostrils. Strolling through the town, you noticed that a lot of the bakeries and cafes had hiring signs up. Checking your watch, you decided that 8 am was a good time to start asking for job applications.

You paraded happily down the small city blocks, seeing families and couples enjoy their time together. A bitter sweet feeling blossoming in your heart. Your mind pre-occupied with the thought of having a soulmate. A soulmate that had the same birthmark and soulmark as you.

The soulmark on your wrist was unlike any other you've come across. Not even like your parents. The soulmarks you've encountered have looked like constellations. Even the ones described online and in the textbooks said they resembled stars.

You resented fate since day one because yours was a replica of Saturn, its rings and moons. History entails that one would find their soulmate between the ages of ten and twenty. Yet, here you were in your mid twenties with no soulmate in sight.

Shaking the sad thoughts from your head, you decided to look up. Your face quickly transformed into one of shock. Heart quickening in its cage.

Twenty feet in front of you, across the street from where you were, there was a bakery. It wasn't just any bakery though.

The name on the building and logo of the cafe caused your insides to flip what felt like a full 360 degree turn, butterflies pooling in your stomach.

Cafe Saturn.

It was the exact same of the birth mark on your wrist. A carbon copy of the soul mark blossoming on your skin. Even with the same pattern of Saturn's moons depicted in it. Standing there, your legs glued to the sidewalk floor, you were convincing yourself that it was just a coincidence.

Just as that thought settled in, the see-through glass door of the cafe opened.

The smell of freshly baked pastries and coffee followed the presence of the man who now stood in front of the cafe.

As if on autopilot, the man looked straight at you.

The romance novels and accounts of soul mates meeting did not nothing to prepare you for this point. All the color and luminescence of the world turned pitch black. Your eye sight shutting everything out. All that you could see was his body. Everything around you becoming shrouded in darkness except for his enamoring existence.

The butterflies in your stomach grew in waves. The waves hitting the beach floor with full force. It was as if a humming of nervousness pulsed throughout your whole body, watching the young man freeze almost in realization.

Looking down at your own body, all you could find was the mark on your wrist. Your body shrouded in darkness as well. Your soulmate mark glowed neon green, a painful pulsing growing as it's neon color grew in brightness. Running your left hand over your soulmate mark, you noticed the man jump back and caress his fingers on his birthmark. The goosebumps on your arms intensifying as you felt ghost-like fingers caress your mark. Looking up at the man, his brown hair waved against the invisible wind. His head shot up, eyes making contact with yours across the street. He raised his marked wrist to face you. Waving crazily, he crossed the un-busy street. His rushed footsteps outweighing the sound of the breezy small town.

With every footstep meeting the dark pavement, colorful hues followed his path. Each footstep he took, the world came back to life.

Your thoughts were going haywire, witnessing his beautiful silhouette finally grace the irises of your eyes. Watching as his foot planted itself on the curb beneath your feet, you basked in his beauty. He rose way beyond your height. The brown irises of his eyes rapidly moved across the features of your face. Almost as if he was taking every detail of your face and ingraining it into his memory. Mapping the terrain of his newly discovered world, you did the same. Your eyes not hiding from his gaze, silently caressing the mark on your wrist.

His pink lips slightly wobbled, and at that moment, you broke. The nervousness suddenly gracing his features and you vowed to yourself then and there that you'd never want to see him sad. Ever.

"Hi." He shared, as he tried to collect himself.

Smiling, you let go of the tears that were already pooling in your eyes. His gaze suddenly following the path of the tears before making eye contact with you again.

"Hi..... are you the owner of that cafe?" You asked, your right hand gesturing from the same cafe he ran from.

Looking down at you to meet your eyes, the man's nervous expression was transformed by his laugh. His wondrous eyes filled with warmth, the corners of his lips spreading and exposing his gorgeous teeth. His laugh was magic to your ears. Your eyes followed his arms as they raised up to hold his chest, as if he was containing his laugh. Collecting himself after a few moments, He asked, "Was that not obvious?"

He Continued to peer down at you questionably. A smirk gracing his divine features. Heat rose up from the bottom of your neck and crawled up to the top of your cheeks. As almost sensing the reaction happening within your own body, his brown eyes flickered back and forth from your lips and back to the brown eyes. You couldn't help but drown in his eyes. The more you looked, the more you felt like you were under a spell. Seconds passed before you realized then that you never answered.

Sensing your nervousness, he let out, "My name is Eunseok. The owner of Cafe Saturn. Welcome to our small little town."

It was then that you realized: everything was going to be okay. Acknowledging your overwhelming feelings, you couldn't help but admire him. The brown light flooding from his eyes, the flush in his cheeks and the serene expression that overcame his features as he gazed at you. You knew then he would never hurt you.

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[dustydoop]

HeyHeyheyhey

Idk if this is allowed but:

Opinions of a HC abt Scout being a stubborn Bastard when sick and will keep going until he faints/passes out?

Well, I guess you could say I liked this idea cause I kinda wrote a little thing.

Aggressive ringing came from Scout’s nightstand, was it morning already? Scout laid it bed, letting it ring for a while before mustering up the strength to shut it off. As an arm reached out from under the blanket, Scout shivered. 

With his blanket still wrapped around him, he pounded on Soldier’s door next to his room. “Hey man, did you do something last night, it’s freezing up in here!” He shouted, why did that knock out his breath? 

Soldier opened the door, still in his nightwear. “I did no such thing, Scout. I was, in fact, not here at all.” 

Scout raised an eyebrow at him. “Then where wer- Never mind, I don’t even want to know.” He muttered as he stumbled back to his room, nearly falling over as he did so. Scout dropped the blanket, facing the mysterious chill. Maybe he just needed to freshen up. 

Nope. 

Not even the boiling hot shower got rid of the overall sense of grime Scout felt all over. He glanced at the clock, he really should be going out to the community kitchen for breakfast by this point. 

He walked out of the hallway of rooms, still weak in the legs, and entered the loud kitchen. Immediately, the smell of coffee and whatever Engineer was cooking on the stovetop hit Scout. 

“HURAG-” 

The eight mercenaries in the kitchen stopped in their tracks and whipped around to see what made that noise. Scout snapped up straight as their eyes locked on him. “Hey… Fellas? Lovely weather we’re having,” He said with a fake chuckle after swallowing the gag he felt in the back of his throat. 

Scout lowered his baseball hat in an attempt to avoid eye contact as he walked to his usual spot next to Sniper. Sniper gave him a concerned look as he drank his coffee, but kept to himself for the time being. 

“Hey, kid, how are ya?” Engineer slapped Scout on the shoulder, “You want any of this? I made extra just in case.” He gestured to the skillet he was using. 

Now, typically, Scout was never one to pass up on Engineer’s cooking. Heck, he wasn’t one to pass up on any sort of free food, but a home cooked meal from such a good cook? He’d have to be either crazy or sick to sick to say no. 

Unfortunately, he was definitely either of those. “It looks great, Engie, really it does, but I- I just can’t right now…” Scout trailed off. 

Sniper cocked an eyebrow at him. “You alright, mate? You look awful.” 

“Hey!” Scout snapped back, “Like you got any right to insult me, Snipes.”

Engineer sighed. “I hate to say it, but Mick’s right, boy. You look a whole lot paler than usual and you’ve been shivering this whole time.”

“Well if someone didn’t turn up the air conditioning, maybe I wouldn’t be like this!” Scout said, desperate for an excuse. 

Engineer went to the nearest thermostat. “Sorry, kid, it's around 75 degrees, it definitely ain’t cold. C’mere,” He said as he put the back of his hand to Scout’s forehead. “Woah Nelly! You’re burning up, kid. You need to take the day off, rest up.” 

Scout slapped Engineer’s hand away from his face. “I don’t need to rest up, and I don’t need you going all mom mode on me, I’m like 27 for crying out loud. I ain’t taking the day off.” 

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Sniper asked, “I’d take a break if I was you.” “Well, you ain’t me. Listen, if it gets any worse, I’ll just have Doc gimme a little of that magic crap from his healing doodad, alright?” 

Medic swung around from his conversation with Heavy. “Ack, no can do! The medigun only works on injuries, not diseases.” He said, of course he was eavesdropping. 

“Well fine then!” Scout said as he stood up far too fast, “I’ll just go on with my day like always, I’m fine!” He marched out of the kitchen to prepare for the day’s work. 

A couple hours later, the whole team was ready for battle as soon as the doors opened. Scout’s head pounded as the metal room reverberated with shouts of the other mercs messing around before battle. 

Slowly, the doors opened, alleviating the echo and giving Scout some much needed fresh air. However, fresh air could only do so much against illness. 

He ran, just like he always did. Easy enough, right? Even with his calves feeling like jelly, his legs ready to give in beneath his weight. Blurs of structures and team mates flew past, made worse by his watery vision. Gosh, he just needed to shake whatever this was, he had a job to do. 

Soon enough, he found a corner to catch his breath in. He knew the strategy the team had agreed on that time, he just needed to run in, start shooting when he got the signal from Engie, and then run off to where phase two started. Nothing too complicated. 

“Just run to the point,

My head might explode.

Just run to the point,

Did I just trip on nothing?

Just run to the point,

It’s so cold out here. 

Just run to the point, 

I can barely brea-”

Everything went black. 

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Spy snuck around the back of the battlefield, preparing his disguise. He opened his kit to grab a mask, but something caught his eye before he could put it on. 

Scout was running to the point, as he should, but goodness was his form horrible. Yes, Spy was never one to compliment Scout, but at least he recognized that he was a decent runner. However, this was just awful. He was breathing out of his mouth like an inbred pug, swerving more than the one time Demo got a hold of the company van and his arms drooped at his sides. Spy even caught him tripping on nothing! 

Something wasn’t right. 

Spy peered around the corner, curious about what would happen. Scout took a few steps into the clearing, right in front of BLU team and collapsed. He would get back up, right? He was just being stupid, clumsy Scout again. 

Spy waited a second for him to pop back up, but he never did. In a flash, he remembered the conversation Scout had with Sniper and Engineer that morning. Maybe he truly was unconscious. Without thinking, Spy ran out to where Scout was, sprawled across the dirt path. 

“Get back! Get back, you cowards!” Spy snarled as he rushed out into the open, aiming his revolver at the line of enemy mercs. All of the mercenaries on the field stopped what they were doing, Spy was never in the middle of the battlefield, much less to help Scout. 

Spy took a few deep breaths before grabbing Scout and slinging him over his shoulder, revolver still outstretched. He backed up against a wall and made his way back to base. Once there, he placed Scout down on a spare cot and gave him the first blanket he saw. 

He reapproached his team, now reconvening to go over plan B. “Gentlemen, we never speak of this again, agreed?”

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[dweetwise]

[Riconti] Holiday spirit

Happy holidays riconti fandom! Please accept this gift of festive fluff 🥰 Rated G | 3.2k words | ao3 link

Felix still feels strange being back in his hometown. 

The Coburg market square is bustling with life at the annual Christmas market. Felix was never an avid visitor before, but this time the nostalgia is kicking in full force: the smell of street food and mulled wine, the glow of string lights and the big Christmas tree, and even the obnoxious holiday jingles make his chest ache with familiarity. It’s almost like he never left Coburg in the first place.

Except for the fact that one Ace Visconti is here with him.

Ace has a mug of Glühwein in his hands and is blowing on the hot beverage, his eyes eagerly drinking in the busy market. It’s a couple degrees below zero and a gentle snow is falling, but despite Felix’s best efforts to the contrary Ace is thoroughly underdressed for the weather. He has neither gloves nor anything to cover his head, and his windbreaker jacket and pants might protect him from the nonexistent wind but not the late-December temperature.

But even if Ace must be freezing, he hasn’t complained once.

…Unlike Felix, who complained first about the long line to the sausage kiosk, then about the awful apple punch they made the mistake of trying, and then about a family of stupid tourists blocking the street. But that’s neither here nor there.

Ace’s nose and ears are already red and Felix should probably be annoyed at him for not dressing properly, but instead he finds it oddly endearing. He doesn’t know how long it will take Ace to get used to German winters after decades of sun on the west coast of the USA, but today is clearly not that day.

A group of teenagers pass them on the street and briefly pause to stare at Ace—who’s currently browsing a selection of wooden crafts—and a few of them giggle and continue on their way. Felix really can’t blame them: the bright, clashing colors of Ace’s outfit stick out like a sore thumb in the sea of muted winterwear in grayscale and neutral colors. Looking at the neon pink and green for too long would probably give Felix a migraine; but then again, he only has his past self to blame for deciding to flirt with a man who combined a leopard print shirt with purple sequin pants.

Felix smiles to himself. If awful fashion sense was a dealbreaker for him, their relationship would probably have lasted less than twenty-four hours total.

“What’re you grinning at?” Ace asks, having caught him staring.

“You,” Felix says bluntly. “And your outfit that is horrendously unfit for this weather.”

Ace scoffs. “It’s not that cold.”

Felix simply smiles. “Come on,” he urges, “We should try the crepes next.”

Ace obediently falls into step beside him. Felix’s hand twitches in a familiar urge to touch—born out of countless times of patching up injuries, pulling each other up on their feet, and sitting by the fire leaning against Ace in quiet solidarity—but there are too many people here and too many eyes on them.

Of course, it doesn't help that Ace is wearing the equivalent of a big flashing sign saying “Look at me!”

“You know, I wasn’t too sure about this market when you first told me about it,” Ace says while they walk. “But it’s actually really cozy with the snow and lights and all. And any event that boils down to drinking wine and eating good food? I’m sold.”

“I’m glad,” Felix says. “It was never my favorite, but I wanted to show you. And even I missed it, after…”

He trails off, and something in Ace's eyes softens. 

"I love it. And I'm glad you wanted to take me here," Ace says. And then, because getting him to be earnest for more than five seconds is like pulling teeth, he grins and adds, "Even if I'm pretty sure all these 'handmade Bavarian' souvenirs came straight out of a Bangladesh sweatshop."

Felix grimaces. He always hated how the tourist crap seemed to overtake more and more of the event each year.

That being said, he still stopped to buy a terribly overpriced and absolutely hideous knit hat while Ace was busy refilling their Glühwein mugs at another stall. It will make a nice Christmas present to match his questionable excuse for a winter jacket.

“So how exactly are crepes German or festive?” Ace prods.

“Because the French can't take credit for mixing milk with flour and throwing it on a pan,” Felix huffs. “It's bad enough they got to name them. Pretentious little shits.”

Ace smirks. “I’m telling Élodie you said that.”

“Trust me, she has much worse opinions about Germans.”

“Ah, sweet neighborly rivalry,” Ace sighs. “I can't wait to meet the Lyras again so they can try—and fail—to argue that Brazil is better than Argentina.”

He looks at Felix expectantly, clearly waiting for him to agree.

“I wouldn’t know,” Felix says. “I’ve never been.”

“Maybe you should do something about that, then,” Ace says. His voice is playful and his smile casual, but he’s still looking at Felix a little too intently for it to be a joke.

“You just have to tell me when and I'll be there,” Felix says and fully means it.

“Yeah, right,” Ace snorts. “I bet Lauren would love for you to go touristing in the middle of a big project.”

“You’re vastly overestimating my importance in the company,” Felix says. “Lauren survived five years without me. I don't think a week will even make a dent in her schedule.”

Ace regards him silently: he knows that Felix took on much less responsibility upon returning to work—“Richter & Golder” was practically just “Golder” these days, and Felix was grateful Lauren even wanted him back on the team at all—but Felix suspects it’s another thing to see it in practice.

“You'd really come to Argentina?” Ace finally asks.

“Of course,” Felix says. “But only if you want me to.”

Ace beams up at him, then throws his head back and groans dramatically. “Oh, god, my sisters will eat you alive. Please don't learn any Spanish before the trip. Or Italian. You know what, just wear noise canceling headphones whenever they’re around. Actually—”

Felix watches Ace ramble with a smile. He’s leaving for Buenos Aires in just a few days to spend the holidays with his sisters and their families, having reunited with them after their escape from the Entity. For as much as Ace sang the praises of Las Vegas and America for the last few years, he doesn't seem to care much about going back to the USA compared to Argentina and Germany.

“—though, full disclosure, if you don't like Dulce de Leche I'm breaking up with you,” Ace says.

Felix chuckles. “I suspect I won’t, but I’ll be sure to lie for your benefit.”

“That’s all I ask,” Ace says with a grin.

They’re finally coming up to the crepe kiosk and Ace turns to look at the menu. It’s a little strange to imagine not being with him for Christmas, seeing as they’ve—admittedly not by choice—spent every holiday together for the last few years. Even if said holidays mostly consisted of Dwight in an elf costume distributing firecrackers and styptic agents around the campfire.

But Felix knows they both have more important places to be. Ace hasn’t spent quality time with his family in decades, and Felix's number one priority for the foreseeable future will spending every moment he possibly can with his own new family:

His five-year-old daughter, Klara.

Felix's ex-girlfriend has invited him over for Christmas eve to have dinner and open presents together. It will most likely be indescribably awkward—especially with both his ex’s parents and her new husband there—but they’re all doing it for Klara, who seemed very excited about the idea.

Or possibly just about the extra presents.

Regardless, Felix immensely respects his ex for not only managing to build a stable home for their daughter when he disappeared, but for being honest with said daughter from the start. Even when she was furious with Felix for seemingly abandoning them, for five years she told Klara stories about her other father building houses and showed her pictures of him. And when Felix finally showed back up and tried to pick up the pieces of his broken life, he got to meet his daughter for the first time and she immediately recognized him.

Felix clears his throat before washing down the sudden lump in his throat with some Glühwein. He’s not sure what he's done to deserve so many incredible people in his life—the survivors, Lauren, his ex, Klara, Ace—but he’s determined to be a man they can all be proud of.

“Che.” Ace nudges Felix's side, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Hm?”

“Is the crepe guy okay?” Ace whispers, leaning closer to Felix while staring at the shopkeeper frying a batch of crepes. “He just chucked three whole chocolate bars on a crepe and wrapped it up like it was normal.”

Felix snorts, his somber mood instantly elevated. “It's a Kinder bar too. That has to be some kind of crime against gastronomy.”

“I know.” Ace only pauses for a beat before asking, “Should we get one of those?”

Felix doesn’t even hesitate. “Of course.”

Ace shoots him a lopsided smirk. “You really do have a soft spot for tacky things,” he says, then turns to place their order.

Felix bites his lip to suppress a thoroughly dorky smile. Just five years ago, he would have scoffed at the mere sight of children’s street food and retro windbreakers, all to preserve the image of a man nobody even liked. And even if the motto of “be yourself” first seemed like an impossible task after half a lifetime of hiding everything genuine about himself, it’s been slowly but surely resurfacing—through trials, friendships, and having someone by his side who never judges.

Felix doesn't have to filter himself with Ace. Even his worst foot-in-mouth moments only earn teasing remarks in response and more often than not end in both of them laughing. Ace doesn’t take offense to Felix's bluntness and he more than pulls his weight in the playful bickering that has become one of Felix's favorite pastimes.

And Felix knows the feeling goes both ways: all their years together have chipped away at Ace’s compulsive lying just like it has for Felix's play-act. Ace has never had to avoid talking about his past of crimes and addiction and betraying people for money, because Felix doesn't judge him by who he was before, but rather by who he is today.

Just a few days ago, a seemingly harmless question about whether Felix could chip in for Ace’s plane tickets derailed into a serious conversation, with Ace sitting Felix down and making him swear to never give him a significant sum of money or gift him anything valuable that could be returned. There was always a part of Ace that would crave the thrill of gambling and the risk of relapsing increased significantly if he had easy money lying around—no matter if he knew said money was meant for rent, bills, or a plane ticket.

Felix was silent for a long time after that revelation. Ace tried to joke it off and desperately switch the subject, but after Felix quietly stood and pulled him into his arms, Ace just slumped against him and exhaled a long and shaky breath. Neither of them had to use words, because the meaning was clear:

Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for understanding me. Thank you for being here.

“Biological weapon acquired!” Ace strolls up to Felix with a grin, holding a cardboard plate with a crepe and two forks sticking out of it.

Felix probably shouldn't be making heart eyes at a man in full neon carrying a glorified candy pancake, but he does. 

Ace steers them to an unoccupied table and hands Felix his fork. They proceed to eat a few bites in expectant silence.

“It’s good,” Ace says, clearly surprised. “Why is it good!?”

“It’s way too sweet,” Felix complains. He still keeps eating the crepe.

“Let’s just agree that after three mugs of wine we’re too drunk to know better,” Ace says.

“Speak for yourself, you lightweight.”

“Well excuse me for not being six-foot-two and born with German beer in my veins!”

Felix snorts and proceeds to almost choke on his bite, then bows his head to wheeze quietly instead.

“That’s it, no more Kinder for you,” Ace says, holding the plate protectively against himself. “I should have known that shit is like crack to Germans. No wonder it’s banned in the States.”

Felix wheezes harder and has to lean against the table for support, his shoulders shaking with the force of his laughter. He dimly registers someone muttering, “What the fuck is wrong with that guy?” in German, but he really can’t bring himself to care.

When Felix has somewhat collected himself and looks up, Ace is smiling smugly at him around a forkful of crepe.

“Drink?” Ace asks, pushing his mug closer to Felix’s empty one over the table.

Felix nods and accepts the item, and in quiet understanding they turn to stand side by side and look over the market while Ace polishes off the crepe and Felix finishes his drink.

He enjoys these moments of silence between them just as much as the usual back-and-forth or long conversations at the campfire. Felix knows that they still have a lot to figure out when it comes to adjusting back to a normal life, with the logistics and long distance and Felix's daughter. But instead of the existential dread that’s plagued Felix for most of his life, these days he only feels a deep calm when thinking about the future.

Things have been so much easier when there’s a constant in his life, something that’s not dependent on Felix's career or family name. And every time Felix wakes from a nightmare or starts second-guessing himself on whether all that horrible shit really happened, he just has to listen to Ace snoring next to him or touch one of the numerous lucky charms he insists on showering Felix with.

Ace is tangible proof that Felix went through hell and came out stronger for it. He’s been Felix's anchor for years and even when he’s across the world, Felix still feels just as grounded as he does with Ace right by his side.

Ace glances at Felix and catches him looking—Felix has been watching him for quite some time instead of observing the market—and he quirks an eyebrow as he tosses the empty plate in a nearby bin. 

“You’re staring again,” Ace says. “Are you gonna keep nagging about my jacket?”

In response, Felix simply leans closer, then hesitates and searches Ace's eyes. Understanding dawns on Ace’s features before his mouth splits into a bright smile, and then he’s grabbing Felix by the lapels of his jacket and pulling him down for a kiss.

Ace’s nose is cold where it bumps into Felix’s cheek but his lips are warm, stained with chocolate and mulled wine and soft against Felix’s. Felix cups Ace’s head and sinks into the gentle press of their mouths, simply enjoying the closeness.

Felix doesn't care if people are watching. He doesn’t care if someone sees him with a man or thinks they’re being inappropriate. He doesn’t care that they still have many challenges to face. For the first time ever, Felix knows exactly what he wants to do with his life and he’s going to do everything in his power to get it.

Starting with kissing the man he loves in the most crowded place in all of Coburg, apparently.

Ace is trembling when they pull apart. Felix could flatter himself by thinking his kissing prowess was enough to make him weak in the knees, but the truth is that the weather must finally be catching up to Ace.

And he still won't admit it, the stubborn idiot.

“You know,” Felix starts, brushing his thumb over the stubble on Ace’s cheek. “There’s a pub I like just down the street. Why don’t we go and warm up for a little while?”

“Oh, thank god,” Ace groans and thumps his forehead against Felix’s shoulder. “I’m fucking freezing and this supposedly famous wine really isn’t all that great.”

“You could have told me you were cold.”

Ace pulls back enough to give him a defiant stare. “And listen to your ‘For the love of god, Ace, I told you five times to bring a scarf’ all the way home? Not a chance.”

“I would never,” Felix says. Ace huffs a disbelieving snort, and Felix can’t suppress his smile as he continues, “Because I told you at least ten times and also asked you to bring gloves, and a thicker jacket, and—”

“Okay, okay!” Ace exclaims. “Christ, the word Besserwisser was probably coined just for you, wasn’t it?”

Felix chuckles and reaches into his pocket for the knit cap he bought earlier. He was planning to wrap it and gift it properly another day, but practicality usually trumps sentimentality where Felix is concerned.

“Here,” Felix says, holding out the item. “Merry Christmas.”

Ace stares at the hat while most likely silently judging both its cliché reindeer pattern and questionable orange-brown color scheme.

“It’s traditional Bangladeshi reindeer,” Felix deadpans.

“Thank you,” Ace finally says slowly, then puts on the hat. “How do I look?”

Felix tries not to laugh as he takes in the sight. The cap somehow looks even worse when it’s worn because of the pattern stretching and distorting. The price tag also still dangles loosely from the too-big pompom on top, and the muted orange and brown somehow makes the neon of Ace’s jacket pop out even more obnoxiously.

“Fucking hideous,” Felix concludes.

Ace barks out a laugh and Felix chuckles too. Despite Felix’s harsh words, they’re both leaning into each other, Ace’s arms wrapping around Felix’s waist and Felix gently tucking a few errant strands of gray hair into the cap.

“Good,” Ace says, then looks up to meet Felix’s eyes with an overly exaggerated pout. “Now hold me, I’m cold.”

Felix smiles and slings an arm over Ace’s shoulders to pull him even closer. “Come on. It's not far.”

Ace lets himself be led to a quiet pub around the street corner, insisting on paying for their drinks while apologizing for not having anything to gift Felix in return. Felix maybe gets a little sappy and confesses that just having him here is the best gift of all, and in response Ace tugs him into a corner booth and kisses him longer and deeper than is probably appropriate.

And despite the cold and crowd and fashion hiccups along the way, this year’s Christmas market will remain Felix’s favorite for a long, long time.

Or at least until next year when they no doubt visit it again.

Thanks for reading! 💞 Ace’s outfit is from his leaked winter skin, because it’s tacky and I love it. (Minus the headpiece. What the fuck is that beard.)

#riconti #felix richter #ace visconti #dbd fanfic #dweetwrites #dbd #dead by daylight

[pettyrevenge-base]

Refuse to pay for boiler repair during winter? Okay then…

This was about 10 years ago. Still makes me feel good whenever I think about it.  

I used to rent a house. The landlord lived abroad, so his Brother (nice guy) looked after maintenance and the landlord’s Lawyer (douchebag) looked after the contract/legal stuff. I had the Brother’s phone number as he was my point of contact if anything needed fixing.  

One winter, the boiler broke. This is in Northern Europe, so this is considered to be an emergency repair. I called the Brother multiple times, but it always went straight to voicemail. It didn’t even ring. I left a bunch of texts, and spent the first night shivering under all the bedding in the house as temperatures outside approached freezing.

The next morning, I left more voicemails and texts, but by the afternoon, still no response. By this point, the temperature inside the house was around 7 degrees Celsius. I decided to take matters into my own hands, and ring around for an engineer to fix it. They came that evening, diagnosed the problem (a worn out motor), removed the broken part, installed the new part, and billed me for parts and labour. I texted the Brother to let him know what I had done.  

A few days later, the Brother finally responded and apologised for being out of touch. He had been on holiday. I said no major harm done, but I need reimbursement for the repair. He told me to call the Lawyer and gave me his number.  

I called the Lawyer and explained everything. He was like a brick wall. Totally unreasonable, unsympathetic to the situation, and accusatory to me, saying that I had broken the terms of the tenancy agreement. I said that they had also violated the agreement by not responding to an emergency repair in a reasonable amount of time. Under the circumstances, I felt I had no choice, and hope we can come to some sort of arrangement. He said no. I asked whether we could split the bill - I pay for the labour, and they pay for the part, which will remain in the boiler in their property indefinitely. He said no, and at that point said I should “put this all down as a lesson learned and move on”, and hung up on me.  

I was not very happy, to say the least. The bill was pretty significant, and I had effectively repaired their boiler for them free of charge. Not to mention the inconvenience and discomfort of being without heating in winter.  

I was looking at the engineer’s bill wondering what I could do, then realised - the bill has my name, my phone number, my signature on it, and the part and its cost clearly listed.  

I waited 8 months until the tenancy agreement expired, then moved out (I was planning to anyway). I called the same engineer and asked him to remove the motor from the boiler. He questioned why, but I talked around it, paid him cash, and all was good. It obviously cost me more money, but ended up being totally worth it.  

When I moved out the next day, I made sure everything was spotless, and left the property like a perfect tenant. The Brother came to inspect the property. He had a cursory look around to check nothing was obviously damaged, then bid me goodbye, and I gave him the keys. Thankfully he didn’t check whether the boiler was working. Why would he? He knows I would have informed him immediately had it broken again. Either way, the security deposit landed back in my account a few days later.  

A couple of months went by, and then I got a text from the Brother asking if the boiler had been working okay when I left. I said yeah, why? No response.  

Next day I got a phonecall from the Lawyer. He was furious.  

Lawyer: Did you remove the motor from the boiler?!  

Me: Yes. Why?  

Lawyer: rants about damage to landlord’s property etc  

Me: Sorry, bit busy right now. Please put all of this in writing to my email hangs up  

Later that day I got a VERY long, ranty email threatening legal action. He obviously took some time to put it together, but honestly it reeked of intimidation tactics.  

I waited a day or so, just to be annoying, then replied:  

“Dear Lawyer,  

Thank you for your email.  

Please find attached a document that proves that the boiler motor in question is my own personal property.  

I recommend you put this all down as a lesson learned and move on.

Sincerely,  

OP”  

I attached the engineer’s original bill and clicked send.  

Never heard back.  

To this day, I’m not 100% sure I was legally in the clear, but it was definitely worth the risk, knowing that they had to pay for it in the end.  

TL:DR Landlord’s representative refuses to reimburse me for emergency boiler part replacement, so I take the part with me when I move out, rendering the boiler useless.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

#pettyrevenge #lol #omg

[cuppimagines]

Trapped in the Sugar Kingdom- Chapter 1: Dr. Ginger

TADA!! It’s not just big porn companies making porn parodies, also weirdos on the internet.

I told folks I wanted sillier ideas for my not safe for work writing, and so outa a haze I decided on a reverse harem-y Candyland parody, with the reader forced into a world where everything is sweet and everyone is very friendly. You’ll also be able to find this on ao3 later tonight, if you would rather read the first chapter there (I am not used to the tagging system over there)

Chapter 2- Andy Mint

Word Count: 5.3k

It was 2 am after work, and you were in charge of closing, again, for the third time this week. It was 10 degrees out, you were tired, and yet you still had to walk to the bus stop, hoping that you’ll make the last bus before having to potentially walk back home…again. Man, you really need a car at this point, but that meant saving up for one, and most of your money went into rent, food, and bills. A loan was out of the question, because eventually you’d have to owe more than you even borrowed. God dammit…

On your walk to the bus stop, you watched the lights around this side of the city slowly turning off. Businesses closing for the night, people heading home after having a night out with friends. Everything was quiet and still, and that made you all the more sleepy despite the freezing cold nipping at your nose and ears. This was the last thing you needed if you had to have that dreaded long walk of shame back home. Amongst the dark and dim dullness, you saw a bright light, a different bright light that wasn’t the flickers of the sidewalk’s lamps. Something new, something bright, and something colorful.

A business was still open. It would’ve barely been noticeable during the day given how small a building it was, but with the entire city asleep, it stuck out to you brighter than ever. Your curiosity, and the hope to get a break from the freezing cold of the outside, injected a small modicum of energy inside you, and you sped up to a brisk jog down to the building.

It was a candy store. But this one seemed like an older store, hardly any of the big bright tourist traps you’ve seen on your occasional vacation. The outside was painted a pleasant candy apple red, the display window filled with candies that were either lesser known or all brands owned by this specific store, things like “Dr. Ginger’s Cookie Men” or “Prince Frosty’s Frosted Drops.” All of the tins looked like they came straight out of the 1920s, so either they were for decoration and empty, or they were real dedicated to the brand. Just above the red and white striped awning, you saw the name of the shop.

“Sugar Kingdom Sweets,” with a simple golden crown on either side of the title. And from the glowing sign in the front, it seemed to be open. Which was odd at a time like this. But you were curious, and it wouldn’t hurt to spend maybe…5 or 10 dollars on a couple of things inside. 

You walked inside, and to your surprise, the doors were opened. The tiny bell above signaled your arrival, and you were hit with the smells of sugars and chocolate and artificial fruit flavors…or, it might be natural fruit flavors. There were shelves and shelves of candies of all kinds throughout the small shop, but not a single big name brand, alongside an old school soda fountain, and several large barrels of candy you could scoop into bags. However, not a single person was running the register, at least as far as you saw. 

After the bell’s gentle ring, it was quiet as a mouse inside. 

Guess despite being open this late, whoever worked here didn’t think anybody would actually be here this late. Even then, the bell should’ve at least alerted whoever worked here... You looked to see if there was a bell you could ring at the register to see if anybody was available, but aside from the cash register- the only modern looking device here, there was a jar of candy, labeled “Free sample, take one only” with a smiley face. It seemed to just be a random assortment of different types of wrapped candies, from chocolates to hard fruit candy to saltwater taffy. You simply shrugged and stuck your hand in, grabbing a candy at random.

And what you pulled out was…

…A piece of assorted licorice, colored pink and black. 

Yuck! You always threw these away as a kid, and as far as you were aware, this sorta licorice was downright nasty. But you already took it out, it felt gross to put it back in after grabbing it, and a waste to throw it away. Maybe it was just your younger, picky, child tongue that made you not like licorice anyway. 

Either way, bottoms up!

It was chewy, and tasted fresh, something you didn’t expect from free samples. And you could taste the strong hint of star anise that merged with the sweetness of the sugar it was coated with. You thought you would wince at the flavors, but your eyes widened in shock at the realization that this wasn’t such a bad flavor! Black licorice wasn’t as bad as you initially thought. The jar said only one sample, but nobody was here to see you take a second, so you went looking in the jar for another piece. However looking at it at face value and rummaging your hand through, it seemed that that was the only piece in here. You pulled your hand back out without grabbing a second piece of candy, and saw your hand pulsating with multiple colors. You thought it was just a trick of the lights inside, but then the environment around you began moving and shifting at odd angles. The shelves began to curve and twist, you hears sounds that might’ve been there, but might’ve been your imagination, and there were spots in your vision.

Oh god, your head felt dizzy, the room was spinning and the ceiling got further and further away. Was this a bad idea? Is this store a front for something else? Or is this store that mysterious boogeyman that’s been putting expensive drugs in kids candy? Your foot slipped, you could feel your balance thrown off, and your body went limp as you barely felt your head hit the ground before passing out.

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Your head hurt, hurt like someone threw a lacrosse ball with intent to kill you, and your eyes hurt when you tried to open them and all you saw was sunlight. Wait, sunlight? How long were you out? And more importantly, you were outside. You felt the grass underneath your body, not concrete or even a bed, and you could hear voices above you speaking, at first nothing but garbled nonsense before you could make out a few words. 

“They’re quite the looker, but pretty odd, maybe one of those fancy city folk up at the capital?”

“Why are they all the way out here in the countryside?” “We can help this lil cutie out and maybe get a little bit…”

“Get your fuckin head out the gutter idiot!” Slowly, you opened your eyes, shielding them from the sun before sitting up. Everything smelled sweet around you, the grass was soft and plush, but didn’t feel much like regular grass, and there were flowers that sprouted plums sprinkled about. Surrounding you, seemed to be a group of men, barely over 5 feet tall, and…flat? Oh…oh they were straight up a bunch of cookies. White frosting for hair, frosting features that emoted as they looked at you in curiosity, and their clothes seemingly the only thing not frosting based, but they all seemed to be wearing color coded farming gear. As soon as it occurred to you just what you were looking at, your eyes grew wide, and you backed away in fear until your back hit the trunk of a tree.

“What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck….” you muttered, before looking down at your body. You weren’t even in your uniform either, instead you were in a sleek, possibly silk reddish-purple Victorian nightgown that reached below your knees. 

“What the FUCK!!” You yelled aloud. 

“Yeesh lady, calm down, calm down!!” One of the gingerbread men cringed and covered his ears…or where his ears MIGHT have been, one dressed in overalls and a purple sweater. 

“What do you mean calm down WHERE AM I?” You stood up, and just as you did, a plum fell from the tree behind you and just barely missed hitting your head. “Who the hell are you guys?! Where’s the streets? The city?! I gotta get back Jesus fuckin-”

“This city slicker’s got a dirty mouth on her…” one of the gingerbread men leaned over to the other. “I kinda like it~!” That earned a smack from his friend to his right. 

“Alright pal, wait, hold up,” the purple sweater gingerbread man grabbed your arm, and out of instinct you pulled your arm away and glared daggers at who you wanted to turn into a pile of dirty frosting and crumbs. He stood maybe a foot under you in height, and he seemed to be the most serious of the half a dozen cookie men here, as well as the one most well equipped to handle your, at the moment, rather sour attitude.

“Tell me your name, first off,” he said. “Here, I’ll start, my name is Plum Pudding, this is Berry Blue, Cherry Bomb, Lemon Zest, Apple Tart, and Tangerine.” Well…judging by their clothes, at least they were all color coded so you wouldn’t forget. So, nervously you gave the group your name. 

“Now then, tell me, where are you from?” Plum asked you.

“I- well, certainly not here, wherever this is, where am I?”

“Oh, honey you must be far from home,” Lemon shook his head. “You’re here at Gingerfruit Farms.”

“And where exactly is Gingerfruit farms…?” you asked, your possibly impossible situation slowly dawning on you. 

“Right on the outskirts of the Sugar Kingdom,” Apple answered. “Far from home I presume?” 

“Sugar…sugar what?” You turned around, eyes devoid of emotion, and began pacing back and forth on the grass, looking at your feet because you’re afraid if you kept looking at the ginger men and the forests of fruit trees behind you you’d start to go crazy. 

“This is a dream, this is a dream…this is just a weird dream, maybe that piece of candy was drugged and I’m having a really bad trip!” you muttered. “Maybe I’m in the back of an ambulance after someone found me foaming at the mouth and this is everything I’m seeing before I die!” You crouched down, giggling and gripping your hair to avoid possibly screaming your lungs out again. 

“Oh god…yeah no we should go get Dr. Ginger…” Berry said. “They don’t seem too sound in the head right now…”

“Well, cmon bud, let’s go see what’s wrong with you,” Tangerine, the shortest but the broadest of the gingerbread men picked you up, and the rest soon followed, grabbing you to carry you off to god knows where.

“HEY! Augh!! Put me down!! I can walk on my own!” you exclaimed, despite not really putting up a struggle to be carried. You were still rather dazed, so walking might not have been a good idea.

“But you won’t know where to go, hot stuff,” Cherry replied. “And you might try and run away anyway.”

“Wait, what did you just call-” As the group carried you past the neatly tended rows of fruit trees made of gingerbread and candy leaves, you saw a house over the horizon start to come closer and closer into view. It seemed like a treehouse, not a child’s treehouse no, a house built within a massive branching Gingerfruit tree filled with all sorts of different types of fruits growing on different branches. Made of gingerbread seemingly and dotted with color large gumdrops with multicolored stained glass candy windows and a chimney pumping out rainbow smoke. 

The Gingerbread men carried you down to a large basket attached to a pulley system, and Apple pressed a nearby button.

“Doc?” Silence for a few seconds, before there was a crash, followed by the sounds of a man struggling to fix himself up along with a few mutterings under his breath.

“Oh uh, yes Apple?” The voice seemed to belong to that of an older gentleman, with a posh English accent.

“We got a patient here for you, they’re a wily one so get the muzzle if they start to bite you,” Tangerine answered. 

“What?! I’m not some wild-” That's when you were SHOT UP into the air by the pulley, screaming as you went up at a pace fast enough to nearly give you vertigo, until you came to an abrupt stop in the inside of the treehouse, shaky from the sudden ascension. It seems you landed in a doctor's office of sorts, but a very colorful one, the medicine cabinet stocked with pills that looked more like candy than anything, and several anatomical charts on the wall of not just people but gingerbread people, what looked to be lollipop people, and some big amorphous brown ooze. 

“Oh geez…” you looked around before sitting on the medical exam table, and the second your rump hit the seat, a man slammed the door open holding a bag of medical supplies that looked full to bursting. He appeared to be in his early 40s, and stood at five and a half feet tall. He was rather heavyset, with very pale skin and a big mess of wild green hair barely held together in a low ponytail, along with a green five o clock shadow. His doctor's coat was completely splattered with multicolored fruit juice stains, but the suit he wore underneath was pristine and a nice pleasant purple. 

“There’s my little patient!” the man turned to you and grinned in excitement. “Usually I have to do house visits but it’s nice of you to come to me!”

“I don’t exactly have a choice,” you shrugged. “I woke up here, and in this nightgown too, did those gingerbread perverts outside do this to me?”

“Well…I have no clue where’d they even get this lovely little gown you’re wearing,” the doctor took a look at you, and he seemed to be eyeing you up not just out of curiosity, but that grin hid something else underneath. “But, let’s do a few simple checkups. Oh, by the way, call me Dr. Ginger, you are?” “Well my name is-” before you could answer, Dr. Ginger got up close and shined a light into your eyes, and immediately you pulled back and covered your face and winced in pain and annoyance.

“Vision seems good if not a little sensitive…” The doctor pulled out a small hammer, and once it tapped against your knee you might have kicked a little bit too high and too suddenly, possibly from the shock.

“Reflexes are amazing…almost paranoid actually,” He then grabbed your chin to open your mouth, his gloved hand brushing against your tongue. Seemed he took his sweet time especially to examine your mouth, and having his fingers nearly in your mouth like this made you shiver. 

“Hm…” he paused, furrowing his brow. “I might need to take a look into this…my dear, would you mind if I ask for a simple kiss?” Is this this old man’s way of flirting with you? I mean, probably not going to be the weirdest thing to happen here, he was certainly an eccentric looking man, but far from a skeevy or messy pervert. 

“I mean, alright, sure-” The doctor then leaned in, gripping the sides of your head and planting a kiss against your lips. Seems it wasn’t the only thing he wanted. You felt his tongue push past your lips and taste around your mouth, and in turn you got to taste him. He did have a pleasant flavor, the taste and smell of sugar plums on his lips and tongue, and it seemed that your stress already began to melt away, until the doctor pulled away, a look of shock and worry on his face.

“Oh my word, have you been eating licorice…?” he asked. You almost didn’t hear him for a second, the kiss left you a little bit dazed, but you shook your head to get your thoughts back in order.

“Uh, I had one piece, it was a sample in a candy store,” you said. “And then I passed out, and then I woke up surrounded by gingerbread guys.”

“I see…I see what’s going on here…” Dr. Ginger sucked his teeth and shook his head. “That dastardly serpent…”

“What Dastardly serpent…?”

“Well, it seems you really aren’t from the Sugar Kingdom, first off, because someone brought you here. I’m surprised you didn’t just magically wake up in the clutches of that monstrous warlock.”

“What Monstrous warlock? You’re just saying things but not telling me.”

“Well, I can tell you,” Dr. Ginger started rummaging through his pockets. “But I can also show you.” He pulled out a roll of paper and handed it to you. It was a wanted poster.

“WANTED: Lord Anise Licorice, Wanted for theft, several accounts of attempted manslaughter, and illegal practice of dark magic. REWARD: 10,000,000 Candy Crystals.” The sepia tone paper had a portrait of a thin yet broad shouldered older man with a strong jawline, thin nose, long dark hair with lighter streaks in it, and a dark hat obscuring one half of his face.

“That licorice might have been his work to send you to this world, but for reasons I'm not sure of,” Dr. Ginger said. “However, it’s important to have you back to your world before he gets you into his clutches.”

“Well, I know who sent me here and that I can get back, but how do I?” Dr. Ginger snapped his fingers and pointed out his window, and you went to check it out. Beyond the trees you could see that there was a rainbow brick road that stretched out a far distance. 

“Follow the main road to the capital, and you should be there in no time at all. Request an audience with the king, and his magic will be able to take you back home. Of course, I can help you get there, I do have a carriage that’ll get you up there in three days tops if there are no interruptions.” 

“I…well…uh…” your expression softened, and you looked at the doctor with a sliver of hope in your eyes.

“Thank you, I don’t know where I am, but I’m so happy to have whatever help I can,” you softly muttered. “So uh…Thank you for this.”

“Anything for a sweet-faced cutie pie such as yourself!” Dr. Ginger grinned, scratching his 5 o'clock shadow a bit. “But, there’s still one thing that needs to be solved before I can help you back, as travel is stressful on the body, and you already seem to be carrying a lot of stress!”

“Yes I am in fact…very stressed out at the moment,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair and letting out a pained laugh. 

“Good thing I have a new little contraption for such an occasion, one moment, and put this on while I’m gone,” the second you looked back at the doctor, he was holding a patient's gown, but one with a rainbow jellybean pattern on it. 

“Uh…okay I guess,” you shrugged, the Doctor leaving so you could get changed. This wasn’t your first time having to wear one of these things, back when you still had decent health insurance. Once you folded your night gown to the side and put on the patient’s gown, you noticed that this was rather…short on you, and a bit tight around the hips. Were gowns always like this??

“I’m back!” Dr. Ginger's voice nearly had you jolted up out of nowhere, and he was coming in holding a rectangular case in one hand. “Alright dear, lay down, and spread your legs.” Curious, but your mind already thinking about the places this could go, you did as the doctor told you to, looking particularly at that color splattered case. He opened it up and your eyes went saucer wide.

“Mr. Cashew tells me this helps in special cases of stress and hysteria,” Dr. Ginger explains. “And you are carrying a lot of stress, so I had to get out the big guns.” And the big guns happened to be a dildo, and an odd shaped one. It was a melty gooey rainbow color with two ends, one of the ends being smaller and thinner, both ends however having a similar look and shape to long thin twisty lollipops. Oh wow, and here you thought he was going to prescribe you whatever sugary “medicine” was in that cabinet. 

“Let’s test this out on you, you’ll be my first patient to try this little device, and oh boy I’m excited to see the results! I was told to write down what happens, and I don’t want to test this on myself in fear of bias.”

“So am I also your little guinea pig in this case?” you asked. 

“Something of the sorts! No matter, I’ll make sure you’re as comfortable as possible, if there's anything wrong, you just tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” Dr. Ginger made sure his gloves were on tight, before pouring a very sickeningly purple liquid on his little device, possibly lube. 

“Now keep your legs spread nice and wide…” He licked his lips, grinning a much more devious, hungry grin. You kept your legs spread, and soon enough, you felt the head of the dildo slowly push past your entrance, and started sliding in with ease. Oh god he was right, you could feel your stress already melting away when you felt inch after inch of the girthy device slowly stretch you out.

“Mmm…oh god…keep going…” you moaned softly. 

“Hmm…the patient seems quite pleased by this,” Dr. Ginger stared at you intensely, curiously, before sliding it halfway into you. By then, you felt the other end of the dildo poking at your ass. Dr. Ginger took it slower than he already was, and the feeling of both ends of you being stretched out started to make you squirm. Dr. Ginger had to hold one of your legs, but even then he looked a bit fussy when you started to squirm.

“You might need to keep your legs still,” he huffed. “If you can't, I'll have no choice but to use the clamps…”

“S-sorry doctor…” you moaned. “It’s just that…oh god…it’s just that I-” You threw your head back and gasped when you felt the dildo begin to vibrate- at both ends nonetheless. Dr. Ginger looked at you to see if anything was wrong, but seeing your flushed expression and you moaning softly under your breath for more, he happily obeyed your adorable little pleas as the dildo went as deep as it could inside you, inside both of your ends. 

“This is the lowest setting, I’ll go up as far as you would like, my dear,” he smiled. “Oh but this is quite the machine. If only I was as tech savvy as Mr. Cashew was, I’d love to have more of these to try on such a cutie plum pie such as yourself~!” The settings went up only  by a little bit, and already your body was shuddering, soft moans and whimpers escaping your lips while you tried your best to keep your legs still as the doctor ordered you to. However, he sighed impatiently and pressed a button closest to the wall. 

Two pairs of mechanical hands shot out from the ceiling and grabbed you by the ankles, and the grip on them was firm enough to keep you in place.

“Another glorious invention as thanks to Mr. Cashew,” Dr. Ginger grinned. “Now you can stay nice and still…while I pleasure you properly…” While you felt the doctor pump the dildo in and out of you slowly with one hand, his other hand reached down, and his thumb began to rub your clit in slow careful circles. You covered your face, huffing and moaning as the sensation began to grow too much to handle, your body shook and your breathing got heavier and heavier.

“Yes…yes, perfect, oh how wonderful~!” Dr. Ginger brought the setting up higher, and already you swear you were seeing stars. Oh god why didn’t you ever get a sex toy like this before? All this while you were using your hands, but this, oh this is your first time being penetrated this deep and it feels so so good…

You cried out, arching your back and gripping the sides of the exam table when you could feel yourself tip over the edge into a climax, the dildo inside you soaking wet with the lube and your own fluids. And that seemed to please the doctor all too much, and he finally turned it off.

“Ohhhh YES!!” he exclaimed. “Perfect, perfect, so far this seems to be working just as intended…but…” You noticed he kept the dildo still placed nearly inside you, and so he used that opportunity to turn it back on, but you felt the vibrations at a much higher setting. You had barely recovered from your last orgasm and already you were hit with another rage of exhausting pleasure, practically screaming when you felt the dildo vibrating inside you.

“Doctor…ohhhh Doctor-!” You cried out.

“Is that your limit dear?” he asked. “Do you need me to stop it now?” You tried to vocalize it, but instead you shook your head. You wanted to keep going despite how incoherent you felt. This was amazing…

“You want me to keep going?” he asked. “Oh…oh aren’t you a special little test subject?” That’s when the Doctor began to thrust the dildo in and out of you at a faster yet steady pace, and this time he climbed up onto the exam table with you, marveling at your adorable flustered expression up close all the while fucking you with just that toy. 

“An absolutely marvelous patient and test subject…!” he grinned maniacally, holding your hips with his other hand while he leaned in to kiss your cheek, down your jawline and chin, down to your neck as he excitedly peppered your neck and collarbones with several excited kisses and licks to really savor you.

“You taste soooo sweet…a different kind of sweetness I’ve never tasted here, not even amongst all my medicines and tinctures, my dear, you are a delicious, delicious beauty…!” His touches were so gentle despite how much rougher and more excited he was getting from pounding you on both ends with the toy inside you, filling you up while the doctor kissed and sucked at your skin. 

“Cum for me again my dear…” he moaned before leaning down to kiss you again, his tongue exploring your mouth a second time out of excitement and lust instead of the way he was simply examining it earlier. He wanted to taste you out of the desire bubbling inside of him, to please you and hear you moan all for him, it was incredible! And it was incredible for you all the same, the sensations were driving you wild, already you knew you were close to a second orgasm, and just as you could feel that second climax…

Dr. Ginger turned up the setting to its maximum setting. You moaned loudly, you were incoherent, your insides were on fire and it was all so much. In fact it was too much for you and yet you wanted it to keep going. Your thoughts were scrambled up, nothing that came out of your mouth made sense except for the shaky loud moans escaping your lips while the doctor looked down at you absolutely wicked with lust. 

“Yes…yes…YES!!!” he cried out. “Keep moaning for me my sweet little guinea pig!! Show me how much this is making you feel good!”

“Doct- Doc- ohhhhhhhhh godddd!!!” You moaned loudly. That was the most you could speak, but you would beg for more, plead for more if you could. Despite your legs being constrained, you tried your best to buck your hips into the toy, but you were at the mercy of Dr. Ginger, and he was to show you absolutely none while his skillful hands fucked you, thrusting the dildo in and out of you even while it was still vibrating at such a rapid body shaking pace. 

“Do you like that dear? Do you like all that overstimulation to your cunt and ass my darling~?” Dr. Ginger asked you softly in your ear. “I wanna hear you saaaay it~!” 

“Y-ye- yes…” You muttered between moans, before squealing when Dr. Ginger thrust rather aggressively in you after nearly pulling completely out. 

“I can’t hear you…” he said with a coy mischievous grin. “I wanna hear you say how much you love it or I’ll stop…” You could feel his pace slow down, and the vibrations getting lower. That’s when you gripped the doctor desperately, grabbing his shoulders and looking at him with that same flushed half lidded face.

“Please- please please pleaaaase….” you begged. “This feels so so good Doctor, please…” Dr. Ginger hummed in satisfaction, and you felt the vibrator going from barely a hum, back up to max oh so quickly, and you nearly felt your head spin from the sensation. Dr. Ginger leaned back down, kissing you passionately as he straddled you and fucked you oh so hard with that precious toy of his. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers digging into the fabric of his coat. 

In that sweet passionate embrace did you cum for the third time on Dr. Ginger’s dildo, holding tight onto him as you felt your voice get scratchy from just how loud you were from cumming a third time. Dr. Ginger pressed that same button on the wall, and your legs finally fell back onto the exam table, and the doc climbed off of you, a visible tent in his pants. 

“Oh I have some amazing results to write down,” Dr. Ginger smiled. “Hooo WEE that was a good time, I think that should aleve your-” He looked back down at you on the exam table, laying on your side, soaking wet between the legs and seeing stars in your vision, and realized that you…might not be in any state to travel after that.

“I have a, er, a guest bed for you,” he said, helping you up off the exam table. “I think you should rest, and I have to pack some stuff for that journey of yours to the capital. I’ll explain all the details for when you’re not…in this state, so…” Dr. Ginger clapped his hands, and Plum peeked his head in, first to Dr. Ginger and then to you, and you just very lazily waved.

“Take our guest to the guest room for now, they need some rest after our little checkup.”

“Of course boss,” Plum went to pick you up, while Tangerine grabbed your clothes. Seems both of the gingerbread men were actively listening in on your time with the doc, cause Tangerine at least had a bulge in his pants from all that…how gingerbread men could have erections you have no fuckin clue. But You were taken up to a guest room in the eccentric color coated gingerbread house, and laid down in a lemon scented bed.

“Uh…I guess…see you later, pal,” Plum waved before closing the door. As soon as you were alone, you sat up in bed. Dr. Ginger definitely helped you from being stressed out, but you were still oh too aware of your current situation. A vintage candy store in your city had transported you to a world where everything and almost everyone was made out of sweets, and there was some Licorice Fiend after you. And now you have to find a way to the capital city to get back to your home before this guy finds out where you are. 

Part of you was still convinced this was a dream, but you’ve never had a dream that felt that good before.

#cuppimagines #nsft #nsft txt #nsft text #trapped in the sugar kingdom

[goopi-e]

Finally got a semblance of free time to play the Recently Released Videogame! No plot discussions happen in this post, I just gush about the little things.

My experience is, uh. Suboptimal. I am grateful my laptop can emulate Switch at all, but when your average FPS is around 5, only gets as high as 12 and has a tendency to go into decimals or freeze, fast-paced combat gets hard.

Despite that, the gameplay is fun! All the abilities are such a blast, and compliment one another nicely: for example, I cheesed one part of a certain shrine by Ultrahanding a platform in one place in the air for a bit, then effectively Stasising it with Recall, then Ascending on top of that still-Recalled platform, and then getting additional height by shield-jumping on a shield fused with a spring. Just for funsies. The intended solution was to essentially shield-surf on a short straight rail.

God I love fusing springs to shields. Revali who. My Bomb Flower count is criminally low, as I haven't figured a way to dupe them w/o exploding, and I don't have consistent source of rockets yet, but the springs are relatively early-game and do their job pretty well!

You know what I love even more than that? Glitches :^). And they're finally easy enough for me, a total noob, to perform. I only duped materials so far, timing a frame-perfect weapon dupe on my suboptimal setup sounds hard... but I wanna try and transfer the legendary MsgNotFound one of these days. I was so lucky to find a diamond in one of the caves tho!

Did you know that the shrine lobby (a tiny area seen through the entry portal) can serve as a cover for your campfire during rainy weather? It made more sense in BоTW, as Shеikah shrines were more material, but beggars can't be choosers.

So far my playthrough fits the "feral Lonk" stereotype. Towns are laggy, so I mostly wander around the wilderness aimlessly. The overall plan is to grind the full second stamina wheel + activate a few towers, then go get the Heart Container from the Great Plateau quest, get the Master Sword, grind shrines for hearts and only then hit a couple of dungeons. After that, joining the Yıga is a must. I'm not even sure I'll be able to fight the dungeon bosses or G-man with how hard even the basic combat currently is, so my only hope is to be able to tank through damage.

I wanted to get the Lobster Tunic so badly, but the guys at Lurеlin keep kicking my ass :^(.

Sadly, it seems you cannot skip the first memory. The puddles just aren't anywhere inside the geoglyphs.

Fujibаyashi-san loves to put the "temporary equipment loss moment" in all of the series entries done under him (except MC), and in TоTK alone there's soooo many. It's a whole shrine subset now, not to mention the dedicated pantsless quest in the gazette storyline. Wonder how's the Еvеntide doing these days - judging by a chasm, it doesn't seem like a similar event will take place here.

Speaking of chasms on the islands... Remember the PH-themed archipelago in the wetlands? There's a chasm on Mercay island. You know. The island where the Temple of The Ocean King is located. Something about the way BоTW/TоTK genuinely appreciates DS games feels very vindicating. First Monster Cake being a chancellor's favourite dessert, then the Phantom armor being one of the most OP sets, and now this chasm.

I saw Flowerblight :з.

Ang got owned by the Floormasters Gloom Hands once. Not touching them with a sturdy-stick-stick before I get s'more hearts, I know what comes after.

The guy with the sign! Such a cute concept, and the rewards are always so generous!

Depths are weird. The flora is super cool, and the landscape is twisted to a degree that merely figuring out how to get from point A to point B becomes a nontrivial challenge. Collecting Poes is fun, and I love getting the uncorrupted weapons from the ghosts of the past. Everything else scares me shitless. Mostly

Catching a Star fragment mid-air feels downright magical. I know they were probably coded with exactly that method of aquisition in mind, but it always feels like such a lucky catch.

Saw Nауdra once. Got the scale. Fused it to a spear. Now the spear looks like a comically large spoon, and I can't keep a straight face when this thing pops across half a screen, so I never equip it, but don't unfuse it either out of respect for the comedy aspect. The only funnier weapon that I've got so far is the honeycomb boomerang I got from a monster camp (the idea is genius, and I have honeycombs to maybe recreate it later), which is currently fused to a surprisingly high-damage Boko arm.

Yeah, I'm not unfusing my comically large Nауdra spon until I get a camera and take a selfie with it.

I always feel bad when fighting the apple-collecting Bokos. They have tiny Boko baskets on their backs :^(. They're just little guys :^(.

PORTABLE COOKING POTS. AND MULTIPLE TRAVEL MEDALLIONS THAT AREN'T LOCKED BY A DLC. YES.

Purаh is the prettiest woman to grace this world.

#totk spoilers #...arguably

[michelangelinden]

hii!! can I please ask for number 2, jukebox, romantic, for the winter prompt list? I hope you're having a good day/night!

Hello!! Of course!!

Here is 2. Pressing your cold nose against their neck from this promptlist for you!!

(i had a couple leftover asks from the Autumn prompts, so I asked them to send in a Winter prompt instead, to fit the season)

this was beta read by me and Grammarly, because writing's not that easy, but Grammarly can help /ref (it sucked btw)

The Molina family had some strange holiday traditions, Luke had come to realize over the last couple years of knowing them. Of course, they celebrated Christmas differently than his family, being Puerto Rican and all, those are definitely not the strange traditions he’s talking about (in fact, he really enjoys it, mostly the food though, he was delighted when he'd been invited to their Christmas Eve dinner for the first time).

No.

There were however the annual “Pyjama ‘Home Alone’ Watch Party”, the “Who Can Buy The Ugliest Tree Ornament Contest”, and the “Building A Snowman So High It’ll Fall Over Mission”, among other things. And then what Luke found by far the strangest, the “Ice Camping In The Mountains Trip” between Christmas and New Year.

That’s where he found himself, in the car, about to reach their destination. Ray had invited him to come along, now that he and Julie had been dating for over a year, much to Carlo’s protests about having to watch him and his sister be lovey-dovey for two days straight. Luke had accepted the invitation, of course, any opportunity to spend time with Julie was taken, although he hadn’t really been sure what exactly “Ice Camping In The Mountains Trip” implied. Then again, he could’ve guessed, because it implied exactly what it was called—a camping trip into the mountains, like up there, where there was ice.

He was already wearing too many clothes for his liking, a sweater with a shirt underneath, a hat, and a scarf, and they hadn’t even exited the car yet. Julie next to him didn't look any different, minus the hat, but she was huddled up in an incredibly soft-looking knitted sweater, that he had felt the urge to hug her in since she had put it on at their last fuel stop. Carlos probably wouldn't approve.

"Five more minutes, guys," Ray announced from behind the wheel, Carlos bouncing in his seat next to him. When Luke looked out the window, he found a thin layer of snow covering everything that wasn't the street, and he shuddered at the sight of it.

"It may look cold now, but it's gonna be really cozy once we set the tent up," Julie told him quietly.

His head snapped towards her. "Tent?"

She frowned at him. "Yeah, tent. How else would we be camping?"

Luke opened and closed his mouth like a fish. "I was hoping on a caravan. Maybe a cabin," he said eventually.

"Cabins are for losers!" Carlos called from the front. "Tents are the real deal!"

"It's minus degrees out there," Luke tried.

"Don't be silly," Julie said and patted his hand, "it's just below 30°F."

Still super fucking cold.

"You won't freeze, Luke," Ray assured him. "We've done this so many times. We have sleeping bags and many blankets and a portable heater."

"And each other," Julie added, slipping her hand into his. Luke smiled at that. He did like the prospect of cuddling with Julie the whole night.

"Ew, gross!" Carlos seemed to disagree. "Dad, they're already holding hands, I can't do this!"

Ray chuckled. "Calm down, mijo, we've talked about boundaries." He caught Luke's eyes in the rearview mirror. Luke nodded back at him, nervous, even though he had nothing to worry about. He really wasn't up for anything other than maybe a small kiss while being around Julie's dad. Ray turned back to the front and addressed his son again. "Wait till you have a partner of your own, then you'll get the two."

Carlos crossed his arms. "I'm never gonna fall in love and have a partner. I'm gonna stay single, like Bobby."

Luke couldn't help but chuckle. "Reggie is Bobby's partner though, even though he doesn't fall in love."

"Yeah, but only platonic. Not as gross as you two."

Luke resisted the urge to tell him that even though Reggie and Bobby were queerplatonic partners, they did kiss sometimes, just because it was fun, and were more touchy than he and Julie. He doubted Carlos would enjoy knowing that.

So instead, to tease him more, he leaned over to Julie and made obnoxious kissing noises. Carlos immediately groaned, turning away, but Julie laughed brightly. She smiled at him when he stopped, eyes fond.

"Idiot," she muttered, then pecked his lips.

They reached the small campsite they were headed to not much later, a large area with benches and fireplaces all over. Luke started freezing the second he stepped out the door, but Julie just placed his flannel coat over his shoulders and shoved a bag with pegs into his hands.

“Working will get you warm,” she said, then patted his cheek and walked off to help her brother unpack the car.

Luke helped Ray set up the tent. To Luke’s surprise, it went really well, considering historically he was not the best guy to set up tents with. But Ray seemed to have mastered the art after years of it, so the hardest part was getting the pegs into the slightly frozen ground, which Luke eventually resigned to using a log for.

Then he watched Julie and Carlos set up a fire in the fireplace, Ray watching them carefully. Julie had asked Luke if he wanted her to teach him how to do it, but he declined, too scared to accidentally set their tent on fire in the process. So he just watched them do it, impressed by how quickly they got it to light aflame, even in the cold.

Everything got a bit more comfortable after that. They were wrapped in jackets and blankets, Luke and Julie huddled close next to each other, the fire heating their cold fingertips. They had dinner and Ray even brought out marshmallows, crackers, and chocolate for s’mores, to all of their delight.

Despite Luke’s hesitation about the whole thing, and the fact that he couldn’t feel his toes, he had a lot of fun. The campsite was basically deserted apart from a group of hikers at the other side, so they were not embarrassed to sing a song or two, Carlos doing his best at keeping up a rhythm on the back of his plate. It was cold as hell, but Luke really got why the Molina’s have made this one of their winter traditions—the smiles on everyone’s faces could have lit up the world, and Luke felt himself warming up a bit from the inside out.

The sun set quickly, stars littering the night sky that were a spectacle of their own, but eventually, it got too dark and late and cold, and they decided that it was time to head to sleep.

Carlos was grumbling again. It was a tent with two compartments, but instead of getting to share one with Julie, he had to sleep in the one with his dad, which he said, “snores like a bear!” Ray suggested he could sleep outside if it bothered him that much, which made Carlos shut up about it quickly.

And then finally, Julie and Luke were laying down on the air mattress, a little cold but comfortable, two blankets ready to go and another one at the side, looking forward to cuddling. Luke pulled Julie close the second they were horizontal, and she let him, hugging his middle.

“I know you feel cold, but you’re like a portable heater from the outside,” she commented as she pushed her face into his chest.

He laughed. “Thanks.” He brushed a hand over the back of her head, hair wrapped in a silk scarf to keep from going frizzy. “Are you warm enough?”

“I don’t know, you tell me,” she responded. Luke frowned, confused, but then she tilted her head upwards and pushed her ice-cold nose into the side of his neck.

Luke yelped and reeled back. Julie just cackled. She turned her head to push it into his shoulder instead.

“Jesus Christ, Jules!” he let out, now laughing with her.

“The chance was too good not to take it,” she said around a giggle.

He sighed loudly but chuckled. His neck calmed down from the shock and he relaxed back into his pillow, turning towards her.

“Come here then,” he said. When she looked up at him, he gently took her chin and tilted her head upwards a bit, so he could press a lingering kiss to her nose. “Gotta warm you up,” he whispered, before kissing her forehead as well.

She giggled. “Thanks.” She reached up to kiss his lips. “Love you.”

Luke’s chest warmed at her words. He kissed her back. “Love you too,” he muttered into her lips.

They melted into each other, a slow cocoon of heat enveloping them underneath the blankets. But the peace wouldn’t stay long.

“Dad, I can hear them being gross from here!” Carlos called. It was followed by a deep sigh.

“You won’t hear them if you go to sleep,” Ray responded tiredly.

“But—ouch!” There was a rustling noise coming from the other side. “Did you just kick me?”

“I know nothing.”

More rustling.

Then, “Luke, if I apologize, will you let me switch?”

“No chance, dude,” Luke called back. Julie snickered as she curled back around him.

#pushing the aroace!Bobby agenda #i write juke so rarely but they're so soft i love them! #thanks for sending this in!! #linden writes stuff #linden answers asks #julie and the phantoms #juke #luke patterson #julie molina #ray molina #carlos molina

[einprotagonist]

A Trek To Tungnath

Uttarakhand is known to be the Land of Gods for its mesmerizing beauty throughout the state. It has 5 Shiva Temples on top of mountain peaks which are known as Panch Kedar. The highest of Panch Kedar is Tungnath temple, right before Chandrashila peak, sitting at 3680m altitude with breath-taking views – sometimes literally.

The trek to Tungnath begins at Chopta, where water in the pipelines remains frozen during most nights. These temperatures were very different from what I’ve been used to in my city, where average temperature of day remains above 31° C for 2/3rd part of the year. There was an adrenaline rush in veins and thrill drove us to not only live with the situations but enjoy them with all our heart.

The three of us - Suyash, Avinash and I - decided to go on a trip to explore some of the places amongst which Chopta & Tungnath were two on the list. After exploring a few sights, we reached Chopta for a night’s stay so that we can start our trek to Tungnath early morning next day. Temperatures in the evening were 4-5 degree Celsius and our punk asses could not care less, we went out to take photos and look around. Everything far was covered in snow and near us was all ice. We wanted snow, not ice - excited & waiting for the next day. Haha.

There were like hardly 50-60 residential houses which also allowed stays for tourists. Some 4-5 dhaba (restaurants) and a couple small tea stalls. The most expensive thing was water out of all drinks, because you need to drink it more and there is a shortage of it around the valley. Shortage because water freezes, even in the water supply pipelines.

Temperatures dropped below zero at night and we didn’t move an inch while sleeping in those warm blankets, the air leaking inside from the gaps in windows was totally the villain for all of us. We fell asleep while cracking jokes, grabbing our types of drinks and sharing stories about our lives. The morning came and we got ready, locked our room and headed straight towards the peak. It was a hard time getting fresh in morning for the three of us in that small bathroom with just 1 bucket of water and taps being useless. The scenes can not be compared to anything nor can be described so easily.

There are many stories behind how these temples came into existence and I learned about the most popular one later, it was an interesting story. A Hindu mythologic tale exists which speaks about how these temples came into existence –after winning the war against Kauravas, the Pandavas realized that they needed to atone for the sins which they’d done by killing their own brothers and priests in the war. They went to search for Lord Shiva’s blessings while Lord Shiva did not want to meet them so he went into hiding. These Panch Kedar are the places where Lord Shiva ultimately hid himself and the Pandavas found him after travelling mountains before finally being freed of their sins.

It is interesting how this story connects to what most travellers would feel in their own tales too, excluding the war and killing parts ofcourse. I had a tough year before deciding to go on this trek – Covid, job scarcity and family problems. When I overcame all these mentally and finally felt like I’ve won the battle against my problems – I went seeking peace and relief at Tungnath. The landscape beauty was evidently godlike and was visible throughout my journey towards the temple. It was a challenging task though, I fell and slipped – got ill but never skipped. Is this how peace and relief was trying to hide from me too?

The trek was not easy, we did not have enough water to begin with and then we donated whatever we had to a family on their way up because their kid fell ill. We knew that eating snow wouldn’t cut it but we tried that once or twice too. My shoes were pretty well suited for the trek overall and it was fun to watch people slip down the path after hard worked climb - am I evil? Maybe. LOL.

Just before reaching the temple, I was out of breath and out of determination to finish it. Avinash and Suyash kept calling me from ahead, I stopped only 50m behind but it seemed undoable at that moment. I finally gathered courage and picked myself back up (I was literally lying on the side of path for few seconds). We made it. We did it.

Upon reaching there, it felt like I’ve reached the top of world – a never-ending dose of confidence despite staying hungry for hours and running out of water earlier than expected. The happiness and calm on top overshadowed every other feeling that I had, it was a moment of pure relief when one can hear their own breath and winds around.

Call it the lords, call it nature or call it whatever you want – the stories from the past will always connect to you if you look at them through the right lens. Tungnath made me realize how beautiful and teaching my life has been, at the end of every chapter there is a new beginning waiting for us to join hands and move forward with new plans for life.

Until next trip people! :)

#tungnath #chopta #uttarakhand #travel #travel blog #blog #friends #trip #india #mountains #landscape #scene #scenary #beautiful #Journey #live life

[rphelperblog]

Jack Dawson- Titanic Quote Rp Meme

Requested by @jackdawsonsghost​

“Where to, Miss?”

“I’m the king of the world!”

“Promise me you’ll survive. That you won’t give up, no matter what happens. No matter how hopeless.”

“You jump, I jump remember? I can’t turn away without knowing you’ll be all right.”

“I figure life‘s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you…to make each day count.”

“Don’t you do that, don’t say your good-byes. Not yet, do you understand me?”

“I’m gonna have to get you to write that one down.”

“You’re so stupid. Why did you do that, huh? You’re so stupid. Why did you do that? Why?”

"Somebody's life's about to change"

"Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me... it brought me to you."

"Fine people, I figure life is a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you... to make each day count."

"I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper."

"When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose."

“No, no, that's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could've happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out?"

"Music to drown by. Now I know I'm in first class."

"That's the beauty of it. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up."

"For me, Paris was more about living on the streets and trying to put it on paper."

"Seeing her coming out of the darkness like a ghost ship, it still gets me every time."

“Come on, just give me your hand. I'll pull you back over.”

“It would hurt. I'm not saying it wouldn't. Tell you the truth, I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold.

“Freezing. Maybe a couple degrees over. You ever, uh, you ever been to Wisconsin?”

“Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?”

“I saw that in a nickelodeon once and I always wanted to do it.”

“Shhh. Gimme your hand. Now close your eyes, go on. Now step up. Now hold on to the railing. Keep your eyes closed, don't peek.”

“God! Look at that thing! You would've gone straight to the bottom.”

“Wait, wait, wait! Take a couple practice swings over there.”

“Good! Now try and hit the same mark again, Rose. You can do it!”

“I'm gonna dance with her now, all right?”

“What, they didn't teach you that in finishing school?”

“The best I've seen, ma'am. Hardly any rats”

“ All right, the moment of truth. Somebody's life is about to change..”

“So, you wanna go to a real party?”

“That's one of the good things about Paris: lots of girls willing to take their clothes off.”

“Well, she has beautiful hands, see?”

“ She was a one-legged prostitute. See? Ah, she had a good sense of humour though.”

“You want to walk a little faster through that valley there?”

“Well, there's been a mistake. You're not one of them. You got mailed to the wrong address.”

“No caviar for me, thanks. Never did like it much.”

“Why can’t you just answer the question?”

“you’re no picnic, all right? You’re a spoiled little brat, even, but under that, you’re the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl, woman that I’ve ever known.”

“You’re gonna get out of here, you’re gonna go on and you’re gonna make lots of babies, and you’re gonna watch them grow. You’re gonna die an old… an old lady warm in her bed, not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?” 

“That’s what everybody says, but with all due respect Miss, I’m not the one hanging off the back of a ship here.”

#open to everyone #open to all #Open to anything #open to anyone #open #open starter #open rp #Open roleplay #ask roleplay #ask prompt #Ask memes #ask meme #ask #rp muses #roleplay musings #Specify muse #open to anybody #open historical roleplay #open historical starter #open historical rp #open titanic roleplay #open titanic rp #open fantasy roleplay #open fantasy starter #open fantasy rp

[pantherazuredevil]

Japan Trip 2023 - Day 2 (Tashirojima) Part 1

Day 2's highlight was also one of the main highlights of my trip - a long journey to an island off the coast of Sendai, one of the designated Cat Islands of Japan, Tashirojima (田代島).

In what would be an early start to a long day, I woke up to prepare at 6, then went for breakfast at 6:30 AM. Due to how rushed I was, I couldn't even enjoy it. There was a handout at check-in that made me believe wrongly it might be ramen, despite having booked what I knew to be a breakfast buffet. It turns out the ramen was for some night-time snack for free instead, if one chose to order it. The buffet itself was just decent, nothing special, I didn't eat as much as I could because of the fear that I might not make it in time for the first ferry to Tashirojima. It was filling enough. I departed at 7 AM or so, and almost missed my train as I was unfamiliar with train stations and the area. It turned out that I got on the same manga train as the video in which I first saw for Tashirojima and the one which would eventually make me decide to choose Tashirojima as my Cat Island of choice.

It took an hour by local train to reach the area where the ferry terminal was, so it was quite some distance away from Sendai Station. There were lots of shaking but nothing different from SG's MRTs, but the train was forced to emergency brake at one point, adding some 10 minutes of delay or so. I was fretting over whether I could make it for the first ferry.

There was also a Japanese couple who ended up talking throughout the journey till they alighted, as well as a group of school boys who made quite the racket when they got on. People saying that Japanese trains are quiet clearly mean the majority of people are quiet, because in the end, there will always be people who do things out of the average.

When I got off the train, I was immediately smacked hard in the face by the wall of cold. The temperature showed 8 degrees Celsius, a temperature I was entirely unaccustomed to. Adding to that my natural weakness against the cold, a jacket alone definitely didn't cut it. I walked speedily to the ferry terminal, a 10-minute brisk walk away. The tickets were easily bought as the machine also had English instructions, though a staff member also stood by in case and helped me with some stuff, passing me a sheet with last boat timings and a map. I noted the early hour of the last boat's departure from Tashirojima. It was then a short wait before boarding the See Cat, which is in the picture above. You can also see a short video of me walking to the See Cat here.

I went up straight to the top deck in this freezing weather, what a genius idea that was. I knew the risks and I still took them. It was very loud though, due to the air-conditioning compressors and what-not machinery. The winds were constant up there, and it was just cold as hell. Nice views though, but the bitter cold.

The boat picked up people first from the ferry terminal I got on at, then went to another nearby ferry terminal to pick up more passengers, and a bunch of what I assumed to be male workers came to the top deck as well, shattering the noisy peace I had. They were there mainly to be able to smoke and chit-chat, though from time to time one or two tourists would also come on deck to take pictures of the surrounding sea view.

It was a generally gentle ride to the island, and I took what photos and videos I could in the cold weather. Here's an extremely ill-advised video I took under almost freezing conditions. I suspected that the wind chill temperature was close to 0 Celsius. Freezing my ass off was an understatement.

The ferry first stopped at Odomari, a less used port on Tashirojima. This port is more popular with anglers, and this could be seen from the number of people holding fishing gear and the like that got off. We then moved on to Nitoda, the port with more cats and the one generally meant for tourists to the island. By the time I got off the boat, my fingers were mostly numb thanks to the unrelenting cold.

The island itself isn't super big, but it also depends on what one would want to see. For cats, there's actually only a region of the island where they're more likely to be found, and the signs pointed to "More Cats" on the left and "Less Cats" on the right (towards Odomari). Naturally, I took the left path. Here's a video of the view of the sea from the island at one point, showing how quiet the island actually is.

I saw quite a number of cats almost immediately, and others were also going up to them and all. Much to my dismay, my fingers were so cold that most cats would simply move off at so much as a touch, but there were a few that eventually allowed me to stroke and pet them. These communally owned cats are definitely not like the abandoned strays back home I'm used to, and most didn't really enjoy the petting. Feeding is not allowed by tourists as the islanders do feed the cats and any extra might hurt the cats' health.

I walked a whole ton on the island throughout the morning till the time I had to leave. There were also long pathways with no cats, so one should keep that in mind if one wants to visit the island. I looked for a toilet not too long after I arrived, only to find that I had to walk all the way back to Nitoda Port for one, so going before you get on the ferry, or right after you land at Nitoda would be a good idea. Toilets are few and far between on the island.

If I remember rightly, this kitty in the shot right above allowed me to pet it for a bit. All the cats on the island have names and the islanders can clearly tell them apart, especially ones nearer the cafe which I'll talk about shortly.

Cats at a fork in the road with one path going uphill. In the early part of the residential area right after leaving Nitoda Port, you can often find a few or several like these spread out across the landscape, minding their own business.

These were some lovely kitties I saw, though there were definitely quite a number who also needed medication regularly, due to fights that occur between the cats. They're communally owned and allowed to run free on the island, so they would, in a sense, be no different than strays that have to defend their own territory fiercely to avoid being bullied by other cats.

More kitties that I saw while exploring. Truth be told, I was aiming to reach the island's cafe, Shima no Eki, by lunchtime as I had seen from the video I linked early in the post that lunchtime also meant feeding time for the cats at the cafe, which would be quite the sight in person.

This lovely cutesy allowed me to pet it for quite a bit and enjoyed the petting. Ah, to feel the warmth of a cat...if I could feel anything through my numb fingers that is. I was grateful it allowed me to pet it at all, that was how cold my hands were.

I reached Shima no Eki at about just after 11 AM. There were already people there gushing over the cats, and I took a while to also enjoy the sight of cats milling about the outside seats, or generally enjoying and relaxing themselves outside the cafe waiting for lunch. I then went in and ordered a kitsune udon for ￥770, which turned out to be hot and good, just nice to warm me up for a bit. I sat inside for a while since I didn't want to leave the cafe's warmer atmosphere, and I was also a little tired from walking and had to take a rest.

It was after 11:30 AM when I went outside after asking the owner about their meal-time, to which he looked at the clock and replied "Soon". While outside waiting, I took a short video of the cats on the tables.

One of the cats kept trying to get into the cafe, and it actually succeeded once while I was eating. The cat in question was named Subaru, and I knew this because when it got inside, it was discovered by the cafe shopkeeper/owner who then picked it up saying "だめだよすばる", to which it meowed and he replied "いいわけじゃない". Amusing, to say the least. Here's a short video of Subaru making one of his many attempts.

There were quite the number of people coming for both lunch as well as the cats' mealtime. Anticipation was definitely high in the air. The owner was finally ready and brought out a large pot of food that he had cooked for the cats, after laying out the split bamboo poles you see in the picture above that are used to hold the cats' food. Here's a short video I took of the number of cats eagerly awaiting their lunch as the owner prepared their bowls and stuff.

Needless to say, feeding time was a frenzied affair. The cats all rushed the poor owner for their food, and there were some small fights here and there. Injured cats were more readily seen here, and the owner also came out to put medication on some of them before and after feeding.

At one point there were cries of "かわいい" all around and the owner went "You're all going this is kawaii but to me it's actually scary" and everyone laughed. It was true though, the way the gang of cats just simply rushed to his spoon as he tried to scoop out the food onto the poles was a little harrowing. I wouldn't want to be in his position, and he has to do this daily. It was a lovely atmosphere overall though, and some of the cats were also eating on top of the tables and being petted by others.

Well fed cats sitting around enjoying their post-meal relaxation time. There were easily 40-50 cats in the area.

More relaxed cats sitting directly in front of the cafe. You can see them through the windows from inside.

I sat right in front of this lovely kitty and took pictures of it, sadly by the time I remembered to take photos it was clearly interested in something else in the distance and wouldn't look directly at my camera. The fur is so lovely though for a communally owned cat.

After staying there for some time, I decided to keep walking on in search of the cat shrine I had seen in the video, and not too far from Shima no Eki, I came upon it. Of course, I simply asked for permission to the spirits that might be in the area for a photo, which is shown below. It would be rude otherwise.

I then continued on to Odomari Port, and all along the way there were no cats to be seen after leaving Shima no Eki. There were times where I would simply stand there alone on the path after walking a distance, listening to just the howling wind and the rustling of the trees, and realize just how quiet and far away I was from civilization for the first time I could remember. This was the kind of tranquility that I had wanted to escape to, even for a short bit, and it definitely seemed almost mystical to me in the way it all seemed to come together. A most serene and almost other-worldy experience, I would say.

The view of Odomari Port as shown in the picture above. I had already realized quite long ago there were no cats to be had, and by this time also understood that I had seen all the island had to offer me in terms of cats, so I made my way back to Shima no Eki to enjoy the remaining time I had left with a place I knew that at least had cats.

Continued in Day 2 Part 2

#Japan #Japan Trip 2023 #Tashirojima #Cat Island #cats

[rk1kinspiration]

Titanic au

He's suffocating.  

The room is crowded and he feels like he's screaming at the top of his lungs, yet nobody seems to hear. He needs- he has to get out – has to -  

Connor doesn't know where he's going, but he's running, the pressure in his chest making him sob as he does. He runs until there's nowhere else to run, until there's nothing but the ocean staring back at him, the water dark in the night.

Watching the waves provides him with a strange calm, he can feel the chains tying him to the ship, to a life he doesn't want, a life that will suffocate him. Without much thought he climbs on the railing and over it, trying to get away from the ship that's dragging him away from freedom.

He stares at the water below, at the propellors that will kill him within seconds. He's afraid, but it's not as strong as the pressure on his chest. Connor takes in a shaky breath as a final tear rolls from his eye, and he leans forward.

“Don't do it.”

Instinctively, Connor grabs the railing tight again, turning his head to see a man approaching him, one hand carefully extended as if he's ready to grab him.

“Stay back! Don't come any closer!”  

The man doesn’t listen, casually tells him he'll just pull Connor back. Back to his prison.

“No, stay where you are, I mean it.” His voice is shaking, lacking the authority it needs, but the man seems to listen and realizes Connor is serious. For good measure, he adds, “I'll let go.”

Connor glances back at the water, and when he looks at the man again, he has a cigarette in his hand. He gestures towards the water, and takes a few steps forwards to toss it away. Warily, Connor lets him.

The man looks at him, his two-colored eyes flicking to the water before making contact. He looks nervous, but he lifts his chin. “No, you won't.”

Connor frowns at him, annoyance rising in his chest. “What do you mean, ‘no I won't’? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do, you don't know me.”

“Well,” The man says, his hands now in the pockets of his cheap coat. “You would've done it already.”

The audacity. “You're distracting me, go away!”

He looks back at the water, just wishing to be left alone. Can't he even end his own life without someone else controlling him?

The man talks about how he can't walk away now that he's involved, and that he will jump after Connor if he lets go. To demonstrate his point, he takes off his jacket. He must be crazy, Connor decides.

“Don't be absurd,” He says. “You'll be killed.”

“I'm a good swimmer.”

Connor resists the urge to roll his eyes. Like that matters, the fall alone would be deadly. He tells the man as such, but the stranger seems unconcerned about that.

“To tell you the truth, I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold.” He looks up at Connor, trying to gauge his reaction. Connor hesitates.

“How cold?”

“Freezing,” The man says as he undoes his shoes. “Maybe a couple degrees over.” He drops his shoes to the floor and stands straight again. “You ever eh, you ever been to Wisconsin?”

Because of the turmoil of emotions inside of Connor, that question seems so out of place, and it just doesn't register properly. “What?”

The man glances at him before looking at the oceans, telling him about the winters there and how he grew up, about ice fishing and yes Connor knows what ice fishing is but he gets more confused as to what this man is trying to accomplish.

“Sorry, you just-” The man glances him up and down. “Seems more like an in-door guy.”

I wish I wasn't. The despair that's driven Connor here in the first place comes slamming back, and he does his best to listen as the man describes how much water that cold will hurt him. The man shrugs. “Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping after you, but like I said, I don't have a choice.” He locks eyes with Connor again, face open and hopeful, so different than anyone in Connor's life would ever look like. “I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the rail and get me off the hook here.”

Connor suddenly realizes how close the man has come, feeling stupid for not seeing through his tactics earlier, but he's also kind of glad. Still, it would be better if he just left. “You're crazy.”

“That's what everybody says but,” He leans closer, and Connor can see him from the corner of his eye as he looks at the water. “With all due respect sir, I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here.”

He extends his hand, telling Connor he doesn't want to do this and... He's right. Connor doesn’t want to do this, he wants to live, but he just needed out – needed to breathe.

Slowly, Connor lets go of the rail with one hand, placing it in the stranger's darker one. He turns around, careful to not slip and as he looks up he's met with two gorgeous eyes of the man who just saved his life, and he can't look away.

The man smiles, letting out a relieved phew.

“I'm Markus Manfred.”

“Connor Stern.”

Markus smiles at him and pulls him closer, ready to get him back on the ship, and for the first time in a long while, Connor feels as if it might be all okay.

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Brad appreciated Elliot letting him know that she had purchased a gun for protection. She was going to take it to the shooting range to practice shooting since she had never used a gun before and she was a little nervous. He reminded her to keep both of her eyes open and shoot straight. What kind of gun did she get? It was a Glock 20 with twenty-millimeter rounds. It was a little bigger than her hand. Did she have a lock box or a safe? No, she would buy one.

Good. Even though she didn’t have kids, he didn’t want the cats accidentally setting it off. Neither did she. He had shot guns before but they were filled with blanks, instead of real bullets. If she needed advice or help, he would do the best he could to help her. She would. How were the animals? Duchess was a little impatient with her earlier when she was cleaning her hooves.

“What’d you do?”

“I used my mom’s voice and she apologized. Milo is sitting on Mike’s lap right now and Phoenix is with Bear.”

He laughed. “That’s adorable. Is she usually stubborn or was it just a bad day?”

“She is usually pretty good but she has her moments. Lady is the stubborn one. She came over after I scolded her to make sure she was okay. Then, one of the dogs used the floor as a bathroom right after I swept.”

He laughed again. Which dog was it? It was Rocky. Oh, no. She had to clean it up, which she did with a couple of paper towels. The dogs had followed them into the barn and were running around while she was working. Did they get near the horses? No, they were afraid of them. After talking for a while, he had to say goodbye because Anna had come over to pick up Shiloh. They both said I love you and goodbye.

Since she had the call on speaker, the guys could hear both sides of the conversation. He sounded happy and healthy. How often did she talk to him? It was about once or twice a week. It depended on what he and the kids were doing. They saw him and the kids about once or twice a month. They were told that the kids were homeschooled and traveled around with him, just like she had. Shiloh was the only one in school because Anna didn’t want her to miss the opportunity to interact with other children.

Did she regret that? Not really because she never had the experience of going to school. She learned more than what school could teach her about the world and people. Those experiences were ones she would never otherwise have. She had two options and either way she chose would have her missing her father or missing Mike and Anna. It was a tough decision but she didn’t regret it.

Mike wasn’t offended. He always wanted her to have those opportunities and he enjoyed those moments when she stayed with them. There were things he didn’t agree with: drinking and smoking. Yeah, her father told her once that he regretted that because she was only a child. He was just thankful she didn’t become dependent upon them. She would never start smoking again because of the cancer risk. Good! She deserved a lifetime without lung cancer!

It was too damn cold to be standing outside with a cigarette! They laughed. The first winter, she questioned whether or not she had made the right decision. The bartender made fun of her once for saying fifty degrees was cold. That was warm for them! They wore sweatshirts in forty-degree weather while she was in a winter hat and mittens.

When the snow fell for the first time, she felt like a little kid who wanted to go outside and play. She had to buy winter gear: hats, mittens, boots, jackets, and scarves for the first time. Overalls were her best friend because they were waterproof and they kept her body warm. They also fit perfectly over her boots, keeping her feet warm. They didn’t know if they could live somewhere cold. They were too used to living in California.

“It’s not for the faint of heart. Everything in your nose freezes. Forty degrees is a heatwave. Some people go out in just their sweatshirts, while I’m still freezing my ass off.”

“You have three fireplaces, I think you will be warm enough”, Mike joked.

“All three fireplaces are essential to survival! I wrap myself up in blankets and become a cat.”

They laughed. You’re adorable.

Shiloh was eighteen and ready to graduate high school. Brad wasn’t ready to let her go. He would prefer she stayed in high school forever, so she couldn’t move on. What if he invented a potion that made her stay home with him? She told him no way. He laughed. Anna also wasn’t ready to have her leave home, though she was extremely proud of her. Zahara was already in college at Spelman University in Atlanta while Maddox was at Yonsei College in South Korea.

At fourteen years old, Knox and Vivienne were in seventh grade while Pax was getting ready to graduate high school. The kids had zero contact with Angelina after Brad left her. They didn’t want anything to do with her after seeing how she treated him. She had waged a public campaign against him accusing him of being abusive towards them and he even had the FBI investigate him due to a report of abuse.

He was found innocent of any wrongdoing. His friends and family stuck by him because he was the victim of abuse, not the abuser. Shiloh was headstrong and stubborn, so she butted heads with Anna. When she was three, she insisted she was a boy named John. Growing up, she wore boys’ clothes and played with her brothers. She’s your daughter. He laughed. Yes, she was. She reminded them of Elliot when she was younger.

Horses were interesting animals. They had been around for hundreds of years and had come to the new world by the Spanish in the fourteen hundreds. They were used as transportation and pets. Elliot loved them because they were comforting to her. They were intimidating and scary, though they wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Mike and Phoenix were a little scared of them at first because they towered over them but soon, they were able to gently pet them. Lady and Duchess. They watched them galloping outside. It was twenty degrees outside but they were perfectly happy running around in the snow. Elliot had her new gun ready, in case she had to scare off any predators. She also had her bat with her. The horses chased after each other, like kids running around. They looked like they were having fun.

She had thrown an inflatable ball in and they were kicking it around. Despite how cold it was, they were having fun watching them. Lady nudged the ball with her head while Duchess tried eating the snow. As toddlers, they were exploring their surroundings and had energy for days. They were also learning how to behave. Elliot was doing a great job with that.

They could both tell by the tone of her voice when they were in trouble. Positive reinforcement. After they had corrected their behavior, she gave them a kiss or a pet. I love you. They loved her too. She was their human. After running around for an hour, they both got tired and cold. They went back inside the barn, where they could eat and have fresh water. Their hooves tapped on the concrete floor as they went back to their stalls. Tap. Tap. Tap.

After making sure they were okay, the three of them went back inside. Rocky and Bear came to greet them at the door. They had been abandoned and she smelled like horses. Their food bowls were also empty and they were about to die of hunger. She sighed and asked them to give her a few minutes. Phoenix and Mike laughed. Her work was never done. She agreed!

Her animals could be very demanding, especially when they were hungry. The cats, seeing an opportunity for food, also came over and started meowing. Human, I’m hungry! Meow. Meow. After getting her outdoor clothes off, she fed the dogs before feeding the cats. She then checked on her fish.

They were happily swimming around. She had fed them at breakfast, so they were good for twenty-four hours. Milo thanked her for feeding him by rubbing against her legs. She bent over and picked him up. Did she name her animals? No, they all came with names. She decided not to change them because she didn’t want to confuse them.

“It’s interesting because when I mention Milo and Lily, people think I’m talking about my kids. I have to tell them no, I’m talking about my cats.”

“I love your dogs’ names. Rocky and Bear. If I had two German shepherds, I would name them Rocky and Bullwinkle”, Phoenix joked.

“That’s perfect! If I get another German Shepard puppy, that will be their name. Rocky, Bullwinkle, and Bear.”

“You’re welcome”, he joked.

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