#major mango speaking

[blurrymango]

Attempting to analyze the Lyrics of Captain Chicken.

But then getting lost in the funky Grooves.

Oh well. My honest reaction.

#mango man speaks #gorillaz #it's giving. faggotry. #del literally says ''i come out in a major way'' #2d saying the chicken is his god. and also tasty. #what did you mean by that sir. #2d wants cock. clearly.

[mmangaboi]

saw a post by @achairwithapandaonit saying to share every file name in your wip folder, and so i thought id share mine with yall! (just a note that this includes both fics and drawings)

oop pnf angst

pt 5 goemon angst

Ace fic bcause frick food tech

longswords and tasers

hehehehe

happyboi

blasty boi

dnd crossover

FellPaps

ehehehhehehhehhe

forest plays piano now ok

goemon pose practice

MaxxieCliff

robin's cottage cheese

#just be aware the majority of these will never be finished probably #i left out a few titles that were boring/too descriptive #mango speaks

[linnorabeifong]

Some Adorable Linzin

This work still needs some major editing and I have a love-hate relationship with it. Might delete parts, can't decide whether or not to write part two.

"Heels"

Tenzin always felt something for Lin. From the moment she was born he was infatuated with her. She was his favorite playmate, his first friend. Even as a toddler he would follow after her as she clumsily stumbled and wobbled about the island.

She was his closest friend when he was a boy. He would find her up a tree after one of her frequent arguments with Su and use his airbending to propel himself up onto the limb next to her. She would shoot him a jealous glare that would soften when he produced mangoes from the pockets of his robes. Every time she would smile and thank him, “My favorite ! You remembered.” she would squeal excitedly before biting into the fruit and letting the juices dribble down her chin. They would spend hours up in their own little world above everyone laughing and holding hands.

She returned the favor, arriving at the island with pastries she had made herself. Offering him the pineapple buns. The golden patterned crust is crispy and covered in crunchy sugar crystals; the bun underneath is soft. He asks her where she learned to bake like this, and she tells him all about a book of recipes she found at the library. He loves the way she speaks with her hands, so animated and excited. He bites into another bun. Them being made by her hands make them infinitely sweeter. She begins bringing them more regularly and they quickly become a favorite breakfast, buttered up and unceremoniously dunked into mugs of milk tea.

His heartbeat fluttered as they sparred. He could see her muscles tense as she created a wall of earth and pushed it towards him, hoping to break his concentration. He sidesteps easily, and uses his airbending to try and sweep her feet from underneath her. Her horse stance is too stable for him to succeed. “That old trick twinkletoes ?” she says. She knocks him over with a clod of earth to the shin. “Stop making this so easy for me” she groans. He smiles, she is right where he wants her. If his bending won’t work he’ll win this match the old fashioned way. He grabs at both of her ankles and pulls her down with him. They roll about on the ground until finally she claims victory. She gets up and parts her lips, showing him her teeth. He stands and shakes her hand “Good match” he says, “likewise airhead” she says pressing her hand against the new tattoo on his forehead before grabbing her things.

Citrus season comes and Tenzin climbs the trees around the island. Using his airbending to reach the very tops where the largest juiciest fruits await him. He spends hours filling baskets, then makes his way to her apartment, knocking politely before bestowing his gift upon her. She grins at him and bows her head as she accepts it. Something about the way her lips purse as she enjoys the sour fruit makes his heart race. The way she hums her satisfaction, before handing him the other half of her snack made him desperate for air. The way she makes eye contact with him as she sucks a grapefruit dry. Tilting her head, glancing at him curiously through her heavy lashes, when he explains that they are too bitter for his liking. It all enchants him.

She reciprocates, bringing him to Narook’s for some noodles with a few of her friends. Two chatty girls greet him politely, and a stocky boy eagerly shakes his hand. Then a stranger nods at him and steals his seat right next to Lin.

Apparently he is her boyfriend, some shifty fire bender who never took his hands off her. Draping an arm over her delicate shoulders, a hand holding hers, fingers reaching underneath the table for her shapely calves or shockingly a palm resting on her thigh. Blatant. Suggestive even. Some would say possessive. Tenzin is red with rage, who does this man think he is ? Just touching Lin Beifong like that. Casually. In public. Does he have no concern for her reputation ?

She giggles. Lin Beifong giggles. A sound he hasn’t heard in years. The boy looks at him grinning before he wraps his arms around her waist. She bats at his hands playfully before returning to the story she was telling. Tenzin makes eye contact with the bastard again. In spite of his vow of pacifism, he wants to connect his knuckles with the cad’s jaw.

“Got a problem ?” the boyfriend growls at him. “Kenny be nice,” Lin says, placing her hand gently on his arm. Then she takes her other hand and places it on his jaw. The jaw Tenzin wanted to break. She rubs her thumb across his stubble, then boops his nose with her pointer finger and laughs. A delicate, feminine sound. A sound that scoundrel doesn’t deserve to hear. She leans into him, pressing her chest against his “Remember what I said earlier,” she says softly before whispering in his ear. She is not loud enough for anyone at another table to hear her but unfortunately not quiet enough for Tenzin to miss what she said: “Bad boys don’t get dessert”. Tenzin thinks he is growing to be sick all over the table after hearing those words from her lips. Those indecent words directed at such a filthy lowlife.

One uncomfortable hour later the meal is finally over, thank the spirits. On their way out she grabs him by the wrist and takes him aside, “Sorry about Ken being an ass earlier, he’s just jealous because he thinks you have a crush on me. Silly, right ?”

It was silly, right ? He most certainly does not have a crush on her. That is a ridiculous notion.

A few months later the boy dumps her.

Over summer Lin joins the police academy, hoping to follow in her mother’s footsteps.

One day he bumps into her. Lin is walking to the university for a guest lecture and Tenzin just so happens to be attending the same one. He walks behind her. Noticing the way she swung her hips and swayed as she walked. She is graceful in a peculiar way. Short strides, quick steps, she looks like she is floating. He had never noticed it before but now her walk is accentuated by the little heels she is wearing. Her well turned ankles are on full display. His throat runs dry.

He catches up to her and they talk on the way to class. During the lecture he is distracted. Instead of listening to the difference between Malum Prohibitum and Malum in se he is admiring the way her pencil skirt clung tightly to her curves. The way the pink blouse she is wearing is exposing her long lovely neck and sharp collarbones.

Her soft hands brush against his when she reaches for a pen. She begins quickly jotting down notes. He reaches out for her free hand, intertwining his fingers with her delicate slender ones. She smiles at him. He looks at her hand in his. They fit together perfectly.

Bumi visits the city while he is on leave for a few days and drags him to a fire-nation bar. While Bumi is ordering his second whiskey Tenzin notices her drinking with the other recruits. She is obviously drunk. Laughing too loud at the jokes, nearly falling out of her seat. Some man Tenzin recognized reaches out a hand to keep her from falling off the stool. He returns to his conversation with Bumi. He turns his head when he hears whooping and cheering. The men had convinced her to go out on the dance floor. A slow song was playing. Lin was performing a fire nation dance. Her steps are careful and slow. She shakes her hips suggestively. The other recruits begin whistling. She shakes her head at them before resuming her dance. She quickly spins. Then she holds her arms up over her head and begins moving her hips in a circle. She speeds up and gets lower and lower. Tenzin is convinced that she is the only woman outside of Ember Island that can move like that, so smooth, so fluid. The entire bar is watching and cheering. Tenzin is entranced. She has slowed the motion down, holding her position for a few moments before the music speeds up again. She gets up and finishes her dance.

“Oh you’ve got it bad for Beifong” Bumi teases him. “I don’t” Tenzin insists “Tenzin you’ve been staring the entire time we’ve been here” Bumi counters. Tenzin flushes. Had he really been that obvious ? “Go on, go ask her to dance,” “I’m not a good dancer” “She’s good enough for both of you”

Bumi pushes him towards the dance floor despite his protests.

“That was amazing,” he says. “Would’ve been better if I had my fans,” she responds.

Lin smiles at him. “Dance with me ?” he asks hesitantly. She nods. He places his hands on her waist, she shakes her head before taking them and placing them on her hips “this is how they do it on Ember Island,” she explains. The dance starts slow and awkward. Lin steps on his toes multiple times, she really is drunk. Eventually Tenzin remembers the dance he learned on vacation long ago. He doesn’t remember it being done with the partners so close. He won’t complain about her warm body being pressed against his though. Her face is buried in the crook of his neck. She is tired. They fall into a rhythm. Swaying together against the music. Chest to chest. He spins her a few times. Then as the end of the song approaches he dips her. He can hear the gasp leave her lips. He holds her in that leaned back position for a moment.

“If you drop me Twinkle Toes…” she threatens. “I won't,” he promises.

He pulls her back up against him. She stumbles and he quickly catches her.

“See, I would never let you fall,” “Promise ?” “Promise”

It is getting late and the bar is closing now. Everyone is heading home. Lin is stumbling, her heels do little to help her. Her shoe is caught on the uneven asphalt, her ankle twists unnaturally. She hisses in pain. Tenzin catches her again. She heads over to a bench, sits and reaches down to take off her shoes.

“Allow me,” Tenzin says, removing the heels. Holding them by the straps with one hand. Tenzin then scoops her up bridal style.

“Tenzin what on Kyoshi’s earth are you doing ?” “Carrying you home,” “I can walk” “Barefoot ?” “Yes” she says like it is the most obvious thing on the earth. “You could step on broken glass” “I won’t, I’ve walked around the city barefoot my whole life” “Why do you do that ?” he asks. He genuinely wants to know. It’s a peculiar habit and a dangerous one with how dirty the streets are. “It makes me feel grounded. I'm closer to the earth. I can hear it better, and I can’t use my seismic sense with shoes on” she explains.

He realizes now how vulnerable she is in his arms. Up in the air, away from her own element. If he falls she can’t catch herself. She can’t feel her surroundings, or the vibrations of the ground. Can’t sense his heartbeat or anyone approaching. She is stripped of one of her senses. Vulnerable. Yet she trusts him because if she really wanted down she would be.

She curls up against him, he can feel her heartbeat. Fast, nervous. ‘Is this what seismic sense is like?’ he wonders. He readjusts her in his arms and begins walking. She shivers. She isn’t dressed for the nippy autumn weather at all, he wishes he had a jacket he could toss over her.

Lucky for him he doesn’t have to carry her very far, she lives in the area. Getting her to her apartment building is an easy task… getting her into her apartment not so much. He has to carry her up two flights of stairs.

“Tenzin, you can put me down now” “Nonsense” “Tenzin, I’m heavy” “No, you’re not” he says, panting despite being only halfway there.

Eventually, they reach her apartment. Tenzin still won’t let her down. She sighs, and gives him her key. He manages to unlock the door and push it open with his foot without dropping her or her shoes.

Toph is sitting on the sofa waiting for them. “So, you finally brought someone home. I was beginning to wonder when you’d get over that boy” “Mom,” Lin says incredulously. “It’s not like that, Miss.Beifong, she injured her ankle,” Tenzin quickly explains. “Call me chief or Toph, airhead” she says before her lips curl into a devilish grin. “You and twinkle toes, huh ?” she inquired. “We’re not together, mom,” Lin insists. “Uh-huh. Have fun, use protection and be quiet, your sister is sleeping,” “Mom !” Toph just laughs and heads off to her room.

Tenzin lays Lin down on the sofa, and places her shoes at the door. Grabbing ice from the fridge he notices her attempting to get up. He stops her with a glare before looking over her ankle and placing the ice on it. It’s beginning to swell. She grits her teeth. “I’m no healer, but I think it’s sprained,” he says as he takes her foot in his hand and rotates her ankle, trying to see the range of motion. She grunts. He heads into her bathroom and fetches some bandages from the medicine cabinet. He removes the ice and tightly wraps her ankle. He can hear his mothers words in his head, guiding him through it, ‘compression should lessen the swelling’. Who knew that all the time spent watching his mother at work would come in handy ?

Lin looks anxious. “You should probably go see my mom in the morning and take it easy for a few weeks,” he explains. “What ? I can’t. I have my fitness test next week” he shakes his head at her. “Take it easy, doctor’s orders”. “Thank you, Tenny,” she says after a long pause. She hadn’t called him that in a long time. Not since they were little.

“You’re welcome,” he responds as he places the bag of ice in the fridge and heads for the door. “Tenzin, what’re you doing ? It's midnight there are no ferries,” She was right of course, and he hadn’t brought his glider. “Why don’t you stay the night ? We can have a sleepover like when we were kids” she continues. Toph was already making insinuations, he can’t imagine what she’ll say if he stays the night, but he has no choice. “Alright, thank you Linny,” he responds.

With that matter settled Lin heads to the restroom to get ready for bed. Tenzin follows suit after she is done. He is just about to fall asleep on her sofa when he hears her calling for him.

He opens the bedroom door to find her in her pajamas underneath a mountain of blankets. “Tenzin, do you mind lying with me ? I can’t sleep,” She says. She stares at him, waiting for an answer, worrying her lip with her teeth. She never did like to sleep alone. Tenzin remembers how whenever she had to stay on the island as a kid how she would always sneak into Kya’s bed. Every time his parents would find them snuggled up side by side.

“Why not ?”

“I’m cold and it’s too quiet,” she whispers. He wonders how anyone could be that cold in thick flannel pajamas and underneath four blankets but seeing those green eyes staring at him, he can’t help but give in. He climbs into bed. He is much too hot with his robes. He stands up. Lin reading his mind again, averts her gaze. He removes the heavy robes leaving him in only his undershirt and pants. He is fully covered but he feels naked. He settles in, careful to maintain a distance between them.

“Thank you,” “Goodnight”

He wakes up to her head on his chest and her legs intertwined with his. He can hear her breathing. See her chest rise and fall. She looks so…peaceful. He wishes he could see that expression on her face more. A soft smile, closed eyes. He does not want to hear what Toph will say. He sits, enjoying her warm weight just a little longer before he has to return to his responsibilities. After a few moments he gets up and throws his robes back on, carefully creaks open the door and closes it behind him. He uses his airbending to walk down the hallway silently.

He is nearly there. He trips on something as he reaches the door. He falls loudly. He looks down. Those damn heels. He hears footsteps. Shit. He woke her.

He looks up expecting to see a grumpy Lin, instead Toph Beifong approaches him, “Good morning to you too loverboy, looks like somebody slept well,”.

He was never going to hear the end of this.

#linzin #tenzin #legend of korra #lin beifong #fanfic #fluff #jealousy #romance #snuggles

[questionsforjamie]

jamie-lynn pierce; auditioning with hello by allie x

wait, is that JAMIE-LYNN PIERCE? they kinda look a lot like JOSIE TOTAH, don’t they? i heard the TWENTY ONE year old is known as THE BOHEMIAN around mckinley. it seems like they auditioned to be in TROUBLETONES (co-captain) which is so lame? people at campus have said they’re KIND HEARTED, but don’t be fooled since they’re also OBLIVIOUS. rumor has it, you can find them at ENVIRONMENT CLUB AND THE MUCKRAKER when they aren’t belting show tunes. their entire vibe revolves around FLOWERS TUCKED INTO YOUR HAIR, SITTING ON THE WATER'S EACH AT SUNSET & WRITING POEMS ON THE MARGINS OF YOUR EXAM PAPERS but no one pays attention to that here in ohio.

As the sister of Brittany Pierce, Jamie-Lynn Stephanie Pierce shares her sister's penchant for having her head up in the clouds. Well, in Jamie-Lynn’s case, her head is more likely to be found in the water as she's extremely passionate about sea life! Her favorite deep sea critter is the goblin shark!

A proud autistic, lesbian trans woman, Jamie-Lynn makes some money on the side making earrings and key-chains of various LGBT+ and disability pride related things both via Etsy and through local markets. Her best seller is a pair of rainbow orca shaped earrings.

Jamie-Lynn recently found out her family is, in fact, not her biological family. She was shocked to find out she was adopted. Which, actually, shouldn't have been that shocking considering her mom is white and her dad is Asian and Jamie-Lynn is…Lebanese and Palestinian. Jamie-Lynn's research has led her to believe she may be the illegitimate daughter of Amal Clooney - George Clooney’s Lebanese wife. The Clooney estate has not replied to her emails as of yet.

basics:

full name:  jamie-lynn stephanie pierce

gender:  transgender woman

pronouns:  she/her

sexuality:  lesbian

age:  twenty one

date of birth:  fourth of september

zodiac sign:  virgo

title:  the bohemian

occupation: student & small-business owner ( go support jewellery by jl!)

glee club: co-captain of the troubletones.

major: environmental & marine sciences

appearance:

faceclaim:  josie totah

tattoos:  a jellyfish on her left arm.

style:  pinks + pastels, maximalist patterns, florals, spaghetti straps, flowy fabrics, glittery statement pieces, scented lip gloss.

personality:

likes:  the ocean, flowers, bad horror movies, strawberry flavored candy, reading people their horoscopes from teen magazines, running for the bus in heels just to prove she can, the simpsons, the muppets, disability rights.

dislikes:  hot coffee, desaturated colors, action movies, people who underestimate her, cold pizza, the smell of smoke, the taste of toothpaste, crowded buses & trains, the texture of velvet.

hobbies:  doing her makeup in the mirror while pretending she’s conducting interviews with her favorite celebrities, taking simpsons trivia quizzes online, researching the goings-on in the depths of the ocean.

high school superlative: most likely to speak for the trees.

faves:

ice cream flavour:  anything fruity!

time of the day / night:  right after sunrise

weather:  rain on a warm day

food: mango sorbet + churros

colours:  aqua, teal & pink.

songs:  can be found here

#wmacintro #tag. musings

[chicgeekgirl89]

Chapter 3: Yachtie with a Body

Read on AO3

“So?” Nancy plops down next to T.K. on the deck, a bowl of something in one hand, a fork in the other. “What’s the deal with the new chef?”

T.K. groans. “What are you talking about?”

He’d come up to the bow of the boat to hide for a few minutes. They’re three days into this charter and the guests are being chaperoned on a shore excursion by Marjan and Paul, which means the rest of them are finally getting a little bit of a break. There are more bathrooms to be cleaned and the laundry has never looked worse, but T.K. had been enjoying a few minutes of peace and quiet before his boss found him.

“I mean what’s he like? He seems super nice. Like amazingly nice. He made me this.” She holds out the bowl of mango for T.K. to see. “Like I just walked through the galley and he asked me if I wanted mango and when I said yes he cut some up for me. There’s homemade coconut cream on here dude. Pearce would have murdered you with his eyes if you’d even thought about wanting mango in his presence.”

T.K. rolls his eyes because he doesn’t have any fond memories of their time together. He’d spent more of it with Pearce than most because they’d been cabin mates and if he never hears another rant about the importance of wiping down the shower after each and every use, it will be too soon.

“I think he’s nice,” T.K. tells her, leaning over and stealing a piece of fruit from her bowl. “At least, he seems to be. He hasn’t yelled at me about using the bathroom in the middle of the night like Pearce did.”

Nancy shakes her head. “That man. Only Pearce could believe it was possible to hear nature’s call and tell it to wait until a more sensible six am. Do you think he even has a soul? Or is it just like, a shriveled up little prune kind of thing?”

“He probably returned it to sender because it wasn’t up to code,” T.K. tells her, stealing another bite. The coconut cream is amazing. 

“So definitely a step up in both the roommate and chef departments,” Nancy says. “Good pick Iris.”

It’s the truth. Carlos is a major step up. T.K. has noticed the little ways in which Carlos goes out of his way to keep morale high for the crew. There have been homemade chocolate chip cookies, still warm from the oven, tortillas and guac, brownies, he’d even made arroz con pollo the other day when Mateo mentioned missing his abuela’s cooking. He’s going above and beyond not just for the guests, but for the crew too. It’s incredibly sweet.

“Do you—“ T.K.’s question is interrupted by the sound of a loud splash that catches both of their attention. “Are the guests back?” T.K. asks, an icy bolt of panic going down his spine as he check to makes sure his radio is turned up and that he hasn’t missed anything.

“No they’re not supposed to be back for like another two hours,” Nancy says, standing up and looking over port the side. “The tender is still gone.”

T.K. pushes to his feet and  jogs the few feet over to starboard. There’s nothing in the water on that side either. “Judd or Mateo doing something with the water toys?” T.K. asks.

“Mateo’s in his bunk and Judd was up on the bridge with Tommy when I came out here,” Nancy says.

They’re both walking now, eyes on either side of the boat as they move from the bow toward the stern. When they finally reach the back of the boat they stop dead in their tracks.

New chef Carlos Reyes is hoisting himself out of the cerulean waters of the Caribbean and onto the Nautibuoy platforms that extend off the boat’s stern. Time feels like it’s slowing and T.K.’s eyes go wide as he watches Carlos stand up, water cascading down over toned biceps and abs, his perfectly crafted thighs clad in only a dark pair of swim trunks that cling to him and leave very little to the imagination. 

“Holy shit,” Nancy whispers next to him, her tone appropriately reverential for what they’re witnessing. “New chef is a yachtie with a body.”

T.K. can’t speak and wouldn’t know what to say if he could. Carlos pushes his sopping wet curls back out of his face and then he looks up and spots them, giving them a friendly wave as he reaches for a towel that’s hanging over the railing.

They both manage to wave back despite their surprise. “Okay,” Nancy says, her voice low, a smile plastered on her face as her hand continues to wave back and forth. “Somebody’s gotta hit that. And it should probably be you.”

“Me?!” T.K. stops waving and turns to her in shock. “Why me?”

“Are you saying you’re not interested?”

“No I—“ Oh god, he’s going to embarrass himself. “Why would you immediately jump to me? He’s Iris’ ex.”

“Which is exactly why it has to be you,” Nancy says pragmatically. “Judd’s got Grace back home, Captain’s got her preacher man on shore, Marjan needs somebody within her faith and culture, Paul is seeing Asha, Iris doesn’t want him anymore, so that leaves you.”

“Or you, or Mateo,” T.K. points out.

“Mateo and I have a thing,” she says.

Wow she is really full of surprises today. “You. And Mateo. Have a thing,” T.K. repeats.

She waves a hand. “It’s casual.”

He tries to wrap his mind around that and decides he’d rather not. “He dated Iris. Which makes him straight.”

Nancy looks at him, offended. “Bisexual people exist.”

“Fine. Okay, yes, they do, but I would never date someone Iris dated. It wouldn’t be cool.”

“Did you ask her if it would be cool?”

“Why would I ask her that?!”

Nancy shrugs. “Because he’s hot. And you clearly like him. You’re basically drooling dude.”

T.K. instinctively wipes at his mouth with his hand and glares at her when he doesn’t find anything. “He’s my roommate. And Iris’ ex. And probably straight. Any one of those things is enough of a reason for me to leave him alone.”

She makes a face. “What is the point of yachting if not to make stupid sexual decisions? I’m making some. And it’s a lot of fun.”

“I really don’t want to hear anymore thank you,” T.K. says. He’s pretty open about sex, but he doesn’t want to know what his boss and Mateo are doing with each other below deck. 

“Just saying, it wouldn’t hurt either one of you to have a little fun. And if the Iris thing bothers you, then just ask her. You know she’ll tell it to you straight.” She pats him on the shoulder. “Also, did I mention you’re on carpet spot duty this afternoon?”

“Noooooo,” T.K. moans. 

“The guests were drinking a lot of red wine last night. Make sure you get them all out!” Nancy sing songs as she heads back inside. 

T.K. hangs his head and then slowly follows her. He makes a quick stop by his cabin to grab his phone and his earbuds (at least he can have Harry Styles for company as he scrubs) and nearly runs into Carlos. “Oh sorry,” he says.

“No problem,” Carlos says back.

He’s thrown a button-up on, thank god, so T.K. isn’t face to face with his incredible pecs, but he can still smell the saltwater on his skin, in his hair. “How was your swim?” T.K. asks.

“Great,” Carlos says. “I just needed to cool off for a few minutes and Captain said it was all right.”

“Yeah Tommy’s good like that,” T.K. says. 

“Right, Tommy,” Carlos says sheepishly. “I forget you guys are kind of informal.”

“We’re a family,” T.K. says. “That’s why she was such a good fit when she came on as captain. It might not work on all boats, but it does on ours.”

Carlos snorts. “It definitely wouldn’t have worked on my last boat.”

There’s something bitter in his words even though he says them lightly and T.K. feels a flash of anger at whoever made him feel bad enough to put that tone in his voice. “Your last boat was tough?” he asks.

“You could say that.” 

“Is that why you came here?” T.K. asks. 

“I came because Iris called,” Carlos says and the mention of her name, of their relationship, sends a stab of pain through T.K. “But yes, also to get away.”

“Do you…want to talk about it?” T.K. offers.

Carlos shrugs. “I’m fine. I survived. We’ve all been on bad boats before.”

“Well we’re all glad you’re here,” T.K. tells him.

“I heard Pearce was…quite a guy to work with,” Carlos says, flashing him a grin that says the crew has definitely been telling tales of some of Pearce’s more infamous moments. 

“Yeah you’re definitely an upgrade,” T.K. says, then winces at the blatant horniness of that statement. 

“An upgrade huh?” Carlos’ smile changes, drops into something lazy and sensual. The way he leans on one arm against the top bunk feels flirty.

T.K. loves flirting. He loves flirting so. freaking. much. So it takes a lot of effort for him to wrench himself out of charm mode and back into boat colleague mode. “Honestly anyone would have been an upgrade from Pearce,” he says. “Did I tell you he used to time me in the bathroom? If I took more than five minutes in the morning he’d start to bang on the door and tell me to get out.”

“Yikes,” Carlos says, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off and, oh god, the abs are back and T.K. feels like he needs to avert his gaze, like he’s a gentleman from a Jane Austen novel trying to protect someone’s modesty. Which is ridiculous. Because he’s seen hundreds of naked chests before in all different contexts. But this chest, these abs…something about them calls to him. 

“Sorry, he sounds like a nightmare,” Carlos says as he pulls on a white undershirt, effectively bringing T.K.’s lustful thoughts to an end.

“Nightmare is definitely the word,” T.K. agrees. “Ask Nancy about the pineapple disaster of week three. She still has the scars.”

He chuckles and T.K. feels a thrill at being able to affect him like that. “I will definitely ask,” Carlos says.

“Hey, T.K.!” Iris comes bopping down the hallway, slightly breathless. “Oh, hey Carlos,” she says when she spots him through the open door. She looks back and forth between them. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No.”

“Nope.”

They both speak a little too quickly, as if there’s something to hide, even though there’s not. They’re standing here with the door open, not sneaking around.

So why does T.K. feel guilty anyway?

Her eyes narrow suspiciously, but she doesn’t press it. “I can’t find those little disco balls we used a couple weeks ago. The rainbow colored ones.”

“I put them in the cabinet in the dining room,” T.K. says.

“You did not.”

He sighs. “Yes I did!”

It takes some searching but they find the missing disco balls (it turns out he did put them in the dining room cabinet, but Mateo took them back out again for some game they were playing with the guests). Then it’s onto red wine stain purgatory, armed only with a spray bottle of club soda, a white rag, and determination. By the time he’s done the carpet looks like it’s never seen a drop of wine in its life, and T.K.’s back and arms are sore.

He hauls himself to his feet and trudges to the galley to return the salt he’d borrowed in case the club soda wasn’t enough. Carlos is chopping up veggies for the crew dinner, several filets of salmon set to the side. He looks up when T.K. comes in and frowns. “You look like you just fell off a bucking bronco.”

“I’m banning red wine from the boat,” T.K. tells him, setting the salt shaker down onto the prep counter. “White wine only. No sangria. No merlot. Clear liquids and nothing else.”

“Good luck with that,” Carlos says, going back to his chopping.

“Thanks for the sympathy,” T.K. says sarcastically. “You have no idea the agony of scrubbing out carpet stains. Over and over and over. It never ends. It’s like some kind of polyester Groundhog Day nightmare. And definitely not my preferred way to get rug burn.”

Carlos bites his lip in amusement. “I didn’t know there was a good way to get rug burn.”

T.K. scoffs. “Then you’ve clearly never had sex with me.” 

The words are out before he can stop them, a flirty reflex that he can’t contain. It often gets him what he wants, but right now he’d like to melt through the floor.

Carlos sets his knife down again, something shifting in his eyes. “Is that something you’re offering?”

It’s light, but there’s an undertone. Something more serious, something that makes T.K. want to go over there and show him exactly how much he’d like to offer sex.

“Carlos, Carlos, Nancy,” the radio squawks, breaking the moment.

Carlos picks it up. “This is Carlos.”

“The guests are heading back. If you could get their snicky snack ready that would be fabulous darling.”

“No problem.”

T.K. flees. It’s cowardly, it’s stupid, it’s extremely not cool, but he runs back to their shared cabin and locks the door behind him. He leans against it and exhales. Who the fuck does he think he is? It is not appropriate to proposition your cabin-mate-who-has-dated-your-co-worker for sex. It’s just not. 

He lets his head thunk back against the door. What is he going to do?

#Tarlos #911 Lone Star #Come Sail Away #Yachting AU

[mysicklove]

Mello I know you drink too (bc sometimes you say you were smashed in the previous weekend lmfao) but how do you feel about smoking?

Because (you don’t really care abt it BUT ANYWAYSS) I know that for me it’s a major turn off. Like if I kiss you and you taste like tobacco I might actually puke. Even worse if you taste like unnaturally sweet mango or whatever the fuck 😭 and then smokers go on and cough like A MILLION times a day like, that makes me so mad. Just stfu sometimes yk????? Maybe I’m just a hater <3

HAHA yes i do, but in this case i was talking about smoking weed lol. i used to be a big stoner so idrc about it tbh, but since i quit i dont really want to be with someone who does it too much? and i think he does..

but yeah he does vape which is such a turn off for me. like FR FR. he said he is going to quit after his thing dies bc he did before but also that’s what everyone says so LMAOAOA

idk the more i think about him the more i am like …..we def won’t work out, but he is just so good looking and his accent is so attractive that whenever he speaks im like sighing whimsically. and he makes me laugh like so hard. idk i just will prob go out with him for funzies and NOT CATCH FEELINGS BC THAT WILL BE VERY STUPID OF ME

also, this is off topic but i need to rant a little bit. since he is like international student he can’t get a job here? idk…it’s not like something he can control but him not having a car and also struggling to afford like alot is kinda just a turn off? i feel like a dick saying this, but i just kinda like it when a guy pays for the first couple of dates without worry? and like he said he is going to pay for mini golfing but it like makes me want to die bc i know he can’t really afford it. and i also have to drive and idk i don’t like to drive and i just wish he could pick me up…

BUT he said he is trying to get a on campus job and save up for a car. but also he is SAYING these things, so who knows if he will actually do it

#💌 - love letters #secret admirer #cw weed #cw substance use #we won’t work out i know we won’t #but i wont think about it #i’m young let me have fun!! go on dates and talk to questionable men so that i can tell about my stories to my friends #male attention is always nice

[midnightprelude]

Major Arcana: Emperor

Written by @oftachancer and I for the @30daysofdorian event!

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Vibrant hedges soared above him, reaching towards a cloud-puffed blue sky. The heat of the morning baked his skin and Dorian regretted having climbed from the long, cool pool too soon. 

“I thought I’d find you out here,” Gereon Alexius called, carrying a full tray laden with fresh fruit, spiced kava, and watered wine. “Have you broken your fast yet?”

“I’m not sure that I can,” Dorian admitted, but he joined him under the shade of a canvas awning to add to the three cups of kava he’d already drunk. “My stomach’s been in knots since dawn.”

“Ah, I was much the same during my first round of debates. My father told me to imagine my opponents wearing nothing but the most ridiculous set of undergarments I could think of.” He set down his burden, then patted Dorian on his shoulder. “I spent the first five minutes of my opening laughing. Couldn’t get a word in at all. It was still good advice, though.”

“Was it?” It seemed very much like a way to fail a debate, not win one. A Pavus never failed. A failure was a weakness. And yet… and yet Alexius was accomplished. Nay, renowned. “…how so?”

“It got me out of my head.” Alexius winked, passing him a bowl of freshly cut fruit. “I still routed the poor young man in the closings. No matter what happens, you’ll learn from it and improve. And I will be exceptionally proud of you for trying.”

“For trying,” Dorian echoed with a roll of his eyes. Fresh peaches. Slices of mango. He felt nauseous even thinking about picking any up. “You don’t think I can outsmart them, is that it? Is it the little bookworm from Carastes? I read what he published about inter-ley communication spell variants. The fellow is unhinged.” Brilliant, but unhinged. Thinking you could simply connect two ends of a ley line as though they were ends of a ribbon.

“I know you can outsmart them,” Alexius corrected him gently. “But it doesn’t matter. What matters is what you think, Dorian. Do you think you can convince an audience that young Lord Maecilia and all of the other students are wrong and you’re right?”

“It doesn’t matter if I think it. I must succeed and so I will. Purpose prevails.” His father’s words, like a pulse, beating just behind his heart. His father, who wouldn’t speak to him. His father, who had looked through him as though he were invisible when he’d accompanied Gereon to the Senate the month before.

“Dorian…” Gereon sighed quietly, his hand a heavy weight on Dorian’s. “Your purpose is your own to decide. Don’t forget that.”

Contact. Pride. “What does that mean?” Dorian wondered, lifting his gaze from the bowl of fruit. It was a debate. The purpose of a debate was to win. The purpose of research was to publish. The purpose of publishing was renown. Place. Prominence. Progress. Only Alexius would not be proud of him if he- “What benefit could there be in failing you in your house?”

The man just smiled, shaking his head with another sigh. “You haven’t failed me since you set foot in it. You won’t today, either, no matter what happens.”

Dorian’s breath caught low in his throat. He needed this. This safe haven. He’d burned every bridge in his wake. He hadn’t failed Alexius, no, but that was because he’d worked endlessly, scouring the library deep into the nights, writing until his wrist ached and his fingers were permanently stained with ink. “No, sir, I won’t,” he promised solemnly. 

“Livia, on the other hand, will be terribly cross with me if I don’t make sure you eat something.” Alexius folded his hands in his lap. “Do me a favor, will you?”

“Yes, of course.” The mango slipped in his fingers, melted on his tongue. Dorian felt his stomach twist and he stifled a grimace. “It’s very good, thank you.”

“That will suffice,” he chuckled, tucking into his own bowl. “Do walk me through your opinions on Maecilia’s treatise, will you? A warm up, if you will.”

The treatise. Maecilia. He could see the man’s whole lineage in his mind’s eye: drawn out like a tree on parchment, notations in the margins. Ley lines. Space like strings. “He thinks,” Dorian told him with a lifted brow. “That space follows the same fundamental laws as time. He takes every piece of evidence that exists and simply says: perhaps not. Perhaps not. Set aside what we know and just-“ He shrugged. “How the fellow has managed to stay in Carastes-“ when Dorian had not- “-bewilders.”

Alexius watched him curiously, fork in hand, sipping from his goblet occasionally. “And so you’re of the opinion that the starting point of his logic is flawed, therefore all that comes after is rubbish, too?”

“It hardly matters what comes after.” Bewilders. Why wouldn’t his father speak to him? What had he done? Why couldn’t he remember? “You can’t ride to Qarinus on a horse with no legs.”

Alexius chuckled, clinking his own glass to Dorian’s. “You’re going to do fine today, my boy. I look forward to the show.”

#dorian pavus #gereon alexius #dragon age fanfiction #midnight writes #oftachancer writes #30daysofdorian #major arcana fic

[margridarnauds]

I was tagged by @lesbianelinordashwood (Thank you!)

5 foods: 4 you love, 1 you hate

I am a NOTORIOUSLY picky eater (combination of autism + picky eater gene), which makes me a pain in any food environment I’m not used to (though I’ve been working on broadening my palate and, I want this emphasize, will always be polite when I’m staying at someone’s place. Guest hospitality trumps the picky eating gene every time.)

4 I love:

    1. Rice, my beloved. Especially in teriyaki chicken recipes. Cheap, easy to make, filling. Who’s doing it like Her? 

    2. Pork belly -- I developed a taste for it when I was in Ireland. There’s a restaurant chain there called “The Spitjack” that serves pork belly, and it’s in most of the major cities which makes it an ideal stop for me at the end of a long conference (I’ll probably actually find an excuse to go when I’m in Ireland this week, actually). I’ll also eat pork belly in ramen; there’s a nice ramen place where I live that sells a relatively cheap pork belly dish for $8 with rice and quail egg that I love. (Paired, because I’m a Classy, Refined Bitch, with strawberry Ramune soda.) Something of a luxury food, given...well. Grad student. But so, so worth it. 

   3. Hot Dog Lattice -- My beloved. Speaking of foods I’m very likely to get while I’m in Ireland this week, no trip to Ireland’s complete without Her. (I actually found out the reason why most of my Irish friends look at me like I grew two heads when I bring up hot dog lattices -- they are actually Dutch. Hence why you can get ahold of them mostly at places like the Dutch brand Spar, even though you can sometimes find them in, say, Dunne’s, but not Tesco. God bless the Dutch for that one, honestly) 

   4. Ziti with meat balls -- When I was a child, my mother worked in a town about 45 minutes away. We were financially secure, we were happy, and sometimes, she would bring back ziti for me from an Italian place that was about an hour away. For me, ziti always tastes a little bit like love, as I still associate it with my mom coming home and those early days when it didn’t feel like we had any problems. My ziti uses a different sauce than the one they used at that restaurant, I don’t think I could replicate it if I tried, but baked ziti became one of my favorite dishes to make when I was in Ireland, since the noodles were cheap and it was easy to stick the pot in the oven, put on the cheese, and stick it back in again.  (Yes, I’m aware that most of these are things I had in Ireland, but consider: They have happy memories attached to them.) 

1 I hate:

    1. Pickles -- I have hated them ever since I was a child. Hated, hated, hated. “Just remove the pickle from the cheeseburger!” “But you don’t UNDERSTAND, I can *still taste it.*” 

Honorable mention to:

Easy mac, pulled pork (especially with Sweet Baby Ray’s sauce), lemon sugar crepes, garlic bread, chicken rice casserole, Cadbury creme egg ice cream (’tis the season), Sesame chicken, toast with a light scraping of grape jelly or orange marmalade, the fried chicken from the restaurant near where I grew up, Wendy’s chicken nuggets with fries and fruit punch, bacon (also, for once, I’m specifying American bacon here), mashed potatoes that still have a little bit of the chunks in them with butter, pork chops, garlic naan bread (sometimes with meat inside), mango mousse cake, potato pancakes, fried oysters, European chocolate (Cadbury is one of my all-time favorites, especially the popping Cadbury bars, but I’m not THAT precious about it...so long as it tastes like chocolate), s’mores, Cornish game hen, Kerry Gold butter, challah bread from the bakery near my old apartment

Tagging: @fallenidol-453 @mossadspydolphin @nastasyafilippovnas @claradwor @violetcancerian

#food tw

[roseverdict]

Mechanize, Mobilize, (Un)Mythicize

Chapter 2: The Evacuation of Stick City

The world is ending, villains and heroes are working together, and they need to save as many people as they possibly can before the internet goes down. What could go wrong?

i'm so incredibly WIRED this week for. Obvious Reasons™. but i just realized i should probably clarify- while this is not the same universe as my macaroni au (*coughSHAMELESSPLUGcoughcough*) the two fics i published in the macaroni au so far more-or-less happened in this au, too. just with the major change of "the sticks had to speak through pantomime and/or written text" lmao

dark and chosen have still Communicated™ and Deleted The Line Of Code That Alan Put Into Dark™.

mango and purple have still had a Macaroni Incident™.

except instead of "the fic i'm building up to with the macaroni au" happening shortly after the Macaroni Incident™, this is happening instead. also mango and purple here are being quicker to figure out their footing with one another than their macaroni counterparts lmao

〜

As Red and Reuben soared through the wifi tunnel and into a stranger's device, she took the bundle from his mouth and scritched him behind the ears. Reuben was such a smart pig, such a good boy.

Reuben leaned his head into the scritching with a quiet snuffle.

The end of the tunnel came up, and Red jolted at the sight that greeted her- program icons swarmed angrily around an animated mech like a horde of infuriated wasps. They were holding off the invader fairly well, but even as she watched, the connection flickered dangerously.

She glanced at Reuben, then pulled out her diamond pickaxe and turned back to the incoming firewall.

Before she could even chip at the barrier, however, Reuben reared back-

-and blasted a crater through the wall!

Red couldn't help giggling silently. Reuben was the best pig.

The icon swarm and the mech all froze and looked at the two of them.

Red just sprinted for the mech and went to town on it. Reuben quickly joined in, and by the time the icon swarm had finished pulling back, the mech was nothing but a heap of mangled metal on the taskbar.

Red steadied her breathing, then, on a whim, shoved some of the broken pieces of the mech into her hammerspace. Maybe Yellow would be able to do something with them.

One of the icons, a VLC traffic cone, tilted curiously.

Red just ran halfway back to the wifi tunnel, turned around, and pointed frantically at it. She even brought her free hand up for emphasis- they had to get going now!

Reuben oinked and jumped next to her, lifting one of his front paws and one of the rear ones as he looked directly at the wifi tunnel.

The computer shuddered from the force of whatever was going on outside, and the icons quickly swirled past Red and into the tunnel, with her and Reuben running after them just before the connection cut.

〜

Orange shot through the tunnel as fast as they could, reaching forward with the Minecraft icon at the last second to make a one-block wide hole in the barrier and speeding through head-first. They hit the ground with their hands and flipped forward, only realizing after they fully landed that the desktop was empty of sapient programs and stick figures alike.

What it was not empty of was a User's cursor.

It took a second for Orange to get a handle on the computer's webcam and focus on the Outside, but then they saw the User flinch back in wide-eyed shock. She must not have had a functioning microphone, because even though she mouthed the words "What the…" Orange heard none of it.

Orange shook their head frantically, and their orange text popped into view above their head. No time to explain! There's a bunch of robots attacking people out there and in the internet- you gotta get to safety!

The User blinked in shock, but then her computer shook and her head whipped around to look out a window. Orange didn't have a very good angle to see what she was looking at, but her face quickly lost its healthy pink color in favor of a ghostly white.

My friends and I split up to look for any stick figures we could evacuate, but it looks like it's just you in here. Orange told her seriously as they ran back for the tunnel. Raise the alarm if you can and stay safe!

The User's face hardened, and she nodded once before moving to get up. At the same time, Orange dove back through the hole they'd made and into the tunnel, closing the hole and severing the connection with the webcam as they did.

Well, that was one computer that wasn't gonna be hijacked or stolen or whatever the plan was. Hopefully the User would be alright.

As Orange streaked down the tunnel, they clenched the fist that wasn't holding the Minecraft icon.

Whoever was doing this, Orange was gonna have some words for them.

〜

Yellow swooped to the side and almost picked an IP to evacuate at random, but one of the addresses sent a jolt down her spine. Whether it was horror, hope, or something in-between, she wasn't entirely sure.

Whatever it was, it was enough for her to streak up the tunnel as fast as her elytra could take her, readying her staff hand for the moment the other side came into view.

She'd investigated the Minecraft server Alan usually played in after Mango's plans had been foiled. While he'd long ago saved it to a list of usual servers to go to, the IP address she'd found was an exact match to the one she was now racing to reach.

The other side of the tunnel rose up to meet her, and Yellow swung her staff forward and deleted two blocks'-worth of it so that she could land safely on the taskbar.

Immediately, it became apparent that this device was used primarily as the host for the Minecraft server. Task Manager was open, but it was the only program active aside from the one that actually ran the server.

Yellow flew for the computer's storage and dug straight for the Minecraft worlds folder. For a moment, she was worried that there would be multiple worlds to sift through (and she didn't know if she had the heartlessness to save one and leave the rest to die), but when only one world came up, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though she wasn't actively within the game, as she got closer to the folder, the control block in her staff resonated with it, the faint sounds of worried mobs reaching her ears.

Yellow set her shoulders and created a new .zip file, and she swiftly moved the folder containing all the world's information into it. There was a hefty amount of world to move, but the computer must have been a high-performance one bought specially to handle an online multiplayer Minecraft server, because the data transfer didn't take more than a few moments.

As soon as the world was safely contained, she tried to pocket the .zip archive, but the filesize was just too unwieldy. As a hasty Plan B, she slung the .zip over her shoulder like an oversized messenger bag, then bolted back through the wifi tunnel before it could collapse and trap her there.

〜

Mango ran through his basement, breaking as many of his remaining command blocks as possible and snatching them up. He knew better than most what they could do in the wrong hands, after all, and the whatever-it-was that was trying to take over the interspace certainly qualified.

His phone buzzed, and he spared it a quick glance.

Just Now Purple: all got out saafe comingto get you rn

A knot that had tied itself right in Mango's chest loosened up at that, and he went back to destroying his work on a second wind.

The ground shook outside, and Mango broke the last command block with an air of finality, the last of the devices powering down and leaving only the nether portal as a source of light.

Then that, too, flickered out.

Taking his cue to leave, Mango ran back down the underground tunnel, snatching torches off the wall as he passed them, and clambered up the ladder as fast as his limbs could carry him. He only paused for a moment at the top, making sure nothing had invaded the house while he was downstairs, then hauled himself up and replaced the uppermost part of the ladder and the trapdoor with a block of wood planks. It was still very visibly different from the rest of the floor, but with a rug dragged over it, it would hopefully go unnoticed by any would-be burglars.

He would have preferred to stay down there, perhaps even to set up a base of sorts, but he knew just how malleable the interspace could be. With the sky going dark, possibly permanently, he couldn't afford to box himself in somewhere that could easily cease to be.

(Watching Goldie get torn to shreds was more than enough evidence that it would be painful.)

He gathered every piece of his prototype staffs up and shoved them into his hammerspace, and soon enough the only remnant of his attempts to destroy Minecraft was the murky chalk left over after he and Purple had tried cleaning the wall.

Then again, if Mango hadn't known what the cloud-like shapes on the wall were supposed to be from the start, he doubted he would have figured it out just by looking at them.

He gently pocketed the nearest photo of himself and Goldie, still in its frame, and he managed to pick up a selfie Purple had done with him just last week before the door burst open.

"You will come with us to safety," stated the mech in front of him.

Mango slowly put up his hands, displaying just enough of the selfie for the mech to see that it was a mere photo, then carefully reached for an empty photo frame, slid the selfie inside, and put the entire thing in his hammerspace.

The mech stepped aside to let him pass by, and he held his head high as he did exactly that.

Around him, his neighbors were being herded out in much the same way as he, and Mango lifted his gaze slightly to watch the sky.

Any minute now, kids.

The mech ushering him out of his house paused, then all of the mechs turned and primed their weapons in the same direction.

Mango took advantage of the distraction to sweep out a leg and swipe his escort's legs out from under it, then make a break for the outside of the group.

Immediately, he got a front-row seat as Purple and Green swooped overhead, tag-teamed the mechs into firing on each other in a matter of moments, and were greeted by a round of excited applause from his neighbors.

Purple scanned the sticks on the ground for a second, then dove down in front of Mango and grabbed him in a quick, tight hug.

The tension in Mango's shoulders relaxed, and he returned it just as strongly.

The moment passed, and he and Purple turned to Green.

Green nodded, then took out a pair of elytra just like their own, held them up for Mango's neighbors to see, then tossed them to Mango.

Sensing the need for a demonstration, Mango quickly equipped them and took to the air.

Purple and Green both took out more of the elytra, passing them out to everyone there, then Green whistled and pointed to the sky, where almost half the IP addresses in view were blackened and dull, with more joining them with each passing second.

Mango nodded, and he and the rest shot up after the kids, following them up to the few remaining active IPs as the world around them grew darker and darker.

〜

Blue shot through the wifi tunnel at top speed, holding his crossbow as steadily as his shaking hands would let him.

The world was ending, Alan had needed to escape without him and his friends, and things were bad enough that the Dark Lord of all people was working with them to evacuate devices, but he was fine.

Really!

He took a deep breath in and let it out. Slowly.

Repeatedly.

He just had to remember that he'd survived everything else that had tried to end him. He'd survived it when Mango had tried to delete Minecraft with them all inside! He'd survived it when the witch turned him into a netherwart-harvesting piston! He'd survived it when he'd taken a lava bath!

And those were just the most recent things he'd lived to tell the tale of!

He could do this!

He slammed face-first into the invisible barrier at the end of the tunnel.

Blue shook his head to clear it, then brought up his diamond pickaxe-

-and mined clean through it!

Yellow's boosts were no joke, huh?

He jumped out and onto the bottom of the screen, only to have to duck as an energy blast nearly took off his head. When he looked in the direction of the source, he gaped for a moment as a handful of drawn stick figures- solidheads just like him- fought off one of the animated mechs.

They weren't doing very well- the mech easily overpowered them one-on-one, and only their numbers gave them any kind of advantage- but they did well enough to give Blue the split second he needed to bring his crossbow up to bear.

His aim was true, and the rocket struck the mech in the back of the head.

The rest of the fighters froze in shock, but Blue just charged forward, switched back to his bow, and fired off a volley of arrows into every weak point he could see. The moment he got close enough, he shoved the bow back into his hotbar and started punching.

That snapped the others out of it.

While adding another stick to the fight might not have helped under normal circumstances, it quickly became clear to Blue that his attacks were doing enough damage to turn the tide, and the mech was soon smashed to bits.

The other sticks watched him warily for a moment, which was fair. He did just sort of show up out of nowhere with massive power at his disposal.

Distantly, he wondered if this was how the Chosen One had felt when he and his friends had all started bowing to them.

Instead of silently leaving like the Chosen One had, however, Blue pointed for the wifi tunnel and gestured hurriedly for the sticks to follow him through.

They hesitated for a moment, but then the computer shook. Blue snatched up one of the metal plates from the mech, one with part of some kind of gold insignia on it, and held it up for the sticks to see. Once they'd all looked, he dropped it and pointed where the Outside would be.

The sticks stiffened.

Point made.

He tossed them all elytra of their own, then turned and ran back for the tunnel, their footsteps behind him giving him enough strength to jump straight in.

〜

As Green and Purple led their group of escapees higher into the sky, Green caught sight of it as their friends all started popping out of various IP addresses. Some of them were followed by sticks or programs, some weren't, but as soon as they were satisfied by the number of people they brought with them, they quickly flew up and into more IPs.

The newcomers all glanced around in confusion, but Green just brought a hand to their head and whistled sharply. Once all attention was on them, they waved in greeting.

The sight of Green and Purple's approaching group of escapees seemed to help them relax a bit, and for a moment, Green let themself hope they could all get away without any further issues.

Then the Dark Lord popped out of an IP, holding another stick by the arm.

Immediately, the sounds of wingbeats behind Green fell off-rhythm, and when they glanced back to look, just about everyone had flinched back in fear.

Understandable, but there wasn't time-!

The Dark Lord whistled, and once Green looked back up, they only had a second to catch the stick the Dark Lord had saved (and apparently tossed down). Oh, sure, Green managed it, gave them some elytra, and did a quick once-over to make sure they weren't hurt, but then they glared up at the Dark Lord with a frustrated, out-of-tune note.

The squeak that came out of Purple was nothing less than horrified, but the Dark Lord just stuck a hand on their hip and looked up longsufferingly.

Were it not for the too-vivid memory of feeling their code burn away from the inside out, Green felt like, in that moment, they could have strangled the Dark Lord.

The others started popping back out into the sky, then, leading more refugees out, but enough time had passed that only a very scant few IP addresses remained online. There wouldn't be time for them to make any more trips if they wanted to escape, themselves.

Quickly, however, the escapees grouped up into four distinct sections.

The Stick City sticks stuck close together, warily keeping an eye on the others.

The escapees from humans' devices hovered closer, watching everything around them in fear.

Green found themself with the rest of the Color Gang, somewhere between the two larger groups and being watched by both.

And then, as a group unto themselves…

…then there were the Chosen One and the Dark Lord, who'd started flying to the few remaining IP addresses still active and within reach, most likely searching for a good escape route.

As Green watched, however, the Chosen One straightened and waved frantically at them, pointing at a lit-up IP that seemed to be the steadiest still there, even as the barrier closing it off from the interspace flickered away entirely.

Green shared a look with Orange and the rest, then they all nodded and set off.

Well, the Color Gang did, anyway.

There came a sharp whistle from one of Mango's neighbors, and once all eyes were on her, she pointed accusatively at Orange, made a circle motion with her hand, then pointed at the Chosen One and the Dark Lord.

Orange lifted one hand to their face, then tilted their head questioningly.

This time, it was Purple who answered. They sang a quiet melody, the notes forming the image of two sticks standing menacingly above a crowd.

One of the sticks was red, and the other was black.

Green jolted, as did the rest of them, and they all glanced at the Chosen One in shock.

Instead of trying to deny the accusation, the Chosen One glanced down and gripped their forearm in visible shame. The Dark Lord looked the other way without any of their usual attitude.

Green could only hover there in shock. This couldn't have been after they'd first met the Chosen One- after the Virabot incident, Yellow had made a point of keeping up with Stick City news. It had been more of a hobby than anything, but Green knew she would have said something if the Chosen One had suddenly gone bad.

By extension, that meant that this had to have been before they came to fight the Virabot.

That…painted a clearer picture of why they and the Dark Lord had fought so viciously, actually, though Green knew they were still clearly missing pieces of the puzzle. One of those pieces was obviously whatever had gotten the two to work together to get the Color Gang to safety, but, hey, Green wasn't about to look a gift spawner in the mob.

Mango's neighbor made the circle motion again and pointed at Orange, who jerked back in offense.

Then Orange was gesturing, the Chosen One and the Dark Lord were gesturing, the Stick City sticks were gesturing, Green wound up closing ranks around Orange with the rest of the Color Gang as things got heated, and all the while the city below them crumbled and the sky grew darker and smokier and-!

Green balled their hands up into fists, took a deep breath, and let out a discordant, downright unholy shriek.

Instantly, everyone flinched and glanced their way, arms falling still.

Keeping one fist clenched, they used their other hand to gesture sharply at the discoloration left behind where the Dark Lord had stabbed clean through their chest. For emphasis, they turned around in the air to display the matching exit wound scar on their back.

When they turned back around, Yellow was pointing at the scarred slice through her throat and the back of her head, Red at the scarring on both the front and back of her gut, and Blue at the visible evidence of his own stabbing in his upper torso. Orange just held their arms out, each and every faded slice on full display.

They all pointed harshly at the Dark Lord as one.

The Dark Lord crossed their arms and folded ever-so-slightly in on themself, meeting no one's gaze.

Before anyone could act on this information (and Purple looked fit to throw down right then and there), Green swooped aside and pointed angrily at the smoke still rising from Stick City, a furious arpeggio forming the shapes of the Color Gang, the Chosen One, the Dark Lord, and one of the mechs.

The note-mech threatened the note-Color Gang as Green kept singing, but the note-Chosen One and note-Dark Lord grabbed them and pulled them to safety as note-Orange punched the note-mech into dust, then ran after them.

The notes vanished, and Green pointed emphatically at the IP that the Chosen One had tried to direct them all towards, breathing heavily.

There was a brief moment where none of them made a move.

Then Mango flew up by the IP, glanced at the Dark Lord, nodded at Green, and shot through.

The tension didn't quite break once Mango was gone, but it shifted ever-so-slightly, and the escapees flooded into the IP.

Green waited for the last of the strangers to shoot up and through, then gestured for their friends (and the Chosen One and the Dark Lord) to go through, too.

They all gave a quick nod of assent before doing exactly that, save for the Dark Lord, who just looked at them funny instead.

Green put one hand on their hip and pointed again at the IP longsufferingly.

The Dark Lord shot up and through, and only then did Green go in after them.

The tunnel flickered, and Green poured on the speed.

Just as their feet began to tingle with the impending disconnection, they saw the desktop of whichever device they were fleeing to come speeding towards them-

-and they tumbled from the wifi icon just as the tunnel slammed shut and the icon flashed a red X instead of signal strength bars.

Green shook themself and pushed themself to their feet, trudging towards their friends.

Orange and Red were gawking at the desktop they found themselves on almost as if they recognized it, and when a cursor jolted into motion, they were quick to jump up and down and wave their arms to get the User's attention.

The cursor carefully came down and picked the two up, then dropped them into an already-open Libreoffice document.

You two again?

Green stared at Orange and Red, who each glanced aside with matching awkward chuckles.

Orange's trademark text popped into view over their head. Heh, yeah. Hi again, Alexcrafter.

Ohhh. That would do it.

Purple nudged Green and shrugged questioningly.

Green held their hands in front of them as if they were, say, pressing two Minecraft icons together into the ultimate weapon of destruction and creation, then gestured to the icon in Orange's hands and Alexcrafter's cursor.

Purple nodded slowly, and in the corner of Green's vision, Mango scratched at the back of his neck.

I promise we'll explain when we can, but you've seen what's going on outside, right? asked Orange seriously.

Alexcrafter paused for a moment, then, WHAT ARE THOSE

Yeah, uh, as far as we know, a stick figure… Orange started, though they glanced at the Chosen One for confirmation. …?

The Chosen One nodded.

Orange nodded back and deleted their ellipsis and question mark before continuing, started a robot uprising. They took over the interspace, too, and we had to get as many people out as we could. Your IP address was one of the last ones online.

Alexcrafter didn't respond for a moment, then told them, theyre getting close to the house

im closing the laptop and grabbing my sisters

were all getting out of here

The survivors all threw their arms up in a cheer, and Orange nodded energetically. Thank you!!! Don't stop until you're safe!!!

The screen went dark from the outside, and Green pumped their arms excitedly, which got Red, Blue, Yellow, Purple, and Orange to all join in.

It was all up to Alexcrafter now, but they'd already promised to try.

#rosie writes #animator vs animation #animation vs minecraft #ava orange #ava red #ava yellow #ava green #ava blue #avm purple #avm mango #ava chosen one #ava dark lord #avm alexcrafter28 #AAAAAAAAAAAAA #sticks #not looking forward to using all those tags for nearly every upload lmao #sti-fi au

[blurrymango]

My favorite genre of my OCs- based off the looks of the cool emo friend I had when I was in middle school.

#mango man speaks #mango man draws #traditional art #traditional drawing #oc shit #prolly wont tag as mlp oc because said oc is not full pony so y'know #also they both have major themes of BLUE but its 1 am and i dont like traditional coloring anyway

[abluehappyface]

And here's the first version of Walking the Streets of a Former Hell! Unfortunately, Beepbox can only load so much of a midi before it has to cut parts of it off, so technically speaking this and all other covers of this theme are incomplete, but I'm not too bothered though. It cuts of perfectly with the 2nd/3rd to last measure, and ends in a way that that the majority of the song is done, so I still think it's worth posting. I really like this one! Has a very specific and unique feel that I can't describe, but am addicted to listening to...

@motsimages @magicalgirlpropaganda @mango-frog@mayumijoutouguu @nucg5040 @caniscreamintoanabyss @castanets @lesserbeans @leafboy-the-great @lordterronus @k4ndi-c0spl4y3r @kinokomynx @just-a-rainy-child @he-was-beautiful @hecho-a-mano @funkyfrogofficial @dunkelfuerstin @seafoam-blues @semisentient-entity @siegesquirrel42 @sophie-i-guess13 @soulless-paper-bag @space-frog-boy @aoihibikii @pastelkonpeito @insertusernamethatsnottaken @the-cinnamon-snail @the-kneesbees @that-bastard-with-all-the-bones @reblogging-corner @rude-occurrence @womensrightsstegosaurus @22ndcenturyschizoidman @starri-collective @please-put-me-in-the-microwave

#touhou project #touhou #touhou lost word #touhou yuugi #yuugi hoshiguma #hoshiguma yuugi #yuugi hoshiguma my beloved 💛 #bluey's resounds #bluey's touhou ost resounds #bluey's instrumentals #bluey's audios #bluey's songs #bluey's silliness #bluey's shenanigans #bluey's doing some video game osts! #bluey's fun posts! #bluey's hyperfixations #bluey's very happy :) #bluey's birthday posts #bluey's music #bluey's miscellaneous posts #YUUGI HOSHIGUMA TAKEOVER EVENT #bluey's TOP favourite characters #abluehappyface

[kyufessions]

Tattoos Together

context: college art student, piano player! yonghee x psychology major, piano player!g.n. reader met during lunch on their free time between classes

word count: 2.7k

warnings: fluff ?? ,, mention of food

a/n: writing for every member for FIX week that i haven’t written for yet (aka everyone except BX) + how did this get so long ?? oopsies + this is literally based upon something that happened to me IRL so yea ,,, enjoy and happy FIX week ♡

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there you sat waiting for your next class, researching for your psychology paper that wasn’t due for another two months. you had finished your first two classes of the day, both of them going by in a breeze. now you sat in the student lounge of your college, doing some more boring work as you picked at some garlic knots you picked up from the cafeteria next door. as the time struck closer to one o’clock, more students started filing into the lounge to meet up, eat lunch, or do whatever they pleased before, between, or after classes.

even though a bunch of once-empty seats were being filled by soloists and friend groups, there you still sat alone at your table with your laptop open in front of you. no one never really approached you considering you were quiet and mainly kept to yourself. your resting face was something some would call “bitchy”, but that was more out of your control. when people started noticing lesser seats, that’s when people decided to fill the booths and seats next to you. you didn’t pay any mind to them though, you continued to read an article on chemical imbalances in the brain as you continued to munch away on the surprisingly delectable food.

as you took a sip from your strawberry mango smoothie, Lauv’s Enemies playing through your left ear as you kept in only one airpod to pay attention to your surroundings, you looked up as the chair to the right of your table was pulled back by a tall, handsome man. you just stared as his eyes met yours, noticing the small brown dot underneath his one eye.

“is it okay if i sit here and eat?” he questioned, a large art bag hanging off his one shoulder and a plastic bag in his other hand.

you nodded, moving your laptop and food tray over to make more room for him to be able to lay his food out. you scooted your bag from your right to your left, placing it between your legs so he could put his art bag down that seemed quite heavy. “of course, go ahead. i don’t mind.” you replied, motioning for him to sit and to place his bags down.

he did as you offered, him bowing slightly as a thank you. you smiled politely at him, bowing back to him respectfully and turning back to your work. as he opened up his bag and different containers of food, you couldn’t help but feel your mouth water. you smelled a bunch of different spices and food you had never had before. you peaked over, noticing different foods you had never seen before. you looked away quickly, not wanting him to notice you looking and wanting him to think the smell was bothering you. but he noticed, and said something.

“oh, uh, is the smell bothering you? i’m sorry-“ he started before being interrupted by you.

you quickly shook your head. “no no, not at all. it smells really good, i was curious. sorry for staring.” you replied, smiling awkwardly at him.

with his strong accent poking out, you assumed he wasnt from your area. this, of course, didn’t bother you in the slightest. if anything, it made you curious. your college did have transfer students from other countries, so you assumed he was from another country or something of that sorts. every time he looked at you, you felt yourself wanting to scream about how breathtaking he was. how did the universe create him?

“oh.” he paused briefly before speaking up again, picking up a pair of chopsticks he had in his bag and pointing at each container that had food. “this is 떡볶이.” he said as he pointed to the biggest container he had before pointing to the second biggest one. “and this is 김치.” he continued to name each container one by one, further filling your curiosity. he’s korean, you thought to yourself. so he might be a transfer student from south korea.

you nodded, listening intently as he described each one to you. he even offered you some, but you declined. “i already have some food, but thank you! that does all sound really good, thought. maybe one day.” you said, smiling at him.

he smiled, nodding and turning towards his food to start eating. for quite some time you both went back to doing your own thing, him eating and on his phone occasionally as you finished your garlic knots and sipped on your smoothie as you read up on different mental illnesses for your paper. you would occasionally catch a glimpse of him out the corner of your eye, admiring him for a split second before returning back to what you were previously doing. he was really handsome- so fucking cute. breathtaking, really.

that’s when you noticed him place his phone upright, the youtube app open and him listening to piano music. inside, you wanted to squeal out of excitement. you played piano as well, and knew no one else that listened to piano music willingly as well. you smiled shyly at your computer, pretending to be smiling at something on there. that’s when you decided to close your laptop and open your phone to message your friend who was definitely still asleep, even though it was 1:20 in the afternoon.

dude this cute guy sat next to me in the lounge

he’s so attractive wtf

he noticed me looking at his food and explained it to me, i think he’s korean

he’s even listening to piano music </3

might be the loml who knows

you couldn’t help but double text your friend out of excitement. it’s not everyday a cute, polite guy sits next to you and openly talks to you. no one really speaks to you, so to have someone like him do so was somewhat shocking but in a good way.

you noticed him switch the song, watching as he did so subconsciously since you were wondering what he’d put on next. of course, he noticed. when he paused what he was doing and you noticed his headphones place on the table, you looked up to notice him looking at you already.

“oh, uh, sorry. i was just-“

“am i bothering you?” he asked as he tilted his head to the side slightly.

you waved your hands. “no, no. i, um, play piano so i was curious what you were listening to.” you stated, playing with your fingers out of embarrassment. “sorry, i didn’t mean to stare.”

he smiled, and boy was it beautiful. “you play piano too?”

and that’s what struck up your conversation for the next half an hour. you both talked about your love for piano, exchanging names and learning about each other as well. you were right, he was an exchange student from South Korea. he told you about back home, about his family and four other friends that he sadly left behind to pursue a career in the arts. and you told him about your life, or what you were willing to open up with him about. even his name was beautiful to you: kim yonghee.

he randomly started packing up containers, making you raise a curious brow at him. “oh, do you have class soon?” you asked him, secretly hoping he would stay longer. you genuinely enjoyed his company.

he shook his head no as he continued to pack up, shoving everything quickly into the same bag as before. “i don’t have class till three o’clock,” he replied, pausing to look over at you for a quick second before standing up in his chair. “i wanted to go play some piano before class, do you want to come too?”

you nodded, kind of confused but agreeing with him. “there’s a piano on campus?”

“you didn’t know? it’s right downstairs.”

you shook your head as you shoved your laptop in your bag, shuffling out of the booth and taking your items to throw away and dispose of the tray on top of the others. you both continued to talk as you followed him to the piano room, curious as to where this mysterious room was. you weren’t nervous considering it was the middle of the day and people were all around campus today, so nothing could happen to you at all. plus, you felt comfortable around him for some odd reason. you didn’t mind that new feeling, though.

as you followed him outside and across to the theatre department of campus, you smiled as you noticed a big piano to the left of the building right behind big glass windows. they were behind tinted windows, and you couldn’t help but get excited as you approached it. but your excitement faded as you realized something.

“are we allowed to be in here?” you asked him, turning to him as you entered through the front of the building and walked towards the room where the piano was.

“yes,” he replied. he swung the door open, placing his bags down as if he had done it multiple times. “i asked my counselor and they said it was okay.”

“if i get in trouble it’s your fault, yonghee.” you joked, earning a small chuckle from him.

you placed your bag next to the piano as you entered the room, grazing your hands over the keys and admiring the aging piano. all you could do was hope to own one just like this one day, just so you can spend your free days playing mindlessly to absolutely no one in particular.

yonghee knocked you out of your trance as he sat on the wooden bench, the screeching noise echoing through the tiny room. you looked over to him to see him already looking at you with a smile on his face, patting the empty space next to him.

“come sit, i want to hear you play.” the excitement in his voice was evident, especially with that smile of his that ever dared to leave his face.

you couldn’t help but giggle as you sat next to him, thighs and arms touching. you could feel his muscle rub against your arm as they touched, making your knees feel weak. “i will next time.” you said, scared to play for him. you only ever played by yourself, only when no one was ever home and allowed to hear you mess up or succeed. and you sure as hell were not going to play for a man you just met an hour ago.

he shot you a frown. “why not now?”

“i’m shy.” you said as you avoided his gaze, looking down at the piano keys for a split second before looking back at him. “but i want to hear you play, please?” you didn’t mean for it to sound like a question, but it ended up coming out that way anyway.

“only if you play for me next time, i will play now.” he negotiated, causing a laugh to escape from your lips.

“yes, i will. i promise.”

he cracked his knuckles and neck dramatically, causing a smile to form on your lips. “any song you want me to play?”

you looked up, thinking for a second before the perfect song came to mind. “never not by lauv.”

he nodded, smiling at the recommendation. as you both got to know each other, you found out that you both loved Lauv’s music; he was both one of your favorite artists. when he said Never Not was his current favorite song by him, you secretly died inside- it was yours as well. But you lied saying it was Tattoos Together because you didn’t want him to think you were saying what he wanted to hear.

as there he went, playing the song effortlessly. the melody was music to your ears- both metaphorically and literally. you closed your eyes for a few seconds, losing yourself in his beautiful playing. as you did so, he watched you for a few seconds before turning back. he found you very pretty, and you in this moment made his heart skip a beat. he wasn’t sure why, but it did. something about you gravitated you towards him, which made him sit next to you. he could’ve easily sat outside with his friends he made in class, but something was telling him to eat in the student lounge. so he did just that and found you. and here he was an hour later, full of food and playing piano for an ethereal human he met by chance. he made a mental note to thank the universe later.

when you opened your eyes again, you turned and watched his fingers play for the rest of the song. the way his long slender fingers played so gracefully made heat in your cheeks arise and a zoo uproar in your stomach. you’ve never had anyone play piano for you before, this was all new to you. whether this was your first and last meeting with yonghee or your first upon many, you didn’t mind. because this feeling, this memory, would last quite some time for you.

as he finished the song, a bright smile spread on your face and your hands started to clap at an appropriate volume. a blush crept across his cheeks as he looked at you, thanking you multiple times.

“i’ve done better, though.” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

“really? can i hear more?” you looked at your phone, checking the time. you both coincidentally had a class at three o’clock, so the timing was perfect.

“anything?” he asked as he laid his fingers upon some keys, not pressing down on them yet.

“anything.”

for the rest of the time, he played for you. he played everything from Lauv, to Beethoven, to a South Korean female artist by the name of IU he introduced you to that day. well, up until the last twenty minutes.

“let me teach you.” he suddenly suggested, taking you aback.

you raised a brow, tilting your head. “what song?”

he shrugged, then shook his head. “i know!” he said excitedly, getting up to stand behind you. “Tattoos Together, it’s another song i like from Lauv.” and when he placed his hands on top of yours, starting to guide your hands and fingers, you couldn’t help but giggle and smile like a fool.

but little did you know, he was too. he never expected his day to end up like this, but he wasn’t complaining. he hummed the tune between helping you play the correct notes, feeling his stomach get butterflies whenever you giggled. his face was directly next to yours the entire time, and for some reason that didn’t give you too much anxiety. if anything, just excitement. as the song practice ended, you both laughed as you looked at each other.

you both paused as your laughter subsided, just staring at one another with a goofy smile. they both faded gradually, one another just staring with nothing but admiration for this new found person. yonghee couldn’t help but glance down at your lips then back to your eyes, hoping he didn’t just ruin whatever was going on in the moment.

but you took it upon yourself to clear your throat and looked down in your lap, turning your head to unlock your phone and check the time- ten minutes to three.

“we, um, have ten minutes to get to class.” you mumbled, causing yonghee to pull away and start grabbing his bags.

the silence between you two were deafening for a good thirty seconds, the only sound being the rustling of you both quickly gathering your things. before he decided to break the silence, of course. “can i walk you to class?”

you turn to him, nodding when you realized he was looking at you. you couldn’t hold back your happy smile. “sure. but make sure not to be late, okay?”

“sure.”

as he walked you across campus to class, causing you to be three minutes late, you both exchanged instagram’s and numbers. he waited till he saw you sit in your seat to make sure you were okay before walking off to his class, knowing damn well he was going to be even later for his art course. when he finally got to his class, as he went to put his phone away in his bag he noticed a notification from you on his phone.

thank you for walking me to class! i will play some songs for you next time :]

#cix #cix scenarios #cix fluff #cix yonghee #yonghee #kim yonghee #cix hyunsuk #cix seunghun #cix byounggon #cix bx #cix x reader #cix jinyoung

[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

YOU SHOULD TELL ME ABOUT CECIL!!!!!!! THIS IS A THREAT /lh

HIII YESS TYY FOR GIVING ME AN OPPORTUNITY TO INFODUMP !!

(Btw, the reason I haven’t answered this one until now is bc I’ve been wanting to sit down and really give a good infodump ahaah!!)

OKAY SO

basics first and then I’ll get into stuff like how Cecil and Ellison meet and stuff

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Cecil

-he/they/it pronouns

-man-thing-adjacent (??) (he’s not a man but he does present mostly masculine)

-guardian angel (which is a lower ranked type of angel in the hierarchy of angels I have in my head and need to type out sometime lol)

-very silly, happy go lucky type of guy

-charming, in how genuine his happiness is (I feel like most people who are as upbeat as Cecil are putting on some kind of front, but Cecil straight up just is that optimistic and joyful!)

-that being said he is very aware of the suffering that so many humans endure and he does his best to bring hope and joy into the lives of as many humans as he can while on Earth, despite his job technically only being to watch over one assigned person

-speaking of that.. Cecil’s job is basically to watch over a single human, Ellison Gates, until they complete their Objective (term Heaven has for important achievements made by particularly critical human individuals)

-now, getting a little more into Objectives..

-not every human has an Objective, in fact, they are relatively rare, with only a select few individuals having an achievement in their lifetime so important that it alters the course of human progression in a major way aka an Objective

-Ellison’s Objective is to be a key part of a team of physicists and engineers who will invent faster than light travel, something which will allow for a myriad of other discoveries and human advancements

-the thing about Objectives, though, is that once a human has completed their Objective, Heaven kinda.. doesn’t give a shit anymore. That is to say, once a human has served their purpose, Heaven is pretty ambivalent to whether or not that human continues living on Earth or dies and comes to Heaven

-this is important information for later to keep in mind Btw…

-anyways, back to Cecil and Ellison specifically!!

-Cecil’s job is basically, now that Ellison has shown that they are on the right track to complete their Objective, to make sure they stay alive until they do

-it’s just that Cecil gets a little too attached to this particular human..

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How they meet

-Cecil has not been involved in Ellison’s life until around the time they’re finishing their undergraduate education

-he gets himself a job as a barista at the local coffee shop they frequent nearby the campus of their university

-when Ellison first sees that there’s a new employee they are a bit worried

-what if he gets my drink wrong? What if he mispronounces my name??

-but Cecil quickly proves to be an exemplary employee there, quickly memorizing Ellison’s favorites and anticipating their orders

-Ellison chalks his accuracy up to good intuition and quick learning

-in reality, Cecil had spent some time studying Ellison’s life before coming to Earth, of course he knew that they liked ice chai lattes on Mondays and Wednesdays and iced mango tea on Fridays.. the packet had a lot of little tidbits of information like that…

-Ellison uses the cafe as a study hall of sorts quite often and Cecil tends to distract them by chatting with them while he works

-he takes quite an interest in Ellison and Ellison finds themself stupidly charmed by this chatty and surprisingly intuitive barista

-eventually Ellison asks him out to lunch, something for which Cecil is ecstatic about

-he didn’t make any romantic advances earlier bc he figured it was probably against conduct for an angel to make a move on their human charge

-but if said human was the one to make a move.. well, he could work with that….

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I will add more later if I think of anything but I think this is good for now haha!!

Tyy again Viktor!!!

Stay safe and happy!!! <333

#heaven is a place on earth with you #selfship #selfship asks #asks #Dr viles laboratory #mutuals #mutual tag #friends #friend tag

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Where the Tainted Kiss [Chapter Fourteen] Alone Again [Vaas Montenegro]

Warning(s): Vaas being Vaas, death, breakdowns.

No Minors Allowed!!

Over and over like a fucked up mantra, Liv repeated the words Vaas had spoken to her, doing her best to figure out what he intended to do. She had no idea what he meant when he declared that he was going to fix her.

For days – three she reckoned – Vaas kept her in the trailer under the care of Yada and a pirate she had never met before; she wasn't much concerned with his name but he seemed to enjoy American-made muscle cars, so Liv called him Chevy. He was decent enough to talk to despite his English being broken, however, her nerves were a wreck the majority of the time, waiting on Vaas to do as he swore he would.

Perhaps the pirate was yanking her chain; he seemed to like making a mess of her. Liv was almost certain she was nothing more than a side project, one for Vaas to entertain himself with until the moment she was sold. And strangely she didn't mind his attention so long as he was civil with her.

And so far he was.

Day after day, it was the same nonsense. Vaas would walk in and talk to her a bit then give her something to eat and drink; food that she didn't have to pay for – she tried numerous times so as not to owe him, but he turned her down.

"Didn't your madre (mother) ever teach you not to look a gift horse in the mouth? It's fucking rude," he had once asked her.

Yes, but Vaas never shared his gifts without reason.

Liv learned not to question him, taking whatever he gave her. Sooner or later, she figured that he'd stop. And even though she liked having food in her stomach and enough water to last her the night, she wished he'd go back to being Vaas the murderer. It was easier to deal with him that way. Something was unnatural about Vaas the fixer; she didn't like it.

Was this a part of his process? Liv was familiar with the term fixer; a person who is attracted to people they can fix, but she doubted that Vaas honestly wanted to help her or that she needed to be mended. Her past was not happy but her demons were chained so there was no reason to want to drag them out. She learned to live with them. But perhaps Vaas wanted something from her, or perhaps this was meant to be her torture. She reckoned in a way it was. Her body was in fear of the unknown and her mind was a labyrinth.

He made her a paranoid mess, strung up so tight she was on the verge of another breakdown. She had no idea what lay in store for her, but one thing was for certain, her day was coming.

In the afternoon on the fourth day, Liv was on the couch with her knees pulled against her chest, listening to Yada and Chevy argue with one another about something she had no interest in when Vaas walked in. Both the men quietened down and waited for him to bark commands, returning to their duties as the said man sent them away. He dropped down onto the couch next to her almost in her seat and offered her a mango with one hand; in the other, he carried the camera.

Liv sat her legs on the couch next to her and took the mango, raising a curious brow. What was the camera for?

"I have a surprise for you, querida (darling)," Vaas mentioned.

"What sort of surprise is it?" Liv asked. She took a bite of the mango and hummed. Normally she'd find it rude to ask but the pirate was big on praise. The worst he could do is tell her to wait.

Don't spoil the surprise, querida (darling). Whatever the hell that means.

She honestly wanted to ask him to translate some of the more common words he used. It was like listening to her friends speak Spanish in high school when she took French instead; she was lost most of the time and guessing was not cutting it.

Vaas grinned and tapped her knee much to her displeasure.

"It's your big day; your face is almost healed. We're gonna film your ransom video, but after we visit Christopher. I have something he is gonna want to hear."

Liv hoped that whatever news he had was good for the actor. Perhaps Chris was being taken from the hole; this alone boosted her mood. A small grin spread across her face, but she did not comment on it. She sat in silence and ate her mango as Vaas tinkered with the camera.

It concerned her a bit that he was insistent about making a video for her though. He knew that Liv didn't have anyone besides her aunt to pay her ransom, she told him about this before, so the idea of making a video was unnecessary to her. But at least the bruises were almost gone; she'd be someone else's problem soon. Staring at him a moment, she ran her tongue across her bottom lip and offered the mango to him.

Vaas averted his eyes then leaned over and took a bite; the juice dripped onto her skin making her narrow her eyes in annoyance. She meant for him to take it, not eat it from her hand.

"What am I supposed to do during this video anyway?" Liv asked. She wiped her hand on the camo-printed pants - a set of interlinked cable ties kept them around her waist.

"Just sit and look pretty. Most people cry and beg though," Vaas answered simply.

How reassuring. But that's what I get for asking.

Liv almost turned up her eyes, but instead, she quickly ate her mango in an attempt to push their agenda forward, then followed Vaas from the trailer on his command to the front gate where the Scavenger was parked. Carlos and the others - Yada and Chevy - were there waiting. She took an uneasy breath and crawled into the backseat with Vaas, using her time to tinker with the camera and its finger fucked lens as it was tossed in her lap.

Here we go again.

An air of nervousness surrounded Liv as she rested on her knees in the sand having set the camera up on the tripod beside her. Her stormy blue eyes were focused on Chris as he lay unconscious. Every time she saw him like this her stomach churned. It was nauseating.

But he was OK. He had to be. Vaas had news for him.

The man in question sat down cross-legged in the frame with his back to Chris and filled his hand with white, then gestured with his head for Liv to start. With a nod in reply, she too was ready, eager to hear what Vaas had to say.

"Just when I thought I lost complete faith in society, something beautiful like this comes along," he remarked as he looked up at the camera. "The human spirit is... So full of mystery."

What was he getting at?

Vaas tossed the sand back down and grinned.

"You guys voted for the life of Chris and I'm gonna keep my word."

Liv was ecstatic. A wide smile pulled at her lips as she watched Vaas stand and turn to the actor, calling out his name.

"These fuckers, they want you to live. Which means..." The pirate sat down beside him with a grunt. "You're gonna be in here for another two or three weeks."

Why so long?

Despite feeling let down by this bit of news, Liv was still relieved that Chris was going to be OK. She locked eyes with Vaas and bowed her head in gratitude. In her heart, she knew that society would save him.

"He did the same joke about three times already," Vaas mentioned with a laugh as he pointed at the actor. "I don't think it's funny anymore Chris, so wake the fuck up. Say something nice to the people around the world on the internet."

A moment of silence passed, but Chris did not wake up or reply. The smile on her face slowly sunk into a frown. Why was he not responding?

Vaas called his name again and sprinkled sand on his head.

"Chris... Amigo (friend)."

He checked the actor's pulse and then suddenly leaned up on his knees in a panic. Liv wasn't sure if Vaas was acting or not but her heart was pounding in fear. He should have responded by now.

"Please wake the fuck up! Hey! Chris!" Vaas shouted as he shook him. He leaned down and tried to resuscitate him using mouth-to-mouth, but Chris didn't respond. He lay there lifeless.

By the second attempt, Liv knew that it was not an act. Tears blurred her eyes. This was not happening, not now. He was meant to live. She watched in horror as Vaas rested his head against the actors. He wasn't dead; he couldn't be.

Why wasn't Vaas trying harder?

Chevy suddenly ruined the moment, shouting the pirate's name as he ran down the beach toward them, standing in the corner of the frame.

"Shut the FUCK UP!" Vaas shouted at him, giving the pirate a heated look.

"Six skydiver just land on the island," Chevy mentioned in broken English.

Vaas widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Really?" A laugh escaped his throat. "On this fucking island?"

Chevy agreed then turned and ran past her, sparing her no look. Not like it mattered, she was in shock.

What did it matter if more people showed up? Liv narrowed her eyes at him. Chris was right fucking there. He needed help.

"You hear that Chris?" Vaas asked with another laugh. His attention turned to the camera. "Why the fuck do you people keep coming here? Hmm? I mean you know I'm fucking here."

He stood and ran past Liv towards the jungle leaving her alone. She honestly didn't care; she didn't even make a move to run. Staring at Chris through blurred eyes, she barely heard Vaas return until he was standing next to the actor again with a shovel in his hand.

"I um... I forgot to clean up my mess," he stated as he leaned down. "You know boys and girls always clean your room and listen to your parents."

Grabbing the shovel with the other hand he began to toss sand over Chris' head. Liv stared at him in confusion. She knew that Chris was dead, but something in her mind wasn't processing the information well.

"What... What are you doing?" She asked.

Vaas ignored her question and continued with his task.

"Sorry, Chris. This is not gonna be too long. Almost done amigo (friend)."

Once he was done, he leaned down into the frame again.

"I don't think anybody's gonna find him now."

Vaas grinned and blew a kiss at the camera then ran off-screen. He past Liv, but then backpedaled.

"Almost forgot about you."

Liv shook her head.

"H-he can't be. They voted for him to live."

Vaas snorted.

"Someone is loca (crazy). Come on. We have to go, querida (darling)."

She stood, but instead of following him, she rushed over to Chris and brushed the sand from the top of his head. His skin was cold to the touch. Tears poured down her face.

"Please don't leave me. You were supposed to live."

"Mourn later, querida (darling)," Vaas ordered.

He walked to her side, carrying the camera in one hand. With the other, he reached down and touched her arm, but she jerked away from him.

"Leave me alone!"

To her horror Vaas reached down and easily picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Don't be fucking rude when we have guests waiting."

Like she cared. Liv stared at Chris as he slipped further and further from view. He was gone and now she was alone with an unpredictable sociopath. She was doomed. Tears slipped down her face as she sobbed in grief.

I don't want to be alone. 

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Come Rest Your Weary Head (Part 6)

Here’s the last part! This fic really became way way longer than I was expecting because I split the parts up into mini-stories lol. And just fyi the original story I wrote for this section ended up being very angst and hurt/comfort so I made the executive decision to publish it as an independent story tomorrow. I wrote a fluffier section for the finale, because it felt unfair to throat angst at people who come expecting fluff. 

Happy Independence Day to my fellow Indians! Alluri Sitarama Raju and Komuram Bheem, both of you fought for our nation’s freedom, and today we celebrate 3/4 of a century of it. Thank you for your courage, and sacrifice. I wish you could have seen our flag fly. 

Onto the story...

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) 

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Ram bit his lip as he scratched out a couple more names from his list of new recruits and rewrote them in separate sheets. It had been nearly five months since the latest batch of recruits had joined them and Ram and the other senior members felt they were solid enough in their training to help out with the smaller raids they were conducting.

Being the one with the most experience on the ground for these raids, he had taken the responsibility of shuffling the new members into the already established groups according to best fit. Tomorrow, they’d do a few training exercises to make sure there were no major dynamic clashes and then they could plan for more raids.

He leaned against the bed frame, tilting his head back to allow the sun to shine on his face. It was another dry summer day, but thankfully there was wind to provide relief against the oppressive heat.

He had even forgone his usual western clothing for a simple cotton kurta with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a lungi tied above his knees. He was sitting perpendicular to his entrance, one leg stretched out while he used the other as support for the wooden slab on which he was writing.

“Ram!” Bheem called out moments before entering the house, with Sita following close behind. When Ram looked up the pair, a smile tugged at his lips. They were armed with fresh coconuts, and Bheem had a bag dangling from his arm that Ram would bet were mangoes. “Ram! Look, we got some delicious mangoes from the market in the next village. And the coconuts are heavy, I bet they have a lot of water!”

Ram laughed as he nodded. “Good to know your venture was successful. Do you need the machete for the coconuts?”

Sita shook her head, “No, it’s right outside, I just told Bhaiya we could leave the mangoes in here and then cut the coconuts.”

Ram nodded and let them work, returning to his papers. He smiled, happy that his best friend and his… Bheem were getting along so well.

He had not known how to break the news to Sita, knowing it would be dishonest to lie to her any further, but also not willing to hurt the one who had waited so long for him. In the end he had done it, terrified he was losing Sita forever.

She was perfectly named though, because while she did cry and not speak to him for a harrowing two weeks, she eventually accepted his news and started asking more about Bheem. Now, nearly two years from their initial meeting, the pair was thick as thieves, and often conspired together. Mostly against Ram. He loved them more than he had words to say.

He yelped when a coconut was shoved in his face, nearly upending his papers. “Bheem!”

Bheem just raised an eyebrow at him as Sita giggled from where she sat outside the mess of papers. Bheem instead decided to sit on the bed, by Ram’s head.

Placing the wooden slab and writing utensils away, Ram accepted the coconut, tipping it back as he brought it to his mouth. Letting out a small moan at the cool taste, Ram drank half the coconut before bringing it down. By that time, Bheem had already gulped his first, and was starting on his second. He exchanged a look with Sita, both of them hiding their giggles into their fruit.

“That was really good coconut, where did you get it?” Ram aid as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Vijaya akka. She was saying that because we had so much rain this season, the coconuts also got filled with water.” Sita explained, laughing at her own words.

Ram snorted. “Of course. Here, are you done with yours? I’ll cut it open.”

Ram stood up, adjusting his coconut to the crook of his elbow before accepting Sita’s. Beside him, Bheem pawed at his side. “Yes, yes, I haven’t forgotten yours Bheema!”

Taking all three coconuts outside, Ram picked up the machete, cutting the fruit in half. He also cut a small piece from the outer husk to use as spoons. Carving all the meat into one half, Ram balanced the three pieces inside, giving Sita hers before handing over his half to Bheem. He settled down again, leaning against Bheem’s legs as he started to eat.

“Are you sorting out the recruits?” Sita asked as she leaned over the papers.

Ram hummed as he ate a piece. “I want to keep the groups small though, 10-12 members. But the problem is the existing teams have been working together for months and established a dynamic. Breaking them into new groups, or adding new members is going to disrupt the dynamic regardless. I am just trying to see who will cause the smallest disruption.”

“Sounds tough,” Bheem said with a mouthful of coconut. He swallowed. “I’m sure you will figure it out though. Oh wait, you should put Murali with Venkatesh. Murali has a hard time sitting still, whereas Venkatesh is a patient sharpshooter. And Murali has good aim, if Venkatesh taught him, I’m sure Murali could become a great sharpshooter too. Have you sorted him yet?”

“Uh-” Ram said, looking at his list, “I think I placed him with Subbu.”

Bheem shook his head. “No, that won’t work, Subbu would get impatient and yell at him, and then Murali would just stop listening.”

Ram blinked at the man’s insight before reaching for his lists. He picked up his pencil and crossed out Murali’s name from Subbu’s group and added it to the same as Venkatesh’s.

When he looked at Sita, even she looked impressed.

Ram looked at Bheem. “Any chance you want to help me with the rest of these?”

“How many recruits do you need to place?”

“Sixteen.”

Bheem had a conflicted look on his face as he looked at Sita, but she shook her head with an understanding smile. “Don’t worry Bhaiya, you can teach me how to make that sweet of yours another day. For now, I will take the mangoes. Are you two ok if I keep the unripe ones to use for pickle later?”

Both men shook their heads.

“Alright then, see you for dinner.” Sita called out as she took her leave.

Ram set his coconut besides Bheem’s, slapping the other man’s leg when he reclined horizontally on the bed. “Bheem!”

“Ow! Don’t hit, I am awake only. This is just…more comfortable. Just say the names, I will tell you what I know.”

Ram squinted at him suspiciously before turning his back to him and resuming his earlier position. “Raghava?”

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Slowly, the pair made their way through the whole list, Bheem having helpful insights about all the new men. Ram made a mental note to add Bheem permanently to the teacher list for the new recruits. He then sorted the papers to the side before picking up the messages they had received from their contacts in the various cities, compiling them into a helpful timeline he could to present to the others later.

The sound of snoring interrupted him from his thoughts. When he turned, he bit his lip at the sight of Bheem fast sleep, face smushed into the pillow, mouth slightly parted. One arm hung over the bed. A more comfortable position his ass.

But still, it was too tempting a tableu to resist. Carefully setting everything to the side to deal with later, Ram shuffled forward to his knees till he was in front of Bheem’s face, fingers carding through his curls. Oh how many times had he wished to do this exact thing when they had still been Anna and Akthar.

Bheem startled awake with a snort, making Ram laugh. “Hey you. I didn’t think you were actually that tired.”

Bheem blinked at him blearily before giving him a dopey smile. “What can I say Bangaram? The weather is begging us to be lazy,” he broke off to yawn, making Ram yawn too, “…and this pillow smells exactly like you. How could I resist?”

Actually throwing back his head for a laugh, Ram’s eyes twinkled as Bheem shifted fully to lay on his side, one hand bring Ram’s hand to his mouth for a kiss to his knuckles.

Breath hitching, Ram bumped his hand against Bheem’s chin. “What do you say to having the real thing to cuddle with then?”

Bheem’s face split with a wide, toothy smile. “That is always going to be a yes, Ram.”

Extracting his hand from Bheem’s, Ram went to close the door, placing their used coconuts outside the door to be discarded later. Removing his kurta so he was only in his sleeveless undershirt and dhoti, Ram crawled into bed with Bheem, twisting so his front was pressed against Bheem’s back. He threw a leg over Bheem’s waist, and nuzzled the back of Bheem’s neck. “You’re right. This is too tempting a place not to fall asleep in.”

Bheem reached back to grab Ram’s Right hand and wove their fingers together before bringing them to rest against his heart.

Smiling, Ram pressed a kiss to the spot behind Bheem’s ear and closed his eyes, soothed to sleep by Bheem’s gentle snores.

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oh oh! coconut water is very good if you like the flavor. it is not for everyone— very lightly sweet and musky, I like it mixed with other fruit juices! like mango!

and those items sound awesome! I'm still not sure what I'm going to buy yet, the majority of my paycheck needs to go towards my school. but! I'm thinking of getting a cheetah plushie! I'm also saving up for a hammock because I read those can be good for insomnia and the rocking motion will make me feel very small!! like being rocked in a cradle :]

I actually plan on redoing a lot of my room decor soon! and going through my stuff and donating a lot of it. there's a bunch of stuff I don't use anymore and I know that someone else could use it! and it'll help me declutter and give me room for more stuff that I will use and get joy out of! like more plants or a cat condo for my cat.

speaking of which, my cat has a vet appointment on Wednesday and I'm nervous. she's not feeling too good lately, but that's why the vets there! to make her all better. so I'm trying to stay hopeful for her!

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hihi lil bug’ 🌼

ooo i'll have to give it a try at some point <3.

omg i want somthing like that- i'm obsessed with rocking, so i've been meaning to get like a rocking chair or a swing to stim on <3.

aww i'm so proud of you for donating though! me & daddy try to donate a lot too. i hope your room decor goes well though! decorating your room can be so therapeutic and calming! you'll have to describe it to us when you're all done <3.

oh no, i'm sorry to hear about your kitty <3. i hope that it's all good news and your kitty feels better soon <3.

keep us all updated <3.

i hope you have an awesome day today too <3

big hugs from me! <3

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