#obsessed with falcons and chickens.

[angelamontoo]

I was cleaning out my room and found some of my drawings from way back in October/November when my Peter Lorre obsession just started

#i have a couple more but i think theyre all ones i posted before #im sure youll be shocked to learn that at this time id only seen 3 of peters films #infact i coukd be mistaking but im not even 100% sure id actually seen tmf yet at the time i drew this picture #idk something about how i drew them makes me feel like i hadnt seen their actual dynamic within the context of the film yet but im not sure #peter lorre #the maltese falcon #joel cairo #arsenic and old lace #herman einstein #sam spade #also sorry about herms big ol snot #i remember for a good while before my pete obsession really took hold i was a big fan or drawing weird kinda gross-out cartoony art #my art #spades fingers look weird af #man! i cannot draw bogey to save my life #theres this picture i drew of spade and cairo the other day where spade just looks aaaawful #his face is way too small and i accidentally made his hands initially too big and i tried to fix it and ended up giving him these creepy #lil chicken feet hands #which is unfortunate cause his hands are very relevant to the image #eh ill probably still send it someday

[absideon-ephemeral]

Dog Tags | Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x (fem) reader

Summary: there is something about Bucky’s dog tags that drove both of you crazy.

A/N: SET AFTER THE SHOW THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER. I have a head cannon that Bucky ended up moving to Louisiana and buying a house close to Sarah.

Warnings: (hopefully) tooth rotting fluff, mild language, Reader described as having boobs, suggestive themes, illness, idk what I missed so read at your own advisory I guess.

There was something about them.

Those fucking dog tags.

He wore them every moment of every day: didn’t even take them off to shower or sleep.

They were just pieces of metal (although they had special value to him) so you couldn’t figure out why it drove you crazy whenever you caught a glimpse of them.

I was a good kind of crazy though. One that would make you go feral for him. You never voiced this to your beautiful lover, but he knew. Oh, he knew.

After finding out about your obsession from Sam a little birdie, he would make any excuse to show them off. In the shower, working out, cuddling? Bucky did it all. (His favorite was seeing them dangle and slap your face while he has you folded in half).

But his ultimate favorite ended up happening on a quiet Sunday morning. . .

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It was early. Early enough to just begin to hear the birds chirp and see the sun start to rise. Bucky unlocked your shared front door and crept inside as quietly as possible.

For the past week, he had been away on some diplomatic mission to tie up loose ends left from the Flagsmashers. His week was crammed full of press conferences, meetings, and the occasional man hunt for a left-over Smasher. And for the past week, his stress has been through the roof.

It all started when he had managed to forget his dogs tags on the bathroom counter the morning he left. For the rest of the week, an unsettling weightlessness sat on his chest and the absence of the familiar, cool metal was strange. The tags brought him comfort: it kept him grounded and reminded him of who he is. On rough days, they acted as a form of emotional support - reminding him that he is James Buchanan Barnes and not him. Without them, a strange hollowness followed him everywhere.

And to make matters worse, you ended up falling sick with something close to pneumonia the day after he left. He was helpless and couldn’t do anything more than call and pester Sarah to check on you.

So he felt empty and stressed, but now he was home and wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with you.

As quietly as possible, Bucky set down his bag and toed off his mud-crusted boots, making his way to the kitchen after. He tried (keyword, tried) to quietly recreate his mom’s famous chicken noodle soup for you, but it was a bit hard when his metal arm ‘clinked’ against the pot and bowl.

Once he was satisfied with the meal he prepared, he grabbed a glass of water and made his way to your shared bedroom.

Nudging the door open, he was greeted with the sight of your sleeping form sprawled out on the bed. Setting the soup and water on the bedside table, he sat on the edge of the bed to silently admire you.

There you lay, hair a messy halo on the pillow and small snores accompanying each breath. He took note that you were wearing his old red shirt with the words “can you give me a hand?” written across it (Sam had given it to him during a visit to Wakanda when he was an armless mess). But the thing he noticed most was the harsh rasp and rattle of your lungs with each breath. A frown fell upon his face as he decided wether or not to wake you up. On one hand, he wanted you to enjoy your, seemingly peaceful, sleep; but on the other, he knew that you needed to clear your lungs before you suffocated on mucus.

The thought of you not suffocating won over and he gently shook you awake. It took a couple shakes and the quiet repetition of your name to elicit a groan from you. From there, he began to gently coax you further into awareness.

“Come on doll, I’m finally home and want to see those pretty eyes. I need you to get up, hon.” He spoke softly.

Slowly but surely, your eyes opened and you had to blink a few times to clear them. Upon seeing the beautiful face of your lover you shot up, despite the protest of your sluggish body, and threw your arms around his neck.

“I missed you so much.” Your voice was hoarse from coughing and sounded so frail.

“I missed you too, darling. I know you’re probably still tired, but how about we take a nice, warm shower together, hm? That way we can both be clean and we can loosen up that gunk in your lungs.”

You simply nodded, too tired and on the brink of falling asleep against him. He wrapped you up in his arms and carried out of bed and to the bathroom. Once inside, he set you down on the toilet and turned on the shower all the way to hot. He stripped himself bare, save for his boxers, and then began to help you.

Kneeling in front of you, he placed his hands on your waistband, a silent ask of permission. You lifted your hips just enough for him to slide your shorts off. The shirt came next. But it’s what was under it that caught him off guard.

It wasn’t the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra, no, he was used to that.

But it was the fact that you were wearing his dog tags.

His dog tags.

The ones he left behind and had felt their absence all week.

Sitting so prettily between your breasts, shining and slick with condensation.

For a minute his brain short circuited - snapping into a daze as the bathroom began to fill with hot, thick steam. But it was your voice that brought him back.

“Bucky?” The small call was followed by a series of coughs that racked your whole body.

He immediately sprang into action, rubbing your back and pushing your damp hair away from your face. Reassuring words spilled out of his mouth like a poem; guiding you through it and reminding you to try and breathe. By the time the coughing subsided and you could breathe again, your chest hurt and your lungs were so tired. Bucky could see your exhaust and it pained him to see you so tired.

“Whats on your mind?” The question caught him off guard.

“Nothing hun. Just thinking about how pretty you look wearing my tags.”

A small grin broke out on your face, “you like when I wear ‘em?”

His eyes met yours. “Honey, I absolutely fucking love it.”

A raspy chuckle escaped you. “Good. Cause I want to wear them if that’s okay with you. Especially when you’re not here. It’s like I have you right beside me no matter what.”

Bucky smiled and stood up, stripping you and himself of the remaining clothes and guiding you off the toilet and to the shower. “Doll, you can wear them whenever you want. You can wear them forever if that’s what it takes to make you always feel safe and loved,” he stepped into the shower, allowing the warm water to hit him first, “but I will always be by your side. With or without those tags.”

A small smirk crept upon his face as you fully joined him in the shower.

“You don’t know the things you do to me wearing my tags. Actually, I want you to wear them every day. That way, everyone will know you’re mine.”

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And he kept true to his word. Everyday, he would place those tags around your neck, making sure they fell just right on your chest. More often than not it ended up with him bending you over the bathroom counter and watching in the mirror as his tags slapped against your tits. And he made sure you always had them when he was away as well. No longer had he felt anxious or empty without them for he knew that they were always beside your heart.

So, it’s safe to say, that his favorite way of seeing his dog tags, was on you.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barns x y/n #firsteveroneshot

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Drawn Together 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, obsession, intimidation, and other dark elements.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: You get a tattoo on an impulse to break your routine, but you walk away with something else as permanent as the ink.

I saw this and had to

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You are not a rebel. You are clean cut. You live within very precise boundaries. Minimizing every part of yourself to evade notice. Rules are not meant to be broken, despite that old cliche.

That is until that day. It's foolish, you know it. That voice in the back of your head repeats your foreboding. You know you can't go back. There isn't a magic eraser for this one.

Shut up.

You're over it. Over yourself. Over your boring life. You've never done one fun thing for just yourself. It's always been what has to be done. What must be done. You're thirty years old and you don't even know if you understand the concept of 'fun'.

You sit on the leather bench. Nervous and shaky as hell. There's still time to change your mind. You can take your deposit and go, with clean untainted skin.

No! You're not going to chicken out this time. You want one memory that doesn't end in you tucking tail and running.

"Do you like the sketch?" Sam, your assigned artist asks.

You glance over at him as he pulls on a pair of black gloves, his gun laid out and sterilised. You peek at the open sketchbook, the drawing of a simple red poppy outlined in black with a thick spiraled green stem. Nothing too big or extravagant, easy to hide. If your mother or father ever saw that, you would be excommunicated.

"I love it," your voice quavers and you clear your throat, "I'm sorry, I'm just a little anxious."

"That's fine. First time, right?"

"Uh, yeah, I don't even have piercings," you give a brittle chuckle, "I'm not really the adventurous type."

"I'm sure you are in your own way," he grins, a look that calms you. "So, we still set on ankle?"

"Um, yeah, I think that's good."

"As good a starting place as any. Glad I talked you off the ribs. Those are tender."

"Just an idea," you breathe, "I don't know much about these things."

"Not to worry, you're in good hands," he winks, "you can just relax," he rolls his stool to the foot of the bench, "and pop your leg up here."

"Right," you gulp down another chest full of air and follow his direction, "that's it?"

"And keep still. Tell me if you need a break. The pains a bit much at times so don't be afraid to speak up."

"Okay, sounds good," you try to settle in but your blood feels thick and your vision speckles with silver. Oh god, you're really going to do this.

"Don't hold your breath," he says, "really, I don't like my canvases passing out."

"Sorry."

"It's okay, you want something to drink before we start?"

"No, I'm good."

"Awesome," he says and grabs his gun, double checking the tip before moving back to your ankle. "Alright, I'll count down so you're not too surprised."

"Thanks," you fold your hands over your stomach as he positions your leg and bends forward.

He counts from three and you focus on not moving at the first stab of pain. Don't be a weak bitch. You grit your teeth and let out your breath as the gun buzzes loudly. The pain keeps a steady sear in your skin but you slowly get used to the sensation.

As he works, your eyes wander along the dark red walls and the artwork hanging all around. Tattoos in colour and black and white. The schematics of a tattoo gun. A falcon crest wrought in brass.

You hear the door open and the smoky voice of the other artist, Nat greets the newcomer you can't see past the pillar. The response is a deep, rocky timbre. You can only imagine the inked up brute behind it.

"Always with the notes," you hear a paper crinkle, "I'm the artist here, Rogers."

"Hey, I'm an artist too," the man counters lightly.

You peek over as the redhead woman appears on the other side of the pillar and guides her client through to her open workspace. An open curtain drapes against the wall at the other end of the shop. She sets down the page and tuts as she looks it over.

The man slides off a pair of dark sunglasses, black lenses with golden frames. He slips them into the pocket of his denim jacket and tugs at the sleeves. Their actions seem to be routine and you can see why. His arms are covered from wrist to shoulder in ink, a few smaller tattoos on his knuckles. Now you really feel out of place. 

"Sam, what's up?" The other client calls over as he hangs the denim on the coat rack.

"What's it look like, Steve?" Sam says, his eyes not leaving your ankle.

You take in the interaction silently. You're a stranger among the usuals. The poser getting their taste of artificial danger. Your ankle tweaks and you smother a grunt between your teeth. The noise catches the blue eyes of the man, Steve.

You quickly avert your eyes back to Sam and knot your fingers together. Steve's shadow moves away. The artist at your bench hardly seems bothered but gives a shake of his head.

"You want the curtain?" Natasha asks as she approaches the black drapes.

"Nah, you know I don't care."

Your eyes flick up as the man peels off his tank top. Wow. You blink rapidly and make yourself act normal. 

He lowers himself onto the leather seat as Natasha takes out her tools and starts sterilising. You once more force your attention back to Sam's careful work. It's going to take a while.

"You good?" He asks as he glances over, lifting the gun from your skin.

"Great," you murmur in an airy voice.

"Still nervous?"

"No, actually, kinda excited," you try not to speak too loud, overly mindful of the other client in the shop.

"Good," he hunches again and you suck in as he put the needle back to your skin. "So, what do you do? When you're not getting sick tats, that is?"

"Um, I, er, I teach. Music lessons."

"Music, huh? You seem like… the drummer type."

"Piano," you correct him, "I can carry a beat–" you pause to check the pain in your voice, "but I mostly teach piano."

"Classy," he remarks, "so, a poppy, any particular meaning to that?"

"Er, no, uh," you rub your neck nervously but make yourself quit moving, "it's my favourite flower."

"Pretty sombre fave but I get it," he remarks.

"Yeah, I guess…"

Your attention is drawn at the soft slap of skin and the rattle of metal. You look up as Steve retracts his hand and Natasha points at him with a sharp nail, "this is a sterile workspace."

He chuckles at her irritation and shows his palms before he sits back. He rolls his shoulders as he leans casually and twiddle his fingers against his jeans. Once more, your eyes meet and his mouth slants slightly. You gulp and look down again.

"So, any ideas for a second piece?" Sam asks.

"I think I'm gonna stick with one."

"Not gonna get a full bouquet?" He wonders.

"Not yet."

"Better get cozy, Rogers," Natasha says.

You look up as she sprays shaving foam onto his chest.

"You know this is my second home," he teases as he relaxes and she spreads the cream.

"Don't remind me," she grumbles as she takes a razor.

You tear away from your distraction once more. Gosh, it is painful. You don't know how people end up like him. Your tiny little flower will be more than enough for you.

You close your eyes and groan. Sam rests his hand on your calf. He squeezes as he pauses again.

"Need a break."

"No, keep going," you puff out.

You grip the side of the leather bench and bite down. You've always been a big baby. You bat away the gloss of tears threatening to confirm that and take another breath.

The subtle creak of leather pulls your gaze back across the room. Steve leans slightly around to see you past Nat as she shaves one side of his chest. You grimace and hide beneath your lashes.

Why is he looking at you like that? It must be amusing, someone like you in a place like that. Now you know this is definitely a mistake.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #drabble series #mcu #marvel #captain america #sam wilson #natasha romanov #au #tattoo au

[stillhavetodothat]

Replaying Nancy Drew without cheating - Part Four: The Final Scene

AND HERE IT IS....

Is The Final Scene the MOST brilliant game in the entire Nancy Drew series??

Hear me out. It has literally everything you could ever want out of a Nancy Drew game. Danger. Mystery. A ticking clock. A lack of pointless chores. An intriguing backstory. An amazing soundtrack. An extremely sassy Nancy. A caked up Nicholas Falcone.

I think the ONLY thing that is missing from this game, honestly, is length. I think it is well-known in the community that this game is too short, especially on replay, but I recently learned that this was the first game that HerInteractive put out on a 2-a-year schedule, so the development was rushed. After TRT, the company almost could not afford to continue making games, so they had to switch strategies. Technically, FIN saved the franchise. In that context, the only disappointment is that they didn’t have more time to work on this absolute MASTERPIECE.

I also think my love for this game has grown after reading the book that it’s based on. Queen Simone Mueller was adapted from a boring male Simon Mueller, the talented Louisa Falcone was adapted froma boring male Louis Falcone. The Harry Houdini storyline was completely new in the game. Brady Armstrong having a vested interest in the theater demolition was also new in the game and made him a much more interesting and sinister character. I know that this book was written in the 80s, but Bess’s one-dimensionality (obsessed with food and boys) annoys me; much happier to see Vietnamese-American college student as the kidnapee instead.

Not cheating in this game was super easy for me. It’s another game I’ve played a dozen times, so even if I didn’t remember the exact sequence of events, I quickly was able to move the game along. I finished in under 3 hours, and that is with being consistently distracted by the NFL game my fiance had on in the background. Having three distinct days makes this game very sequential and hard to get stuck.

Some random thoughts I had during this replay:

1. Someone put this soundtrack on vinyl, PLEASE. I would literally murder someone to play this in the background while reading a book and smoking a joint on my couch.

2. Even as a child, I loved Nicholas Falcone. There is just something about a man with a passion. Nothing used to turn me on (still does turn me on) than Nicholas’s intellectual negging of a dim-witted Brady Charmstrong during the press conference. This was also the first time I really took the time to listen to the entire press conference from the ticket booth...pure gold.

3. Speaking of the ticket booth, taking to Sargeant Ramsay on the phone is absolutely hilarious. Who is this voice actor? Someone find him and give him more gigs. And Eustacia Andropov? An incredible character and a treat of a phone call as well. WHO WROTE THIS SCRIPT?? I think this is probably the funniest game there is.

4. Let’s just go ahead and go through some of the best quotes of the game.  “I may have to cut this short, Hal. Someone just climbed out of my wardrobe.” (entirely unphased) “I think your phone’s about to ring.” “Take a breath and pinch yourself, because it’s reeeally happening: Brady Armstrong, in the flesh. Star of Vanishing Destiny? Go ahead, faint. I’ll catch you.” “Why don’t you tell that little grey troll that I think he did it just to keep himself from dying of boredom in this old dump. THAT’s my comment.” “Fight the power.” (a classic) "Mr. Charmstrong, do you find that your fans respond to you more in your chicken suit or curly wig?" “Maybe you’d better think about being ‘in on the law’ and ‘down with the truth’ Nicholas.” “More? I’m 96 over here. I don’t exactly have time to burn.” “You tell that Sherman Trout Eustacia said, ‘You’re not dead yet, Shermie, so get up and make yourself useful.’” “Armstrong: Uh, do we still like him or what?”

5. Joseph always scared the hell out of me. Even to this day. He is creepy and he IS a little grey troll. Why is he constantly trying to get me to leave the theater and go to bed in the middle of the day? Why is he lying about his brother Jake? Why is he always popping up in the most chilling way possible? I hate him. I suspected him from the very beginning.

6. When Nancy says that Maya never goes ANYWHERE without her press pass...ma’am you are an undergrad student at Washington University. Please calm down.

7. Not sure if anyone remembers, but back in the day on the HerInteractive message boards people used to put all the games they had finished in their signature for all their posts. Some would just put a list of all the games, but others would get creative (including me, although it wasn’t creativity on my part as much as it was copying other people). Their signature would say things like “I have Stayed Tuned for Danger,” or “I have discovered The Secret of the Scarlet Hand.” FIN’s was “I have seen The Final Scene” and I still to this day say this whenever I talk about this game with anyone. Throwback.

8. I never would have figured out the gum on wand bit if not for the message boards back in the day, and my memory of it now.

9. This is a game that is more about the mystery and less about the puzzles. I loved this one, even though this is probably the hardest part of the entire game (besides the gum on wand thing).

10. The ending is SO intense. Because I know exactly what to do, it is less so, but the whole thing still gives me goosebumps. That timer in the corner quickly ticking down? Hiding in the closet when the police do their final sweep? Joseph being an absolute psychopath? The focus knob breaking off? The KEYS? MAYA BEHIND GLASS?? TRYING TO BREAK THE GLASS WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER? JOSEPH BEING A PSYCHOPATH AGAIN?? (I can let it slide that defeating the culprit involves flashing them with a cheap prize from an ancient game in a decaying basement. It’s still so good).

11. Also, I have a print of this in my house right now because of this game. I don’t even know the artist, but I love it.

So thankful to rediscover my love for this game. Can it top Treasure in a Royal Tower and Dexter’s sexy, raspy voice? Maybe not. But it is up there.

Next stop: DC!

#nancy drew #nancy drew games #nancy drew pc games #pc gaming #herinteractive #the final rule #fin

[laiqualaurelote]

Rules: Post 10 of your favourite movies and tag 10 people! Thanks @glamorouspixels for the tag. I’ve actually been thinking about this of late because I’ve listening to Brett Goldstein’s podcast Films To Be Buried With. These are in the order I watched them:

1. Lord of the Rings

My favourite films of all time, based on my favourite book of all time. Also I consider them to be one very long 11.5h movie (yes, I refer to the extended editions).

2. Chicago

One of the first movie musical adaptations I ever saw, which left an indelible impression on me. To this day I could probably describe the Cell Block Tango scene shot by shot. Catherine Zeta-Jones! 

3. Once Upon A Time In Mexico

This bonkers finale to Robert Rodriguez’s El Mariachi trilogy has everything. It has Antonio Banderas as a brooding guitar-playing hitman. It has peak Johnny Depp in the era when it was not weird to have a Johnny Depp phase. It has Salma Hayek looking absolutely smoking. It has Enrique Iglesias, whose guitar has a flamethrower. It has Danny Trejo! Willem Dafoe! Eva Mendes! Mickey Rourke! all playing these absolutely unhinged roles. I adore it. 

4. Sin City

So there are two Rodriguez films on this list, but I don’t think I could do without either. Sin City is perhaps one of the best graphic novel screen adaptations of all time. I was obsessed with this film from quite possibly too young an age, especially with Rosario Dawson as a dominatrix with a machine gun. It’s utter pulp and I’m not sorry.

5. Brick

I maintain this high-school neo-noir with baby Joseph Gordon-Levitt is still Rian Johnson’s best film, and this is despite the fact it was so low-budget they had to fake a transition by pulling a garbage bag over the camera and then playing it in reverse. It also contains a scene with a chicken jug that will live in my heart forever.

6. Singing’ in the Rain

Do they make them like this any more? They do not. I can’t begin to pick what I love most about this - the hysterically funny script, the OT3 vibes, the fact that nearly every musical number is a colossal achievement of its own (Donald O’Connor running up the walls in Make ‘Em Laugh! The tap-dancing in Moses Supposes! Cyd Charisse in that green dress in Broadway Melody!) or even just the comic genius of Jean Hagen, which could sustain an entire film on its own.

7. Inception

This film managed somehow to be both a cinematic masterpiece and fandom catnip, which is rare. As an architecture/urbanism geek who also loves heists and devastatingly competent men in suits, I feel like this film was made for me. Also, Arthur/Eames! One of my all-time ships. 

8. 28 Days Later

Best second-generation zombie film, for my money - both stunningly shot and horrifying. The way the final mansion massacre is filmed while John Murphy’s soundtrack builds on that eerie four-note crescendo - chills. Also, young Cillian Murphy and Naomie Harris! really the most beautiful zombie film ever. 

9. The Maltese Falcon

I dithered over whether to put this or The Big Sleep in the bracket of “classic book-to-film noir adaptation starring Humphrey Bogart” - I love them both equally - but went with this because it is, marginally, the better film (and the better book - Raymond Chandler could write the hell out of a novel but he could not tie up his plots). It also has the fantastic villain duo of Peter Lorre and Sydney Greenstreet, as well as a young Elisha Cook Jr as the gunsel who gets played for a sap. That ending! “If they hang you, I’ll always remember you.” 

10. In the Mood for Love

This is, hands-down, the greatest film on this list. Definitely one of the greatest films ever made. Every single shot is a work of art. That iconic scene of Maggie Cheung buying noodles in a dark high-collared cheongsam, walking down a smoky alleyway swinging her tingkat to the strains of the plaintive violin of Shigeru Umebayashi’s theme, brushing past Tony Leung in his steam-rumpled suit - it gives me shivers. I’ll never be over the ending of this film. I’ll also never be normal about buying noodles.

So I’m not going to tag 10 people because I’m too tired but like talk about your favourite movies if you want to! 

#tag game #films to be buried with

[ghosts-of-love]

right. using all my confidence to send this ask.

if there were to be a dog at button house. how do you think it would go. as in, each ghost's reaction! OR!!!!!!!! if each ghost had a pet of some kind (in an alive au ofc) what would it be!!!!

these little thoughts only came to me because my parrot loves larry rickard. have a splendid day :)

this is an EXCELLENT question thank you so so much!! (also please please never feel like u can't send asks! I really love to hear from people!!) also i'll answer under the read more because undoubtedly it'll get long!

for everyone else: send me asks! (my work system is down so i cant do anything!)

okay, so we've already seen at least some of the ghosts reactions to real life dogs at button house (Barclay's dogs and Nick's dog!). From my recollection of both times...

Robin, seeing a dog: COMRADE BARK BARK (relatable)

The Captain: adorable confusion/stern look at barking (also relatable)

Pat: attempting to give the dog SO much love and attention even though it's making him nauseated 🥺 (the most relatable)

we also know that Fanny loved her dog Dante more than her own kids lol and in terms of other pets irl i think she had a falcon and a horse? a real animal lover tbh!

in terms of everyone else having pets when they're alive - i don't think anyone doesn't want a pet but I do think they fall into one of two categories (Robin exists outside these categories because animals aren't pets to him, they're fellow guys)

adores animals and desperately wants or has a pet (Pat, Kitty, Fanny, Humphrey)

pretends they don't want a pet/are above having a pet but would love one if they got one (Julian, the Captain, Mary, Thomas)

Mary is the 2nd category because i think she had a lot of animals out of necessity (cows, chickens, etc) and so might not get the concept of having one just to have one (and also is probably very similar to Robin - chickens are just some guys in the same way that dogs are).

Pat is definitely a dog person! The Captain pretends to be ambivalent but is absolutely like someone from those videos where it's like "my dad and the dog he didn't want" and they're both cuddling on the sofa. In my fic Lost then Found, Fanny adopted a border collie and Cap trained it and low-key I am still in love with that idea, I think a border collie or springer spaniel would be a good dog for him. Taking training seriously (!) but also being adorable and cuddly for him. I've got distracted by the Captain now.

I think Julian would be in category 2 where he has a cat so he could pretend it's self-sufficient and that neither of them care for each other but then he has multiple nicknames for it and gives it the best food.

Kitty, like Fanny, is category 1. I think she would have a house full of strays/adopted animals. Everything under the sun. Basically her own animal shelter (because she knows what it's like to feel unloved)

This is actually making me really emotional because the more I'm thinking about it, the more I think, regardless of category 1 or 2, any of them would just love an animal that loves them back? Even people like Julian or Cap who pretend to be above it all, they'd see a little lost kitten and be like,, yo anyone gonna give that guy a home?

I'll leave it there for now, but I'm thinking I really should put more pets into my AUs now!!

Also i'm now obsessed with your parrot who loves Larry Rickard. A bird of fine taste! I hope that you have a lovely day as well!! and thank you again for sending this!! <3 <3

#bbc ghosts #ask #anon #this got fucking LONG and i'm so sorry!!

[kaestis]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN

what’s your phone wallpaper :  ben in the ben & rey vs palpatine fight

last song you listened to : the night we met by lord huron

currently reading : brotherhood by mike chen

last movie : star wars: return of the jedi

last show : the clone wars

what are you wearing right now : pj's as I dread getting into my work clothes

piercings / tattoos? : 7 tattoos - a storm cloud, rey's lightsaber, kylo's lightsaber, luke's lightsaber, ahsoka's clone wars lightsaber, cal's repaired lightsaber, and the millennium falcon ( last 3 i just got on Saturday alksndlkasn )

glasses ? contacts? : yes on glasses, astigmatism makes the world go fuzzy

last thing you ate? : microwave meal, some noodle / sausage / chicken dish in a cajun style sauce

favorite color(s) : dark / forest green, dark blue

current obsession :  star wars but more specifically jedi: survivor and star wars lore

do you have a crush right now? : nope

favourite fictional character : ben solo, luke skywalker, tony stark

tagged by: @donutdollie tagging: you!

#* &. dash games

[demonangelgirl134]

Raptors the Hedgedemon

(Finally doing Raptors' bio)

Name: Raptors

Age: 36

Gender: trans male (he/him pronouns)

Sexuality: bisexual (but demiromantic)

Location: Mobian Hell

Species: Demon Hedgehog (dead)

Occupation: the Mobian Devil

Favorite colors: yellows and magentas

Nationality: Scottish

Personality:

• childish

• short tempered

• rude

• arrogant

• tsundere

• sometimes feminine

• can be nice when he wants to be

• persistent

• winey

• a bit of a crybaby

Physical characteristics:

• wears a mask that is basically a prosthetic eye to him

• relies mainly on his pitchfork for combat

• can shape-shift into anything

• half blind without his mask

• has a bullet scar on his forehead and a scratch scar on the eye covered by his mask

• has telekinesis in which he can control his scarf like an extra pair of arms

• has a prosthetic ear

• gets electrocuted when he touches holy water (and the invisible sweater)

• has a very fluffy chest and shoulders

• cries blood

• catches fire when angry

• has a Scottish accent

• voice turns demonic when he's mad

Preferred weapon: battle axes and his pitchfork

Likes:

• Collecting souls

• taking baths

• sleeping

• causing misery in the surface world

• acting and performing

• Singing

• seeing people suffer

Dislikes:

• Scratch the Cyber chicken

• people mocking him

• disappointment

• people speaking against him

• Stickler the Impfox

• meetings

• being unappreciated

• work

Faults:

• is arrogant

• is overly obsessed with getting Scratch the Cyberchickens soul

• doesn't like to accept help

• can be impulsive

• is easily ticked off

• isn't the type to allow people to get close to him

Fears:

• being deemed a pathetic Devil

Best friends:

• Bullet the Vampire Bat

• Slash the Harpie

• Bax the Bear

• Striker the Fenic

• Skeppy the Imphog

Acquaintances:

• Cobalt the falcon

• Stickler the Impfox

Crushes:

• Skeppy the Imphog

• Mindy the fox

• Cobalt the falcon

Enemies:

• Scratch the Cyberchicken

• Grounder the Swiss army robot

• Maria the Ghost Cyberchicken

Relationship status: Single

Family:

• Velvet the hedgehog (deceased twin sister)

• Whiplash the hedgehog (missing older brother)

• Apex the hedgehog (deceased father)

• Lace the hedgehog (missing mother)

Backstory:

Raptors the Hedgedemon was raised in a very abusive home when he was still alive. His parents divorced and his father didn't take his mom leaving well and would constantly take it out on Raptors and his sister by hitting them and calling them worthless he even clawed out Raptors' eye when he was 6, leaving him with three nasty scars and the need to wear an eyepatch for the rest of his life. And when Raptors and Velvet turned 16, their dad forced them to work in his club as pole dancers which they never liked one bit. But one day, when Raptors was 18, he came home from work to his dad repeatedly stabbing Velvet in the chest with a pocket knife, so he grabbed a kitchen knife off the counter and started repeatedly stabbing his dad in the back and side until he was dead. Raptors was both shocked at what he had just done but was also relieved that his horrible father was finally gone, but he wasn't paying attention to those feelings and he was more concerned about his sister, but the hospital was unable to save his sister and the sorrow drove him to start a life of crime, in conclusion, meeting Striker, Bullet, Slash, and Bax, (the first friends he ever had) and becoming the leader of the Murder Mobians, but after a few years in the life of crime, Raptors jumped in front of a bullet for his friends (literally jumped in front of a bullet and got shot in the head) and died just like his father and sister. But because of his criminal history, his soul ended up in Mobian Hell, but luckily for him, the Mobian Devil had been killed a long time ago and the Mobian Imps were so impressed with his history, they decided to make him their new king. So with a little dark magic, Raptors was given a new body and powers and a new henchman named Skeppy and he thus became the new Mobian Devil

#my ocs #sonic oc #oc bio #oc biography #raptors the Hedgedemon #trans oc

[elfyourmother]

Haurchefant Greystone ships 👀

HOW CAN I JUST PICK THREE AAAAA

I mean seriously he’s my bicycle gjgjfjfh

Top top is obviously WoL but after that:

1. Aymeric. Aymeric Aymeric Aymeric!!!!!!!! Dear lord everything they have in common!!! The hero complex, the stubborn determination esp. when it comes to refusing to be defined by their (shared!) backgrounds as bastards, the selflessness (at times to their own detriment), the utter fearlessness and optimism, the way each of them embodies every romantic ideal of knighthood and thinks the world of each other. I’m. Help

And to top it all off, Edmont even canonically says he sees much of Haurchefant in Aymeric and considers him another of his sons!!!!!!!

2. Estinien!! The grumpy one and the sunshine one dynamic!!!! The implicit trust!!!! Haurche practically swoons over him!!!! (“I have nothing to fear with the Warrior of Light and the Azure Dragoon at my side!”) But even beyond those things, Haurche understands Estinien more than people might realize at first glance because he can relate to being small and angry and bitey—while it was for different reasons, they both experienced trauma and both obsessively trained to be knights because of it. And I think more than anyone, even Aymeric, Haurchefant can and does help Estinien learn to open up and accept that he’s worthy of love and affection and deserves it (because I think Estinien’s obvious survivor’s guilt makes that difficult for him at times).

Like there is a sincere reason why I absolutely ship Aymeric/Estinien/Haurchefant even without Gisele and still would even if she wasn’t in the picture, he is the perfect balance between the two of them to the point I am absolutely fucking baffled that this ship isn’t as popular as Estimeric tbqh. It’s like making a chicken parm hero without the bread I mean sure it tastes good but you have absolutely no idea what you’re missing

3. Ysayle!!!!! Again with the being able to relate to her because of the childhood traumas (though varied), but also because Haurchefant is so very easy to love, and he’s exactly the sort of person Ysayle needs in her life, someone who will love and accept her unconditionally—she is a desperately lonely woman, ultimately, who clung to the delusions of grandeur as a coping mechanism for feeling lost and alone. Even the grand crusade for justice as she saw it was ultimately about giving her a purpose imo. And Haurchefant, much like Aymeric, represents what the Holy See could be, embodying with utter sincerity the very best of the ideals that weak and evil men of faith cynically espouse with all their hypocrisies (such as the Ward), that Ysayle didn’t believe in after the people of Falcon’s Nest were abandoned by House Durendaire. As Scions in my verse, well, they fit together like a glove, and they’ll forever be bound by nearly losing their lives to save Gisele. It really is an unshakable bond and I get really emotional just thinking about it.

#I’m sorry for the exclamation points!!!!! #I have a lot of feelings about this elf and his loves!!!!!!!! #and that’s just three of them!!!!! #lord baestone #ice wife #azure the grouch #stupid sexy aymeric #allycryz #ask bisho

[dynamicduoofstackie]

How do more people not ship Stackie? I don't understand. I tried looking for fanfiction for them and there is //not enough//. They are PERFECT together! As just friends in interviews or something more. They are the best

Honestly, I think either the MCU fandom are so heterosexual and/or so used to the hegemonic heterosexual pairings in mainstream media like movies and tv shows, that by default they see any over-the-top chemistry by two males as a bromance. Iwas guilty of that myself way before I decided to look pass the gender of others to really look at who looks like they make each other happy. Or... they are just racist, whether they acknowledge it in themselves or not, and refuse to see what a bi-racial power couple Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie can be; if Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan choose to be.

Yes, I believe two straight guys can be platonic soulmates and have a bromance. Chris Evans and RDJ and Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth show clear examples of that. I think it’s adorable how Hemsworth wants to adopt all his male friends into the Hemsworth clan. Or how RDJ embraces the Stony community while being happily married with kids.

I find myself scratching my head at the MCU Fandom community as a whole simply because they don’t acknowledge the power of stackie romantically, but they also don’t even acknowledge their friendship either. You have rabid Sebastian Stan fans cooing over Sebastian and not acknowledging the fact that Sebastian smiles, talks, dances, feuds, laughs and is silly more around Anthony Mackie or thoughts of Anthony Mackie then any of his costars. You can’t embrace someone’s everything without also embracing what puts a spring in their step, and Anthony Mackie is it for Sebastian Stan.

Then you got those MCU fandom people who are so obsessed with the idea of EvanStan because the two handsome, white actors portrayals of their favorite ship Stucky, that they can’t see pass their noses that Stackie is just as, if not more so a possible thing. So these people are down for the cause as far as homosexual pairings go; but have their blinders on when it comes to any pairings that interfere with their OTP. Chris Evans has amazing chemistry with all his costars like RDJ, Chris Hemsworth, ScarJo, Anthony Mackie, etc. But Sebastian Stan literally lights up inside and becomes less introverted when he’s around a extrovert like Anthony Mackie.

Anthony Mackie is so sweet and kind to people who interview him and to his costars. He’s always saying positive things and ready to hype them up in whatever projects they are doing whether they are sharing a project or not. He has always taken acting roles that empower the black community. This man deserves better treatment in the MCU community as a whole. He shouldn’t have to insert himself into interview questions meant for other costars at a convention or interview, because fans and interviews refuse to acknowledge the awesomeness that is Mackie. Some might think it is rude, but I see it, as this man took time out of his busy day to be here and he is going to be known because he is somebody. He put in his time, just like the others. He petition to be a part of the Marvel Universe in any way possible and was rewarded for his efforts for being allowed to play the amazing Sam Wilson.

I love me some Anthony Mackie and I love me some Sebastian Stan; and I especially love them when they are together. I swear if any of these handsome men were the same race as the other; or a different gender then the other than more people would be shipping them. But because God made them who they are, and they love who they are, we are always going to have haters; haters who might not hate the friendship, but hate the idea that they could be something more.

I’m sorry, but there have been Romantic Comedies built on best friends who everybody, but the best friends saw they should be together, until they finally realize it themselves. I’m not going to apologizing for shipping the friendship and romantic side of Stackie because you see gossip rags and people doing that shit all the time when it comes to heterosexuals people. So how is it okay to ship real people in real life, but you can’t stomach it when it’s two hot guys who are black and white? Make that shit make sense.

I’m not going to outright and say to Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, if I ever see them, do ya’ll think you’ll ever get together? I wouldn’t do that if I see two coworkers at work that I thought should be together. That is rude as shit.

But if they somehow find my tumblr blog and think to themselves... hmm... maybe their might be something there that I didn’t realize because I can’t see the forest for the trees. Then I’ll feel like I did something good. Let these men find their happiness wherever they can get it. I’m happy if their happy and if they are happy together, then all the better.

Sambucky would not have a strong foundation without the magic of Stackie.

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier wouldn’t have existed if it wasn’t for the crazy chemistry of Stackie.

You can’t fucking have one without the other. It’s like the chicken and the egg. One can’t exist without the other.

If you have any issues with any haters, point them out to me and we’ll gang up on them together with amazing examples of how Stackie is real, because we are small but mighty.

If I’m being too real for you, get the fuck off my post. This wasn’t meant for you.

#stackie #stackie is everything #you can't have sambucky without stackie #dear haters of stackie #what we not going to do is disrespect my stackie ship #stackie is a thing for reason #what is weird is people shipping other celebrities but when i ship stackie we got problems #stop me when i'm being too real #stackie 4 life #i love sebastian stan #i love anthony mackie #i love sebastian stan and anthony mackie together #two people don't have to kiss in public to be kissing in private #i love what i love #we doing mike dropping posts today #we are small but mighty

[paulie-lombardos-boy-toy]

Have some henry/vito domesticated servant!AU cause I’m obsessed now

——

“While I’m gone, I want the dishes to get done, laundry washed and the place spotless, am I understood?”

Vito fiddled with the hem of his dress and avoided the elder’s eye with a blush. “Yes Mr. Tomasino.” he replied softly as he stepped forward with Henry’s suit jacket and helped him slide it on, leaving a red lip print on the collar of his shirt with a teasing grin as he stepped back and slightly tilted his head downward. “Have a good day sir.”

After Henry left, Vito immediately got to work washing the dishes and cleaning up after a quick breakfast of eggs and toast. As he put the last plate in the dish drainer, his heeled shoes clacked merrily on the floor as he turned on the radio and got to work striping the bedsheets and separating the laundry.

If you asked Vito why he takes pleasure in partaking in women’s work, he would rebuff you and bring up how he was raised mostly by his mom and sister, even though he always liked the idea of not having to worry about not getting attention as well as making himself useful

As the laundry continued to run, Vito started dusting the shelves and polishing the wood furniture as Dean Martin crooned in the background and found himself sinking into contentment. With the house clean, Vito finished the laundry and opened the windows to air out each room while he got to work prepping for dinner.

As he sliced up the chicken, he thought back to how he went from Vietnam vet to domestic servant and couldn’t find it in himself to be too upset about it. As soon as the meat was marinating, Vito got to work boiling some pasta and whisking together a mushroom alfredo sauce he remembered reading about in a cookbook.

He also thought to how this life was completely hidden from Joe because Vito was unsure how his friend would react that not only was he crossdressing, he was getting it up the rear by their other friend on a daily basis. He bit his lower lip as he felt his cock twitch in the pair of lacy undergarments he filched from the department store and started to mix the components together, slightly adding some fresh parmesan on top and turned the heat down on low as he went around to close all the windows and make the bed the way Henry liked it.

After looking at the clock and surmising that Henry would be back from The Falcon anytime, he hurriedly got to work making a crisp looking salad and garlic bread, ears twitching when he hears the unmistakable sound of the door open and he makes his way to his employer. “Welcome home Mr. Tomasino. You day was good, I hope?” Vito smiled and helped him with his jacket as Henry took a deep breath. “Smells good.” he remarked as he unbuttoned his chffs and rolled up his sleeves, not catching the listful glint that appeared in Vito’s eyes.

“Dinner is almost ready sir.” Vito continued as Henry took a seat and pulled out a newspaper as Vito turned the radio down and got to work serving Henry’s food, placing the serving bowl of alfredo in the middle with the salad and bread on the sides. “Would you like anything specific to drink?” Vito asked as Henry started to dig in. “A beer, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Vito opened the bottle and sat it down in front of Henry as he fidgeted with his dress again. “Everything is to your liking, I hope.” Henry gave a slight nod and gestured to the other kitchen chair. “Sit. Enjoy the fruits of your labor.” he offered as Vito’s eyes widened. “Are you…y-yes Mr. Tomasino.” he amended as he took a plate and served himself.

Dinner was a quiet affair, Henry briefly bring up some business while Vito politely listened and nodded. After dinner, Vito was busy washing the dishes and putting the leftovers in a container when he felt warm, strong arms wrap around his waist and lips pressed against his ear. “Good food, a clean house, what more could you ask for?” he purred as he subtly pressed up against Vito’s backside.

Vito turned off the water and let out a soft whimper as Henry reached under his dress and petticoat to give him a few slow strokes. “You’ll get your payment this friday Vito.” he continued as Vito rocked into Henry’s hand as soft pants leaves his lips. “Y-yes Mr. Tomasino.” he whispered as a particularly hard jerk caused a loud moan to escape and felt his legs tremble before being swooped up in Henry’s arms and being bridal carried into the bedroom before the door was firmly shut.

#henry/vito #mafia 2 #henry tomasino #vito scaletta #i wanted to foray into something new #in this one #Vito doesn’t go to prison for the gas stamp but he still goes to Vietnam #sal’s writing

[faemoira-firebeard]

Aarakocra!!

I am placing some Aarakocra societies in the world of Artezia and re-flavoring them a bit. (raptor-like, scavenge, sea and plumage to break it down simply)... I love birds... and truly, the possibilities are endless. (remember, there are NO humans)

Each "roost" has a home mountain peak(s) that looms into the cloud-tops far into the skies. Smaller roosts can be found all over the world of Artezia, much like the birds of world some simply prefer to be a little more social... prefer forested area... prefer picking off the wastes... like the warm humid jungles... etc etc

Aarakocra of the plumage persuasion (notes have written, macaw!, bird of pardise! *so many!, northern blue birds!, cardinals!, rooster? chickens?, peacock?, ducks?, flamingo? birds of song! &dance!-sparrows????! finch, chickadee??!!) can be found lurking around different parts of Artezia.

Aarakocra with an affinity for the sea, (notes written, Albatross!!**!! Seagulls! penguins? "salty birds" ducks? flamingo? geese?) can be seen taking roost in the "crows nest" of a ship, high up in a cliffs edge, rocky shores or seen gliding across the oceans enjoying the wonderful salty breeze of the sea air.

As a kid, I'd look up and see the Turkey Vultures circling above the woods near my house. I loved them. Scavenging birds play a huge role in our world and they will play a huge role in Artezia. These are the ravens, vultures, condors etc. the ones that our myths and legends say are death omens or bring grim messages.

I also have a small obsession with birds that hunt (other birds??-cannibal aarakocra? oh no...) for living prey. I think when people think of Aarakocra this is generally what they think of. I won't call them Raptorans cuz that's a race in it's own in older d&d editions, instead I'll call them Raptor-like Aarakocra. hawks! falcons! OWLS!!*?*!! eagles!

Some of the birds I've listed, don't fly... instead some may have a serious swim advantage or leap (chickens-roosters dont fly... but uhhh they CAN use their wings to propel themselves into trees... ever come home to a flock of chickens in the big ass crab apple tree? no? yeahhh.... me neither i swear....)

So, many birds, migrate, how can that be worked in?! This is where the cloud peak cities come in. Aarakocra are isolationist. So by having these cities hidden above the clouds where only the flying folk can get to they're able to migrate to different parts of Artezia without too much hassle. If they choose to be migratory, they might like it at home-roost.

Personally, I am having a LOT of fun populating Artezia.

#d&d #dnd worldbuilding #dnd homebrew #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd campaign #dnd5e #d&d worldbuilding #d&d 3.5 #d&d stuff #d&d 5th edition #d&d homebrew #d&d story #Artezia #aarakocra

[scornedlove]

Chapter Twenty-Seven

CHRIS

A couple of weeks had gone by since I promised myself I’d give Tae some space. It was disappointing that she’d only hit me up once since then, especially after I revealed so much to her the last time she was here. I really opened up to her in hopes of gaining her trust, maybe that’s why I’ve been buggin. Without her conversation, it’s hard to keep my mind off of Robyn. The last time I saw Robyn, she not only looked like a stranger, but she treated me like one too. Between her and Tae, my heart was torn and it was all too much to deal with. 

Every time I felt myself getting in my feelings, I’d hit the studio, blast some music, and paint. It was like having a therapy session, which is how I was spending my Friday afternoon. I was in my zone, finishing up my third project this week when Taylor called, inviting me to go riding with him.

“Hell yeah! I had fun last time, but I wanna take it out where I can really put some gas to it.” I suggested, jumping at the chance to borrow his motorcycle again.

“Alright, I got you. I know just the place.” he promised, before we hung up. I finished the painting I was working on and stepped back to look at the finished product. 

Diamond always gave the cutest pouty face when I wasn’t moving fast enough for her. I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I put it in paint. I snapped a picture of it and sent it to Tae before leaving, hoping that would put me on her mind.

“This chick wants me to meet her at the A for some drinks” Taylor announced when I got to his place.

“When ya’ll planning on doing that?”

“Right now, I told her 8. ″

“Then why you ask me to ride with you?” I asked, noticing it was fifteen til. “I’m not trying to be the third wheel”

“You won’t be. She’s bringing her roommate, so I told her I’d bring my brother” he added, with a smirk.

“I’m not going on a double date with you man, you know I got a girl.”

“It ain’t a date, unless you want it to be. I know that long distance shit ain’t gonna last too long.”

“Shut up fool. As long as you don’t get me in no shit, it’ll last as long as I want it to.”

“We’re just gonna hang for a bit, then take em on a ride. The ladies love that shit and I’m tryna get some ass tonight.”

“Well I’m not-”

“-Stop being a tight fuck. It ain’t all about them, come chill with ya bro.”

“Alright man, but don’t be mad if they both feeling me and you end up coming home empty handed” I teased as he tossed me the keys to his Harley.

We arrived twenty minutes later than expected due to traffic, but the girls still hadn’t made it. We found a spot at the bar, ordered a couple of beers, and watched the Saints play the Falcons while we waited.

“It’s looking like you got stood up lil bro” I stated when I noticed it was nine and still no sign of the chick he described.

“There she goes” he nodded towards the door when a familiar, dark skinned woman walked in. “She bad ain’t she?”

“Oh, hell naw. I heard this bitch was fuckin with Anthony a couple of weeks ago. You need to be caref-”

“Fuck Anthony. That’s yo homeboy. Besides, I’m always careful.” he stated, gulping down the rest of his beer before standing to greet Kiki.

“Small world. I would’ve never guessed y'all were brothers. Ryan gonna be shocked as fuck.” she cackled, getting comfortable next to Taylor as Ryan walked in. She was on the phone, eyes fixated on Kiki as she strutted past a couple of guys checking her out. She didn’t even notice me until she ended her call, a couple feet in front of me.

“Hey” she smiled, surprised to see me. “When Kiki told me she set me up on a blind date I was nervous as hell”

“Oh, this ain’t that.” I explained, tossing back the rest of my beer. She rolled her eyes at my bluntness and sat on the stool in between me and Kiki.

“Obviously, you shut that shit down already. I’m just glad you’re not some fucking weirdo.” she admitted and I couldn’t help but burst out in laughter.

“I see ya’ll are on good terms again” I nodded towards Kiki, who was cheesing like a schoolgirl while Taylor whispered in her ear. “I’m glad I didn’t get involved in that”

“Yeah, it didn’t take long for Anthony to hop on the next bitch” she shrugged nonchalantly. “How do you even know him? He doesn’t seem like someone you would associate with.”

“Shit, we go way back.  He’s changed for the worse, that’s for damn sure. ”

“Well, at least one good thing came from him”

“What’s that?”

“He’s got some good connects. He introduced me to a DJ who’s been working with me on a couple of songs, even helped me land a couple of gigs when we were on good terms.”

“Good. Sounds like things are looking up for you.”

“You have no idea. I’ve been crazy busy. Matter of fact, I’m performing for this charity event in a few weeks, you should come.”

“Oh yeah? Send me the info. This is a crazy time for me too, but I should be able to work it in”

“Alright, but let me know either way. Don’t just leave me hanging.” she replied, before getting the bartender’s attention. They ordered margaritas and we settled on one more beer while we watched a little more of the football game. I wasn’t interested in the game, or getting drunk. I was ready for the adrenaline rush from flying through traffic, so after the ladies finished their drinks, we hit the road.

It didn’t take long for me to regret agreeing to do this with the girls. I’ve been abstinent for a solid five months now, and I haven’t seen Tae in over a month. Having Ryan’s double D’s on my back and arms wrapped around my waist had my man standing tall. I did my best to keep it to myself, but she got a couple of feels in. 

Nevertheless, we rode across the Pacific Coast Highway to the infamous Neptune’s net, where we hung out for a little while, had dinner, and smoked a blunt by the beach, before heading back to the city. That’s when I realized those couple of feels weren’t an accident, they were intentional. I don’t know if it was because she was tipsy, but Ryan couldn’t keep her hands to herself. I was cool about it the first time, but then she slipped her hands in my pants while I was driving, and I damn near wrecked trying to pull over.

"If you want to make it home without having to find another way, you gonna have to keep your hands above my waist” 

“Were you feeling violated? Because it looks like you were enjoying it.”

“Fuck that. I’m tryna keep shit platonic between us, but if you can’t handle that we can’t do this anymore. I’ll find you a ride, but I’m not doing this with you”

“Fine. I’ll stop.” she stated, throwing her hands up in defeat. She behaved the rest of the ride, but when we made it to her place, she invited me in and was offended when I quickly declined.

“Well, you know where I am if you wanna talk or whatever” she stated before sashaying towards her front door. The deep ass swing in her hips made it evident she wanted more than a conversation.

I waited as she dug in her purse, searching for her keys until she gave up and made a call. By the look on her face as she walked towards me, I knew bad news was coming. 

“Kiki has my house key and she’s not answering. Is it cool if I stay at your place tonight?”

“You gotta be kidding” I sighed in disbelief. “Ya’ll set this shit up huh?”

“Really? Don’t flatter yourself. A simple yea or no will do” she sassed, almost tripping over her own foot. 

“What other choice do we have? Let’s go” I shrugged, handing her the helmet back. She was fucked up and I didn’t want to be here all night waiting for a damn key, so I decided we’d deal with it tomorrow. 

ROBYN

“I can’t believe I’m doing this”

“It looks great and it’s almost done, no need to fuss now” I reassured Mel as I wrapped my arms around her for comfort.

Today I finally went through with covering the matching tattoo Chris and I’d gotten a couple of years ago on some drunk on love shit. Halfway through, I almost chickened out, so Mel made me a deal. She said she was done with tattoos before, but if I went through with this one, she’d get one of my choice blindfolded. So here we were, both with swollen hands, only mine was three times the size of hers.

“Alright, ya’ll know the drill. Keep it clean and dry.” BB, my tattoo artist, stated once he finished her design. “and you really need to baby yours Robyn, here’s some extra ointment. It should help with the pain too.”

“Awww shit! This is dope!” Mel grinned after uncovering her eyes. Capturing moments was inked flawlessly in script on the side of her left hand.The moment we were settled in the back seat of John’s ride, she snapped a pic and sent it to J.  

“I’m obsessed! Girl, fucking with you, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it’s perfect. You did good”

“Give jack he jacket!  You know I don’t do you dirty!” I teased, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Yeah, but you been wilding ever since that shit with Chris and Dre.”

“Bitch, you not even supposed to be saying the C word” I snapped, narrowing my eyes at her.

“Speaking of Chr- I mean C. Has he reached out to you since?” she continued, ignoring my annoyance.

“No. I guess I scared the shit outta him when I mentioned the police, but Aundre’s ass won’t stop calling”

“So you’re not talking to him either?”

“Nope. I’m taking your advice and leaving both of they asses alone.“

“We’ll see how long that lasts” she snickered, rolling her eyes, as if she knew I was to weak to go through with it. I hated when she did that.

“Don’t do that.’

"What”

“Don’t play dumb. I’m sick of that shit.”

“Chill out, it ain’t that serious”

“I am serious Mel. Don’t shoot me down like that. Not everybody got they life figured out by 24.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She quizzed, shaking her head. “I’m still figuring this shit out too. Everything ain’t smooth sailing over here either.”

“I find that hard to believe.” I scoffed, crossing my arms and wincing from the pain of brushing my freshly tatted hand against my clothes.

“I don’t complain all the time and I don’t wear that shit on my sleeve, but yeah Rob, I be going through some shit too.”

“Like?”

“Like my husband working seventy hour weeks and my married boss flirting and making passes at me all the fucking time”

“Michael?”

“Yeah, anytime we’re alone together he gets a little too close and happens to accidentally brush up against me the wrong way or says something sexually cryptic ”

“You lying! He’s fine as hell, but don’t fuck around with a married man. Matter of fact, you should just leave that job. These things always end up ugly”

“I’m not stupid, but I’m not leaving my job either.”

“Why not?”

“The amount of money I’m making with him is crazy, I ain’t gonna get that anywhere else.”

“Girl please, you have J. Who cares about the money? It ain’t worth the money, you need to quit”

“Easy for you to say. I’'m finally making good money and I’m not ready to let it go. Over a couple of ass grabs? Naw, imma milk this cow. Maybe I’ll be able to open my own shit one day.”

“Well all I gotta say is don’t slip up and lose ya husband over nothing stupid.”

“I would never jeopardize my marriage. J has made me a better person in so many ways, I’d be stupid to fuck up something this good. ”

“Fi true” I agreed, before John Legend’s All of Me started blaring from her phone.

“This my baby calling now” she gasped, a smile creeping across her face as she answered in her sexy voice. I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous as they flirted back and forth. I had to turn my attention to the starry sky in order to successfully tune her out. Instead of obsessing over my own sad love life, I  looked for constellations while reminding myself of all the frogs she had to kiss in order to find her prince. 

CHRIS

“CHRIS WHAT THE FUCK!” Tae’s unmistakable voice pierced my ears, snatching me from dreamland. It took a minute for it to register that she was standing right in front of me. Then I realized why she was screaming.

“Get up Ry-” I attempted to wake Ryan’s drunk ass up, but she was out cold. We passed out sitting up on the sofa watching Rush Hour, I don’t know how her head ended up on my lap. It may have looked a little bad, but Tae was definitely exaggerating.

“SO THIS IS WHAT YOU REALLY DO WHEN YOUR BY YOURSELF! I KNEW  IT. YOU’RE A LIAR! ”

“BABE!” I yelled over her to get her attention. “You buggin. We’re fully clothed. Nothing happened.”

“And that makes this okay? Your fucking ex is laying in your lap!” Lose my number!” she screamed throwing my key at me and running out the house.

My mind was yelling for me to run after her, but my legs wouldn’t move. Is that really all it took for her to walk out on me again? If so, what is the point of this long distance shit? What was she even doing in Cali? I haven’t talked to her in days and she just randomly shows up to act like this. I had so many questions, but at the same time, I didn’t care for a single answer. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders as I realized something. I’m single again. 

#rihanna #chris brown #ff #fanfiction #fanfic

[soul-heart-and-beyond]

♡ ( Rip to our bones)

Send me a ‘ ♡ ’ and i’ll talk about what type of relationship i could see our muses having

(I’ll just make a copy of this for Ludwig and John to put on their own respective blogs. Though I’m not certain all of them would meet or get to know each other.)

Launchpad + Dewey

A brotherly bond that would practically rival that of his with Huey and Louie. Though he knows that Launchpad likes to try and spend his time with everyone, he’s usually ready to throw down when it comes to any sort of gig the two might have planned. Whether it be binge watching stuff, reading comics, discussing about fictional stuff, some outside sports here and there, and the like! Launchpad’s like the older brother Dewey wanted, instead of the one that he got, but he still loves Huey too. He just vibes more with Launchpad. Together, you’ve got an unstoppable, unforgettable duo!

Falcon + Dewey

(Taking in some parts of their first meeting and today’s episode) Just like how Falcon wants nothing to do with Dewey, the same goes for him. It’s not really the stiff and tight beaked personality that Falcon has, but just for how the both of them were eventually risking the other’s life by dropping them off of a large building (probably a small skyscraper to be honest). The boy isn’t traumatized by that, he’s been through worse, but associating himself with someone who’s always looking for that money, and somehow keeps pairing himself up with Mark Beaks unknowingly is probably someone that’s good to avoid.

Flintheart + Dewey

“Oof, it’s that one weird old guy that keeps trying to kill my great uncle and is.... super obsessed with him.”, Dewey would say before veering his head away from looking at the other. He can respect Flintheart’s tenacity and perseverance, after all, he’s gone through some of the same problems about not being taken seriously or given what he wants even though he’s probably either earned it or it’s common courtesy. but what he can’t is the other’s want for vengeance. So what if Scrooge made Flintheart what he is? He should be thanking the guy and moving on with his life, do some stuff that can be good to others instead of nasty plots and schemes on how to take out the recently richest duck in the world. And Glomgold can try whatever scheme he’s got in store for him, but Dewey will just have to be extra careful on what’s really important.

Launchpad + Duckworth

Something that was definitely transparent but revealed to show more consistency than some other unlikely pairings. It probably wouldn’t be the case hadn’t Duckworth died, since that opened his mind more to possibilities, and probably his time in the Afterlife did make him lose some empathy for a bit. However, by interacting and learning more about Launchpad, he’s recovered some of what he lost, and learning to enjoy the things that he had and didn’t have before. That and something else blossomed between them. Whenever they might have been conversing with each other, he’s started to find himself somewhat liking the duck’s qualities, and some of his faults even. Normally that wouldn’t have happened before, but then again, he’s grateful for how Launchpad does put up with him when he isn’t feeling too optimistic. Now he prefers to spend time with the pilot and is able to have fun once again.

Falcon + Duckworth

They are pretty similar in some aspects, which would normally be something that would help draw some people together, but not these two. Duckworth definitely has the edge on giving out more quippy remarks that the falcon may not appreciate, and is more than willing to go into a back and forth session if the other wants to participate. Yet another part where they may diverge is how they deal with loyalty and trust. Duckworth’s more devoted to those that are willing to trust others, be honest with people, and he’ll gladly do what he can to defend those that need a hand. Falcon is more os someone who doesn’t share those interests and beliefs, which does put them at odds with each other as Duckworth might ask, “Where is your loyalty? Do not say that it is as transparent as me for I can solidify mine. You can follow suit.”

Flintheart + Duckworth

One of the most unlikely people to really interact with each other, especially after how Duckworth died by Flintheart’s plan, indirectly. He still doesn’t like the idea of trusting and letting the other go free with what he’s done, but he also won’t take out the duck’s life as revenge for that would just be giving in to his anger and hatred over the years. Something that should not be listened to as taking one’s life as payment for another’s should never be the first option. If he wants to be better and not stoop down to Flintheart’s level, he’ll just have to let the duck be until he messes with him and his family again. However, now that he’s getting a bit of fun out of this, maybe taunting Flintheart with his own voice and physique wouldn’t be such a bad idea...

Launchpad + Fenton

“Is that really supposed to be some sort of joke? Because it’s not funny, Launchpad.” He really dislikes how Launchpad keeps trying to think of him as a robot, and he’ll keep trying to prove it to the other to get him to stop it. Fenton probably doesn’t know that it could be just mild teasing from how they first met, but it should make sense since Launchpad met him when he was Fenton first and Gizmoduck second. But, he does like it whenever they do veer away from that topic and talk more about mechanical things, and maybe a little more, considering that Fenton himself is a little bit of a superhero fan and has some stuff o his own to share with Launchpad. Though he may not like Darkwing Duck....

Falcon + Fenton

It’s certainly going to have some gray lines of tension here since their introduction is not going off on a good start. While he can commend the other’s dedication to their work, he can’t really defend or appreciate how Falcon likes to see everything so bluntly, black and white, but he’s somehow the only gray out of all of this. It’s selfish, bias, and more importantly, rude to other’s and how they could be able to change, but for Fenton, he just sees this as Falcon’s excuse to continue doing what he does. It might be something the professional tells himself to get away from facing the truth for the things that he’s done for his previous employers. It’s one thing to put the blame on others, but it’s another to try and separate yourself like you’re better than them but just do what you’re paid to do, and that’s what keeps them from having any really positive conversation. Sure, they can make fun of Mark all they want, but that isn’t going to make the problem between them go away.

Flintheart + Fenton

Flintheart would probably be the last person Fenton should really interact with, if not him then Mark, but given how he’s always willing to lend others a hand with his ideas or just be an overall nice person, something’s bound to go wrong. He hasn’t really gotten any instances where he could see Flintheart’s evilness and hatred on full display, and the faux funeral for Scrooge doesn’t really count since he only got to see Flintheart just do some disrespectful dancing. Besides that, he tries to believe that everyone, even Flintheart can change for the better too if they want to, like those anger management classes, and he’d be happy to help the rick mallard with that, but working for him might be something that he won’t allow. Given that Glomgold Industries probably doesn’t have that many appealing aspects to them and he rather not feel like he’s betraying Scrooge and Gyro after what happened with the Waddleduck incident.

Jim, Negaduck, Black Arts, Garbonzo, Brandon, and Rubber Chicken are down below:

Launchpad + Jim

Now who coulda saw this one coming?! A washed up star and his favorite number 1 fan that still remembers him upon the countless others that have forgotten him? You bet that Jim would love to get a taste of what it feels like to be a star again, even if it’s from one person. However, he can’t let that go to his head as this is practically the only one he’s got left that really cares, despite all the fainting. But, it might not hurt to have someone to bump heads with when it comes to returning to his role, for real this time...

Flintheart + Jim

While trying to give the real life Darkwing Duck gig a try, he finds that it’s definitely not as easy as it was on set, but that’s to be expected. Real life isn’t a game and neither is the battle between good and evil! Sure, he’d loved to be sponsored and given money by anyone that would fund a revival campaign of Darkwing Duck again, but he also cannot let the actions of Flitnheart Glomgold go unpunished. He doesn’t care how many times he’d have to put the duck in jail as long as it gets Flintheart to stop trying to be such a terrible member of society, and maybe not find out who he is in the process so he could get some of that good green moolah.

Launchpad + Negaduck

A reverse palette swapped Darkwing Duck that’s also sporting some different liberties taken on the iconic Darkwing Duck design? It might be a little odd, but it could be interesting that the guy chose a more striking set of colors compared to the cool and night patterned colors of the original. However, the black does help and oh wait, this guy’s going on about stuff that hasn’t happened here? What’s a Negaverse? Why does this guy sound like he knows him already? Ah, it’s just a weird Darkwing fanboy. 

All of this is most likely going to get Launchpad put on Negaduck’s permanent to kill list, and he doesn’t care how long it takes, he’ll abuse and bruise the until he can get that satisfying moment, but it may take a while, and patience is not something Drake really has a lot of. Not for idiots in his book anyway.

Falcon + Negaduck

A well know Public Enemy in one universe and practically the ruler of his city in his own, up against some orderly goon that knows how to handle himself in a fight against many odds and situations? Negaduck may like the fact that Falcon can handle himself, but he’s not gonna like it when Falcon uses that to prevent him from doing whatever he wants. Hopefully Falcon can count those with unchecked rage again, as this condiment colored duck is another one of those with anger issues.

Flintheart + Negaduck

It would be Elegance in Violence, but for these two? Nah, just go wreck stuff up and don’t care about it. Drake can really admire the rich duck’s taste in senseless violence, but doesn’t like that he sets his sights on someone so low like Scrooge McDuck. What’s there to that has been that’s dangerous? He could probably take on the whole family with enough planning and resources, so why hasn’t Flintheart done that already? Another thing that might separate them is how that Flintheart isn’t as willing to go through with his plans unlike Negaduck. When Drake wants you gone, he’ll try to find a way and he doesn’t care how as long as it’s got class and you know he’s the one that killed you. He won’t cower, and even if he did, there’s usually a plan behind that.

Launchpad + Black Arts

It would seem pretty unlikely for Launchpad to try and befriend a Beagle Boy, most people wouldn’t given their family background and reputation, but Black Arts is happy to have someone outside of his family or his teacher to talk to. It gives him a chance to have a life, a mind outside of what his Ma wants for him, and while his teacher is cool, it’s always good to have more people to talk to to feel less isolated from the world. Sure, he’s got the internet to help him on that, but for face to face communication or interaction... not so much. Still, he like Launchpad and is willing to show him some magic someday!

Duckworth + Black Arts

It’d be really against his liking to let Duckworth get away with the embarrassment that happened the night he was summoned back by him, but he can’t help that for some reason, the ghost is apparently getting him to laugh, talk about stuff that normally he wouldn’t spill, and overall trying his hardest to ridicule him, but still treat him differently than the rest of his family. What, did the demon like him or something? And why did feel like he was having a good time with the butler? Maybe it’s probably because he didn’t have someone to fill that father figure role in his life...

Flintheart + Black Arts

Now this is probably his first real employer, but that might not last long once he knows more about Flintheart like from what his mother would tell him. Then again, he got a glimpse of that first hand at Scrooge’s birthday party. Black Arts is really iffy about this loose nut as while he’s loaded, the things he tries to do are far out of any sane person’s range of commitment, and he feels like he should do the same.

Launchpad + Garbonzo

While they haven’t met yet, Garbonzo would find Launchpad to be really an oddity of sorts for how sunny he can be, but still like that about him. Maybe not some of the more oafish parts, but then again, he can be clumsy too at times with himself or others. However, he’s wondering how Launchpad has been helping Black Arts in terms of creating friendships with other people, and even more interested in whatever magic is surrounding Launchpad. It’s not normal, and it doesn’t seem like there would be any good to come from it either.

Launchpad + Brandon

Now this is an annoyance for the buzzard as he would really want to try and stay away from the clumsy pilot. A sunny personality like his is nice, but that isn’t what someone like Brandon deserves, and he knows it. So, the best way for them to still be them is to stay away from each other, as the more and more that Launchpad might be around Brandon, the more and more Brandon will try to push him away. Hopefully bringing to light that not everyone will be your friend, or want to anyway.

Launchpad + Rubber Chicken

Whenever Clovis will meet Launchpad, either OG or a new DT17 reboot, it’s most likely going to be that one tough but simple minded goof with his thin and nimble worrisome ward. Well, Clovis isn’t really the ward type, but you get what I mean. He’s most likely going to open up Rubber Chicken to taking on new dangers if he can get past tackling the fear of them, and have someone to talk to for advice whenever he needs it as Clovis is a nervous wreck.

#airborne-disaster #(This... is gonna be a long one. I left a few others out because I'm not sure if they would really get a chance to meet.) #(That or their dynamics might be a little too hard to mesh together.) #(But I also added in new ones that might be interesting if given the chance.) #(Finally done with this long list. And now I shall rest into Flame Core listening to that sick ass guitar rift.) #(Or Iblis's theme; whichever one.) #Out Of Soul (ooc) #An Adventure's no Fun if There's no Challenge! (Dewey Duck) #Undying Loyalty with an Interest for the Drama. (Duckworth) #A Mallard That's More Than His Armor... (Fenton Crackshell/-Cabrera/Gizmoduck) #I am the Terror That Flaps in the Night! (Jim Starling/Classic Darkwing Duck) #There's a Reason why Positives and Negatives Don't Mix... (Negaduck) #There's More to Magic Than Just a Hat! (Garbonzo) #Illusionist of the Arcane Arts (Black Arts Beagle) #When the Ends Justify the Means... Even if Terrible Things Happen Along the Way (Brandon Buzzard) #Stretchy Superhero; Anxious Chicken (Rubber Chicken/Clovis Clackenhoff) #Launchpad McQuack (airborne-disaster) #Falcon Graves (unforeseen-disasters) #Flintheart Glomgold (unforeseen-disasters) #Duckworth (unforeseen-disasters)

[littleshebear]

True Love.

Suraya panics on what the meaning of true love is. I might do more with this for a bigger piece but for now, have some steelponcho fluff. 

Suraya Hawthorne | Commander Zavala | Steelponcho | zavala x hawthorne | Louis once again makes everything clear | He’s the hero we don’t deserve

Suraya had been lied to, this wasn’t how this was meant to happen. It was clear how this was meant to go, years of books and vids had made it cut and dried. When protagonists knew they were in love, it was obvious. The music swelled, usually after a dramatic action sequence where one half had saved the other’s life, and there would be a heartfelt confession. Possibly in the rain. Suraya had saved Zavala’s life for certain but it wasn’t raining and no confession had followed. Just as well, Suraya was fairly sure she didn’t love Zavala back then and she didn’t think he loved her either. Even if he had called her “Guardian,” at the time. What’s more, there hadn’t been any kissing. The big, dramatic, life saving moment was always followed up by a kiss, that was the rule; something unrealistic yet photogenic. That didn’t happen, she was far too busy deactivating the Cabal shield network, taking time out for a snog, however symbolic, would have been lunacy. They were both too practical for that. 

Still, she feels cheated. She hadn’t expected it to happen like this; lying on his couch in a baggy shirt and sweat-pants, her unwashed hair pulled up in a messy bun. She was reading clan rosters, he was reviewing after-action reports. He was seated upright on the couch, even when he’s relaxed he’s not one to slouch. Suraya, by contrast was draped across the couch, her legs resting across his lap. 

Louis had started chirping at them apropos of nothing. Before she could respond, Zavala had replied as though in conversation. 

“What’s that Louis?” He’d asked mildly. 

Louis squawked back at him. 

“Is that so?” Zavala replied. Suraya immediately stopped reading what was in front of her and listened to the ‘conversation.’ 

“Indeed,” Zavala intoned after Louis chittered and stretched out his wings. “And what did you say to that?” 

Louis gave a final chirp before fluffing up his feathers and settling back down on his perch. 

“Language, Louis, please,” Zavala warned, the tiniest of tiny, yet playful smiles dancing at his lips. “There are ladies present.”

“I’m not a lady,” Suraya responded after trying and failing to make headway with her reading. 

“He doesn’t know that,” Zavala said, looking away from his own reading and to her. 

“Oh, he knows,” she grinned, “He knows more than you’d expect.” She smiled across at Zavala, wondering if he could tell she was holding her breath, scared that if she breathed her heart might leap out of her and make a break for his. She wondered if he knew how his hand, drifting  casually up and down her leg, made her giddy, terrified and relaxed all at once. Did he know how badly she wanted to articulate this contradiction to him, even though her vocabulary on the matter was likely more limited than Louis’? “He’s hungry,” she settled on, disentangling her from their casual embrace. “I’ll feed him.” 

“You’re hungry? That’s it?” Zavala asked Louis again, stretching his legs out in the absence of Suraya’s resting on him. “Why so dramatic?”

“Takes after his Mom,” Suraya chuckled as she made her way to the kitchen. She opened up the fridge and removed a recently defrosted chick in a ziplock bag. Louis recognised the sound and swooped through and alighted on the back of a kitchen chair. It was objectively gruesome, she knew. Nevertheless this staid, rule-abiding, crochet-loving, poetry obsessed man had welcomed a wild hawk into his home, cleared space in his freezer for dead baby chickens and made room in his life for a nomad with a criminal record. She fed Louis, reflecting on the thoughts racing through her mind. Maybe she had been lied to. Maybe this really was what love is. Compromising. Being comfortable enough to not worry about appearances. Making bizarrely deadpan, yet endearing conversation with a beloved pet. They might get their dramatic kiss in the rain yet but for now, she was fairly certain it wasn’t necessary. This was love. She couldn’t bring herself to say it yet, but it was love. 

She turned back to the living room once her hungry falcon was sated and went to resume her original position on the couch before thinking better of it. She lay down the opposite way, her head in his lap. She picked up her tablet, a sop to the idea of working while he didn’t hesitate to trail his fingers through her hair and over her scalp. 

“Maybe I should take him out of the City,” she asked, “Let him stretch his wings. What do you think?”

“Of course,” he replied immediately. “Why should I stop you?” 

“Just thought I should check.” 

“The Clans will cope for a few days, I’m sure. And Devrim would be thrilled to see you. Go.”

“Okay.” She placed her tablet on the floor beside his feet; pretending to care about work was getting too tiring.

“Just promise me you’ll come back.” 

She surmises that he has abandoned his work too when his free hand comes to rest on her hip, the other still occupied with carding through her hair. Was he pretending as much as her, she wondered? 

“This city would fall apart without me, of course I’m coming back.”

He chuckled, continuing to stroke her hair as they fell into an entirely comfortable, and telling silence. 

#steelponcho #my writing #destiny fanfiction #suraya hawthorne #zavala x hawthorne #commander zavala #romance

[shadowtearling]

Hello. May i request you to suggest me a book that's very engaging to read? The likes of where i'll get lost it in while reading? Anything but romance is okay. I've been very stressed lately and i need something to distract myself. If you don't want to though, thats okay :3 Thank you for your time!

if you want fantasy books

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo - Six criminals team up for a heist job that’s bound to make them richer than they could imagine. a real fun time. may include murder. definitely has a scheming face, a cool crow cane i wish i had when i had walking problems, and angst.

The Queen of the Tearling by Erika Johansen - a regressed futuristic society with a girl who tries to take back her throne from her terrible uncle. it’s a stressful roadtrip that includes murderous falcons and their murderous owners. there’s time traveling, matching jewelry, and certain doom.

A Natural History of Dragons by Marie Brennan - set in a fantasy world that feels like Victorian London, this is about a girl/woman who is obsessed with dragons and this is her very true account of her encounters with all of them during her lifetime. there’s dragons. what more could you want? it reads like a memoir/anthropology book.

His Majesty’s Dragon by Naomi Novik - if you wanted dragons but also war, this might be better for you. there’s dragon school and a very impatient young dragon who loves reading. (set during the Napoleonic wars)

The Bone Witch by Rin Chupeco - an unsuspecting girl accidentally brings her brother back from the dead. very slow and heavy on worldbuilding. also lots of dead rats.

The Reader by Traci Chee - did you want to read a book about a place where books don’t exist? the protagonist tries to teach herself how to read. there’s magic. also pirates. and murder boys.

or did you want sci-fi?

Illuminae by Amie Kaufman & Jay Kristoff - everything in this book is a file of some sort whether it’s an article, chat log, video surveillance, or some fancy word art ~graphic design is my passion~esque. includes an “evil” (some say morally grey) AI and lots of exploding space ships. also death.

Jane, Unlimited by Kristin Cashore - read this and exclaim “what the fuck” several times throughout the process. in which jane tries to unlock the secrets of this weird mansion on an island while making umbrellas.

Binti by Nnedi Okorafor - the first human to attend a prestigious alien university. a weird blob friend. spaceship invasion. death. diplomacy.

do you want something atmospheric?

Uprooted by Naomi Novik - very loosely a beauty & the beast retelling, there’s an evil forest literally trying to devour villages whole because they’re angry. relatable.

Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik - a rumpelstiltskin retelling, this is instead about how winter really just sucks the life out of you. seasonal depression all year long because winter extended all the way to summer. includes a fire demon hungry for ice. also has a stubborn Jewish girl who will not let the faerie king make a fool of her.

did you want something creepy? perfect for the holiday season

The Diviners by Libba Bray - in which a serial killer is on the loose in 1920s new york, his name’s naughty john and he will tell you how he murders people. also a girl named evie who can ~see things~ when she touches murdered people’s things

or maybe something funny?

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice & Virtue by Mackenzi Lee - a bisexual man travels with his best friend and sister all across europe and gets into shenanigans that could get them killed. there’s some kissing and pirates.

My Lady Jane by Cynthia Hand, Brodi Ashton, & Jodi Meadows - the story of Lady Jane Grey who was queen for nine days. includes a man who turns into a horse. king henry viii turned into a bear.

may i suggest graphic novels?

Saga by Brian K. Vaughn & Fiona Staples - space! a family running away from the government! aliens! (warning for graphic content like nudity/violence)

Heavy Vinyl by Carly Usdin & Nina Vakueva - set in a 1990s vinyl store, there’s a group of girls who sell music by day and solve crime by night. fluffy and lighthearted and Gay

Chew by John Layman & Rob Guillory - chicken is banned (chik-fil-a was not happy). a guy can get psychic impressions from anything he eats (how it lived/died), so obviously he eats very dead humans to solve their murder case. (he also ate a very dead dog)

#the only thing not on here is contemporary since those tend to be really romance heavy #the questions of the tearling #a-ravenclaw-marauder