#you can remove the arm rests and shorten the back!

[executorz]

OKAY IN BETTER NEWS: I JUST FIGURED OUT THAT MY WHEELCHAIR WHICH JUST LOOKED LIKE A MEDICAL GRADE PUSH CHAIR CAN BE CONVERTED INTO A DAILY USE CHAIR!!!

#you can remove the arm rests and shorten the back! #god bless my 13$ goodwill wheelchair wtf #it only took me 8 months to figure it out lol

[ch3rrysuck3r]

hiiii !!! could we get some one shots with warren, some angst but fluff (maybe even ✨smut✨) at the end ?? thank you sm !!

ofc darling, here it is: the whole mix!!!!

Warnings: it gets a little heated at the end but it isn't smut!!

Signed, Warren R.

"Oh my god, Warren. You were totally flirting with her."

"What are you taking about?" His words come out exasperated.

"You quite literally signed her boobs!"

"Oh gosh, babe. It's rock 'n' roll"

"Do not bullshit me right now, Rojas."

He scoffs, surprised.

"Did you just call me by my last name?"

"What?" I stop to look at him, confused expression plastered on my face.

"Did you seriously just call me Rojas."

He is smiling. The man is fucking smiling.

"I-" Holding eye contact seems to be too much for me at the moment, seeing I can't even finish my phrase. He shortens the space between us by rapidly making his way to me from the other side of the room.

"No, no, no, I'm still mad at y-" He cuts me off by kissing me. At first, I don't correspond. But almost immediately my mouth moves in sync with his', as if it was it's habit. (It was).

He pulls apart and his forehead meets mine. Staring at me through his eyelashes, I can't help but smile a little due to our proximity, and given how close we are, he doesn't have to look at me to know I'm smiling. He can simply feel it.

"There it is that smile"

I shove him back playfully, but I'm quick to meet my head to his chest as his arms wrap themselves around me and his hands rest on the small of my back.

"I thought you 'didn't get jealous'" He quotes and I can sense the playful smirk in his voice

"I'm not jealous" I answer honestly "I just didn't like it very much, alright? I'm sorry I got mad, I know it wasn't your fault."

"Hey" he says while bringing my head up by holding his curved finger to my chin. "Your boobs are the only ones I actually want to sign"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah"

We smile at each other before kissing again, this time more, deeper, needier.

The tips of his fingers meet the hem of my shirt and we only have to break our kiss for a second before it comes off and then we're back at it. He pulls away again to hold me by the sides of both my shoulders.

His eyes unashamedly study every inch of my body like they didn't know by memory all of it's corners. All of the sudden, he walks away, leaving me standing in the middle of our living room.

It doesn't take much for him to come back, a black marker in hand. I break into a knowing smile. He doesn't say anything, instead just removes the cap and holds me steady by my waist. After a few seconds, my chest is signed and reads "Warren R." in all caps.

"Just...perfect" He's talking to me, but his eyes don't leave his signature.

I pull him by his shirt and bring our lips back together again. My back meets the white walls and I hear Warren mumble a quick "jump"; so I obligue.

"If this is how it gets you feeling jealous, maybe I should sign boobs more often"

"Don't even think about it."

#daisy jones and the six #djats #djats x reader #warren rhodes x reader #warren rojas x reader #warren rhodes #warren rojas

[come-down-that-tree]

Prologue Previous

Warning: Geno being loopy for a while and discutable editing choices

Come Down That Tree! (An aftermare story)

Chapter 15: Audio, sed terra cur non plana est?

Geno wakes up not feeling quite all there.

His arm didn’t hurt anymore and he felt rested.

Something is amiss but who cares? Life is fun!

He felt very giddy for no apparent reason. The air seemed to vibrate.

He sits. Oh, he sits alright. With his butt on the ground. His back against the bark. His hands politely wait on his legs.

Geno felt like the universe rewrote itself slightly to the left just to mess with him.

Something makes a soft noise right to his left and he is suddenly very aware of a weight loafed against him.

It was Nightmare who was still asleep.

He shakes his arm to remove the weight.

The other started to stir awake, sleepiness still very present in his gaze.

Why does he wear so much purple? Like his eyes? He wears them prettily.

He moved around and watched Nightmare’s mouth articulate.

“Are you feeling okay? Your eyelight is big…?”

It is? He needs to see that.

Geno tried to reach his eye socket with his left arm but Nightmare stopped him for some reason.

“I know it doesn’t feel painful right now but it is still injured so try to avoid using it?”

Nightmare is too long of a name and Geno says so to him. He thinks.

“Oh your enunciation… It’s alright, the bigger side effects should fade out soon! It did for me…even if you don’t seem to react quite like me then… If Nightmare is too hard to say, you can shorten it to “Night” or anything that you prefer?”

He gazed into the two pale purple moons and attempted to test his balance by standing up straight. He failed.

The ground is green and he is floating above it.

He fell on the other.

“AH! Try to stay still for a moment, will you?”

Moonlight is so loud.

“I’ll try to be more quiet… If I dare to point that out, “Moonlight” is in no way shorter than “Nightmare”...”

The sound he makes is funny.

Geno flayed a bit to get back to sit against the tree without crushing anyone.

Moon is there but where is the other?

“Dream is down the village, you slept for a while.”

Mind Reading, what a powerful and useful magic…

He stared at him and the way his hands were freezed in the air, as if hesitant -he glanced at his face- and lost.

“You’re not aware you’re talking out loud, are you?”

Aware is certainly not the word here.

“We should get you out of these clothes… Dream went to seek some for you, it must be uncomfortable for you… wearing something that wet and heavy…?”

His sleeves make satisfying sounds when shaken.

The monster was drenched. Unlike Nightmare who seemed already dry and back in his usual purple trousers.

Geno knows a funny way to get dry much faster.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

With a firm but clumsy hand, he carries out his plan.

And soon, one giant animalistic skull was floating in front of both of them.

“GENO, please tell me you know what you’re doing with that terrifying thing!”

Feeling like some marbles were back into place, he answered the question truthfully.

“I don’t know what I am doing but I am doing it.”

Somehow, it did not seem to reassure the other who looked ready to leap at the first sign of something going wrong. The monster couldn’t care less at the moment and gestured for his blaster to open its maw…and charge a blast.

Somehow, once again, it seemed to inflict more stress on his companion. He then ignored all the pleading babbles that were just plain grating.

The inside of the blaster started lighting up with a fierce heat and he carefully sat between two sharp teeth.

“The’e, I will b’ dry inno time”, he announced to his gobsmacked-looking spectator.

Nightmare stayed where he was -even after he patted the space beside him in a silent offer- therefore he elected to ignore him, focusing on the almost scaling heat against his back. Why did he never do that before? It was quite a great way to accelerate things.

“Are you sure this is safe? Have you done that before?”

“I have never been lass sure of anything in me life but it seems to work a’right!”

The other scrunched his face in an expression Geno couldn’t decipher, not like he was that interested in trying but still.

After a moment of silence, the not-monster scooted slightly closer. He remained fairly far however.

“What is it?”

“mmmh m’blaster.”

“What? Can you repeat that?”

He giggled at the other’s ignorance.

“Big thing thaaat shoots and.. and bites!”

“Very helpful, thanks.”

He bowed, almost fell out of his seat, then miraculously balanced himself back up.

“M’pleasure to help, aways.”

“I thought you were starting to sound cognizant again but I see I was wrong there.”

“Always the bug words with you, eh”, he shrugged.

“Seriously, what is this thing? It was so impressive and -honestly- scary last time and now it just sits there, floating and warming your back without mauling you for sitting right next to its sharp and huge canine.”

Geno shook his head a few times to try once again to realign the realities. If the endeavor was any conclusive, he didn’t have a clue. He would have to continue riding the wave until it fully went away, he guessed.

“I use magic and fwoop big puppy here comes.”

He really couldn’t explain it any better.

“...Your magic seems far more powerful and advanced from anything I saw from monsters so far.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“What can you do besides turning into a nightlight at will?”

Nightmare grabbed his knees and started softly rocking back and forth.

“Not much… I can slightly worsen feelings on the bad side but I hate doing that. I’ve been told I turn the mood sour just by standing there so I might do it unconsciously sometimes.”

A frigid feeling finished chasing the daze away, leaving only a slight light-headedness and a dull pain in his left arm.

“Did the villagers tell you that?”

“Yes…”

“Then I wouldn’t trust that source.”

“Geno…They’re not all that bad.”

“Don’t give me that crap. It’s not about me there, they’re obviously mistreating you.”

The purple-clad skeleton hid his head in his knees and hummed, neither confirming or denying his accusation.

“Did you talk about that with Dream?”

Nightmare shook his head but stayed buried there.

“You don’t have to answer that but allow me to put an hypothesis out. The villagers don’t like you because they think your little guardianship here is neatly devised between “good and bad” and they’d be better off with only the positive and none of the negative emotions?”

A timid nod was all he got in exchange but it was enough for him to continue.

“1-I honestly don’t fully understand the whole tree and apples thing but aren’t you just a guardian and the sources of the feelings are the apples?

2-They’re plain stupid if they think they can live with only one side of their emotions. What are they, 5???”

To that, Nightmare lifted his head to look at him.

“Emotions are not a coin you can flip! They aren’t even always positive or negative? Some are neutral or mixed and why are they oversimplifying such a vague concept.”

“I don’t think I ever heard that way of thinking before.”

“You’re surrounded by idiots, no offense to Dream since I guess you didn’t broach the subject with him. Which is strange when you’re so fixated on “your duties as guardians of feelings”?”

“I’m starting to think I prefer you loopy.”

“How dare!??”

He let himself fall forwards, colliding with the other for the second time today but this time on his own volition. The blaster dissolved into the air as the air grew thick with shrieks and laughter as they play-fought on the ground. It ended very fast when something brushed weird against his arm and he all but hissed of pain.

“Oh no, did the pain come back? Are you feeling fine?”

The pain receded without fully vanishing so he answered it was alright enough.

They both laid down for a moment, looking at the clouds.

The faraway white puffs were a fascinating phenomenon to observe and he idly wondered if he would ever get used to it.

“I still think you should talk about it to your brother.”

“If I do that, he’s gonna want to help. We can’t just move the tree elsewhere if worse comes to worse. I don’t want them to hate him too.”

“You’re afraid he would get hurt for you? Or are you scared he wouldn’t do anything if he knew?”

“NO! I know he would- He’s the kindest person I’ve ever met. Of course, he would help or try to at least.”

“I see, you should still try to talk to him in my opinion.”

“...and what if you minded your own business?”

“Ha, I could.”

“Any particular reason you don’t?”

Geno sighed, a deep and heavy sigh that dragged for what seemed like an eternity.

“You somehow remind me of myself, just a bit, and a… situation… I went through. It’s a very, and I mean it, very different situation but I didn’t want to talk to my brother about it either. I did in the end, but let’s say it didn’t really stick, so just forget that.

Nightmare responded with a delay.

“You have a brother…”

“A little brother and despite everything, I’ll keep him close in my heart. Always...”

“Do you miss him?”

The answer was easy but somehow complicated.

“I do. Thankfully Papyrus does not.”

A long silence stretched after that.

A timid question stopped it just as steps approaching made their presence known.

“Would you mind talking to me about Papyrus more later?”

And strangely, Geno found he truly didn’t.

End of chapter 15! Go to chapter 16?

@dragon-tamer-1 @shinechermont

Geno!Sans belongs to @/loverofpiggies

Nightmare and dreamtale belong to @/jokublog

#Come Down That Tree! #aftermare #chapter 15 #wooo a tad longer than usual #despite the fact I almost didn't describe stuff compared to usual #Geno is so out of it registering the outside world or even his own body is not very high in his priorities list #I did some research for that chapter then I threw it all out of the window and wrote #the more time pass the more I wing up the editing part #I was so cautious not to leave errors and write pretty for the first chapies #now I just go #uuuuuuuuuuuuh good enough

[cherrycola27]

Take Me to Bed,

Love Me Forever

Paring: Rooster x Reader (Call Sign Artemis)

Warnings: Language, Mentions of past trauma, ejection, almost dying. Angsty, Fluff, and Smut. Minors DNI. 18+

A/N: Yall this piece was a rollercoaster of emotions to write, it is easily one of the best things I have written and something I am very proud oof. I seriously hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please like/comment/ reblog so others can enjoy it too.

You enter your house much later than you usually do. Your husband had been home hours before you pacing the floor. Work had been hell today to say the least.

There had been an accident and you had to eject. You had to stay in the infirmary until you had been cleared to leave. Maverick had made him go home, telling him there was nothing he could do for you there but to be ready for you when you walk through the door that evening. You would need him then more than anything.

You toed off your boots by the door and unzipped your flight suit. You tied the arms of it around your waist and made your way to the kitchen clad only in it and a black sports bra. When you turned on the lights you jumped. He was sitting there at the breakfast nook clutching a glass of water.

"Rooster you scared me half to death." You tell him trying to regain control of your breathing.

"I didn't scare you any worse than you scared me today Artie" He replied standing up to pull you close to his chest. Your nose crinkled at the nickname he had given you. During the first weeks you had known Rooster back when you were younger he had shortened your call sign from 'Artemis' to 'Artie' and it had stuck.

"I'm fine Bradley. I promise." You tell him as he looks deeply into your eyes. "I could have lost you today Y/N" He whispers as he kisses your hair line. You burrow your head into his chest and breath in his scent. He was right, you could have died today, this morning when you had kissed him on the tarmac before you climbed into your F-18 could have been the last. But it wasn't. And you were thankful for that.

He tips your face up by your chin. His eyes are so full of love for you. His fingers trace over your features. "What are you doing?" You ask him. "Making sure I have it all memorized. Just in case." He replies before slanting his lips over yours.

His kisses are slow, he languidly moved his lips against yours. You expected them to be full of heat, passion, desperation, but they aren't. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world, not like you had almost died hours earlier.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he scoops you up and sets you on the kitchen counter. You both stay that way for a long while. Content to kiss each other and let your hands graze over one another. When the need for oxygen becomes too much your pull back and rest your forehead against his.

"Rooster." You breathe out. "Yes baby." He replies.

"Take me to bed." You whisper against his lips

"Absolutely" He mummbles before kissing you again as he lifts you off the counter to take you to the bedroom.

Your legs wrap around his torso as he seems to glide through the house with you in his arms. You press kissed to his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his throat, and to your favorite place, that sensitive spot behind his left ear that always makes him shutter.

He opens the door to your shared sleeping space and pushes you up against the wall, firmly holding you in place. The evidence of his desire presses into your core, you both hiss at the contact.

His hands palm your breasts through you sports bra as you tug at the hem of his shirt. He gets the hint and lifts his arms long enough for you to remove it from him. His dog tags clang together as they fall against his chest.

His nimble fingers find the zipper of your bra and slide it down. He slips the straps off your shoulders and tosses the garment to the side.

"Rooster!" You gasp as his warm, wet mouth encircles one of the sensitive buds. His hand finds the other and rolls it between his thumb and index finger.

His tongue flicks and licks your breast as he groans against your flesh. He pulls his mouth away with a pop and you moan in protests until he repeats his action on the other. You are still high from the adrenaline and his mouth and hands feel perfect against you. You feel your core clench around nothing and you swear if he keeps this up for just a few more minutes you are going to fall apart before he even gets you naked and touches you where you want him most.

You can't stop the breathy moans that leave your mouth as he worships your chest. He licks, sucks, pulls, and tugs. Your hands are tightly fisting his sandy curls holding him to you. His hips buck into your center and he groans at the contact, and that does it for you. "Rooster..." you moan out grinding yourself against him as the first high of the night washes over you.

He pulls back from you to study your face. Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are hazy while you try to control your erratic breathing.

"Did you just?" He asks, his eyes wide at the realization. You shake your head as you are still coming down. "You've never finished just from me touching your breasts." He remarks with an almost cocky grin. "What can I say? Still high on adrenaline from earlier I guess." You tell him.

He drops a hand between the two of you and runs it up your center. You jerk at the touch. "So sensitive." He murmers against your ear. "Don't worry baby, I'm going to take good care of you."

He peels you away from the wall and sets you down on the bed. He undoes his belt and pushes his pants down to his feet and quickly steps out of them. All that remains are his too tight black boxers that leave nothing to the imagination. Your hands shoot forward ready to free him and take him in your mouth but he gently pushes them away. "As much as I love it when you do that honey, I'm not the one who almost died today. Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good." He states before kneeling infront of you.

He helps you out of your flight suit and slips your panties off and now you are bare before him. He grabs your ankle and trails feather-light kisses from it to the top of your thigh before switching to the other. You sit there in awe of him, watching how careful he is with you, how loving he his. You think back to earlier today and how scared he must have been. Worried if he would ever see you again, ever kiss you again, ever make love to you again. You can't help it but tears burn in your eyes and slip down your cheeks.

Rooster looks up and sees them. He sits beside you on the bed and pulls you close to him. He uses his thumbs to wipe them from your face. "Y/N it's okay, I'm right here, you are right here." You coos trying to calm you down.

"You must have been so scared." You choke out. "I must have been scared?" He asks you confused "You are the one that ejected today. If anyone should have been scared it should have been you Artie."

"Bradley, I know you. You were terrified. I heard it into your voice as you told me you loved me before I punched out." You tell him. "I um..." he didn't know how to respond. "I was scared. You're right." He confesses after a beat of silence. "I was afraid of the worst, and I just wanted you to hear it one more time just in case." He admits. Now he is the one on the verge of crying.

You cup his face in your hands and kiss him. "Well, you can't get rid of me that easily Bradshaw." You joke tapping his nose. "God I love you so much woman." He responds kissing your forehead.

"Well then Rooster your big stud, why don't you show me how much then?" You ask moving to straddle his lap.

He doesn't respond with his words. Instead he cards his finger through your hair and pulls you flush against him. He loves the feeling of your skin on his. He loves feeling your heat beating in your chest, yet another reminder that you are real, that you are there, that you are alive .

His lips kiss your face, your neck, the underside of your jaw. "Oh Bradley." You whimper as he sucks the delicate flesh of your neck into his mouth. He is normally careful not to leave anything that would be visible in a uniform or flight suit behind but he can't help himself today. He needs this, needs to remind himself that you cheated death today and that you really are in his arms.

You grind your bare slit over his clothed cock. Rooster is rock hard underneath you but doesn't seem to care about himself. He only cares about your pleasure and how good he can make you feel.

You are still sensitive from the first time he made you finish, but you want, no, need, more from him.

"Roos, please, I need more." You moan out. He turns and places you in the middle of the bed. He stops and looks at you. You look ethereal laying there, hair fanned out on the pillows, your skin flushed red is a stark contrast to the light grey sheets, you chest rising and falling causing a subtle bounce of your breast while your dog tags are nestled between them. He stares at you almost as if he is taking a picture. Committing this image of you so drunk on him to memory.

"Rooster." You breath out. Calling him back from the place he had been. He would never tell you this but you could see it in his eyes, just behind the hunger and the lust, you knew the first thing he thought of when you went down over the water was his father and how he never got to tell him good bye or how the last this his father ever heard wasn't Carole telling him she loved him.

"I love you" you spoke just above a whisper. "I know" He called back before sliding between your legs. You spread them a little wider to make room for his broad shoulders. Her peppered your thighs with kisses again, stopping every so often to suck marks into them that would be there for days to come.

Bradley's breath was hot over your core. He slipped his right arm around your thigh and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

He ran two fingers from his left hand along your slit, gathering your wetness. "So wet baby, so fucking wet." He sighed as he circled your clit. "All for you honey, only for you." You replied as your hips jerked at the contact.

He slipped his ring and middle fingers inside you. Your previous orgasm had left you so slick they slid in past the knuckle easily. He curled them deep inside of you. Bringing the pads of his fingers to the spot only he could reach. You felt the harsh cold metal of his wedding band against your burning flesh. His rhythm was slow at first. Painfully slow, curling his thick digits deep inside you with long slow strokes. You tried to grind yourself down on him but his other arm held you firmly in place. His silent way of telling you that you were going to take what he was giving you.

"More, please more." You gasped out. He was happy to obliged you, but only slightly. His fingers sped up just a bit and he curled his wrist to push them even deeper into you. You sighed as the friction built.

Your hands fisted the sheets and you thrashed your head wildly. "Please baby I need..." you could finish your thought. You brain was turning to much.

"Come one princess tell me what you need. I'll give you anything you ask for." You drew out the last words. "I need your mouth please Rooster... I need it so bad." You almost begged, almost.

"Yes Ma'am." He replied to you before sucking your clit into his mouth. "Ahhh yes, just like that baby" you cried out while he toyed with the swollen bundle of nerves. Your hand left his grip on the sheets. One hand lost itself in his now wild curls while the other gripped his bicep.

You whined as he licked a broad stripe across your clit before circling his tongue around it. You could feel him smirk along your folds. Once, in an orgasm induced post high conversation you asked him how he was so good with it. His answer? "I spell my name"

"You spell Rooster with your tongue?" You asked back not believing him. "No, my full name, Bradley Alexander Bradshaw." He tells you back. "Why?" You ask still confused. "Because if I write my name on it, everyone will know its mine." You had laughed at him for that, but it was true. You belonged to Bradley and he belonged to you.

You could feel the coil winding up inside you once again. His fingers kept their pace but his tongue and lips became faster, more erratic. You could feel the figure eights being draw over the nub as he alternated between that and sucking on it.

You were close and he could tell, your walls gripped his fingers, pulled them back in every time he tried to withdraw them. Rooster looked up to see you. You were a writhing moaning mess above him. Head thrown back, eyes closed, the knuckles gripping his hair white, your fingernails biting into his bicep sure to leave marks but he didn't care.

He harshly sucked you clit back into his mouth causing your eyes to fly open. You looked down to find him peering up at you. You locked gazes with him and saw the hint of not quite a smile but not quite a smirk form at the corners of his eyes before he winked at you causing the flood gates to open. You screamed his name and ground down on his face as he worked you through your second orgasm. This one was much more powerful than the one you had earlier.

He thrusted his fingers into until you came down. Your grip on his hair and arm released as you took in slow, shaky breaths.

Bradley kisses his way up your body. "Such a good girl for me, always so beautiful when you cum like that." He praises you before claiming your lips. You can taste yourself on him, but you don't care. You are addicted to him and the way he makes you feel, you can't get enough.

"Need you inside of me, need your cock so bad." You breath out. "Anything for you honey, anything." He told you and you knew he meant it. Bradley Bradshaw would give you the world on a sliver platter if you asked for it or die trying. If you asked him, the sun rose and set in your eyes and you were the one who hung the moon and stars. He loved you more than anything on this earth. Maverick had often said that Rooster loved you the way Goose loved Carole, madly, deeply, and all consuming.

You thanked your lucky stars every single day that he chose you for his forever.

He lined his head up with your entrance, sliding the tip of it through your soaked folds before pushing all the way in to the hilt. The groan that left Roosters throat came from deep in his chest and was downright pornographic.

He stilled once fully inside you. "So tight Y/N, always so fucking tight" He praised as your legs circled his hips and your hands clung to his shoulders pulling him even closer to you.

Rooster kissed you passionately before slowly withdrawing almost all the way and pushing back in to you. He had an iron grip on your hips to ground himself, terrified that if he didn't hold onto you, you would fly away.

His pace was slow, something you didn't do very often; but it was what you had both needed, a chance to pause time, to remind each other that you would love the other forever.

His cock was impossibly thick as he drove it into you. Each thrust brought him deeper inside you as the fat head stroked your g-spot and his pubic bone grazed your clit each time he pushed into you.

"So good. Feel s'good" you cried out as your nails dug into his shoulder blades. He body was the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth right now.

Every thrust felt amazing, the grunts and moans coming from him went straight to your core, soaking it even more. You could hear his manhood moving through your slick. The pants and groans leaving your lips stirring him on.

He hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you which caused you to throw your head back. You neck strained and exposed itself to him which let him seal his lips over your pulse point "Yesyesyesyes" you babbles out as he drove into that sensitive spot over and over again.

You clawed at his back needing to ground yourself, to keep yourself from falling apart completely. But another deep thrust caused you to drop them to the sheets and ball them up in your fist.

Rooster could feel how close you were and how close he was. Your cunt gripped him so tightly he had to focus to not finish before you. Yes he was aware that you had already came twice but he couldn't finish without feeling you clench around him.

His right hand let go of your hip as he brought his fingers back to your clit. He tapped and circled the bundle driving you futher to your finish. The action overwhelmed you. "S'too much... I can't... can't" you babbled out as he pushed your towards oversitmulatuon.

His left hand came to yours and grabbed it from its place in the sheets. He threaded his fingers through yours and pinned them both above your head. He ran his thumb over your wedding rings.

"Look at me Y/N" He commanded. You opened your eyes to find his golden orbs burning into your face.

"Want to see your beautiful face when you cum." Rooster told you as he picked up the place. His thrusts and fingers becoming sloppy. "Don't think I can again." You told him

"Yes you can babe, I know you can. Come on Y/N, cum for me, give me everything you have." He encouraged you before pushing your joined hands further into the mattress.

Suddenly everything you were holding in became too much. Everything felt too good, you couldn't hold back anymore, and with a cry of his name you came harder than you ever had before around your husband's cock.

You screamed his name has he continued to move inside you and work you through your orgasm. The grip of your walls on him felt amazing as he came deep inside you, coating your walls with his white hot release.

He continued to thrust until you were both throughly spent.

Rooster collapsed on top of you, careful to put his weight on his forearms as to not crush you. He kissed you once more before rolling onto his side and pulling you with him. You both whined at the loss of contact as he pulled out of you. He wrapped both of you up in your duvet. Your body trembled against him from the aftershocks of the most amazing orgasm of your life.

He held you close to him, breathing in your essence.

"Y/N, promise me something" Rooster said after a long while, breaking the silence.

"What?" You hummed in response.

"Promise that you'll love me forever." He asked you.

"Bradley Bradshaw, as long as you promise me the same, I swear I will love you forever."

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14 - Still On Different Sides

Part 15

Battle of Heart and Mind

The plane was said to land in an hour where I decided it was time to introduce Erik to my mother because none of us knew if we would succeed today in stopping Raven from starting the war of the future. Erik was staring at the chess board in front of him in silence till he saw me standing before him. “Charles, just told me we are soon to land and there’s something I want to do before we’re on the ground.”

“And what is that, Addison?” He asked resting his chin on the palm of his hand,

Holding my hands together in front of me I sucked in a sharp breath hoping he wouldn’t panic too bad at what I was asking. “Meeting my mother.”

“God Addison….I don’t think that’s a good idea right now.” He ran his freehand through his hair.

I sent him the puppy dog eyes hoping he wouldn’t resist me then. “Please Erik. You are the father of her grandchild after all. She deserves to know who you are.”

“For you I will. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. I don’t think I will be what she expected.” He replied, meeting my gaze. He got to his feet and we walked over to where my mother was sitting watching the clouds outside until I cleared my throat.

Angela focused her attention on the two of us. “So is the father, Addi?”

“Yes he is, mom. This is Erik Lehnsherr.” I put one hand on his arm pointing at my mother introducing them. “Erik, this is my mother Angela.”

She raised her out to shake him as we sat down across from her. “Nice to meet you, Erik. So let me see if I have this right and correct me if I misunderstood. So you two have been through world war 2 concentration camps, tried to protect the world from your father, and then you had me help you break into the pentagon to have sex with him. Which resulted in you being pregnant now and you are trying to prevent a future war.”

“Yeah that’s basically the shortened version, mom.” I shrugged my shoulders blushing that she blurted the last part so boldly through the airplane.

Erik finally said his first words toward my mother with a proud smirk falling his gaze between the three of us. “She’s a fast learner just like you are, Addison.”

“What happened to you calling me Addi sometimes?” I glared at him lightly.

He smirked back at me. “And I’ve already told you the reason. It’s just what I like to call you.”

“You two are so adorable together. So when should I be expecting a wedding after the baby is born I assume?” My mother asked with a smirk on her face.

Erik rubbed the back of his neck. “Well I am not sure exactly when I am going to ask her to marry me. I have been locked up and I wasn’t sure I was ever going to get out of there to be honest.”

“I’ll be waiting for you to ask for my permission some day, Lehnsherr. Now what type of power do you have?” She leaned forward curiously in her eyes.

Removing the coin necklace from around my neck I held it out to him in my open palm. “Show her.” Erik nods his head simply, concentrating on the metal coin. The object hovered above my palm and he made it fly around the room a couple of times before collapsing softly back around my neck with such ease.

“Now the name Magneto makes so much more sense to me. That’s quite impressive. But I want you to remember something, Erik.” My mother got to her feet leaning over the table and getting in his face as much as she could manage. A threat slipped out of her lips. “If you ever hurt my daughter I know someone who can hunt you down and make you regret it if he ever brings his power back.”

Grabbing his hand in mine I saw Erik stiffen his back looking down the rows seeing Charles and Logan talking with each other. He nodded with a nervous gulp. “I’ll keep that in mind, Ms. Aspen.”

We had finally found the location of the board meeting event that Raven was said to have killed Trask at. Bolting into the office room our group saw Raven in her natural blue form laying on the table and some of the members laying knocked out on the floor around her. Charles rushed in front of me and Erik, concerned for his sister. “Charles.” Raven breathed out trying to catch her breath.

He ran a hand over her head. “We've come for you, Erik and I, together.”

“I never thought I could see you again.” She mumbled in relief.

He reassured his sister while my gaze noticed the short man standing in the corner who had to be Trask who created the weapon to wipe us all out. “I'm going to keep you safe I'm going to keep you out of their hands.”

“Erik.” Suddenly the gun that was laying beside my friend flies and lands in Erik’s hand.

Charles raises a hand standing in between the firearm and his foster sister. “Erik, what are you doing?”

“Securing our future.” Erik declares pointing the gun at her still. “Forgive me Mystique, as long as you're out there we'll never be safe.”

“Erik.” I warned him with my mother standing beside Hank and Logan who was having a seizure or something over in the corner.

Raven told her brother while getting up. “Use your powers Charles, stop him.”

Erik told her about to fire the gun. “He can't.” Hank ran at the same time she ran and broke through the glass window to get away. Hank tackled Erik causing the weapon to still fire and a bullet went into her leg as she hit the ground.

“Charles, I’m going to try and stop him before he kills her in front of the whole world.” I placed a hand on his shoulder not waiting for a response bolting towards the window.

“Addi!” Charles cried out my name as I jumped through the broken glass, thankful that when I held my hands out towards the ground that I didn’t die since my body was hovering off the pavement a little bit.

Letting my feet drop to the ground I saw Raven in a different form trying to get away but her limp was slowly her down. “Erik, leave her alone right now.” I holler out to him when some policeman tries moving towards him but he just throws them backwards like twigs on trees heading straight for my friend.

“Addison, I am doing this for our future. If she’s alive and kills him we will never be safe.” He turns to me still holding Raven close to his feet with the bullet in her leg.

Making my hands into fists I glared at him. “Killing her in front of the entire public isn’t a better option either. They will hate us and our children.”

“Children, you didn’t tell me there was more than one. We have to run once she is dead.” He raised a brow at me, looking over his shoulder at her and raised his hand drawing the bullet from her leg and it hovered on his palm.

Raven begged him. “Erik!”

“I’m sorry - ugh!” He apologized before I raised my hand, throwing him away from her and into one of the metal barricades causing some people to quickly back away on the other side of them. He shook his head realizing what just happened. “Addi, what the hell are you doing?”

“Protecting her from you. I can’t let you kill her even if it means you never know your babies.” I declare watching him get to his feet.

He raised his hand drawing me to him by the coin necklace where I struggled against his power until we were pressing up against each other. “I don’t want to hurt you. I made a promise to your mother.” He grunted through his teeth intensely staring into my eyes.

“The only thing I can say is that I’m sorry about this.” I slammed my hands onto his chest seeing my hands turning red and he winced lowering himself to his knees and I lowered myself down onto my knees with him looking in Raven’s direction. “Get out of here. You know where we’ll be if you need help.”

She nodded, transforming as a random person and blending into the crowd of people who were running now in fear. “Thanks best friend.”

“Addi, we are supposed to be on the same side. Not enemies, you and I!” Erik grunted holding onto my forearms tightly.

I removed my hands from his body, stepping away from him. I was at conflict with my own heart and mind right now. I loved him but for the sake of my unborn children I couldn’t start a war between humanity and mutants. Nothing good would come from such a thing. That’s the whole reason why Logan was here in the first place. “This is for my children.” I closed my eyes, throwing him by raising a hand and launching him into the metal gate.

Erik groaned at the impact quickly standing up and he threw my body where I rolled on the dirt. Scrambling to my feet I got in a fighting stance seeing him raising pieces of the fence trying to cage me in. I throw a hand forward holding them back and tossing them into the sky away from us. “We are stronger together, you see that. I know you do. Stop fighting me, babe.”

“I can’t do that, Erik.” I shake my head no glaring at him, focusing my eyes on one of the metal helmets that was on a police officer's head. It slowly raised behind his head and thankfully he didn’t see it yet.

Erik made a fist and a pair of handcuffs came flying at me. I ducked my head thinking he was trying to hit me. Yet they wrapped around my legs and I collapsed onto the ground with him slowly walking towards me. “I won’t hurt you if you stop fighting me right now, Addi.” He lowered himself down on a knee to be eye level with me.

“I choose….to apologize one last time for this.” I mumbled under my breath moving the helmet over his head waiting for the right chance.

Erik sent me a confused look on his face before I cut him off by knocking him over the head with the helmet and his body fell into my arms where he went unconscious. “What are you talking about - uh!”

“I’m sorry, Erik. I truly am.” I whispered, running one hand through his hair getting up to my feet and leaving him there knowing he would wake up soon enough since I didn’t hit him too harshly. Running through the back alleyways I found our plane a few miles later slamming down in one of the seats just as we took off into the sky.

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breathe

i’m sad about k hours and now it’s all your problems

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Warnings: pneumothorax, canonical character death

Pairings: none

Word Count: 1384

"A collapsed lung?”

“Partially collapsed, yes,” the doctor says, as Yohan’s own breath shortens, “we’re lucky it isn’t more severe.”

Yohan glances at the bed, where K is breathing shallowly with a frighteningly white tube running up under a bandage on his chest. The man’s brow—he’s a man, now, isn’t that as frightening?—is beaded with sweat, his face pale.

“It seems pretty severe.”

“Pneumothorax occurs when air leaks into the space between your lungs and your chest wall,” the doctor explains as if that’s supposed to make it better, “in this case, it’s been caused by a ruptured air blister.”

“Which mean?”

“Small air blisters sometimes form—“

“For him, doctor.”

“I understand the question, sir,” the doctor says sharply, “and will answer it as best I can.”

He gives Yohan a pointed look.

He forces himself to take a breath. This is not the man to be mad at. “Continue, please.”

“These air blisters can form on top of your lungs. If they burst, they can leak a small amount of air into the space that surrounds the lungs and cause the collapse.

The doctor gestures at K.

“This type of pneumothorax is common in males 20 to 40 years old, especially if the person is very tall and underweight.”

Yohan’s jaw clenches as he watches a shaky chest rise and fall.

“This collapse is extremely minor,” the doctor’s voice continues, “we have him on oxygen and the needle will be removed shortly. Pneumothorax like this will most likely heal on its own. He just needs to rest.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

The doctor nods. “In a little while, I’ll come back to remove the needle and check his condition. Call me if there are any other complications.”

Yohan nods, his gaze never leaving K as the doctor bows and closes the door quietly behind him. He lets out a breath, listing to it shudder in the too-still room.

“’Rest,’ he says…is this what resting looks like?” He starts to walk, slowly, around the bed. “How well can you rest with a needle inside you?”

K doesn’t answer, because Yohan is stupid for getting his hopes up that he would, so he sits on the edge of the bed and looks at K’s hand. It’s worn, callused, weathered in ways maybe it shouldn’t be.

“Very tall,” he muses, looking up at his face, “you shot up like a giraffe, didn’t you?”

Sometimes it feels like Yohan blinked and the child was suddenly eye height with him. Another blink and now he has to look up to meet his gaze.

“Mrs. Ji always did worry if you were eating enough.”

He can count each of K’s ribs as he lies there, can reach out and hook a finger behind his sternum. Something cold washes over the room and K shivers. Goosebumps raise on the man’s arms and Yohan rubs at the skin to make them go away.

“No wonder I see you in thick coats all the time,” he says under his breath, “you’re freezing.”

Memories of long nights in an unheated basement, shivering and huddling under too-thin blankets. He keeps the touch gentle, but rubs harder, trying to infuse a little bit of warmth into arms that are strong yet brittle, too brittle in his hand right now.

“You’ll have to start eating more when you wake up.”

K’s breathing stutters. Yohan freezes, heart racing, until it evens out again. His hands slowly let go of K’s arms, one hand moving up to brush his hair back from his forehead.

“You have to be strategic,” he says, “you can’t run in without a plan. If you aren’t prepared, you’ll get hurt.”

The bandage on his chest rises and falls, rises and falls.

“You can’t afford to be reckless. You have to think, be careful. There’s only so much room for error.”

The oxygen tank next to the bed gives and gives as he watches, his hand unable to leave K’s head for long.

“You can’t lose sight of the end goal,” he says, still fussing needlessly with K’s hair, “that’s what’s really important.”

He stares at K’s face, transfixed by how empty it looks. He remembers seeing this face many times. Angry. Resentful. Determined. On rare occasions, curious. Even rarer, scared.

This…this emptiness, he has only seen once before. When a child stares at lifeless things and for a moment, looked like one of them.

Yohan never wants to see it again.

“I haven’t told you this yet,” he manages, “but the plan isn’t finished once we bring them down. There’s something that comes after.”

He swallows the lump in his throat.

“You’re supposed to live.” He swallows again. “Just live. Find what makes you content and choose it. That’s what you’re supposed to do, that’s when you know it’s done.”

He lays his hand carefully on K’s head.

“You can’t let yourself die yet. You’re not finished. You have to finish the work first.”

The doctor’s words come back to him.

“And that means resting now.” His mouth tugs up. “You’re still impatient, even after all these years. Slow down just a little bit for now.”

Yohan stands slowly.

“Let me do the work for a little while.”

 ***

You were supposed to live, he thinks as he watches the body crumple against the merciless stone floor, you were supposed to live.

 ***

"What are you thinking about?"

Elijah's voice snaps him out of his daze. He turns to look at her. Kkomi sprawls across her lap where she's curled on the couch, a thick textbook lying across her legs. Something in him softens when he sees she's using the sweater Gaon left here last time as a blanket.

"Yah, didn't you hear me? I asked what you were thinking about."

"I heard you. I'm deciding how to respond."

She doesn't accuse him of trying to lie to her like she would have before, instead idly petting Kkomi as she waits for him to put his words in the right order. She's softer now, as has he been since they moved to Switzerland. Away from the schemes and quagmires of the Korean Elite, away from the demons and smoke that chased both of them halfway across the world. She deserves it, deserves a chance at the gentleness that was denied them both.

It's this solemn reminder that there's a person missing that makes him decide what he wants to say.

"I was thinking about K."

Elijah's expression flickers. She leans down and closes the textbook, putting it aside. Kkomi makes a noise of protest and jumps to the floor, likely in search of a warmer and less disruptive place to sleep. "Why?"

"He was supposed to be here," Yohan says quietly, turning to look out the window, onto the balcony where two chairs sat facing the hills, "when everything was over…he was supposed to come with us."

Quiet for a moment as Elijah shifts closer to him. They've been doing that more recently, touching. It started with the hug right before they left, a way for both of them to assure the other it was alright, they were safe. Then with the nightmares that ended with tears and screaming and sometimes only one bed. Then as a habit, in the kitchens as they squabbled over cooking, as they read their books in the living room, or as they played too many rounds of cards too late into the night. They've never been very good with words, but maybe they can be better about this.

He blames Gaon for it entirely.

"I never really knew him," Elijah mumbles, "what was he like?"

Reckless, impatient, part of him wants to say. Dependable, loyal, says another.

Human, says the part that's spent too long discussing poetry with Oh Jinjoo.

"…he grew fast," he says instead, "sometimes too fast."

"That's stupid. How can someone grow too fast?"

"You try having someone be shorter than your elbow and then taller than you in two years."

"Gaon is taller than you."

"Yah!"

Elijah laughs and for a moment, he thinks K would have laughed at that too.

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Chapter 10 you are my sunshine.

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You open your eyes but you have your hands in front of your face, you take a deep breath. You think, "go on, remove your hands away like a bandaid, just get over it it's only Kyojuro right?!" You remove your hands away from your face! You are in deep thought not looking at Kyojuro only to look at your lap, focus on the fabric on your yukata, and try not to think about what happened earlier on. Still in deep thought only to reminisce about the past, Kyojuro shifts slightly towards you. Waving a hand Infront of your face with a slightly confused expression "Y/n are you ok?" You instantly snap out of thought and look directly at his face and immediately shift back slightly, you were a little too close. Kyojuro's nose was almost touching yours! You respond slowly "sorry Kyojuro" he sits down on his futon slightly infatuated towards you but just chuckles. "Daydreaming,were we there, or thinking about something?"

You swallow nervously "well I was thinking about the things that happened in the past when we grew up together, I am forever in Shinjuro, your father's debit and Ruka your mother's too! Rest her soul!" you have a sad expression on your face! You take a deep breath and exhale slowly."I often visit your mother's grave. She taught me so much about how to cook and clean everything. Your father trained me how to use the nichirin sword with everything he knew and the flame breathing techniques! I am grateful for my birth parents. I miss them and my mind often wanders to thoughts of why I was the soul survivor! You clench your fists. Kyojuro wraps his hand around your first, you loosen your hand, he takes a hold of it gently. "I try not to think what would've happened if your father never came to rescue me. I was so unsure what was gonna happen next! I..I was so scared back then".

You tremble in fear and you're about to speak again but Kyojuro wraps an arm around you, and his other around your head! "Hey now you're trembling, come on I got you!" He softly speaks. Y/n my parents were and still are happy to have taken you in, my mother and father said that you are no bother at all. I know it took some time for you to heal wounds in your soul, and I know that my younger brother Senjuro cherishes you. I am so proud of you y/n how far you have come, don't ever consider yourself a burden to myself or the Rengoku family!"

The words that came from his mouth struck deep, it didn't hurt, it was just heartfelt. The words you just wanted to hear were soothing to your soul and you gradually stopped trembling. You respond "I never thought I would pick up the blade and become a demon slayer! Even so, to use the flame breathing techniques the same as you and your father. Yet I am also very proud you became the flame hashria the flame haroi suits you well". Kyojuro beams and his grip tightens your face,pressed firmly on the top of his chest! "thankyou so much my dear y/n, such kind words." You try to get out of his strong grip, "hey little too tight there Kyo, can you loosen your grip?" He realises the position of where your head is, and the way you shorten his name he likes it hoping you call him that again sometime soon and more often. Immediately a tint of dusty pink spreads across his cheeks, and relaxes his tight grip. "My apologies y/n I didn't mean to umm."Kyojuro fumbles over his words, You explain "it's ok Kyo and I am thankful for you to lend an ear about my woes and troubled thoughts." He boomed and he heard his name shortened again he proudly smiles "anytime".

Kyojuro quizzes you. By the way, what's your rank now? You look at your hand "show me my rank." A mark appears on the front of your hand, Kyojuro grabs your wrist and is stunned. "Rank kinoto! I see what amazing woman you have become so strong and hard working". He lets go of your wrist, and you look away and hide your blush. You stutter "n-ot as strong as y-ou!" He answers "oh come on now, you should be proud, I love to spar with you in the dojo when you're fit and well to do so again for old times. We could learn from each other. Let's train together till the sun goes down!" You lift your head and grin, "that's not a bad idea, would it be possible for you to do my rehabilitation training with me?" He puts his hand under his chin and hums "yes I love to that means i will know if your pushing your body too hard rest is also important. Something you need to learn to do!" He playfully smiles. You nod "yeah I know but when I get into it I lose track of time and then just like that it's sundown!" He sighs "that's what you need to work on to take breaks when training." You look at him slightly nervous. "Ok I will learn to rest in between training even if you have to keep drilling it in my mind, I will drink water to stay hydrated and eat lunch." He grins mischievously "good girl!" You immediately get flustered and unable to speak.

It gets rather late into the night,

You yawn and begin to feel your eyes get heavy, his calloused finger holds your chin and lifts it up your head. He looks at you for a moment and softly smiles, "are we feeling tired my y/n, it has been a very eventful day, shall we go to bed and sleep?" Your ears weren't deceiving you heard right he called you his y/n! But then you think he was just being affectionate! Maybe he wants you to feel comfortable in his sleeping quarters in his large futon right?! You hum in response, "I have had a very eventful day, missions after missions not being able to see you for a long time, I am just happy to see you again! I.." Kyojuro gazes at you "Indeed I agree too. Don't fret now I am not going anywhere!" He boops your nose gently, "But you my y/n need your sleep, it's getting late! Let me help you get comfortable for the night! You protest "I think I can manage to.. '' he interrupts "hey now, come on just relax!" You surender "ok you win" He smiles "good" he lifts you up and helps you lay down on his futon, "are you feeling comfortable?" You yawn "yeah".

He grabs the blanket and covers you up with it. As you gradually fall asleep it's impossible to keep your eyes open, Kyojuro takes a look at your sleeping form. Watching your chest rise and lower in rhythm. He's stroking your hair tenderly in deep thought, "she really does look rather cute sleeping." A deep blush creeps on his face spreading to the tips of his ears! He tries to shake the thought out of his mind. But the thought doesn't disappear! He ponders deeper, "am I really falling in love?" Kyojuro shift's and lays down next to you, trying not to wake you up. He respectfully gives you some space between you both, covering himself up with the blanket. He's getting tired and he yawns. He takes one more look at your sleeping face, he leans forward to kiss you on the top of your head! Kyojuro smiles blissfully, he whispers "good night my y/n." He lays back down on the futon and slowly drifts off into a peaceful sleep.

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Bunny Bros

When cornered and with no way to escape, Tang is forced to reveal something about himself to save his friends. He can only hope things will go well.

The van was destroyed. Luckily no one had been inside when Macaque had smashed it with his shadow mech, but that was perhaps the only upside to their predicament. Tang looked around desperately for any way they could possibly escape. To their right was a drop off into a deep ravine. To their back was a sheer cliff that they had no way of climbing. They couldn’t outrun the mech so the empty plains to their left wasn’t an option either.

The black furred demon couldn’t have picked a better place to corner them. They were completely trapped.

Tang winced at the loud roar Mei gave as she swung her sword again. She was doing her best to hold Macaque off, but with his mech continuously regenerating it would be only a matter of time before she wore herself out. With MK’s powers still not working and the Monkey King stuck in his meditative trance, it seemed there was no way out of the situation.

“This ain’t good,” Pigsy said, mirroring Tang’s thoughts. “We’ve got nowhere to go and Mei’s not going to last much longer.” The pig demon shook his head. “It’s hopeless!”

Tang froze at that. Hope… He reached up and clasped at the wooden talisman he never removed that rested beneath his robes. There was somewhere that they could go. Of course, the key had been meant only for him and this wasn’t how he had meant to reveal himself to the others. But it was an emergency! He’d simply have to ask for forgiveness later once they were all safe.

Determined to go through with it before his resolve wavered, Tang bent down and quickly began unlacing his boots.

“Uh, Tang? What are you doing?” Sandy asked, lightly repositioning the unresponsive Monkey King in his arms.

“Getting us out of here,” Tang replied, kicking off his boots and pulling off his socks as well.

“How is taking off your shoes going to help?” Pigsy said skeptically.

“You’ll see.” Tang straightened up and turned to look his friends in the eyes. “No matter what happens, I need you all to trust me.”

“What’s going to happen?” MK sounded a bit nervous. “Tang?”

“Please, just trust me.”

“I-” MK turned to look over at where Mei clashed with the shadow mech. He swallowed and looked back to Tang. “O-okay. I trust you.”

“I trust you, little buddy,” Sandy pitched in enthusiastically.

“You better know what you’re doing,” Pigsy grumbled, but made no further complaint.

“Thank you,” Tang sighed in relief. “Just… save your questions for later, alright?”

Tang closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It had been some time since he had reverted to his birth form. It wasn’t strictly necessary to activate the key, but if he was to delay Macaque long enough for Mei to join them it would be. After all, his connection to the Earth and his magic was much stronger while in that form.

He focused and began to change. Fur sprouted all over his body. His feet shifted to where he stood primarily on his toes. His skull elongated into a snout. Claws grew from his fingers which shortened in length and developed paw pads. A short fluffy tail grew from the base of his spine and his ears lengthened quite significantly. Tang took a breath once the transformation finished and opened his eyes. His friends stared back in astonishment.

“Whoa…” Sandy said with his mouth open.

“You’re a rabbit?!” Pigsy exclaimed.

“You’re orange?” MK said, seeming more perplexed by his bright fur color than his sudden species change.

“I’ll explain later,” Tang promised as he turned towards the mech and flexed his paws. He grinned as he felt his magic flow through him. “Right now we need to get out of here.”

He took a stance and focused. Once he built up enough magic, he stepped forward and swung his fists down in a straightforward and sturdy motion. He then pulled back up. The earth around the shadow mech pulled up as well, encasing it in stone up to its neck.

“Holy shit!”

“Mei, get over here,” Tang shouted, somewhat out of breath. He was really out of practice. He reached under his robes and clasped the totem in his paw. “Everyone grab hold of me!”

Thankfully, Mei didn’t ask any questions as she dashed over and held onto Tang with the others. She did raise an eyebrow at him though.

“Later,” Tang said as he pulsed his magic into the totem. He grit his teeth as the shadow mech began to break free of the rock. He felt a wave of relief as the totem responded with its own magic and washed over him and his friends. “Here we go!”

Tang tapped his foot against the ground twice. The earth beneath the group opened up and they fell in. By the time Macaque freed himself the hole closed as if it had never been there to begin with.

----------

MK’s screams soon turned into shouts of exhilaration as they slid down the tunnel Tang had summoned. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, but this was better than any slide he had ever been on! Tang himself was actually running along the surfaces of the tunnels on all fours as the group descended. That was just so cool!

Before long the tunnel flattened out and deposited them into an undignified heap. MK laughed as pulled himself free.

“That was awesome!” He cheered along with Mei. He ignored Pigsy’s muttered cursing as he looked around.

“Whoa…” MK breathed as he took in their surroundings. “Where are we?”

They were in what appeared to be a giant underground cavern. Yet there seemed to be light coming from up above them somewhere. Every direction he looked he saw green, vibrant plant life. The air was fresh and pleasant and carried the scent of Spring. Even with his powers being on the fritz, MK could just feel the capital M Magic that filled this place. It reminded him quite a bit of Flower Fruit Mountain, actually.

“We’re somewhere safe,” Tang replied as he stood alert. MK blinked as he had to look up into Tang’s face. He had almost forgotten Tang was a rabbit. That apparently meant he was taller now. He had so many questions for the scholar.

“Somewhere safe?” Sandy said as he made sure Monkey King hadn’t suffered any damage during their wild ride.

“Yes. At least, I hope so…” Tang said as he continued to watch down the path the tunnel had deposited them on. “I, uh, don’t have the permission to bring strangers with me here. I’m just glad the key accepted you all and actually opened for us.”

“Wait, are you saying this might not have worked?!” Pigsy said, incredulous. “And what do you mean you don’t have permission to bring strangers here?”

“It means the owner of this place is going to be pretty ticked off at me,” Tang winced. “He’s not very sociable and doesn’t like his solitude to be interrupted. He’s also really grumpy, even on his best days. We’ve known each other for a long time though, so just let me do the talking and he shouldn’t kick us out. Hopefully.”

“We’re doomed,” Pigsy groaned.

MK was about to ask a question when he noticed Tang’s ears perk up. The rabbit held up a paw to motion for silence and took a step forward. He sniffed the air and turned towards a rock formation that MK realized was shaped like an egg. That was odd…

“I know you’re there,” Tang called out. “I know your manners tend to be lacking with how much you isolate yourself, but surely you know how to greet your guests properly?”

“Didn’t he just say this guy gets pretty grumpy?” Mei hissed in an urgent whisper. “Why is he antagonizing him?!”

“Hah! As if you’d know what proper manners are,” a voice with an Australian accent called back before MK could respond. Out from behind the rock a figure stepped.

MK blinked. It was another rabbit. This one, however, seemed to have a relatively normal fur color of blue-gray with a white undercoat. He… wasn’t wearing anything. Luckily, there didn’t seem to be anything to look at. It was hard to tell, but MK thought he might be taller than Tang as well.

“Still not wearing clothes, I see,” Tang taunted. “When will you grow tired of streaking through the countryside?”

“It ain’t streaking if there ain’t nothing there ta show,” the gray rabbit said heatedly as he stalked forward. “Clothes are impractical when we’ve got fur.”

“I’m not sure shapeshifting your bits away disqualifies you from being classified as naked and thus streaking,” Tang sniffed. “But at least you're modest when it comes to your nudism.”

“Like yer one to talk,” the gray rabbit stopped a few feet away and gestured at Tang. “I know for a fact ya only started wearing clothes when ya began pretending to be a hairless ape. What happened to that, eh? Too cold for ya?”

“What the hell is happening?” MK whispered to Mei, who only shook her head with her mouth hanging open.

“I’ll have you know being human can be quite comfortable,” Tang countered. “We just… ran into a bit of trouble that required me to need full access to my magic.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” the gray rabbit scowled. “Is that why ya brought all these strangers to my Warren unannounced and unauthorized?”

“Yes,” Tang said simply, staring intently at the gray rabbit.

“I see.” The gray rabbit stared back with an equal intensity.

There was a heavy silence for a few moments. As MK looked nervously between the two, he began to notice some similarities. Not just because they were rabbits. Their facial structures were alike. There were darker markings in their fur on their foreheads that seemed to form near matching symbols. Heck, even their eyes were the exact same shade of green.

Before he could theorize what that meant, both rabbits tensed. MK and the others all shifted to prepare for a fight. Tang and the gray rabbit moved-

-and began laughing uproariously as they hugged. Huh. MK had not been expecting that. He turned to look at the others but only received equally baffled expressions in return. MK turned back to find the rabbits’ laughter had died down and they were now pressing their foreheads together.

“Missed ya a lot, Tangerine,” the gray rabbit said softly.

“Missed you too, Euca,” Tang replied.

“Why don’t ya introduce me to yer friends and then we can talk about this trouble yer in.”

“Right,” Tang stepped out of the gray rabbit’s- Euca’s?- embrace and began to excitedly introduce them all.

“This is Pigsy. He’s my, uh, partner. I’m sorry I didn’t invite you but it was a courtroom wedding sooo…”

‘Euca’ simply raised an eyebrow before glaring at the pig demon.

“Gonna have to have a few words with ya later, mate.”

“Uhh…” Pigsy swallowed nervously.

“This is MK!” Tang hurriedly moved on. “He’s our son!”

MK felt the huge grin on his face as a warmth bloomed in his chest. He would never grow tired of being called that.

Euca’s eyebrows shot up at that and his mouth fell open.

“Biological?”

“Adopted,” Tang gently corrected. 

“Ah,” Euca nodded sadly. He smiled at MK. “Good ta meet ya.”

“Nice to, uh, meet you too?”

“This is Mei,” Tang continued. “MK’s best friend and descendant of the Dragon of the West.”

“I thought that blade looked familiar,” Euca said. “Good on ya for earning the right to wield it. Ao Run can be a right prickly bastard when it comes to who he allows to use it.”

“Thanks?” Mei seemed torn between being confused and flattered.

“This is our friend Sandy,” Tang went on. “He’s an incredible pilot and engineer! Some of the stuff he makes gives me hope that mortals might reach the level of technology we’re used to in a few dozen centuries!”

Wait, what? MK’s mouth hung open at that. Had he said a few dozen centuries? He turned to an equally shocked Pigsy who seemed to be mouthing the word ‘mortals’ to himself.

“Really now?” Euca eyed the big blue demon up and down. “I’ll have to pick yer brain later and see how good ya are.”

“Uh, sure thing,” Sandy agreed. He shifted the Monkey King in his arms, drawing the gray rabbit’s attention. He froze as he spotted the meditating figure.

“Tangerine,” he said with very obvious forced calmness.

“Yes?” Tang said nervously.

“What the fuck is bloody Sun Wukong doing in my Warren?”

“Ah, well, he’s kinda MK’s mentor since he chose him to be his successor?” 

“What?”

“Look, it all has to do with that trouble I mentioned. Plus he’s stuck in his meditation right now so he can’t cause any trouble like last time. Can we finish introductions first before you decide to kick us out?”

“Fine,” Euca pinched the bridge of his nose. “But if he wakes up and ruins the paint river again, I’m blaming you.”

MK’s mind was still swimming with everything that had been said so far and barely registered the ‘last time’ comment. What the hell was going on? Why had Tang hidden all this from them? What exactly was all this to begin with? He was really, really confused.

��Everyone,” Tang said, drawing MK’s attention. He had wrapped an arm around the taller rabbit’s shoulder. Euca rolled his eyes but smiled fondly at the orange rabbit anyway. Tang took a deep breath before he spoke again.

“Everyone, this is my older brother, Eucalyptus.”

MK’s mouth hung open once again.

“I told ya not to call me that in front of strangers,” the gray rabbit grumbled. He stood up straight. “E. Aster Bunnymund, at your service. Call me Bunny for now.” He smirked at the gobsmacked expressions of Tang’s friends. “But ya might know me better as the Easter Bunny.”

MK’s brain officially fizzled out and stopped processing.

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This was just a fun little oneshot I thought up after finishing my latest chapter of Scattered Cicadas. I'm not sure if I'll continue it, but it was certainly amusing to write!

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#LEGO Monkie Kid #Rise of the Guardians #Monkie Kid #RotG #Tang #E Aster Bunnymund #MK #Pigsy #Sandy #Mei #Sun Wukong #Macaque #Bunny Bros #Rabbit Tang #Bunny Tang #Ink Writes

[georgiapeach30513]

Feel free to ignore this but I thought I would ask. I’m getting ready to have a chunky little boy of my own and I was wondering if we could see something between Story and Raiden? Just some fluff between momma and her huge little man. I love your stories!

Oh!! I’m just curious have you picked out any names? No pressure, I just love baby names.  I think that’s why there’s always babies in fics.  There really is something special about Story and Raiden’s relationship. She has a special one with all her kids, but hers and Raiden’s is very tender, and blatantly honest sometimes. I’ve been needing some fluff, it’s been heavy over here.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Baby Mine

Summary:  sweet big big baby Raiden

Pairings:  Story X Raiden

Rating:  🥺

Warnings:  beebs, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1K

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Raiden Baizen Masterlist

It was like Story knew before she knew that Raiden was going to be her last boy. She had cherished every second of this pregnancy. Even when her belly became stretched much sooner than with her previous children. Becoming all belly, quickly.

She took an indefinite hiatus from writing, focusing on her children, and enjoying her gigantic bump, that kept knocking into everyone. More than once hearing her dad fuss at the baby, “Story!” he’d scream as she bumped his back again. Her big blue eyes turning up when she laughs at him.

“If this is our future, you’ve got a giant and clumsy kid.”

She would rub over her belly a bit, smiling down at her bump, “I hope so. I hope he’s so clumsy, and needs me to kiss all his boo boos.”

“After this one you’re done?”

“Daddy, we don’t have our girl.”

“What the hell? Tweedle Dum, do you have to look at her when she says daddy?” while Carter just about tucks his tail and runs with a little Brooks in his arms, Story giggles at him. “I’m serious, Story book, I’m the daddy.”

“Carter is too. The daddy of my kids. You’re being ridiculous.”

She was only slightly afraid of needing a c-section. Hoping that his big head would fit. Terrified that the cesarean would shorten how many kids she could possibly have.

But when it came time for her to deliver him, he was the easiest labor. The nurse laid him on her chest, and she couldn’t even look at Carter who was just holding a kiss on her head as his own eyes looks at their big baby. This most perfect little boy with the biggest cheeks trying to open his eyes and look at her. “Carter,” the only thing she can whisper out as she holds him.

Not making a peep until the nurse removed him from her chest, and even Story cried right along with him. Neither stopping until he was returned, “I don’t think we need to show you how to nurse do we?” she shakes her head no, and he latches on immediately.

His large hand wraps around her perfect pink manicure, and if wasn’t her husband and four other boys, she would say she’d never seen anything more beautiful. His head full of the blackest curls.

She finally looks up at Carter with a sleepy smile, “He looks like your baby pictures, Baizen.”

He never tires of her calling him that. A sign that she was happy and in a good mood, “He does. I think his cheeks are a bit bigger.”

“Don’t let him lie to you. Your daddy was a chonky baby, too.”

And his belly grew quickly. Gaining weight rapidly, while Story struggled to keep any breast milk frozen. All the kid wanted to do was eat. Those big silvery blue eyes that reminded her of her husband, and his rotund belly that poked out of his diaper.

Being an August baby like herself, and growing too quickly for his clothes, he was always in just a diaper.

That belly always poking out after he was a bit milk drunk. She would wipe his mouth clean, and then couldn’t take it anymore. Her hand would rub over his sweet big belly, “Baby mine, don’t you cry,” she would start singing as his eyes drift closed. “Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head, close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine.”

He’d give her a smile, eyes already closed, and she’d poke a pink finger in his one dimple. So many of her family members only had the one, and right now, his was the sweetest.

Raiden got so used to his belly being rubbed, he couldn’t relax without it. And no one rubbed his belly like his mama. She never had to ask if he was tired. As a baby, unable to walk, he’d tap on his belly blubbering out Ma. When he could walk, that shirt was being pulled up as he took wobbly steps to her.

Crawling in her lap, he’d just place her hand on his belly. She wouldn’t even have to look at him, and that hand was giving him his belly rubs. With a squeaky, “Mama,” he’d pull at her chin for a sloppy kiss.

“Mama, I did not kiss you like that,” a five-year-old Raiden flips through his photo album with his mom as she tells him how he was.

“Yes you did baby. You would pull my chin and just kissed me with your mouth wide open. Drool and everything.”

“Nu-uh. I did not,” she flips the next page to show Raiden with his mouth open on hers. “I was eating you,” he crosses his arms over his chest giving a little pout.

“You were kissing me. No one else but Mimi wanted kisses from you because of the baby drool.”

“How old was I?”

“You were one and a half years old.”

“Do I kiss better now?” Story turns to him puckering up her lips, and he gives her a quick smooch before flopping back on the couch. “Well?”

“No drool, see?”

“You let me do that?”

“You were a baby, Raiden. I wasn’t going to just give my baby’s kisses away. Those were for mommy,” he gives her quick pout flipping the next page. “What’s that?”

“You and Birdie Mae.”

Raiden pulls the album closer getting a better look, “That is a little baby. Who’s baby is that?”

“That is you and Birdie Mae,” he looks at her in disbelief, and she giggles, flipping to another page of him and Brooks.

“What is that?”

“Brookie.”

“No, he’s older than me.”

“Raiden, you were a hoss. A big boy. My chunker. The chonkiest of babies.”

“Ahh! Why is my mouth of your beebs! What is that?”

Story takes a deep breath looking at him, “I breastfed you. Like I’ve done with your sisters.”

“Why?”

“Because, it is natural. Because it’s good for you. Because it’s good for me. Because I could. Not everyone can. You did about suck me dry. We had to put you on baby food before any of the other kids.”

“Who else put their mouth on your beebs?”

“Just my babies,” Story says starting to close the book.

“Am I going to have big big babies?”

“Your wife may,” his face scrunches up in concentration as he thinks about that. “Don’t even go there.”

“Burd-Dee is much smaller than me.”

“Go play.”

“Mama?” Story smiles at her biggest baby, and he starts to lift her arm. His other arm raising his shirt as he leans back poking his belly out. “I need belly rubs.”

“You sleepy?” he nods his head at her, “You need Dumbo?”

“Only if you sing Baby Mine.”

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #da au request #raiden baizen #story baizen #story x raiden

[trash-monkey]

Demetrius

Feet wearing simple barefoot sandals walks along the smoldering sand of the massive wastland but the figure doesn't seem to belong at all as they wear black harem pants and a tight sleeveless shirt with a wool cream colored cloak over their shoulders as the hood lays over their head to hid their face from the non bothering sun and the heat like they don't even notice it, they also don't seem to have much on their person to even survive long in a wastland. A long metal pole with a sharp blade sitting at one end lays comfortable across their back like it wights like enough at all, a peculiar looking book is settled into a leather casing inorder for it to hang off their waist to keep their hands free at all time but you can still see the black cover with the pages edges shine in white while a picture of a red raven and a golden sun behind it, and a simple medium sized leather pouch sits next to it.

"The sands of time may be forgotten by humanity,

But the world records it's history before our eyes,

In the land we walk on and the sky we see everyday,

Has our lives are short and our memories are pure,

Every grain flowing through the hour glass is a century,

Of the future, past, and present,

But we leave our foot prints in the sands of time permanently,

To never be forgotten by the universe,

To never be forgotten by the universe." Their voice rings through the silence of the desert around them.

"Most don't notice it as they're blind to it,

But the world will never forgotten them,

Has our foot prints are permanently marked in the sand of time,

The sands of time may be forgotten by humanity,

But the world records it's history before our eyes,

In the land we walk on and the sky we see everyday....." I trail off as a alone station appears in the distance sitting under a stone arch with a vehicle at it's pump, a smile covers my lips at the view and with a small bounce in my steps I quickly shorten the distance. Once next to the vehicle I let my fingers graze the dust covered metal with familiarity and after giving the inside a few glances to make sure this is the right one I move towards the door right as it opens to show a raven haired woman in a complex outfit of a white jacket with a white blue lined shirt underneath, a blue hat sitting on top of her head, both black fingerless gloves and pantyhose, light grey shorts that's held up with a leather belt, white boots covered in sand dust, and golden earrings. Quickly a blond haired man in a red coat follows her out the door but asked her what's wrong when she went motionless but got his answer when our eyes suddenly meet.

"Oh, why hello there." He waves to me which I give back before a tipsy old man comes out of the station and into the vehicle.

"I'm Vash, this is Meryl and the man you just saw walking by is Roberto." He holds a hand out and I give it a shack before my attention is taken away when a another man in a suit and sunglasses strolls through the door with a body in his arms.

"The owners where killed before we got here." Vash whispered, fumbling when I suddenly handed over my belongings to him to hold before wordlessly walking a few paces away to drop to my knees and force my hands into the heating sand to dig graves for the station owners. Having my cloak removed my slightly curly inky hair that rest at the base of my neck with bangs stoping under my eyes and two pieces of hair near my ears hangs slightly below my jaw on each side of my surprisingly pale face shines in the blinding sunlight but my height of five eleven and slender frame didn't really surprise them, instead my barefoot sandals and carelessly digging with my bare hands did.

"What are you doing? You're going to hurt yourself digging with your hands!" Vash quickly shouted after getting over his shock and hand over my belongings to Meryl, who gives Vash a glare in return but is ignored while Vash pulls me onto my feet to stop me from continuing on.

"Don't worry, Vash the stampede. The heat doesn't bother me nor does it hurt." I give him a smile before going back to my task leaving a devastated Vash standing and that I have already known his name along with recognizing his appearance from the picture of his wanted posters.

"If you wish you may help?" I turn my head to him so he knows I'm looking at him since everyone can't see my eyes from my hair covering them, seeing me not disturbed by his presence he nods and got down on his keen next to me. It took sometime but we got the graves dug for the owners and buried them under their child's watchful eyes, on the side I can see the older man filling the vehicles tank while the man in the suite slams his large cross into the sand to have it stand on its own between the two graves and started the prayer as he sip of water he just opened along with squatting down before throwing some of it onto the graves but halfway through the prayer he stubble on his words showing that he forgot the rest of it. Not only that his cross start to tip over which he quickly straightened to solidified our suspicions that he may not be a undertaker but I'm not going to judge the way he works.

"That is not how you do it, idiot." I signed standing next to him and gives his head a good smack which he quickly glares but I'm not fazed by it, holding my hand together and lay my forehead on them with eyes closed while kneeling.

"In your hands, oh Lord,

We humbly entrust our brothers and sisters.

In this life you embraced them with your tender love;

Deliver them now from every evil,

And bid them eternal rest.

The older order has passed away:

Welcome them into paradise.

Where there will be no sorrow, no weeping or pain,

But fullness of peace and joy.

With your son and the Holy Spirit

Forever and ever

Amen." Once done I stand back up and place my belongings back on my person from Meryl before she started arguing with suite man about his job causing me to sigh as I thought I have prevented the stupid little argument, Vash quietly stops them and gestures to the kid staring at the graves, the suite man sighs before walking over. He says a few words to the boy and hands him a lollipop causing him to smile after popping it into his mouth, when he walks back over to us he hands Vash a paper which panic crosses his face causing Meryl to take a look at it.

"What!" She shouted after looking at the price and started another argument with the man, the older gentleman strolls over to see what's wrong only to see the receipt from the suspicious Undertaker. Suddenly my ears picks up a infrasound humming through the air and turning my head in multiple directions to find whatever is it catches the others attention before feeling vibrations under my feet which I quickly look towards right as everything around started to rumble, the stone arch crumble to pieces along with the small station as a large worm swallow it and us from underneath. Everyone screams on the way down into it's stomach but unfortunately I'm the first one to land making me have a higher chance of being fallen upon which exactly happened when what air I had refilled in my lungs from the first impact is forced out again causing me to blackout.

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This is an OC I have created and have big plans for, hopefully you tuned for his journey!!!

#fanfic #anime #trigun #trigun vash #trigun stampede #male mc #male original character #male oc

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GENERAL   APPEARANCE

Gender:      Masculine.   Feminine.Non-Binary.   Notes:   he/they pronouns

Race:   caucasian

Complexion:   very   pale      & a few freckles scattered around his face

Height:   5'10"   or   178   cms   

Body   Type:   Endomorph.   Mesomorph.   Ectomorph.   Other   /   More   Details:  

Body   Build:   Small.   Medium.   Athletic.   Muscular.   Soft.   Curvy.   Voluptuous.   Other   /   More   Details:   long   legs   Body   Hair:   None.   Shaves/Waxes.   Trims/Grooms.   Untamed.   Color:   light brown   Notes:   can only grow like a lil bit of stubble on his face.

Head   Hair:   None.   Buzzed.   Short.   Medium.   Long.   Very   Long.   Color:   jet   black.   Style:   worn past his shoulders with curly bangs, wears it up in warm weather or doing mechanic work

Eye   color:   dark   brown,      almost   black.   Details:   long, pretty lashes

Scars:   two jagged scars on the left side of his jaw in parallel with another on his throat. skin grafts around that same area, a smaller one on top of his left pectoral & beneath his right, a much larger one from beneath his left pectoral down to his ribs, another smaller on the right side of his stomach; two more on his right arm that distort his puppet & bat tattoos, one on his right thigh, & multiple half crescents across his stomach, chest, & down his arms.

FASHION

Fashion   Style:   Vintage.   Traditional.   Casual.   Artsy.   Vibrant.   Geeky/Nerdy.   Tomboy.   Sporty.   Trendy.   Preppy.   Girly.   Bohemian.   Elegant.   Formal.   Grunge.   Punk.   Rocker.   Gothic.   Other:      quite honestly his style in any modern verse is very similar what it is in canon.

Color   Palette:   black, red, silver, dark, deep blue.

Typical   Clothing:      distressed jeans, a band tee, and/or his battle jacket, reeboks & rings, black bandana in the back left pocket

Piercings:   both lobes pierced twice, industrial piercing on his right ear, brow bar on his left bar, ball piercing on his tongue

Tattoos:   a swarm of 7 bats on his right forearm, a wyvern on his right bicep, a black widow on his chest on the left side, a demon head on his left pectoral, a severed clawed hand which puppets a demon on the inside of his right forearm, an upside down cross below his navel, & 1986 across the knuckles on his right hand in gothic font

Other   Information:      all of the adjustments on his clothing are done by his hands; repairs, patches, cropping, etc

EXPRESSION

General   Facial   Expression:   resting, pouty lips, expressive brows

Default   Body   Language:      loose, almost theatrical movements

General   Movements:      toys with his rings, jiggles his leg, tosses hair off his shoulder.

NOTABLE   FOR   RP

Presence:      can be very off - putting to those who don't know him, intimidating & obnoxious, especially in large settings, but that's kind of how he likes it. doesn't want to seem mean & scary & unfriendly, just...known. if you do know him though, he's typically mirthful..

Appearance:   tall & lean with confidence in their walk. their posture may be a bit off from all the time they spend hunched over a desk creating, writing & crafting. if they see someone they care for, he’ll shoot them a toothy grin.

Scent:      weed, leather, cigarette smoke, sometimes grease from his work with cars, & cheap, musky cologne

Voice   Description:      a deeper register but not total baritone. it goes higher & raspier when yelling.

Accent:      yes/   no.      More   information:      standard american accent.      

Speech   Mannerisms:      shortens their words a lot i.e. takes the “g” off of words ending in “-ing,” you becomes ya, to becomes “t’” and becomes “‘n,” etc. heavily sarcastic, even more so if he cares about who he’s speaking to. cusses often. sometimes has an eclectic way of speaking.

Anything   else   to   add?:      big adhd, can’t sit still for long so there’s a lot of fidgeting all the time.

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[winterfable]

Dog training: getting accostumed to touch

It’s easiest to teach a dog to accept hugging if you start associating gentle restraint with something yummy when he is very young. Using counterconditioning and desensitization to change his natural association with close contact from bad (Danger! Run Away!) to good (Oh, yay! Cheese!), you can convince the part of his brain that reacts subconsciously that being hugged is a very good thing.

To do this, hold the dog at a level of restraint with which he is very comfortable—perhaps just a light touch of your hand or arm on his back. Feed him a tiny tidbit of something wonderful, and remove your hand. Repeat this step until he turns his head eagerly toward you in anticipation of his tidbit when he feels your touch.

Now, very slightly increase the intensity of your touch, either by holding your hand on his back longer and feeding him several treats in a row, by pressing a tiny bit harder on his back, or by moving your arm a little farther over his back so your hand brushes his ribs on the other side. The more your dog accepts your touch, the more quickly you will be able to move through the counter conditioning and desensitization process.

Note: Increase intensity of only one stimulus at a time. For example, work on length of time until your dog is perfectly comfortable with long “hand rests,” then shorten the time while you work on increased pressure. When he is comfortable with each new stimulus, add them together. When he can handle more pressure happily, start applying more pressure for longer periods of time. Then ease up on both of these while you work on moving more of your arm over his back.

At the same time, of course, it is vitally important to teach children (and uninitiated adults) not to hug dogs unless they know the dog very well and are totally confident that the dog is fully comfortable with such intimate contact. Even then, young children should never be left unattended with any dog.

The same approach used to teach your dog to appreciate a hug works with many other culture-clash behaviors. If you want your dog to love having his collar grabbed, pair the action with cheese or a hot dog or chicken. This particular exercise should be taught to every dog. Perhaps you know that the safest way to take hold of a dog’s collar is gently, under the chin. But if a friend tries to grab the collar over your dog’s head, it would be nice if she doesn’t get bit ten for her primate behavior because your dog has learned to accept it.

You can also teach your dog that eye contact is a good thing by encouraging him to look into your eyes and rewarding him when he does. (The clicker [see chapter 6] is very useful here.) In fact, we reinforce this behavior strongly in Good Manners training and for obedience competition—we want our dogs to know that direct eye contact is a very good thing and makes lots of good stuff happen. Have your dog practice this with other humans as well as with you if you want him to be comfortable with that pervasive and offensive primate pen chant for staring rudely into canine eyes. And remember to teach your children not to stare into a strange dog’s eyes.

--Pat Miller en "The power of positive dog training"

#dog #dog training #Pat Miller #The power of positive dog training

[lsd-lovelysweetdream]

a dream from the eighth of april, 2024 - titan

tw- mild body horror, just kinda gross and weird a preface - Bioware and EA released a game a few years back called Anthem. I haven't thought about the game in years, and never even played it aside from a free demo weekend in like 2019 or something. I did, however, find the above digital sculpt pretty cool, as I am into digital art and have been making models of characters and creatures on my computer recently. As with most concept art creatures, the fellow above is comprised of shapes and forms which vaguely resemble human anatomy in a fairly abstract way. You can make out a vague impression of pectorals, collarbones, abdominals, lats, and so on. His 'abs' are more like a set of little mandibles or something. The same with his 'pecs' - they're not pecs at all, as they do not attach to the breastbone and therefore cannot possibly contract to draw the arms together. They look more like mandibles or jaws.

I bring this up because for some unfathomable reason, the above piece of digital art had inspired me to perform body-modification surgery on myself in my dream last night. As the dream begins, I have some pain on the surface of my chest, a burning, tender feeling. I'm in some house that's not my own, and other people are around, probably my hosts. I find a mirror in their home, stand in front of it and take my shirt off. Now this is a little difficult to explain, but it seems that at some point prior to the start of the dream, several days at least, I have performed some basic body-modification surgery on myself. It seems that I did not think I would ever look 'defined' or 'cut' enough unless I modified the appearance of my chest to include those little mandible-like extrusions that the creature above has. As I look in the mirror now, I have two small 'tab' like shapes that originate near the inner side of each pectoral and extend, lying flat on the skin beneath, to meet, symmetrically, at the midline of my body. I can barely remember how I got the tabs in there, or what they're made of. I can remember that I did it without anesthetic. Each is entirely covered with skin, but there's clearly some foreign object giving them their shape that doesn't belong in a human body. Each seems about the size and shape of a shortened popsicle stick. It's been long enough since I did it that the skin has healed completely, showing no scar. I can, with some pain and difficulty, lift the tabs away from the skin beneath, but they quickly snap down to lie flat when let go. I am worried that perhaps the pain I feel is due to an infection of the skin on the underside of these strange tabs. I continue to mess with this area of my chest until the objects beneath the skin become detached. I can shift them around under the skin. I am very concerned. I would like to have the things removed by a professional surgeon but I don't know how I would explain why they're there in the first place. The two pieces of material shift lower until they seem to come to rest on the side of my upper left thigh. There they are stacked neatly together, and don't seem able to shift any further down. I am worried that the pieces have severed blood vessels or connective tissues that are supposed to connect my skin to the muscle beneath. I think about making an incision in my skin to get them out but I don't look forward to it.

#dreams #dream journal

[laeorinel]

FFXIV Write 2023 - Day 16 - Jerk

Did not have a great deal of time today so something brief and not well edited will have to do.

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With a sudden jerk of her head, Samara came to a halt in the middle of the bustling market in Ishgard. A flash of a familiar vibrant blue stands out like a flame in the middle of the crowd. While the elezen woman's armour was different to the typical set Ilberd and his ilk wore, Samara could still see the distinctive, vibrant blue that marked the woman as one of them by the shortened tabard over her hauberk. At first, she thought she was jumping to conclusions and assuming the worst, but then she heard the person mention the Crystal Braves and, more worryingly, that she was one of them. 

Slinking back into the crowd, Samara went straight to where she last saw Alphinaud and Tataru, interrupting some negotiation the pair were striking up with a merchant, dragging the pair away by the arm. 

"Hey! We were in the middle of something-" Tataru exclaimed, trying and miserably failing to remove herself from Saram's iron grip. 

"I don't care. Get back to the manor. Now." The hard edge to Samara's voice made Tataru pause, glancing towards Alphinaud only to see the boy share her look of confusion. Samara set a hard pace as she half dragged the pair back to the Fortemps manor, almost throwing them through the front door when they arrived. 

Samara ran upstairs to the room set aside, one she mainly tended to use for storage, given her distaste for staying in the city. She much preferred camping in the wilds, while to others, that would be seen as suicide; to her, it was normal. It felt safer being out there than inside the stone walls of Ishgard, where snakes hid in every shadow. Returning to the foyer when Alphinaud and Tataru still awaited answers, Samara checked on the buckles for the quiver on her thigh, her customary axe replaced by her bow and a pair of twin daggers. 

Looking at the pair briefly as she checked over the rest of her gear, she gave them an answer before they could bombard her with questions."This place is no longer safe. There is a Crystal Brave here. She may be alone for now, but others will follow. I will handle it. Stay here, and do not leave until I return."

"And just how will you deal with it? You look as though you are going on a hunt."

"Because I am. No matter how many of them there are, I will hunt them down and ensure none of those rats remain to flee back to their master."

"You- you would kill them? Simply for being here? Surely, we can try and speak with them. Surely, not all are loyal to Ilberd."

"Their loyalty matters little. Our friends are dead or missing because of them, Alphinaud. There will be no negotiating with backstabbers like those."

"Need I remind you our offer of sanctuary in Ishgard is not unconditional. We must needs conduct ourselves in ways that do not cast a shadow on either House Fortemps or Ser Aymeric."

"And my actions will not, for no one will be any the wiser."

"Except Tataru and I. You would have us feign ignorance to your actions? Please, my friend, let me speak with them. Let me try and convince them to aid us."  

"And let them pull the wool over your eyes again with their honeyed words? I will not let your naivety and arrogance condemn anyone else to death, little lordling." 

"And I will not let you mindlessly slaughter people who could otherwise be swayed!"

"You are a hero to the masses. How long do you believe that title will hold if you go around killing anyone who stands in your way?"

Samara's head snapped around, fangs bared, and silver eyes raging. "You Scions were the ones who placed me on that pedestal. You were the ones who encouraged people to see me as a hero instead of a warrior. Do not look upon me with disgust when you see reality does not match up to the fantasy you conjured in your mind." Alphinaud stared at her wide eyed. For a moment, Samara wondered if she had gone too far. She wished for the boy to get his head out of the clouds, not to be scared of her. 

"I have always been like this Alphinaud, and I always will be, and I am done taking your orders. Now get out of my way." Alphinaud did not put up a fight, letting the Auri woman walk past him. He was able to hold back a few stray tears until she was out the door.

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[waywardwinnerllama]

Ways To Improve Your Posture

Good Posture: Tips To Straighten Up

Doing the cat cow stretch while standing assists to loosen up tightness in your back, hips, and glutes. To do this: Stand with your feet about hip-width apart with a slight bend in your knees.

Lengthen your neck, bring your chin toward your chest, and round your spinal column. Look up, raise your chest, and move your spinal column in the opposite direction. Hold each position for 5 breaths at a time. Continue this movement for a couple of minutes. This workout enables you to open and stretch your chest.

The downward-facing dog posture helps to relieve back discomfort, while also reinforcing and aligning your back muscles. Practicing it frequently helps to improve posture.

Posture

Lift your knees and hips to bring your sitting bones up toward the ceiling. Press securely into your hands and keep your heels a little raised.

Gradually launch the position by strolling your hands back toward your hips and lifting your upper body. To do this: Come onto all fours and sink your hips back down to your heels and rest on your shins.

Keep your right-hand man under your shoulder or bring it to center and rest on your lower arm. Breathe out as you rotate your left elbow up towards the ceiling and stretch the front of your upper body. Take one long inhale and breathe out in this position. Release back down to the original position.

Tips To Improve Your Posture

On an inhale, gradually release to the starting position. Repeat this motion for 1 minute. Do this workout numerous times throughout the day.

Rounded shoulders and a hunched position may appear like they're set in stone by the time we reach a certain age, and you may feel you've missed the boat for better posture. However there's a likelihood you can still stand up taller. "It's not as hard as you might think.

"This overstretches and deteriorates the muscles in the back of your shoulders, and shortens the muscles in the front of your shoulders and in your chest. Gravity then pulls the muscles forward, due to the fact that the muscles are too weak to pull them back up," Doshi discusses. If the core muscles in your back and abdominal areas have actually grown weak from inactivity, that can also trigger you to lean forward.

Here's How To Improve Your Posture

Another cause of bad posture, as we reported in September, comes from damaged bones in your back. The bone collapses on the front side, the part closest to the chest.

"In some cases people ask, 'Why should I change my posture? One of the huge things that happens with forward posture is that your center of gravity goes forward. This increases the threat of falling," Doshi says.

Sit up straight facing sideways in a chair. Hold 10 seconds and return to the beginning position. If you have a spinal cable injury or you've had surgery to fuse or remove bones in your back, there may be some constraints to your posture enhancement.

Ways To Improve Your Posture

A simple method to stretch your chest muscles: put simply your arms behind your back, grasp both elbows (or lower arms if that's as far as you can reach), and hold the position. You'll also need to work on your posture in everyday activities. A basic trick when you're sitting (even seeing television): "Put a rolled towel behind your shoulders.

Cut down on activities that have actually resulted in bad posture, too. Take breaks from computer and TV time, and workout more. "In six to 12 weeks," states Doshi, "you'll see an enhancement in your posture.".

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

wakanda

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Steve gives you Bucky's dog tags for a reason.

word count: 2.4k (lol, sorry)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being a cutie.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Welcome to Wakanda, agent (Y/N)”.

A second after you crossed their airspace, you were courteously greeted. The views from your ship were indescribable. Peace invaded you just at the sight of the open fields and the warm colors of autumn. You could get used to that place too. To live in calm, work hand-to-hand with Shuri, and have time to spend it with Bucky. The reason why you were flying there. Removing your right hand from the control and grabbing in a fist the dog tags hanging on your chest, you took a deep breath while closing your eyes before getting ready to land. T’Challa was waiting for you at the entry of his kingdom, accompanied by his excited little sister and some of his guards.

Pressing a sequence of buttons above your head, to pull the control back, the ship went down slowly folding its wings. As you landed and turned off the engineers, you freed yourself from the seatbelt and the huge headphones to step out. Shuri received you with a friendly hug, breaking protocol and being just Shuri. You built a strong relationship since you met a year ago, when you brought Bucky to that beautiful and magical place, to let him recover. To let him rest.

“Your highness”. You uttered to T’Challa crossing your forearms in the traditional salutation of Wakanda.

“Agent (Y/N)”. He corresponded walking closer. “The white wolf asked me to let you know he wouldn’t want to be… bothered with visits today”.

You couldn’t help but frown. The last time you saw him was around three months ago. You usually interchanged letters from week to week, being one of the fewer persons he trusted in. And it wasn’t just a question of trust. Steve told you about his feelings, his shyness, and insecurities, his fears. What Bucky didn’t know, again, it wasn’t a question of trust from you either. That’s why the Captain gave you the dog tags, after more than thirteen years under custody. You wanted to see him, to know if he was happy there as he wrote you in his letters one million times.

“He doesn’t wear his arm here”. Shuri clarified, taking a position close to his brother.

By the look on their faces, you were aware of two things. One, they noticed too that something was growing between Bucky and you, and that it wasn’t a simple friendship. Two, they weren’t going to stop you. Oh, quite the opposite. They’d bring you to him on a golden platter and a big red bow on your head. The king beckoned a hand to urge you to follow him to the inside of the building and use one of their ships to fly above the place to the white wolf’s location.

You were nervous. You didn’t sleep more than a couple of hours last night thinking about him and how he’d react to having back his tags since the forties. Your eyes were focused throughout the window on your left, watching different citizens taking care of animals and plantations, children running from one side to another, playing and having fun. Oblivious to the horror of New York, where you resided. One of the cities in the world with the highest rates of street violence. Serial killers or simply killers, rapists, kidnappers, drug dealers (...). It was a minefield and Wakanda seemed and felt like Heaven.

“Did you think about the offer?” Shuri nudged you to push you back to reality, turning your head towards her.

“Since you dropped it to me”.

“So?”

“I…” You needed to put away your gaze again, focusing on the blue opened sky in front of them. “I want… to consult him first if you don’t mind”.

“Of course, (Y/N)”.

“I don’t want to put his world upside down, now that he’s not the…” You couldn’t finish the sentence. You couldn’t pronounce that detestable nickname and the pain beneath it.

Shuri nodded in silence, not needing your explanations. She knew how you felt. She understood you. The talk didn’t continue, stretching your right hand on your lap to calm your nerves and make you comfortable with the situation. The flight didn’t last longer than five or ten minutes, losing the track of time deep in your thoughts. The pilot indicated to you through the headphones that you were about to land, glancing at a complex of small houses in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and wilderness.

You were the last one jumping outside with your hand grabbing the tags on your chest, trying to find the encouragement there to follow T’Challa’s hand pointing at a man working with goats and collecting hay for them. Licking your lips and assenting with your chin, you guided your steps towards him. Slowly. As if you wanted to turn around at some point. But you knew it was too late when he was the one turning at the sound of your heavy boots cracking the grass under them.

Bucky didn’t look annoyed for your visit, nor the lack of attention to his petition. Although there was something in his pale blue orbs you weren’t able to decipher, until he bowed down his head unconsciously to his left shoulder covered by a dark fabric matching his eyes. You had to do your best to not roll yours, shortening the distance setting you apart. You had been dreaming about that encounter since the last time you were there before Shuri accessed the darkest place of his mind and cleaned it from any trail of HYDRA. Now, he was free. And he looked in good condition as the bags under his eyes had disappeared and his hair was almost tied with a bun. His cheeks seemed a little more chubby and you just wanted to pinch them. But it’d be weird and out of place. For the time being.

Bit by bit, a sweet smile widened in your lips, curving them as Bucky stared at you again when he was conscious that you didn’t care. With or without a metal arm, your feelings were exactly the same. You couldn’t admire him more than you were admiring him at this point. You couldn’t love him more than you loved him already. And God was a witness of how many times you practiced to confess to him and tell him that the only thing you wanted in life was to be by his side. Bring happiness to his days, bring him peace and harmony.

“I'm sorry…” “I brought you…”

You two spoke at the same time, breaking in a soft giggle that jumped your hearts in complete sync.

“You first”. He let you, waving his hand.

“I… brought you something”. You susurrated, loosening the grip around the metal hanging on your chest to take off the necklace.

You noticed the way his eyes widened in surprise and confusion. Why did you have them? Who gave them to you? Why now? Bucky gulped watching you stretching the dog tags between your fingers towards him. He didn’t know what to do, taking a second before he was able to react. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw them, and the amount of memories they gave him overwhelmed his whole brain.

In slow motion narrowing his eyes, Bucky held the chain with two fingers to hang the necklace from it. You thought he was about to wear them, but he destabilized you as he directed his hands to above your head, to place them where they were an instant before. You didn’t understand. Didn’t he want them back?

“I want you to keep it”.

“But…”

“I want you to have something mine”. Bucky recognized with a shy smile decorating his lips. “Those tags and my arm are the only things I have from my past. And… I won’t give you my arm…”

“Well, I bet it’d look good hanging from my neck”. You jocked tilting your head.

In his gift, you found the encouragement you needed to talk about T’Challa’s job offer. It wasn’t as if you were proposing to him, in the end, you were just friends even if it felt quite the opposite. You licked your upper lip, kissing your teeth after it, earning more than his attention.

“Shuri said, uh… I could come here, work with her. We’d do great things together, not only for Wakanda but for the world”.

Bucky’s gesture didn’t change a single inch, focused on the nervousness you were trying to hide from him and reading the reasons beneath.

“So T’Challa offered me to stay here”.

“Permanently?”

“Yeah… Permanently”. You assented pressing your lips, breathing through your nostrils.

“Did you accept?”

“Not yet. Not until talking to you about”.

He nodded then a couple of times, turning to the goats behind him coming closer. “Got to finish some stuff… Maybe we can talk later about it unless you have to leave”.

“No, no. I, uh… asked for the day off. Banner didn’t need me at the lab today”.

“Okay, good”.

While the king was showing you the new level for research and investigations, Bucky took the advantage to go and find Shuri without your knowledge. He found her in the surroundings of the main building, working on your ship as you said it made some kind of random noise that put you out of your nerve during the flight.

“I need my arm”.

The princess squatted close to the left wing, turned at him without standing up. Pulling her sunglasses to the top of his head, she raised an eyebrow.

“For what”.

“You know for what”. He clicked his tongue, placing his hand on his left shoulder.

“No, I don’t”. She lied while cleaning the grass and oil in her expert fingers.

“I need to have two arms”.

“You’ve been working the last months with one arm only. Why do you need it now?”

“C’mon… Argh…” Bucky rubbed his face with boredom. “I want to hug her, okay? Can you just… give me back my damn arm?”

“Not enough reasons, you can hug her using your right”.

“I want to have two hands when I kiss her”. He finally confessed in a hiss, provoking a triumphant smile growing on Shuri’s lips.

“If you lie to me, if you don’t kiss her, Sergeant Barnes… I’ll code it to punch your face”.

“Wait…” Bucky wrinkled his nose drawing a horrified gesture on his face, as he turned his blue eyes towards his left shoulder. “Can you… do that?”

“Try me”.

No, of course she couldn’t, but he didn’t know. Which were a good push for him to not go against her and her petition.

“C’mon. I’ll set it up and help you to put it on”.

Your eyes were traveling from one picture to another. He put some of them around his small house and it looked better now. More like a home. A place to stay. And for a second you felt a twinge straight in your heart when you noticed one photograph of the two of you, close to his bed. It was after your first mission together. Steve insisted on taking it, after noticing the sparkles between you. But you didn’t know he brought it to Wakanda with him, as your copy is on your nightstand too. And you used to fall asleep every night looking at it.

The curtain being moved and some steps in pulled you out from your thoughts, turning to find Bucky staring in silence at you. Your orbs landed on the metal arm. It was different too since the last time you saw it, with golden strips forming between the silver ones. You couldn’t help but sigh.

“You didn’t need to…”

“Yes, I did. I did need it”. He interrupted you, breathing through his parted lips and his heart about to fly off from his chest.

“Why?”

“Because, otherwise, I couldn’t do this”.

You were about to ask what he was referring to, watching him breaking the distance between the two of you in three fast strides. You closed your eyes at the moment his hands held your neck and Bucky slammed his lips on yours. The kiss, the contrast of cold and warmth on your skin, the everlasting longing for it to happen… All of this caused you to gasp, tangling the tunic at the height of his chest in your fists, not wanting him to take a step back. Your mouths fit perfectly without looking for it, made for each other, as he secured his fingers on the back of your neck. And you felt your knees weak when he pecked your lips one more time, before caressing your nose with his, not being able to open your eyes. Neither of you.

“I don’t have the right… to ask for anything”. He babbled. His insecurities coming afloat even if you hadn’t pushed him away. “But… I want you to stay here. With me. I… I don’t have much to offer you, but I promise to make you happy”.

At this point, your eyes were filled with tears, strongly closing your eyelids to not let them fall. You swallowed a sob, moving your hands from his chest to his middle back, embracing him tighter as you could.

“You’ve been making me happy since we met, Bucky”.

He chuckled breathless, intuiting he was too at the edge of his crying because of that affirmation.

“Every Tuesday, I wait at the stairs of my apartment for the mail, for your letters. I’ve… read them so many times I can recite them… by heart. Every word you've written to me”.

“I will continue writing them for you, even if you stay with me”.

Your voices were low, barely audible out of his place. Like secrets. Bucky kissed you again, bending enough to raise you by the back of your thighs and urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The dog tags on your chest clicked against the other, as you moved your arms to his shoulders and neck, and you were unable to stop kissing him. You two could die right now and not be bothered because you were finally together, and that was all you deserved in life.

“Tell me you will stay… please”. His beg brushed your lips, still pecking them between syllable and syllable.

“I will…” You replied without hesitating as you could, eager to correspond to every gesture from him. “I will stay with you”.

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