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plaqying · 4 months

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If you already did Yuurivoice but not Redacted, do RA instead?

YV Boys as Melanie Martinez songs?

YV Listeners as Melanie Martinez songs?

OMG TY FOR THIS ❤️

ok so i will edit this when i listen to more of yv because i haven’t watched many of them

alphonse - void (it’s him coded)

seth - also void ?? (idk seth was really hard help)

charlie - class fight (idk it felt right)

auron - haven’t listened to him enough i will go listen to him 4 u !!

faust - spider web or drama club

big red - tunnel vision (i listened to his playlist ages ago could be inaccurate)

finn - haven’t listened to him enough i will listen to him 4 u !!

i don’t know about any other listener but sugarboo is the bakery 😭💀

#yuurivoice #asks #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice faust #yuurivoice lucien #yuurivoice charlie

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oceanlue · 11 months

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hello!

i’ve been having the idea for a while but idk how to make it reality so i was wondering if you could make silly headcanons of the yv boys reactions when being bridal carried :3

HahahahhaHAHHAHAHAH YEAS OMG YES

💗Alphonse🧁🍭

He did a stupid thing and forgot to clean the floor when he was cleaning the counters

And it was funny because when you saw him slip it looked like out all the cartoon show you could just hear the special effects

As he fell he said that he was fine and just laid there on the ground

The next thing you did was go by him and say anything broken and he would say no but he being the dramatic b**** he is he would probably say that his leg hurts and he couldn't walk no longer

So you being the badass b**** you were decided to Bridal style carry him by picking him up

And he was surprised that he yelped he didn't know you were this strong

So you carried him in your strong arms all the way over to the couch and you babyed him all night long because he baby

" I really don't know why I would do without you boo maybe I should trip more often if that's how I'm going to get treated every time"

Hehehhe he baby

🧡Seth 🏕🍂

You two are in the woods once again because why not

You were starting to set up a campfire by putting rocks around the hole that you made and started stacking the wood so it would be upright

All of a sudden you hear a yell saying s***

And you go back to see Seth had fallen you asked him if he was okay and he did respond yes he was fine but you didn't believe it

So what you did is slide down the hill and checked his wound turns out he sprained his ankle, it wasn't bad he just need to stay off

So you decide to do the next best thing to surprise them and Bridal carry him this big man you carried in your arms

You really carried a mommy issue having, motorcycle riding, knife blade Wheeling bad boy in your arms

Set this thinking what the heck is going on

You did get him to the campsite and he was just astonished by what you just did

" man sugar I didn't know you were that strong I appreciate it but maybe next time live me to the bridal style carrying sugar after all I like to see you in my arms"

(Nice try Seth but you can't win me that easily)

💚Finn 🪴🌻

This baby boy

Omg baby man

He had an accent back out in the garden where you guys are growing your vegetables flowers or whatever you grow

And he was crying cuz it hurts so bad poor baby please someone hug him

You managed to calm him down and inspected the wound you didn't know what was wrong so you told him we had to go to the walk-in clinic

So you did what a best partner would do and you picked him up

You Bridal style carried him and he was a blushing mess

He was redder than a tomato I think you passed out too

Oh geez someone help him please

He doesn't have any broken bones but he did get sprained pretty bad so for now he is off his feet until he is able to walk again

" thank you my beautiful orchid .....I really appreciate you.....um.... picking me up.... and taking me to the clinic there's ......no wonder why I truly love you can we stay here and cuddle"

He is baby girl

💜Charlie🍕 🐭

This happened when you two were at the skatepark

You were teaching him some new tricks because it's been a while since he's been on a board and you two have been at it for 2 hours

And he was getting real good he can go up around smoothly he can jump on the skateboard smoothly

Except he can't do a grind

( forgive me I do not know any type of skateboard moves I am uncultured if you know any skateboard moves that I have missed please comment down below)

When he was trying to do an ollie he kind of tripped on his feet and try to catch his balance but ended up falling

Immediately asked him if he was okay and he said his ankle Twisted weirdly so you being the best partner he ever had

Decide to pick him up Bridal Style

Oh he was all tons of red he was stuttering he was panicking he was overall a blushing mess

His leg was fine it just spent weird he just need to get off it

"Thanks Kat I really wondered how I miss that trick up but at least I can be here with you and with pizza now how about we put on that old scary movie we used to watch as kids"

Someone get this guy a cookie

❤Auron ☕✒

Some say he was graceful some say he was handsome other say he would be clumsy as f***

He may put up an act at work but when he's at home with his partner he shows us True Colors by being a little clumsy

She was making himself a nice cold drink when he dropped an ice cube went to grab it but his hand didn't reach the counter and slipped and that made him slip on the ice cube as well

You being his partner went to see what that problem was and saw him on the ground looking up at the ceiling regretting every decision he ever made

You got him out of it and asked if he was okay and he said he was fine but you had none of it

So you never told auron this but you are very strong so what did you do you picked the mother f***** up

And he was surprised

Oh is that a blush I see on his face

I think that is a blush

But he did tell you not to tell anyone about this

" from what I can tell rookie it seems that I slightly underestimate you I am still wondering how someone your size can lift someone like me no offense to that but it seems that I am unable to move and unable to do my work so you are going to stay here and nurse me back to health now get over here rookie"

In reality he just wanted cuddles

He may be a sexy CEO boss dominant businessman but on the inside he's just a big old teddy bear

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I hope you like this

Peace out

💙💙💙

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #oceanlue #spotify #yuurivoice finn #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #ocean🌊#yuurivoice charlie

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smuttyfantasyrecs · 1 year

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Various Anime Characters

🦋 mating press (toji) 🦋

@introloves

🦋 falling (kiyoomi) 🦋

@sugarlywhispers

🦋 delusional (eren) 🦋

@euphoriccarnation

🦋 boyfriend!eren 🦋

@nuclevi

🦋 just the tip 🦋

@xfgpng

🦋 mine now (suna) 🦋 meet his girlfriend (ushijima) 🦋

@dabiekql

🦋 4:20 (eren) 🦋

@jeanslilslut

🦋 overstim (oliver) 🦋

@b1mbodoll

🦋 cute 🦋

@lumiinix

🦋 baby (atsumu) 🦋

@bxnnybtch

🦋 oral fixation (hawks) 🦋

@touyasdoll

🦋 overstim (kazutora) 🦋 boytoy!mikey 🦋

@8kh

🦋 pent up frustration (taiju) 🦋

@getoswhore

🦋 behave (ken) 🦋

@dekuphilia

🦋 messy eater (toby) 🦋

@endious

🦋 kiss it 🦋

@kissingkou

🦋 blocked 🦋 on the ice 🦋

@call-memissbrightside

🦋 make it stop (not anime but leaving it up to the imagination)🦋

@dollylicious

🦋 an embarrassing picture 🦋

@izukuisbaby

🦋 fucking your throat 🦋

@kirislut

🦋 the right apology 🦋 our baby 🦋

@heich0e

🦋 knuckle deep 🦋

@pinky-glitz

🦋 favorite place 🦋

@wwwcapricorncom

🦋 various nsfw headcannons 🦋

@onemillionvolts

🦋 where they put their hands 🦋

@tired-teacher-blog

🦋 morning wood 🦋

@kazuwhora

🦋 overstim just to watch 🦋

@kenzaki-ken

🦋 humidity and heaven 🦋

@missmeinyourbones

🦋 ass, tits, or thighs 🦋

@weluvsosa

🦋 jealousy 🦋

@clefairymuke

🦋 hybrid!BNHA 🦋

@yv-en

🦋 dark red 🦋

@bibblelevi

🦋 i will be kind and sweet 🦋

@sightoru

🦋 overstim 🦋 breeding 🦋

@oh-katsuki

🦋 imagine riding levi 🦋

@princess-ackerman

🦋 spread open 🦋

@moonlightmiya

🦋 too much 🦋

@viviaj

🦋 variables 🦋

@itsleese

🦋 how they eat you out 🦋

@plzravagemethxxx

🦋 look 🦋

@envy-of-the-apple

🦋 your place 🦋

@purest-sins

🦋 addicted to the kitty 🦋

@lovinkiri

🦋 ahegao face 🦋

@kingkatsuki

🦋 a lesson 🦋

@bukuroskitten

🦋 calling them a slut 🦋

@sammysficfactory

🦋 men who make it fit 🦋

@nkogneatho

🦋 yellow 🦋

@benkeibear

🦋 imagine 🦋

@hello-kitty-is-my-life-69

🦋 showering with jjk men 🦋

@mommypieck

🦋 degraded yet praised 🦋 overstimulation kink 🦋

@hqkalon

🦋 boss 🦋 hair pulling 🦋

@kazushawty

🦋 tits 🦋

anantaru

🦋 breaking up 🦋

keigotakamiz

🦋 positions 🦋

erensbabyy218

🦋 sleep talking 🦋

whoistartaglia

🦋 mirror sex 🦋

ilyluffy

🦋 think I need someone older 🦋

chrryzwrld

🦋 driving me insane 🦋

jabamin

🦋 eating you for dinner 🦋

romantichomicide95

🦋 when you have sex with your ex 🦋

omgeto

🦋 take it 🦋

pocoyo-yo

🦋 brat 🦋

rlvsmegumi

🦋 help 🦋 face sitting 🦋 dumb 🦋

tsurie

🦋 milk and honey 🦋 hot moms near me 🦋

sugurini

🦋 stuffed full 🦋

pin-k-ink

🦋 I can make your bed rock 🦋

doobea

🦋 positions 🦋

junevenile

🦋 dad's best friend 🦋

angelltheninth

🦋 "just the tip" 🦋

slttygeto

🦋 breakfast runaway 🦋

mypimpademia

🦋 you're too big 🦋 it's too big 🦋 you're too tight 🦋

oreo-creampie

🦋 boys who like to breed you 🦋

sunarc

🦋 scary dog privilege 🦋

theragethatisdesire

🦋 waking up with them 🦋

garoujo

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saintgarreth-galore · 3 months

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"I'm getting a little fed up with my mortality. I deserve to know, we deserve to know."

Hehehehe just me imagining SugarBoo(spade)saying that to some type of semi-immortal/magical person, naw but yeah.

All of the listeners but with card suits and meaning, might do one with the yv boys cuz I like symbolism that fits characters

all I know though is that Auron is definitely a club, cuz I mean, the meaning of the card suits him(hehehe "suits" eheh), Seth and Charlie are the heart suit because they both seem more in-tune with their emotional side, Alphonse and Faust are both the diamond suit cuz they will at first like being called a "diamond" but then the meaning gets to them, Jack is already somehow a part of BlackJack(card game) he is the jester/ace, Big Red is a spade cuz I mean death leads to hell, and finally Finn, is like the nice part of being a spade card

Hearts: Charlie & Seth

Clubs: Auron

Diamonds: Alphonse & Faust

Spades: Big Red & Finn

#yuurivoice #orson rambles #brain stuff #card suits #im just going on my previous fizzled memory of what the suits mean from a cuphead au called Casino Cups #yv boys #tarot card ideas for them now #double whammy #brain is now going back to the old centurys

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pocketfulofvoices · 10 months

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hey guys. glenn talks time >:3c

the only way i can think about yv boys normally is by making an entire spiderverse with multiple versions of the boys.

and like, the concept of storyteller finn itself opens up the possibility of a multiverse in the yv universe (the autism is winning) just based on like,,, well, his whole character and story, and the big finale in bittersweet chapter 3. i think about that a lot.

anywho, here are some sillies abt the

the yuuriverse (i don’t have much to work with when it comes to naming this)

he knows damn well that he’s supposed to be spider-man but one seth has a mothman-based outfit. (which is more so fitting bc i based that one off of a brown recluse) (kinda planned it out but at the same time i’m like, “now how did we get here”)

i saw someone’s spidersona be named pastel spider and while that would have been perfect for al(and ofc spider-punk is taken too) (won’t stop me w that one though. multiverse, baby), i didn’t wanna be accused of stealing so i’m kinda just going with spider-candy for now

auron being so very prowlercore (kinda like itsv, he’s kinda the uncle ben in this situation bc auron’s listener is spider-man in this universe and it’s good angst idk what else to say) (no i’m not kidding when i said i’m making multiples)

storyteller finn is the spot (going off of the vibe atsv gave. like, the big bad)

since al has a plush, that ofc meant he gets a plush universe. spider-candy plush.

not a big jesse fan but i couldn’t resist the urge to have her be spider-milf in one universe

spider-demon sounded really cool (big red my wife)

faust (in the oh series for him) has very green goblin energy so,, hehe,, pastel goblin perhaps :3c

al and seth would be too powerful as a spider-duo so legally i am required to make angst /hj

seth, how does it feel that most of your canon events is your mom leaving you like, 2 decades before you even became a spider-person /lhj (this is how i treat my favs)

i don’t have a lot for finn, but he and jack have very miles and ganke energy /pos

anywho y’all should totally join me and make a spiderverse yv boy,, or your listeners can be spider-people too,, make lore !! do it !! /nf

and now the doodles (art tag is trending, i need to take advantage of that for the side blog /lh)

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sunfl0wer-h0ur · 1 year

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What I'd put the Yv boys names on my phone

(All of them are here!)

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Alphonse: Laffy Taffy Addict

Seth: Milf Hunter 😫

Finn: ☀️Sunny Bunny!🐰

Charlie: 🧀Cheese Ball 🧀

Faust: Prince Pegalot III (The III is important)

Auron: My Sugar Daddy~

Big Red: Gordan Ramsay's enemy

Jack: Floofy hair

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

#☁️ollie simply writing☁️#Yuurivoice #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice finn #yuurivoice faust #yuurivoice big red #yuurivoice jack #Free Jack

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fanfiction-inc · 2 years

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“The Stroke”

Verse: Stranger Things

Characters/Pairings: Billy Hargrove, Billy Hargrove/ Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Car sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), creampie, hand jobs, driving while fucking (please don’t do this), PWP, hardcore eye fucking, Billy being Billy.

Word Count: 6946

Summary: When the weather outside is too damn hot and your shitty car won’t start, Billy offers to drive you home.

Notes: As requested by the lovely @coldmuffinpartycloud and the wonderful @sleep-yv, here is part 2 to the former headcanon asking “Can I get a HC about Billy pretending to drown while his coworker jumps in to save him and its all a ploy to get her to kiss him?"

Link to Ao3 Version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40656261 Link to previous HC: [Link]

Another hot summer day, the heat index claiming to be a measly 90ºF but feeling like a sweltering 100ºF. You could already feel the heat wave rolling through the area taking its effect on your body despite the big umbrella covering over the lifeguard stand. You reach for your water, having already refilled it twice today and taking a generous sip, wetting your palette but sighing at the lukewarm nature it had taken on from being in the ambient heat. This was a downside of working the pool, having to deal with whatever temperature Mother Nature decided to throw your way. The other downside was the influx of people taking advantage of the open-to-the-public pool. More people meant more attention was needed, meaning you having to blow your whistle and yell more than you usually had to. Adjusting on the stand, you try to free the swimsuit clinging to your skin from the mixture of sweat and sunscreen that made it feel like a glove that was far too tight.

This was dreadful, but it was about to get so much worse when you see a familiar face come into the pool area.

The very fool who would not leave you alone for the past couple of weeks since the incident as you called it. Always with the same smug grin and aviators, letting them tip so you caught a glimpse of those baby blues that could practically see into your soul each time they came in contact with your gaze. Always with those bright red shorts that clung to his hips and ass oh so nicely. That was at least one thing you could agree with the female population at Hawkins High on, he did have a nice rump. Pretty face too if you allowed yourself to admit such, but instead you push such thoughts back in exchange for looking away from him before he has any attempt at getting your attention more than he has already. The bastard seemed to thrive off of it, knowing you were looking back, and you tried to never afford him the opportunity to know but sometimes it was a struggle. On some days, he’d catch you and give that little lip lick, or allow the intensity of his gaze alone to make you squirm. On others, he’d simply stare back, daring you to keep the contact going or be the first to turn away, which usually was what happened. Though there was that one-day Mrs. Cunningham intruded on his sexually charged staring contest and he had to look away, though he dreaded it. That day you rode on the high of knowing he broke the contact first, even if it was due to interference.

“Pretty hot out today, Sweetheart. You must be meltin’.” His voice, it had that tone that made your heart flutter just a bit faster, and fingers grip tighter on the arm rest of the elevated seat. Without missing a beat, or sparing him a glance, you respond. “Well, it’s certainly not cold now is it, Hargrove?” The sarcasm leaking from each syllable was enough to earn a chuckle from him, the lad leaning against the stand and admiring your form openly. Up close, he could make out more of you, raking over your form from the tips of your toes and moving upward over the expanses of your legs. Then your hips, your belly, your chest, before coming up to look at that cute little face of yours hidden behind dark sunglasses and over casted by a shade of red from the canopy above the lifeguard seat. He watches how you adjusted in the seat, fingers snatching the whistle that hung oh so delicately between your breast and blowing into the metal piece. A shrill whistle comes to the air, and Billy watched as you took a breath before calling out in your best authoritative voice to the children running near the pool, telling them to slow down or get out.

It's adorable when you try to be in charge.

But to that same note, it was infuriating to Billy. Ever since the day he felt your lips on his, and just the smallest smidge of you actually enjoying it before you went and landed a hard smack on his cheek, storming off not too long after, it’s all he’s been thinking of. You have been all he can think of. From the little day to day things like working on his car or chasing after the next piece of tail to sate his needs, all he has in his mind is you. He imagined you riding shotgun, his hand on your thigh as you both drove around this hellhole of a town, basking in the AC the car provides. Would you get squirmy and squeal when he hits the gas and you both take off like a bullet releasing from a gun? Would you beg him to stop, but secretly get the thrill of going so fast? Of living? On the same token, you were all he could imagine as he fucked the next girl who threw herself at him. Your legs spread for him, needy for him, begging him to just take you already. How needy you’d be for his touch, his cock, but in reality beyond his desires, you simply sat stoic in the face of his many advances. It just made him want you even more, playing hard to get with him.

“What are you doing after your shift today?” He questioned after a moment, hearing the faint chuckle leaving your lips.

“Going home and praying the AC is working.” You muse, finally sparing the man a glance and fuck, you shouldn’t have done that because the way he was looking up at you was absolutely sinful. The looks pastors warn young followers about when they supposedly look in the face of the devil and are lured in. Those blue eyes look over the aviator frames, casted up to you and twinkling with something akin to burning lust. That’s all you could chop it up to as, lust. The playboy was practically eye fucking you, and the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips made something in you clench at the view. You will your body as best as you can to stop the shiver threatening to travel up your spine, an odd sight in such heat. You couldn’t dare allow him to know the true effect he had over you. “My car’s got AC. I could drive you back, or maybe just take ya on a nice long ride, hm?” His fingertips trailed dangerously close to your leg as he gripped the lifeguard stand bars, as if testing the waters before allowing his digits to come in contact with your heated flesh.

Hot, his skin was way too hot against your leg, but it burned oh so deliciously as he trailed the length of your calf, up to your knee before trailing back down. You jerk your leg away when you see your boss round the corner, waving hello before turning your gaze back to the lad standing below and sending a glare. “As much as I feel others have taken your offer, I think I’m gonna pass.” Heat be damned, you were not giving in to that boy. He simply smiled, a smile that sent your mind to blank for ever a subtle moment, before coming back to reality when he speaks. “Just keep it in mind, yeah?” He pulls away from the stand, humming his acknowledgement to your shared boss as he passes back. “See ya later, sweetheart.” And with that he goes to the pool, slipping into the lukewarm depths. Oh, how you wished you could join him- Of course not for the reason of being around him! Never for that reason! But rather for some relief from the heat that surrounded you.

Your shift ticks by slowly, hand fanning at your heated flesh and breathing just a touch more labored than you would prefer. This heat was insufferable, and you knew surely you’d be melting the moment you leave the covering to start getting things ready for the end of your shift, closing up the pool and all that. “Fuck, I wish someone would just drown so I can get in that water.” You mumble to yourself. Of course, you’d never want to see anyone get hurt, but any excuse to get in the water would be glorious. Just a little dip and it’d all be worth it, would it not? But alas, you were stuck in your place, mentally pleading the universe to send a raincloud your way, even if just for a single moment. Was that too much to ask for? Perhaps it was, but no matter, you’ll struggle through. Jumping down from the lifeguard shack and adjusting your suit from having sat so long, you begin making your rounds around the pool, carefully observing everyone there. All in all, despite the heat, you haven’t had much trouble from the children today. No one was really rough housing or horse playing, just the occasional runner or splashing at those sunbathing on the sidelines. Though you found them crazy for doing such, knowing surely these housewives and girls around your age would be burned within the hour. Bye-bye perfect tans, hello red hot, inflamed skin. In a way you envied how they could stand the heat, but in the same note you pitied them for not heeding the advice given by the weatherman to avoid the direct sunlight for long exposures during this day. Collecting the final pool noodles and tubes that laid on the sidelines, unused by the stragglers milking the last few minutes of the pool remaining open before they have to leave into the heat once more, stashing them behind the rental stand.

The sun, blaring and hot, loomed aggressively as you called out that the pool was closing, watching those who remained scurry away to find shelter from the heat waves. Good, they were in a hurry to get out of here, which meant less people you’d have to deal with as you packed things away. Watching the last person slip out from the gate, you move to lock it up and sigh in newfound relief. Finally, you can hurry up here, then get to your car and bask in the cold air it’d provide for you. Oh, that relief sounded divine, but the relief blinded you from the fact you had lost track of the blonde who had previously been staring you down as you did your little task in that little suit that just oh so nicely fit you. Peculiar, it truly was because when the thought catches up to you, you look around and don’t spot the cocky playboy who had been eye-fucking you the entirety of his stay. Maybe the heat was too much, even for him. Maybe he snuck away after a piece of tail that enticed him for the moment. You wave the possibilities and “what if’s” away from your scattered mind, exchanging for the spreadsheet before you that accounted for everything that was being stored away, checking off each item as you go. Next was cleaning up any trash from the pool and surrounding area. And finally, it was time to lock up and get ready to leave, your favorite part of this excruciating day. Placing the keys back in their respective place, you wave good night to the owner and make your way to the parking lot, a smile lingering on your lips at the prospect of heading home until you spot a familiar sight and hear the sweet purr of its engine. The 79’ Chevrolet Camaro sat idle, the blue in the paint shining brightly under the evening sun, almost blinding and causing you to squint your gaze. Oh, that’s where he went. A sigh falls from your lips, bright orbs rolling at the fact he’s still here and hand plucking your keys from your pocket as you skedaddle over to the beaten up (and frankly on its last legs) 72’ Ford Pinto. The car was a mess, having so many problems you had to fork money up for. It was no wonder you had to take double shifts at the pool just to pay for it AND try to have enough for whatever life throws at you next.

You climb into the sweltering car, throwing the door back open in need of some relief from the hot interior. The black leather pressed against your skin was excruciating, making you teether on the edge of the seat as you insert the key and try to crank the old hunk of junk. The engine sputters but doesn’t turn over the first try. “Come on baby, work with me.” The words fall out in almost a whine beneath your breath as you try once more, groaning softly when it doesn’t start up yet again. Again, and again, and again until you finally fall back against the hot leather with a noise of defeat. Great, just fucking great. You were royally screwed by this damn car, and it just had to be on the hottest day of summer. Rubbing your hands over your face, you let out another noise, peeling yourself from the hot seats and slamming the door to the car shut in frustration. The faint music playing within the confines of the Camaro grows louder, drawing your attention as you watch the blonde lean over the passenger seat, that grin resting on his lips making your tummy flutter with something akin to nerves. “Car troubles, sweetheart?” “No, I just willingly am standing here sweating my ass off while I have a ‘perfectly good’ ride here.” You reply with snark, but your tone sounded tired, like the fight was leaving it with each ticking second you stood in the direct sunlight. The playboy lowered his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose, peering over them with those familiar baby blues that could make anyone who stared back swoon. A laugh brushes past perfectly delicious looking lips, tongue tracing over them briefly as he watched you. “Really now? Well, it seems to me that your ‘perfectly good’ ride isn’t doing so hot.” He pats the door; the soft sound of metal being hit making your head throb temporarily. “I couldn’t in good conscience just leave little ole you out here to melt, now could I?” Carefully he rakes his gaze over you before leaning back from the seat. “Get in, I’ll take you home.”

In any other situation with anyone else you knew, you would have been throwing yourself into that seat and allowing your body to bask in the chilled air that flooded the cabin of the car, but alas you hesitate, even if just for a second, because of who was inviting you in. It made you nervous, thinking about being in such a confined space with Billy Hargrove, but your body screamed for relief and moved upon its own accord as you pull the door handle open and take a cautious seat on the leather seat. The moment the door closes, and you feel the air hit your heated skin, you all but sink into the seat, humming out in approval. Fuck it, you knew if you even attempted to walk in this heat home, you’d die of heat stroke or something worse. Billy gives you a final glance before pulling out of the parking lot like a bat out of Hell. Your hand shoots to the edge of the seat, clutching the chilled material between your digits, and the sounding laugh leaving his lips at your reaction makes heat rise to your already warm skin. “When’s the last time you lived a little?” He questioned suddenly, his fingers resting lazily over the stick shift while his others tap on the steering wheel. “Felt that adrenaline rush? Or has the sweet princess never had a taste of the wild side her daddy warned her about so much?”

“I’ve experienced enough as is, Hargrove. Maybe not like your Camaro but I know what speed is like.” You shake your head at him, seeing his lips shift into an ever-subtle smirk in the side profile you capture. “In that little Pinto of yours? Oh, you speed demon you. Real rule breaker going forty-five in a forty, huh?” A laugh leaves your lips despite attempting to hold it back, and you send him a look that challenged him. “Alright then, Hargrove, I’ll bite. Show me a taste of this wild side of yours since you’re so insistent in corrupting the youth of Hawkins.” A scoff brushes past his lips at the word “corrupting”. Corruption? All because some girls go a bit dick crazy over him? It’s laughable, how you assume he’s corrupting them when in reality they just want a difference within this sleepy little shit town. He’s just the new element in their boring lives. His foot presses down on the gas and he shifts into gear, the engine roaring in a beautiful show of dominance over the terrain, the car speeding off like a bullet on the long stretch of road. Your grip tightens on the leather, heart hammering in your chest, all while you watch elements pass by in a blur outside the front windshield and see the way his features contort in way that shined a different light over him. Maybe it was the heat that had whittled away at your mind, your control, but as he sped through the sleepy town like some sort of demon screaming through the streets like it was clawing its way out of Hell, he seemed more at ease. He was within his element, control of the road, control of the beat you were seated in, and control of your attention. It was a silent victory to him, knowing he had you captivated by the show he was putting on. Another laugh bubbles up from your chest and past your lips, watching how he sped around a curve, hearing a car blare their horn at him and seeing the cocky little wave he sent before he shifted gear and sped around them, making you tense at the possibility that maybe this would be it, what kills you. Speeding away in Billy Hargrove’s 79’ Camaro and dying from the heart attack he gives you with each move he makes on the road.

You hadn’t noticed when his hand had slipped to your thigh, only realizing as he slows the heat of the digits subtly rubbing at your bare skin. In a way, you cursed having to opt for shorts in this heat, but at the same time with your heart screaming at you for relief, it brought you back to the present. “Why have you been like this?” The question is sudden, startling even, and a squeeze to your thigh is given as his lips move to respond. “What ya mean, sweetheart?”

“I mean, why have you been the way that you’ve been at the pool, in the last couple of weeks? I mean,” you gesture to the hand on your thigh, and vaguely to yourself within his car, “this. Why this?”

“You gotta be a little more clear, (Last name).” He spares you a glance before gluing his eyes back to the asphalt ahead, watching the street signs pass by. A sigh of frustration leaves you and you turn towards him in the seat, his hand shifting with the move of your body before pulling back to the shift stick and resting there. Perhaps the advance was too much on his part. “What the fuck has been all this eye contact and flirting about?” Blunt, you got straight to the point now. “I mean you have been after me since I started working at the pool! Especially after the people from our school started showing up. I mean what is up with that, Billy?”

“Nothin’.” He mumbles the word, his grin falling the ever-slightest bit. “I don’t know what you’re insinuating.”

“Y’know what I mean, Billy. You’re basically being territorial with me.” You huff the words out. “It’s like the moment Steve and the other boys have been talkin’ to me…” You trail off for a moment, gaze settling on the glovebox before you as you process your own words. This all started when Steve was there, Billy barking at him to let you work. And then the flirting, and the eye contact, and the ever so subtle touches… It was like Billy just couldn’t stand to see another guy talking to you, much less Harrington. “So that’s why you’ve been so froward with me,”

“Sweetheart, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re fucking jealous, aren’t you, Hargrove?” The realization slips from your lips, gaze damn near twinkling with the fact that you uncovered what it’s all about. But this hardheaded fucker wasn’t going to admit such, never to you. Especially when it came to seeing Steve with you. His grip on the wheel and gear stick tightens, and for a split second you catch the faintest dusting of color on his cheeks rising, his head tilting out of view as best as it can. Billy Hargrove was blushing. Fucking blushing, and it’s all because of you. Oh, you savored this moment, a grin slipping onto your lips as you watch his reaction. “It’s true! You’re jealous!” He bites at his lip, and you can see the white-knuckled vice he has adopted as he fights back in silence. It just wasn’t satisfying, not hearing him say the words. Every girl has begged for Billy, begged him to touch them, to speak to them, much less cast his gaze in their general direction, but here he is an embarrassed version of what he usually presents, and you want to milk it for all its worth.

Maybe it’s time to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Your digits reach to the knob for the radio, turning the station up when The Stroke by Billy Squire plays, the song appropriate in your mind as you steady yourself in the seat, face moving in towards his ear and planting a delicate kiss. He swears for a moment his heart stops at the action, and it takes everything within him not to jerk the wheel when you repeat the motion, inching downward along the column of his neck after brushing aside the curled blonde locks that were in your way. Your lips, they felt like pure fire against his skin, burning a path that made him squirm and hips jump at the jolt they leave behind. “Is it true, Hargrove?” The way you whisper- no, purr- the words, his cock jumps and he sinks his teeth into the plump flash of his lip, feeling his body buzz with each subtle brush of your lips across his skin. “Scared of ‘King Steve’ staking himself on your claim that you were too scared to approach before he made his move?”

Now everybody, have you heard, if you're in the game

Then the stroke's the word

Don't take no rhythm,

Don't take no style

Gotta thirst for killin',

Grab your vial uh

“Scared?” His voice held the subtle shakiness akin to that of a virgin being with their first, those beautiful lashes of his fluttering behind the aviators that shaded him from the sun that began to set in the distance, casting the earth in shades of orange and fiery red. “Of Harrington?” He scoffs, though the noise is cut off by a low growl that goes straight to your core as you drag your chilled digits down the expanses of his sculpted chest, feeling the way his chest rises and falls just a touch quicker. They trail, brushing past his stomach before hesitating, just for a single second at the tip of his tightened jeans. His breaths in a sudden breath, licking at his lips in anticipation before another soft, subtle noise falls from his lips as you breach the layers surrounding him and reach for the hot flesh straining for release. You clutch his cock, his hips jumping up in response, and a self-satisfied hum of approval escapes your lips. “The big bad Billy Hargrove, reduced to silence all because his dick is being grabbed. This isn’t how it usually goes for you, is it?” Another hot peck is given to his ear before you drag the tip of your tongue along the shell of it, hearing how his breath grows louder, free in the air over the lyrics pouring from the song blasting on the radio.

Put your right hand out, give a firm handshake

Talk to me about that one big break

Spread your ear pollution, both far and wide

Keep your contributions by your side and

The softest of moans leave Billy’s lips as you pump his length, chewing at your lip as you watch each subtle gesture he gives away. The way his jaw twitches from how tightly its set, the soft part of his lips as he takes in a soft breath, coaxed by each brush of your thumb over his weeping tip. The way his eyes flutter, even behind the tinted shades, how each noise leaving him is strangled, held back, and the soft curse that spills from them suddenly when you grip the base of him, grabbing as much of his attention that can be dedicated away from the road towards you. “Fuck, sweetheart.” He chokes out the words, his grip damn near breaking the wheel and stick shift if he had the strength to do such. “Tell me, Billy, are you jealous because you thought Steve would finally get to fuck me before you could? Maybe that he'd do it better than you?” Another noise spills from his parted lips, and it draws out the moment you suckle a lingering mark along his throat. “Is that it, Billy? You think you could fuck me better?”

“K-Know I can.” He huffs the words out, and you can’t help the elated smirk coming to your lips. “Is that so?” You pull your hand away from his cock, spitting into your palm before returning and setting a steady rhythm. He wavers on the road for a split second, steadying himself as best as he can except for the way his hips twitch and push upward into your grasp. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t getting off on this, the power trip you were riding on enough to be dizzying to him but made his body scream in desire for your attention, maybe even your affections. In any other circumstance, it’d be his hand down your pants, his fingers buried inside of you and working you up just as you were doing to him. Up, up, up, working him up until he’s sitting right there on that edge before grasping him at the base and stopping. “Fucking hell, sweetheart.” He hisses the words, teeth clenched from the abrupt stop. “Do you want to cum, hot shot?” He glances over at you, met by the cocky smirk that had extended over your features and for a moment you’re a different girl than what he had expected you to be. He knew you were stubborn and resisting his advances, knew you were smart, and funny, and had a smile to kill for that for once he just wished was for him and him alone. That body alone spoke for itself, but what he never had expected was you fighting him for dominance, for calling him on his bullshit over Steve and the little dick fighting competition they had going on since he moved here. Never had he thought you’d play with him like this, but he knew what you wanted to hear from him. You wanted an admission of being right, that he was fighting for claim over you. He just wasn’t ready to let that go just yet.

Stroke me, stroke me

Could be a winner boy you move mighty well

Stroke me, stroke me (stroke)

Stroke me, stroke me

You got your number down

Stroke me, stroke me

Say you're a winner but babe, you're just a sinner now

Silence, you were met with silence in the face of your question and a roll of your eyes followed. “No? You don’t want to cum? I thought you liked it so much with other girls that you’d do anything to do it now.” A laugh leaves your lips, and you brush your thumb over the vein running up his length, feeling his hips jump at the contact. “Guess I was wrong, but at least I’ll admit it.” Casually, slowly, you start back on a lazy rhythm, feeling him flex and try not to thrust up into your pumping fist as he drives along the road. By now it’s just a drive, no destination in sight. He’s forgotten about asking for your address, or even traveling in the direction of his own home, and by this rate you’ll be bound for another state. But none of that mattered, not right now when you were touching him and the absolute filth pouring from your lips had him balancing on the thinnest tightrope imaginable. It was like all the stamina he had developed over the years was shot out the window the moment you started touching on him, and he couldn’t possibly explain it.

“I’ll even go as far as to admit that these little interactions we’ve been having at the pool have stuck with me. Thinkin’ about you and all.” Your words fall as a whisper, breath hitting his ear in a way that sends a shiver straight up and down his spine. It was purely erotic, the tone your voice took on, and it was better than anything he could have imagined hearing. “Yeah? What- Fuck- What have you been thinkin’ about, pretty girl?” The pet name, it was something that made your heart skip and pussy clench around the intrusion of nothingness, breaking your confidence for a split second because oh, the power of his words and what they could make you do to yourself once you’re alone was wonderous. Carefully you collect yourself, lips opening to speak but tensing when you hear the breathiness that your tone takes on. “I’ve been thinking about you in the pool, giving me one of those famous lessons you cluck on about to those little housewives that swoon over you. Backstroke…Breaststroke…Whatever you would be willing to teach me.” A huff leaves him at the visualization of such, recalling a similar thought he had about you in that very same pool, only the lesson wasn’t quite what he would offer those, as you called them, little housewives. His teeth damn near break the skin of his lip at this rate, and his gaze lands on you as your rhythm increased right back to where it had been when he was about to cum. He pulsed in your grasp, twitching, and signaling how close his release was getting just from your words alone. “I can only imagine what your hands would feel like on my body, what you could make it do if I let you.” He sucks in a breath, sharp and sudden, then a noise only recognizable over the sound of the radio that can be identified as simply a whine leaves him when you remove your hand from his jeans altogether, leaving him aching and needy for you.

“(First name)- “

“Yes Billy?” That condescending tone, fuck it got to him. You wanted him just as he wanted you. Begging. Needy. He battles with himself and the raging boner sitting tented in the tight denim around his lower half, scolding himself for the words about to spill from his lips. “(First name) …please.” Oh, that word alone would never do anything to you but hearing it come from him, hearing him say it was all the stimulation you needed in the world to open the flood gates. By now you were dripping and blanking for a stagnant moment because holy shit, he said it. Swallowing thickly, your fingers trace over the zipper of his pants, playing with the metal bit and toying with it between your fingers. “Please what, Billy?” He huffed out a breath, and you finally get a full glimpse of the color that adorned his skin, the blush from before returning tenfold and making you feel damn near feral at the sight. “Please just... Fuck it, please let me cum.”

Who were you to deny such a request?

Put your left foot out, keep it all in place

Work your way right into my face

First you try to bet me, you make my backbone slide

When you find you've bled me, slip on by, and

Pulling the zipper down before grabbing at the waistband of his jeans, you yank to your best effort on the denim material, requiring him to lift his hips momentarily before letting the fabric bunch midway on his thighs. And there it was in all its glory, the thing that drove the women of Hawkins mad and made them dick crazy for the California boy again and again. He was impressive, the rumors you come to realize being true about how well endowed the lad is. Thick, long, and absolutely throbbing for you and you alone. Pride swelled in your chest at the angry red color it had taken on at the tip, on a hair trigger for eruption and weeping pre-cum from the edging it has endured. With a second of deliberation, you reach for your shorts, working them off your hips and down the length of your legs, Billy stealing a glance every chance he can away from the road to watch you drop them to the floorboard of his car. Your panties follow, the material cast aside so quickly that he can’t even register the style of them, much less the color. A noise of surprise leaves his lips when you climb over into the driver’s side of the car, his head on instinct whipping around to keep an eye on the road, as he feels your legs surround him on the leather seat.

“Whoa sweetheart, let me pull over first-”

“I thought you liked the thrill of danger, Billy.” You feel his tip brush your slick folds, shivering gently at the contact. He felt his heart hammer and adrenaline spike at what you’re insinuating, liking this side of you. “No, keep driving.” His hand briefly pulls from the shift stick, pulling your body flush against his chest so he can rest his chin on your shoulder, watching the road as you carefully grind your slickened core against his hardened cock. His tip brushes your clit, and an airy moan falls from your lips when you repeat the action. It was only when he grew impatient do you both finally join, wasting no time sinking down his length and gripping at the thick shaft spreading your walls. “Fuck!“

“That’s it, pretty girl. Take it.” The words growl near your ear, rumbling between the contact of your pressed chest and making you clench around him in response.

Stroke me, stroke me

Give me the reason this is all night long

Stroke me, stroke me

(Stroke)

Stroke me, stroke me

Get yourself together boy

Stroke me, stroke me

Say you're a winner but man you're just a sinner now

(Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke)

“Goddamn, you’re so wet.” A chuckle brushes past your ear, choking off when your hips raise and you sink back down onto his length, setting a pace that leaves you both moaning out. His hips twitch and thrust upward to meet each downward motion, your clit grinding against his pelvic bone each time and sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. With this angle, his cock was brushing all the sweet spots deep within you that was maddening and mind numbing all in the same. Words were failing you as you rode him, clinging to his body with each push along his length and a sweetened noise spilling from your lips at each intrusion. “Billy, J-Jesus…Fucking shit…”

“Already cock drunk?” He huffs the question out suddenly, cocky in nature but edged with a hint of need that can only be contributed to the high he’s getting from rising closer and closer to his release. It’s mutual, feeling that edge get closer to where you’re about ready to fall off. It’s quicker than most, but the thrill of the situation was making the pleasure and the experience itself come tenfold. Plus, it was an added bonus just who you were doing this with, the playboy knowing how to toy with your body just with his words alone.

You’d hate to see what it’d be like if he could actually touch you properly right now.

Better listen now

Said it ain't no joke

Don't let your conscience fail ya'

Just do the stroke

Don't ya' take no chances

Keep your eye on top

Do your fancy dances

You can't stop you just

Stroke me, stroke me

The car comes to a stop suddenly, a question lingering on your lips about it until you feel him pressing you against the steering wheel, the horn going off suddenly and making your heartbeat quicken. He fumbles for the seat adjuster after putting it in park, sending the seat backwards and leaving more room within the Camaro than would be imaginable. He man spreads now, smirking up to you from his reclined position in the seat and all you can do is grasp at him before he takes hold of your hips in a vice grip and sends his cock into you like a feral animal. You gasp at the sudden pace change, tears blossoming at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill over at the onslaught of his cock hitting that sweet spot within you. His thumb moves down, rubbing quick, harsh circles in time with his thrust, and you’re done for. Your walls clamp around him and a shrill cry leaves your throat as your orgasm hits like a brick wall. Tears stream down your cheeks and all you can do is hold on as he fucks you through it, seeking his own end and clinging to every noise and sloppy spill of his name that cries out from your lips. Your face buries against his neck, nails dig in through the fabric of his shirt, but it’s not what does him in. Not yet.

“You were right, pretty girl, I was laying claim.” Your walls clamp tightly amidst the pulse of your orgasm, the rhythm that matches your heartbeat thrown off, and sending him to buck his hips up with a low growl and fill you. Body trembling, numb and tired, you collapse against his chest and try to breath in as much air as the space of the car will allow. It’s hot despite the AC, clammy and sticky, but it’s something you never thought you’d love as much as you do now. Never in your wildest dreams would you imagine actually getting to do this with him. Of course, you fantasized what it’d be like to fuck, but never like this, never while he was driving or with the risk of a cop seeing. Never in his car like this. But it’s what made you smile, even when all you can do is lay there and bask in the afterglow. Carefully his hand comes up to your hair, brushing a strand away from your eyes before his lips connect with yours, swallowing the soft moan that follows. It’s nothing like the kiss when he tricked you that day by the pool, nothing like the incident as you had been calling it. It was hot, heavy, and everything that complimented the sex you just had with the California boy. Teeth clashing, tongues playing, and fighting for that dominance that was shared between you two during this whole experience.

“I didn’t think I was ever going to get this chance with how hard to get you were playin’.” He finally mumbled when you pull away, a soft laugh and attempt at a slap to his chest making him grin. “Thought Harrington would get to ya first.”

“I guess you should have asked about Harrington before going through all that trouble to get with me.” You mumble in turn, shaky digits trailing across his sweat-slickened neck before taking a curl and twirling it around your finger. “He’s not my type.”

“Is that so?” He questioned with a growing grin. “Then what is your type?” You pretend to deliberate, giving a soft hmm in false contemplation before you meet those baby blues, still shielded by the tinted aviators. “Flirty jackasses who pretend to drown just to kiss me.”

“Wow, that’s very specific, isn’t it?” He jokes, giving your rear a smack and making you squeak as you will your body to pull away from his. He falls out from your core, the drip of his spend following and gathering between your thighs as you move to fall back on his legs, seated there. He watches your chest heave beneath the material of your shirt, humming softly to himself as his hand traces over your covered breast. “Next time I’m getting all of you on view.”

“Oh, there’s going to be a next time?” You question with a grin, watching that devilish tongue traces his lips, a silent nod sent in your direction.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m laying claim, remember?”

Say you're a winner but man you're just a sinner now

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depressoexpresso-anon · 2 years

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Overheated

Lucien x Reader

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The reader is sick and Lucian tries his best to help them, even though he's afraid of hurting them

No warnings on this one just some fluff

Also, this is a super short one too while I work on other stuff (I talk about it more at the bottom)

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Beep, Beep, Beep!

You were popped out of your sick daze looking at the thermometer in your hands.

"It's 99.9."

You say looking down at your devil that was laying on his stomach on your large bed.

"What's that supposed to mean, angle?"

Lucien said looking up at your standing form.

"It means that I'm sick, sadly."

You say while getting back into the comfy bed.

"Which means that the youngest prince of hell must leave the premises."

Lucien quickly turned over to look you in the eyes with a somewhat offended look on his face.

"Why do I have to leave?!"

"Because I'm sick, Lu Lu."

"So that doesn't mean anything! And besides, I'm comfy right here!"

You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him with your best bitch face you can give.

"Are you giving me shit right now Lucian?"

In return, Lucian couldn't meet your gaze, as his eyes avoided yours.

It was cute in a way, a such large and scary literal demon from hell is intimidated by your small mortal being.

"Hey don't give me that look Y/n, the last time I checked demons can't get sick from your inferior human illnesses. Also, I can give you some comfort and cuddles for these trying times."

You roll your eyes and gave a small chuckle before crawling over to Lucien, The Big Red Demon.

He plopped his head down on the pillows and you crawled on top, laying fully on his chest.

"I didn't know that I'll be this comfy laying Totoro style on your chest."

Lucian looks down on you with a questioning look.

"What is a Totoro?"

"I'll show you on movie night okay-zies."

Lucien hums in acknowledgment as he pets your head this his large clawed hand.

"I hate how small you are angle. Sometimes I feel like I can hurt you with just the smallest touch."

You peered up at your lulu as he was starting to have a saddened look now.

"Well if it helps, I like how big you are. I always feel so protected and warm in your arms, it almost feels addicting."

Lucien starts to smile while rubbing your cheek with his hand, being careful not to scratch you.

"Well if you say so i-"

"Hold that thought!"

You interrupt while practically leaping off Lucien's chest to make a bolt to the bathroom.

Lucien wasn't far behind you, rushing to your aid.

"Hold on angle, I'm coming!"

But in his fast hast to help you while you were throwing up chunks, he ran into the doorframe leaving a nice hole in its wake.

Now in the Y/N household, there was a sick young human and a demon with a large bum starting to form on his head.

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Hey guys! I know it's been a while for a fresh new story, but it is gonna take some time for a long one. So I have this short one I wrote when I was sick a few weeks back. I plan on writing some more big stories and one-shots real soon. Right now I'm currently finishing up the striper Al series with an NSFW chapter and I'm planning on doing a little QnA because I'm gonna be hitting 50 followers. And I know that seems like a small number but it really means a lot to me. I also have been wanting to do commissions too! And they would not just be for the YV community but other fandoms as well.

But all and all thank you for your patience and as always thank you for reading!

Love you ❤🧡💛💚💙🖤💜

#Spotify #yuurivoice #yuurivoice fanfic #yuurivoice lucien #ALSO EXTRA NOTES EXPLAINING INPORTANT SHIT AT THE BOTTOM!!!

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shinygiratinite · 1 year

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dumps of doodles.

me post haircut and some ocs. In order Ceres is my original oc, Syrup my wol (updated), My version of Faithful from Goodboy Audios "Bastard Warrior" series and a doodle of Jude (listener oc for YV's big red demon Lucien)

#itsa me lincoobus #giratinitesketchbook #doodles #giratiniteocs #giratinitewol

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tokensbossh · 2 years

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The 2nd Largest Star of the Milky Way Galaxy, VY Canis Majoris, is about to die

The 2nd Largest Star in the Milky Way Galaxy is Dying: The Star 1500 Times Larger than the Sun, VY Canis Majoris, is about to die. Scientists from the University of Arizona will examine the death of the star YV Canis Majoris, which is more than 1500 times larger than Earth, through the model. The model under development will also offer a clear idea of the star's appearance. VY Canis Majoris, located in the Big Dog constellation and one of the largest stars discovered in the universe to date, has been studied by scientists for a long time. However, the reviews that have been made in real time until today are now being carried to the virtual environment thanks to technology. Scientists from the University of Arizona announced that they are developing the model of the star YV Canis Majoris, which is about 3,840 light years away. The developed model will be used to predict how the massive star, which falls into the category of red supergiant star, will die.

Another question mark about the stars will be solved

The lives of stars and the stages they go through is one of the topics that is still discussed in the scientific world. Although it is known that the stars generally follow a certain order, it is still not known exactly how red supergiants such as VY Canis Majoris die. Some people think that these stars explode (supernova) like other stars. Scientists at the University of Arizona also want to eliminate this question mark. In this context, scientists collected the radio waves of gas and dust scattered from the star with the world's most powerful telescope ALMA. While a total of more than one terabyte of data has been obtained to date, it is stated that the processing of this data continues. With the processing of the data, it will be revealed how the star looks and how it can eventually die. VY Canis Majoris, also known as VY CMa, is a red supergiant star in the constellation Canis Major and is one of the largest known stars in the universe. Its radius is 1.420±120 radii of the sun.

VY Canis Majoris and its complexity

The UA team, led by AP Singh, chose VY Canis Majoris as the perfect model for the red hypergiants they wanted to learn more about. The star is characterized by dimensions between 10,000 and 15,000 Astronomical Units. This means it would be 10,000 to 15,000 times Earth today from the Sun. Its size and proximity to our Solar System make it an excellent candidate for observation. With good observational data, astronomers can see the complexity of the star's surface. One of the fundamental processes in the death of a star is mass loss. This process happens when gas and dust are pushed out of the star's photosphere. The AU researchers then used ALMA to catalog the radio signals caused by the space-launched material of VY Canis Majoris. Containing sulfur dioxide, silicon dioxide and sodium chloride, this material will make it possible to detect the speed at which it moves.

We are waiting for the real model

To do this, the scientists had to align all 48 ALMA plates and collect more than a terabyte of data to extract the information. Processing all this data still involves researchers. However, its preliminary results were presented to the American Astronomical Society in mid-June. With subsequent data, they will be able to describe an even better model of the appearance of one of the galaxy's largest stars. And this pattern of what will happen to a red hypergiant the day before, in the last spasms of his life, may have a chance to be tested when VY Canis Majoris dies. The study, published in The Astrophysical Journal Letters, can be found here. Read the full article

#Space

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doomspaniels · 4 years

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how’s the special girls special nose doing?

Yvaine's follow-up is next week. She's still dripping red stuff out of her nostril occasionally, but when I called the internist yesterday they said we should just continue her antibiotics/anti-inflammatories and come in as scheduled. (She *did* have a big lump cut out of there, with no stitches.)

Yv is doing a little more playing, which is always good to see. The Spaniels are wrassling as they run outside, and Yvaine is demanding tussling from me several times a day, as long as I'm not obviously coughing myself to exhaustion. She's considerate that way.

I'm still looking forward to seeing the pathology report, to see how a laboratory writes up "we know no one has ever seen this before, but we're quite sure it's a canine nasal lipoma."

#ask #Yvaine #snoot #medical miracle #nasal lipoma

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jayalaw · 4 years

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Doomsday Of Yule: Toothless And The Nanodragon

@fellowshipofthedragons @yv-sketches @thepotatoreader @readerofthewilderwest @kingofthewilderwest

Twelve Things Toothless Should Not Eat, Part Two:

Toothless had been left in the dark, without any morsel to eat. His ribs started showing, and his tail went limp. When he was tossed into Hiccup’s arms, it was like a godsend.

Of course, he was happy to see his human and angry at being left alone for so long. So he hugged his human with his tiny arms for saving him, and angry that he had needed to be saved. Then he ran all over Hiccup, to show gratitude in a flash of red and green.

Food came, often creamy, and crawling with dragons. Toothless tried to have the creamy sauces, but something about knowing that his kind were cooked with the chicken put him off his appetite. His stomach growled, for mackerel and for that taste of rabbit blood that was so dangerous to get. He wanted Hiccup’s father to come, to save them and leave tender morsels of oysters behind.

Could his human blame him for wanting to eat something alive and wiggly? Nanodragons weren’t as big as rabbits or cats, and the so-called king had tender meat. Toothless could taste it as he chewed on the little dragon. Small like a cricket, and rubbing against his throat the same.

Toothless wished that he could have swallowed the nanodragon. It would have been his first real meal after the Romans had captured him. But Hiccup said to keep it alive, so they could escape, and Hiccup was right.

One day, though, Ziggerastica would not have to save them from a yucky Roman fortress. Then Toothless would pounce.

#twelvedaysofdoom #doomsdayofyule2019 #twelvedaysofdoomsday2019 #book toothless

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lyzolkomultiverseiii · 4 years

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Vanna Youngstein : designing, favorite fairy tales, and what is was like to be our guest teacher for January’s Refashion Workshop with Fosterpride NYC.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Interview with designer Vanna Youngstein for Multiverseiii blog

Vanna teaches a Refashion How to workshop with us!

@vannakitty

Lyz : Where are you from and when did you move to NYC?

Vanna Youngstein: I'm from London and moved to New York around 10 years ago — but I go back to London for long periods of time, as I love both cities.

Lyz : When did you start your line? Did you intend to start as a full line or did you just want to create some tees?

VY: I started my line a few years ago. I made the first tee for myself, and when I would wear it, everyone would shout out to me in the street asking about the shirt. I would be styling a shoot and people on set would be asking me where they could buy the tee. I eventually started making them and I put the first one in a music video that I styled — it really took off from there.

Lyz : What is the first shirt you made?

VY: The first t-shirt I made was "Cherry Baby" — the classic one with red flock on a white baby tee. I was really focused on those two words and wanted to start my brand with just one tee. Then I quickly made the baby blue and red version and the baby pink and red version.

Lyz : Your designs are all text based and so perfect for the brand. “Cherry Baby”, “Atomic”, “Tokyo Princess”, “Cara Mia”, “Stellar”..... What do these words mean to you and how did you come up with the aesthetic representation for the tanks?

VY: Thank you! I use mostly text based designs, but I do some cartoons and other images as well. I think about the words I’m going to use for a while before I make them into a tee - It’s something that has to feel right and be true to the feeling created so far. I am constantly researching and going over inspirations, themes and ideas, and then they just gradually come from there. Some phrases stick with me over the years, or I think about what my customers would want to wear at that moment in the year. “Cara Mia” for example is what Gomez calls Morticia in The Addams Family so that always stuck with me. The words/slogans always end up being quite cheeky or romantic or punchy. I try to mix tomboy and feminine together a lot and I like to work with mixing retro and modern techniques together. The Stellar tee has sparkle letters as well as heat press studs. I try to use deadstock tees where possible.

Lyz: What did you study in college and where did you go?

VY: I studied Fashion Design at the University of the Creative Arts.

Lyz : What jobs did you have prior to doing your line full time?

VY: I have always worked in fashion since I was about 16! My first job was working a Saturday job at a cool little shop in Portobello Road in London. Before doing my line, I designed for other large labels in New York and Japan and I am still a stylist.

LYZ : Top 10 favorite movies?

VY:

1- The Godfather 2- Pretty Woman 3- Life Lessons 4- Rocky 5- Vanilla Sky 6- Betty Blue 7- Chungking Express (second part) 8- Jackie Brown 9- Desperately Seeking Susan 10- Goodfellas 11- True Romance (I can't stick to ten!)

LYZ : Top 10 Favorite cartoon characters?

YV:

1- Bambi 2- Jessica Rabbit 3- Betty Boop 4- Snow White 5- Red 6. Count Duckula 7- Toodles Galore 8- Roger Rabbit 9- Ariel 10- Big Bad Wolf

LYZ : Pixar — yes or no?

VY: Yes but I’m a Classic Disney movie girl. I really like Ratatouille and Toy Story though!

LYZ: Favorite colors?

VY: Blue, Baby Pink, Silver.

LYZ: Top 10 Favorite books?

VY:

The Avocado Baby by John Burningham Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte Frankenstein by Mary Shelley Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare The Godfather by Mario Puzo Une Famille by Cleo Le Tan 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

The Rare and The Beautiful by Cressida Connolly The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

LYZ : Favorite fairy tales?

VY : Princess and the Pea, Snow White and Rose Red, Rapunzel, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Little Red Riding Hood.

LYZ: You have collaborated with some big hitting brands like X Girl Japan, Agnes B and Opening Ceremony — how does that feel, and is there a dream collab you want to do?

VY : it feels amazing to have collaborated with those brands that I have looked up to since I was really young. It is truly a dream come true to work with them! I have a new, even bigger collection coming out with X-Girl next summer that I am currently working on. My future dream collabs would be Hysteric Glamour, Chanel and Miu Miu.

FH: How did you come about teaching an artist “How to…….” workshop with Fosterpride? What was your lesson plan?

VY : Lyz Olko who is a good friend of mine and who actually founded the “Refashion Workshop” series kindly asked me if I would be interested in teaching a workshop on making tees, and I thought it was a great idea — so we brainstormed together and I decided to do a Puffy Paint workshop. I thought it could be a fun medium to base a class around. It is an easy way of making t-shirts look retro and modern simultaneously. I really was inspired by the work already done by Fosterpride in their workshops. My lesson plan was to start with a brief background on my inspirations and how I go about designing tees. Then I wanted it to be based around everyone experimenting and using different appliqués to enhance their designs.

LYZ : The booklets you made for the class are amazing.

VY : Thank you so much! I really wanted to make a zine-like booklet to go along with the course that had various images that I felt were inspiring and tied everything together. There were pictures of Kelis, Neneh Cherry, The Runaways, and Thora Birch in Ghost World all wearing cult tees mixed with various puffy paint or knitted 80s and 90s sweaters from eBay. I wanted to show memorable images that have inspired me mixed with different techniques and ways of creating a tee. I included a few pages of people wearing my t-shirts, and I had a page for puffy paint tips. The last page was a large blank t-shirt for designing your own tee before you start.

Check out pics from our workshop here!

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