#and then presumably just. fucks off again over the ocean.

[unopenablebox]

can you believe it took me until now to learn that angmar is in the far north of middle-earth. like well north of rivendell. i swear i really did read the appendices as a kid but clearly i did not retain from them a damn thing

[monzamash]

lando norris x you rating – mature (sex, coarse language) blurb for monzamusings ✨

“honey, you need to be quiet.”

lando’s head nearly spun off his shoulders at your stern warning, quickly catching his pouty bottom lip between his front teeth, “no no no…” he whined with burning forearms and a sheen of sweat covering his brow.

you don’t know how you ended up in the study of daniel riccardo’s la mansion, riding the man you swore was only a hook-up, on what looked like a stupidly expensive vintage leather lounge. presumably imported from italy, hiding generations of history and secrets – your sinful act now forever stitched into the frayed seams.

or maybe it was the way he stepped into the dimly-lit backyard with that handsome fucking face and a backwards cap; the loosely buttoned down shirt didn't hurt either, showing off prime real estate on his chest you so desperately wanted to mark. his hazel eyes scanned the room before he found yours staring back.

it didn't take long for him to end up by your side and temporarily ease the tension only the two of you could feel. the familiar hand sliding down your back had you tingling, chills cascading down your exposed back while his warm fingertips barely brushed over your hip. he pressed a friendly kiss to your cheek, said hello and it was pathetic, really, the way you curled into his touch, aching already.

"good to see you."

"and you. congrats on the win."

"thank you."

short, to the point. no funny business, just two people having a conversation and telepathically undressing each other.

totally under control.

but really when you zeroed in on the details, the most likely reason for your spontaneous fuck in daniel's study was undoubtedly his teasing lips hovering beside your ear, warm breath tickling your delicate skin as he whispered, “thought of you a lot after the win back in my hotel room.”

there was something innately wicked about lando norris and how quickly he could have you tied in knots behind closed doors, quivering into his calloused fingertips. and with anyone else, you’d be mortified by how quickly you came, arched into his heaving chest while his lips floated beside your ear, spurring you on. but you were both equally hooked on each other, fucked beyond the "casual" label.

“ah baby you feel so good.” lando whimpered through gritted teeth as you fished his cock out of his tight briefs, slid him in with a soft hum and took control. he clawed at your delicious hips rolling over him, again and again, sending him into another dimension entirely.

he looked almost angelic with his ocean eyes clamped shut, eyelashes fluttering over his freckled cheeks as every surge of pleasure twitched at his knitted brows. you knew he was nearing the end of his tether when his pink lips slightly parted and nostrils flared; the deep grumble of pleasure changing from rough and calculated to soft, high pitched whimpers. it was his tell and you’d loved it from the second you heard it – it was desperate, almost adolescent but god it made you shudder with pleasure every time without fail.

“close, honey?”

“uh-huh,” he panted, eyes shut and death gripping your shaking thighs.

“want you to come inside me.”

“uh-huh. yep. god, yes please.” oh, he was detonating.

“feel so full, lan – let me take it,” you coaxed and ran your fingertips along the intricate muscles dancing under the skin of his tensed neck, admiring until his jaw slacked open. maybe you were a bit hasty to cover his mouth with your firm hand, gasping when you met a set of wide, shocked eyes looking up at you.

“baby i’m so sorry.” you pouted but held the pace you knew he needed to get off and he nodded in time with the steamy whimpers he was muffling into palm of your hand.

“you’re so good to me.” he managed to mumble before his strong arm slipped around your waist to hold you down, bottoming out in your slick, tight cunt as he shakily bucked through the blinding white light.

lando frantically hummed praise and adoration in a voice an octave higher than yours as he painted your insides, nipping every inch on your damp neck as he floated down from the clouds, dazed smile etched into that look you knew all too well.

“they won't miss us for another five.”

a//n – y'all bamboozled me right at the end with the poll and i'd already finished writing this one but needy friends to lovers lando will be out soon i promise x

[batfamscreaming]

Once again trapped in trying to figure out what Wayne Industries actually Does. "Everything!" yeah sure but they had to get there somehow. Amazon was an online bookstore at first there was a lot of very rapid growth between then and now.

Usually I hear that they started as a shipping business which makes sense when Gotham is 90% waterfront, but at some point they had to transition from just shipping other people's things to shipping things they made as well. I suppose if they started making their own transports for shipping (starting with their own steamboats and later trains and cars) that would make sense. Maybe in the industrial revolution they even bought their own steel mill upon getting tired of having fluctuating prices or a steel shortage and just deciding they were going to get their own damn steel and sell the extra instead. If they chose to manufacture higher quality steel instead of cheapest possible steel that's also laying the groundwork for them to be well liked by their customers. Not railroad barons but making the steel to lay the railroad and build the trains. It's the 1800s so they have a couple patented medicines by then as well that are.... not really medicine but no one has officially noticed yet. They ship their own chemicals out west for a good time.

In 1880s Alan Wayne makes the building that becomes Wayne Tower?? Which I think is much too early, but apparently we were building sky scrapers in 1888 so business must have been booming I fucking guess. This is also the man that has them go corporate.

Of course the railroads start to fall out with the growth of cars and car lobbying. They are still used along with boats for transport but with railroads not being built as much and not being maintained and the union wars, Wayne Industries has to make a pivot somewhere to stay in the race. The family can have a lot of personal money but the business itself is still going strong in Gotham even before Bruce takes over.

I guess if they're already in shipping, they're probably importing as well by then. They may have started with steamboats but then in WWI and WWII all steel factories started producing things for the war efforts, surely they made a couple big ships by then capable of crossing the Atlantic, if they weren't already in oceanic shipping by then. It lets them ride out the great depression because of government maritime subsidies that were a little out of control until the new deal kicked in. That would've also presumably kept WI employees working in the depression and cemented them harder in the city as smaller businesses closed around them.

The patented medicine starts shifting to actual generics that are a little less Heroic post 1918.

Maybe at around that point was when WI started manufacturing... sort of everything. You get your ships, and all the things on board that you need to run a ship. You get your ovens and stoves and big pots and your radar and hell your sailors can even buy their boots and uniforms from us.

When WWII ends they shift back to transporting other people's goods but also maybe more luxury vehicles as well. Cruise services. Some nicer kitchen installations. Kitchens on land even. Get a nice WI electric mixer. Get your waterfront boots. Get your generic ibuprofen.

At that point we're closer to Martha and Thomas' era and they're just... Along for the ride I guess. Thomas is a figurehead CEO. He's off doing medical school and mostly just shows up for formalities, while Martha works in the Wayne Foundation (either the only thing Thomas really made or opened in the 60s to try and get Gotham really booming) as a charity liason. They're still not really celebrities as much as a charismatic couple in high circles. WI doesn't need them to function. It's basically just funding them as they do their own things.

And then the murders happen

And then Bruce, over eighteen, shows up having inherited the figurehead CEO title and his entire family's controlling stock in WI, and announces they're going to be doing things his way now.

The CEO/Board of directors is supposed to do things in the best interest of their stock holders.

If Bruce is the controlling stock holder, they do what he says his best interest is.

[wol-fica]

-𝕊𝕙𝕖-

pairings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - before jenna ortega became a huge actress and held the world in her hand, she only had you

warnings - angst, high schoolers lol, all characters are 18 and up :)

an - school au! senior year for these babies, new series?

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You hooked up with Jenna Ortega.

Big statement to say, but it’s very very true. How it happened though, well that’s a long story. It dates back to when you were both seniors in highschool….

———Past———

You were a dream girl; straight A's, decently pretty, wasn't talkative yet everyone ended up having a conversation with you, just all around good. You were the girl everyone wanted to be friends with, the girl that guys would fawn over and other girls would envy for your vigorous reputation. But alas, that's only the shell that people saw.

In reality, you were someone a mom would scold you for hanging out with because you’re so risky. When you were nine, you climbed a telephone pole and did the macarena sitting on top of it. At fourteen, you somehow hot wired your fathers car and proceeded to crash it, breaking only a toe. And now, at the ripe age of eighteen, you have caused your entire family to move from Miami to Coachella Valley; what a big jump.

It wasn't your intention to almost burn down the school just because you got into a fight and your first defensive measure was to whip out a lighter attached to a can of hairspray and try to turn poor Greta Stone into a Doctor

Phil look-a-like just because she called your brother a fag.

You liked to say it was an accident.

But expulsion was given and boy were your parents angry, so angry that they hopped a few states and ended up in a small town full of party people.

Your brother, Theo, was so disappointed in you that he called you a "queer failure".

"I am not a 'Queer Failure'!" You snarled, mocking your brother's voice.

"But you are, and that is a tragedy." Theo replied, his nose buried in a picture of Rob Lowe.

He was already engorged in a magazine from the local drug store that he didn't even realize he was spilling his Pepsi, which you found of the utmost amusing.

"Will both of you please stop bickering? You've been nipping at each other for so long you didn't even notice we are here." Your mother said, scolding you both..

You peered out the window, your y/e/c eyes focusing on the large familiar building. It was already busy with people, some rushing through the doors while others loitered around their cars and by the bike parking area.

You frowned, but got out of the car with your usual calm demeanor. Theo followed suit, hopping out with what he would call a 'gay swing', and strutted off into the ocean of high-smoked teenagers to presumably get a buzz.

"Behave, okay? I don't want a call again." Your mother said through the car window, smiling warmly at you.

"I'll try mom." You replied, leaning down to kiss her cheek before you walked off.

It was a normal thing for teachers to call home about your behavior; you always ended up being reckless and snappy with everyone and everything you come across. 

But that's just how you are.

With your bag loosely hung over your shoulder and your head held high, you lazily walked towards the school, ignoring the looks you received from passersby.

See, your wardrobe was different from most girls. You didn't wear any of the typical sundresses or skinny jeans with floral shirts, you wore guys clothes, nike shorts with hoodies and converses, no matter the weather. Not trying to peg yourself as ‘i’m not like other girls’, but you were definitely a heavy masc.

As you walked in, you noticed a pair of three girls ogling a guy walking past. He had blonde curly hair styled back into a mullet, with matching denim jacket and jeans, and a white button down. A cigarette hung loosely between his lips, completely disregarding school rules as he went towards the parking lot.

'Typical lazy fuck.' You thought as you passed by.

You eventually made it into the school, and proceeded to head straight for your locker as you didn't need any interaction with anyone here. You fumbled with the lock and it's nerving combination before successfully opening it. You took out your assortment of books and binders, placing them neatly on the top shelf before hanging up your backpack.

You were so engrossed in organizing your locker that you almost missed a certain latina girl walking out of the bathroom. Your eyes snapped to her and followed her down the hall to three lockers down from your own.

That girl was Jenna Ortega, the prime jewel of your highschool, or so you liked to think. She was drop dead gorgeous in your opinion, with wavy brown hair that framed her beautifully freckled face, chocolate brown eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, and slightly tanned skin that looked warm and inviting. She was the girl that you first fell in love with, and probably the last.

You first met Jenna when you were outside fixing your bike in the driveway; Jenna happened to go a different route on her morning walk and had noticed you working your ass off in the California sun. She stopped to say hello and introduced herself seeing that you were new to the neighborhood.

Ever since that day, you couldn't stop thinking about her.

Jenna’s heart belonged to no one, but that still didn’t mean should or even could make a move.You didn't mind, it was actually easier to just admire and imagine instead of embarrassing yourself with a potential rejection.

Doesn’t mean that you still yearned to be with her.

"Hey Y/n!"

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a voice you knew almost instantly, your body turning to the short girl.

"Hey Jenna." You replied smoothly, though your heart was running forty miles a second from the voice of a girl who could easily end your life with a wink.

“How was your weekend?” She asked, looking up at your with the most gorgeous eyes you’ve ever seen, “Was it enjoyable?”

“Meh, it was alright.” You said, grabbing your binder out of your locker, “How was yours?”

“It was relaxing, just what I needed.”

You hummed and nodded, reaching down to grab your water bottle, “Did you need something from me?”

"I was wondering if you had anything to do after school today? I need to study for my chemistry quiz and you are the only person who I trust to help me get it done." Jenna asked, toying with her fingers.

Truthfully, Jenna didn't need help studying for her chemistry test, she actually didn't need help studying at all due to the fact that there wasn't a chemistry test. She just wanted to spend time with her friend, the one she couldn't get her mind off of for some reason.

See, she found you to be one of the utmost unique. From your cinnamon brown skin, to your silky hair that was always pulled back into the cutest pony tail. Jenna saw you as the prime reason to why she questioned her sexuality.

But she wouldn't tell you that, she wouldn't tell anyone that.

"Uh...sure, I don't have anything to do today." You muttered, shutting your locker.

"Awesome! Want me to drive you there?" Jenna asked, smiling brightly, which you found entirely cute.

"Whatever works best for you."

Jenna whooped and threw her arms around your neck, burying her face in your green sweater. She loved the smell of her undying crush, finding that your scent was that of coffee and morning air, far better than any candle or air freshener she could buy.

"I'll see you later!" She said, leaning back to smile at you for a moment before hurrying off to her first class.

You watched her go, smiling to yourself as the girl of your dreams waved to every person she saw. Times like these made you question whether love was a feeling or a curse, especially since your heart thumped for one of the most famous upcoming actresses ever.

What a predicament you were in.

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[violetscanfly]

I doodled a bunch of a little mermaid au stuff last night with no intention to post it but now I'm posting it anyway and making it your problem

This is not even all of it, gonna post the rest later

Gonna ramble about this under the cut cause even tho it started as I wanna draw wwx as merfolk it somehow developed somewhat of a plot??

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

So the beginning is pretty self explanatory but some background stuff would be the Jiang and Wen are merfolk but the Wen were discovered by humans and hunted down to just the remnants that wwx protects in canon, and the Jiang (and presumably other underwater clans I haven't thought about) also shun the Wen remnants and blame them for being discovered. Wwx disagreed with the others about the Wen being responsible of their own demise and left the Jiang to live with them. They aren't in danger anymore though, otherwise wwx wouldn't just fuck off to the surface even if he would come back.

The Lan, Jin and Nie clans are human and the characters hold similar social statuses as in canon. (Also I was just drawing with no idea about the world and just wanting to forward the story and the clothes definitely reflect that being western but the hairstyles being from canon and the Lans still having their ribbons and such.)

Wwx meets and saves lwj similar to the mousehouse version, but him turning human doesn't involve a third party or a time limit because his goal isn't to be human full time. He does a ritual that turns him human but it requires a sacrifice in exchange and he gives his voice. He can turn back at will but if he does he'll have to do the ritual all over again to change into a human again. His voice also returns when he's in his original form.

Wwx has seen lwj before saving him and has a little crush and after saving him he finds lwj's ribbon floating around in the ocean and not knowing the importance of it takes it as a lil memento of him. (Hence lwj in the sketches not having it.)

Also the merfolk are a lot more fishy than the average fairytale mermaids, with having gills, webbed hands etc, and due to gills wwx can't stay above the surface for long unless he's neck deep in water, same with speaking, he can speak above the surface for a bit until he runs out of air.

So after lwj finds human!wwx on the beach thinking he's been washed up from a shipwreck he brings wwx home and they find ways to communicate, he teaches wwx to write and they both learn sign language together and go on cute dates and have a good time and fall in love. Lxc is happy for his little brother but also worried because their uncle had been planning on an engagement for lwj and mm and is not happy about wwx suddenly popping up.

That's about it around these drawings, there'll be more to come later. This turned out way longer than I thought but if you read the whole thing I hope you had fun.

[hargrove-brainrot]

| Surf’s Up |

🌶️a smutty jj maybank x fem! reader🌶️

SUMMARY:

you and the pogues finally returned home after being presumed dead by the entire city of outerbanks. you might as well say you were on house arrest, but you wouldn’t be trapped for long. jj called you up and asked for some company, and from that point forward, many secrets were revealed…

⚠️‼️TRIGGER WARNINGS‼️⚠️:

detailed smut, cussing, teasing in public (on the beach), missionary and doggystyle sex, oral (male and female receiving), throat fucking, unprotected sex, pull out method (kinda unsuccessful), a small bit of trauma (mainly jj’s)

…………………………………………………………………………

it was another day back at the outer banks. you had just returned home from after being stranded on an island for months with the gang. everyone back at home thought you were dead. so you were basically held captive by your parents.

your phone buzzes suddenly. you pick it up. it’s a text from jj.

“are you busy?”

you feel a tingling sensation in your body. jj is so god damn attractive to you. everything about him. you reply;

“no… why?”

“you don’t think i’m feeling a bit lonely? i don’t have parents anymore. you don’t think i could use some company?”

you roll your eyes. he’s always been snappy towards you like this, and you never understood why…

you reply to him;

“fine, but there’s no promise that i won’t get caught. where are you?”

“at the same shit hole im always at”

you pick your head up and look around, making sure there’s no one to see you slip out your window. your feet plant on the ground as you land. you slip under the fence and sneak away, praying that your parents didn’t see you.

…………………………………………………………………………

you arrive at jj’s house. it’s small, beat up, and no one’s been in it in months. you hear jj working on his motor bike near the tall tree. he hears your footsteps in the grass and turns around.

“finally”

you scoff back at him.

“someone’s in a good mood”

jj chuckles.

“you know, at least you bite back. most other girls’ve just cried about it”.

you’re a little confused by that statement, but you don’t question it. 

“so… what do you wanna do?”

“well i was thinking we could go hit the tide, and then get mad and break shit again, you know, the good stuff”

you chuckle under your breath.

“breaking shit and getting mad would probably do me some good, honestly”

jj stands up and steps closer to you, grinning a bit. you’re expression is one of skepticism.

“…what?”

jj pauses for a minute. his warm expression is replaced with his usual stern look.

“does it matter? now come on”

he slings himself over his bike and revs the engine loudly. knowing him, he does it all on purpose. you jump at the sudden noise and scoff again. 

“stop it!!!”

you sling yourself behind him and giggle again. he can’t help but grin a little, but he’s to stubborn to let you see it.

…………………………………………………………………………

jj stops the bike abruptly as you arrive at another shore, not too far from his house. you hop off the bike with him. 

the weather isn’t very welcoming, and neither is the ocean. the sky is gray, and the air is cold. the ocean is stirred up with aggressive waves slapping the shore. 

“come on, get out there!”, jj nudges you.

“uhh, i don’t know man, it looks pretty dangerous”.

“fine, be a pussy, stay on the beach”.

jj pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the side. he then picks up his surf board and holds it over his shoulder. he jogs out to the water.

all the while, you can’t help but stare. he’s so attractive, and he knows it well by now. you wish his back was covered in your scratches, and your body was covered in his marks. 

you manage to get your head out of the gutter for just a minute and warn him of the water. 

“jayj! it’s pretty risky lookin’!”, you shout.

“ah come onnnnn, what do i have to lose? my house? my parents? cuz i already lost those!”.

he laughs loudly. you start laughing with him.

“i mean, you’re not wrong! we’re pogues!”

you trot out to the water with him with your surfboard resting over your shoulder. you continue to run past him into the waves. 

“…you little shit”, jj mutters, grinning widely. he rolls his eyes and jogs slowly behind you. he suddenly turns the other way when he sees a swirl start to form. 

you look behind you, wondering where jj went. you look over and see that he’s already caught a wave. and he’s smiling right at you while he glides through it.

“jj!!! you suck!!!”

he laughs down at you and then slips off the board and gets swallowed by the wave. you laugh hysterically.

“that’s what you get, asshole!”, you laugh.

however, jj hasn’t appeared yet. you start to get worried. 

“jj…”. you mutter. “jj?!”. you start to shout now. “jayj!! please talk to me!!!”

you squeal suddenly as jj pops up behind you and shoves you in the water.

“JJ!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE STUCK IN THE RIP CURRENT!!!!”

you slap him back playfully. he grabs your arm and pulls you back into him. you’re both so close to each other. 

you look at jj deeply for a moment, and he does the same. he takes in your body, looking down every inch of it. your eyes remain locked on his. jj eventually looks back up at you.

“uh- um”. he clears his throat nervously. “i don’t know what that was, uh…”. his cheeks flush with redness. 

“why are you so red…?”, you ask, smirking a bit. “don’t fuckin’ think about it”, jj murmurs, “it’s just sunburn”. “sunburn, huh?”, you smirk playfully.

jj sighs, “shut up”. 

that was it. the moment you’ve been longing all this time. he pulls you in and kisses you hard. you’re shocked at the sudden movement, but you ease into it shortly. you pull away slowly with him. 

“look who’s sunburnt now…”, jj said lowly.

you continue to look at him, more shyly this time. you shiver as you feel his hand run down your spine. his smirk grows wider.

“you’re so fuckin’ cute”.

he kisses you harder this time, holding your neck gently. he feels your throat vibrate in his hand as you kiss him. he pulls away and looks you in the eyes. he feels just as nervous but also… turned on.

you nibble your lip gently as he stares into your eyes. that’s all it took for jj to grow wild. he smacks your ass and kisses you even more intensely. he quickly pulls away and then picks you up out of the water.

“jj!! what are you- what are you doing?!”

he keeps walking with you in his arms.

“imma fuck the shit outta you when we get home. that’s what i’m doing”

you blush profusely, but you can’t help but love his roughness. you feel wetter already.

“wait- home? what home?” you ask, “cus we sure as hell can’t go to my place. and… you don’t have one…”

jj pauses for a minute.

“we’ll just… go to the chateau…”

“oh hell no!”. you shake your head.

“ahhh come onnnn, where else?”, jj whines.

“um, literally anywhere EXCEPT john b’s bed?”, you state.

“why not? ‘guess you’ve never heard him and sarah. they go at it like animals”.

he laughs hysterically as you smack his shoulder. 

“EXACTLY!!! so we could be rolling in someone else’s… you know…”, you trail off.

“cum?”

you widen your eyes at him. “i don’t know where you get the nerve to say some of this shit out loud”

“cum see, cum sah”, jj mocks. 

you sigh and facepalm yourself at his teasing. 

“c’mon, sweetheart”.

jj pats the seat in front of him.

“you comin’ or not?”

a smirk grows on your face.

“well, yeah… i probably will”.

“well not if you stand there and gawk”, he adds. he reaches out and tugs your waist gently. “sit in front o’ me”.

you sit in front of him on the bike. your ass is pressed against his groin. you can feel how hard he is already. you smirk wider at the feeling.

“you feel how hard it is?”, jj murmurs in your ear, “let’s see how ready you are…”

he slides his hand slowly up your inner thigh. he squeezes it when he notices your body tense up under his touch.

“what’s the matter?”, jj murmurs, “it’s just me”.

you gasp quietly as jj’s hand slips under your bikini. his thumb rubs against your clit and teases your cunt as he feels your wetness. he groans in your ear.

“shit, we ‘otta get you home, you’re so fuckin ready”. jj revs the bikes engine and speeds to the chateau.

…………………………………………………………………………

jj parks his bike abruptly in front of john b’s house. you sling yourself off the bike and walk towards the house. jj runs up behind you and tosses you over his shoulder.

he hears you squeal as he lifts you off the ground and can’t help but tease you.

“someone’s horny…”

you realize what he said and squeal again.

“stop itttt!!!”. jj slaps your ass and then sets you down for a moment to open the front door. he picks you up again before you can run away.

he tosses you down on the bed and immediately kisses you hard, over and over. he hardly gives you time to breathe between his kisses. he grunts as he pulls away quickly, running his hands down your body as he stands up straight. he starts pulling off his shorts.

“wow… we’re going at it already?”, you purr.

“nope”, jj states as his shorts drop off his legs. he pumps his cock a couple times.

you’re curious as to what he means. at the same time, your mouth waters at how hard his cock already is.

“get on your knees, girl”, he uttered, “you know what this means…”

you bite your lip and glance back at him after he says that. you slide off the bed and lower yourself in front of his cock. he slowly grips your hair and tilts your head upwards, forcing you to look at him. you give him a little pouty look.

“what’s wrong?”, you ask, ”are you nervous?”

“nervous? no”, he shakes his head.

you raise an eyebrow. “…you sure?”.

“hell no- i mean, yes, i mean- i’m not nervous”. jj gulps and throws his head back. “i’ve done this before”, he adds.

you let out a soft chuckle. “okay… sure”. you scoot closer to jj’s cock until it hovers just in front of your lips. you look back up at him. he’s definitely blushing.

“c’mon, suck me dry”, jj says lowly. 

you feel him pull you towards it. you slowly open your lips over it and take in his length. you whine as he suddenly pulls your hair and shoves his length down your throat the rest of the way. jj’s breath shudders.

“f-fu- fuck- ooooohhh…”, he breathes. his body is tense as he tries not to cum immediately. even though he’s a stubborn ass, he wants to savor this night with you.

after just moments of you bobbing your head back and forth on his cock, jj thrusts his hips forward. it throws you off guard, and you squeal around his hard.

“i’m gonna fuck your mouth, babe-“.

he makes hard thrusts into your mouth. it doesn’t go on for too long, but it’s enough to leave you out of breath. his balls slap against your chin, and you let out accidental slurping noises. he growls lowly as his head is thrown back, completely lost in lust.

jj pulls out of your mouth right afterwards and winces quietly at how sensitive it is. he was so close to cumming down your throat, but he wanted to wait until he was inside you. 

“get on the bed, honey”, jj groaned, “i’m gonna fuck the shit outta you just like i said”.

you bite your lip while looking up at him and then slide yourself back on the bed. jj slaps your ass as half of your body is dangling off the mattress. he grips your waist kisses your back a few times and pauses.

“we should get this outta the way”, he murmured in your ear, as he pulled the strings loose on your bikini. he squeezes your ass as your crouched below him, completely naked now.

meanwhile, the coil of arousal in your core is tightening more and more. you look up at jj with a slight pout in your expression. he finds it adorable.

“turn on your back”, he orders.

you don’t even question it. you want him inside you as soon as possible. so you do exactly that.

his mouth waters as he glances down at your pussy, staring at it with a smirk. he makes eye contact with you again and then kneels down and licks up and down between your hole and your clit.

“mmmm… so fuckin’ good”, jj muffles against your folds, “your pussy’s so damn good”. your legs tense as his voice vibrates against your clit. he notices and stands back up, his cock bobbing in the air.

“fuck this”.

jj growls as he leans over you.

“i’m not waiting”.

he presses his cock between your folds. you whine as your pussy squelches with wetness. he grabs your hips and drives only the tip inside you. he feels you clench around it and slides one of his hands around your neck.

“be patient.”, he seethes. he bites your neck hard as he slides the rest of the way in.

“ohhhhh shit!”, you moan loudly as he abruptly drives his cock inside you. he mashes his body against your bare chest and keeps his face against your neck. he whispers naughty things in your ear as he thrusts away.

“be a good fuckin girl, take this cock… oh my goddd…”

jj starts to thrust a little faster and presses himself further against your tits. he smiles wickedly as he hears you squeal.

“jayj- oh my- fuck!”

your arms latch onto jj’s back and dig into his skin. he grunts as you do that and thrusts harder and faster.

“so god damn naughty”

jj sits up away from your face and starts jerking your hips more aggressively. he moans and grunts with each thrust, and so do you.

“your cock is so good, ohhhhh shitttt!”

you suddenly fall dangerously close to your high. jj feels you clench around him and pulls out immediately. you whine at the empty feeling.

“turn over”, jj growls, “stick that ass out”

you pout and lazily roll onto your hands and knees. you wiggle your ass towards him, your cunt still swollen and puffy. he teases his cock between your folds, and then shoves in his entire length. he doesn’t wait one breath to start thrusting.

“fuck i’m hitting you so deep”, he growls as his hands dig into your hips.

you fall dangerously close again, and so does he. his sounds become more labored and breathy, and he seems less controlled. your eyes roll back when his thrusts sound more like slaps against your clit.

“ohhhhh- fuck!”, you moan loudly, “you’re fuckin nailing it- ooooh!”

jj starts thrusting even faster, your body rocking back and forth with his movements. your head arches upwards and your mouth lolls open. jj notices and mashes your face into the pillows, smirking wickedly as he does so. he bends over you and skillfully rubs your clit, making you clench around him.

“you better fucking not”, he grunts, “don’t cum yet”

his voice becomes more breathy and uneven. you could tell he was close, and so were you.

you start intentionally squeezing around his cock, making him grunt loudly. it would only take a few more thrusts until you both reached your highs. 

“fuck- fuck fuck fuck-“.

jj’s voice stalls for a second before he thrusts into you hard and grunts loudly. he pulls out quickly after some of his load accidentally sprayed inside you. you came right with him, squirting all over john b’s sheets.

“shiiiit…”, jj sighs as he slaps his cock on your ass a few times. you pick your head up from the sheets and look back at him as you continued to moan. 

“c’mere”

jj turns you over gently and kisses you hard. your hands run through his hair as he gives you hardly any time to breathe. you pull away in unison and stare in each other’s eyes.

“finally got my dick wet”, he breathes, “your pussy’s so fuckin good”.

“gross”, you sighed, “so… is this why you’ve been grumpy towards me lately? you were just… sexually frustrated?”. you chuckle.

jj rolls his eyes. “fine, i’ll admit it, i wanted you for so damn long”. 

“how long?”, you ask.

jj thinks for a minute, a warm smile on his face. “honestly… probably since the moment i met you, i just didn’t wanna admit it to myself”. his cheeks flush with a light pink hue.

“awww… are you blushing?”, you tease, “or is it just ‘sunburn’”. 

“shut up”, he scoffs while smiling uncontrollably, “what about you? when were you shot with that arrow?”

“much longer than i’d like to admit”, you mutter “i don’t remember what did it though…”.

jj gives a cheeky grin and licks his lips. he gently combs your hair out of your face and kisses you again, more tenderly this time.

“well, i’m glad i pinned you down…”, he looks you up and down slowly as you lay beneath him. he kisses you slowly again, slipping his tongue in your mouth. you gently pull away in unison, jj looking into your eyes lovingly. his eyes are half lidded and sleepy looking yet full of sincerity. to be honest, no one’s probably ever seen this side of him.

you smile warmly at him, until you realize the massive puddle of wetness under you that soaked the sheets. you blush a little as you look back up at jj, embarrassed that he has to see you in a mess. however, he seems to have quite a liking for it. 

“you want me to clean it up, babes?”, jj whispers, practically drooling at the sight of your glistening clit. you know exactly what he means by that and blush even harder.

“i- i mean- mmmm! mmmm…”

you squeal as jj immediately starts eating you out without a second thought. it doesn’t last long, but it’s one hell of a ride. he moans deeply as he sucks your clit gently. his tongue then starts licking up and down your folds, moving it faster as he licks more.

your legs start to shake and tense around jj’s shoulders. he notices and smacks your ass, nearly enough to send you over the edge. he then starts muttering dirty comments to further tempt you.

“you gonna cum again?”, jj muffles in your pussy, “you gonna think about my dick inside you while you squirt on my face?”

he suddenly sticks his two fingers in your cunt and starts curling them towards your g-spot as he continues to lick up and down your clit. you cum almost immediately, your mouth flying open and your eyes rolling back.

jj fucks his fingers into you a couple more times as you pulse around his fingers. he pulls his face away, his chin dripping with your juices. his fingers slip out of your sopping pussy as he stands up again. he leans back over you and kisses you hard, letting you taste your juices.

“good girl, babe…”, jj sighs as he pats your thigh a couple times, “i’ll get a towel now…”

you continue to moan quietly as you catch your breath while your orgasm fades. jj rummages around in john b’s junk to find something relatively clean for you to wipe yourself.

jj comes back minutes later with a random rag that you probably don’t wanna know what it was used for previously. he’s also holding a random throw blanket to put beneath you until you can muster up enough energy to clean the sheets. he helps you out of bed as you shake while you stand near him, watching him toss the blanket over the wet puddle. you take the washcloth and realize how dirty it is. you look back and forth between jj and the cloth in slight disgust. 

“you know what… i think i’ll just dry it out”, you yawn.

“dry it out? with me around?”, jj tsks, “i’ll make her cry even harder”.

you giggle as he talks about your pussy like it’s another person. he has a snarky grin on his face as you laugh. he reaches down and playfully slaps your ass, squeezing it gently. you jump a little and then nudge him gently.

“come onnn… i’m tired…”

jj rolls his eyes jokingly.

“after that? we only did so much?”

you scoff and flop down on the bed, laying on your side with one of your legs hiked up further out across the bed. it was going to be a sleepless night…

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GUESS WHO’S BACK, BACK AGAIN ‼️‼️‼️

do y’all even remember me 😭

this smut has been rotting in my notes for god knows how long. the last time i touched it before today was in september 🥶 so if the writing is god awful don’t judge 😭

ALSO, i’ve entered another hyper fixation outside of stranger things, which is honestly fkn insane to think about. i’ve been fixated lately on the witcher (the netflix series with henry cavil specifically), so i might write some geralt smut in the future if i can even remember.

ciao for now~

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[makemyworldworthliving]

Baby

Larissa Weems x reader

Part 2: Private quarters

Warnings: None really?

Before you knew it Friday morning had rolled around. You woke up early, tiredly looking through your wardrobe for something to wear. What do you even wear to clean someone’s office? You thought to yourself. You sighed and threw on some old grey joggers, and an oversized t shirt. You put your hair up in a tidy ponytail and checked yourself in the mirror. Well, here goes nothing. You took a deep breath and left the house.

Upon arriving at Nevermore, you were taken back by the sheer height of the entrance doors. Before you could enter, a bubbly, cheerful girl swung the doors open. ‘’Hi!! I saw you lingering at the door. I don’t recognise you, are you new?!’’ She asked excitedly. Before you could find the chance to answer she took your hand, shaking it with speed. ‘’I’m Enid! It’s nice to meet you Miss…?’’

‘’Oh, just call me Y/N.’’ You smiled, a little overwhelmed with the excitement beaming from the young girl. She moves out of your way and skips off to what you presume is her class. You find your way to Larissa’s office, and knock on the door. ‘’Come in!’’ A soft, sweet voice was heard from the other side of the door. You step in, and instantly lock eyes with Larissa. Her ocean blue eyes are breathtaking, and you find yourself unable to look away. She promptly walks over to you from her desk, reaching her hand out to shake yours. ‘’Y/N, it’s so good to see you again.’’ She smiles, and you can feel your heart rate starting to increase. What the fuck is wrong with me? You smile back. ‘’It’s good to be here, and thank you again, honestly. I really needed this job.’’ You rub the back of your neck shyly, trying not to sound desperate.

Half an hour into your shift, you’re on your hands and knees scrubbing the bottom of the fire place. Larissa peaks around her laptop, catching a glimpse of your behind. She blushes slightly before shaking her head and closing her laptop. The sound of the lid closing causes you to turn round. As you look up at Larissa, and looks at you and begins to chuckle slightly. Oh no, why is she laughing? Have I done something stupid? Something wrong? Before you have time to panic more, Larissa is on her knees in front of you. She gently licks her thumb and wipes away some fire soot from your chin.

The feeling of her thumb against your skin, no matter how small, causes a fire to burn inside you. Oh no. This woman. I want this woman, no, I need this woman. Your eyes fall to her lips, her eyes, and then back to her lips. She notices your eyes and smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear. You swallow hard, and let out a breathy ‘’thank you…’’ before moving away slightly. Larissa was a woman who got what she wanted, and right now in this moment, she wanted you. She moved forward, and crashed her lips onto yours. Your eyes dart open, but you don’t pull away. Instead you find your hands wandering along the sides of her waist. Her hands find their way to your cheeks, holding you tenderly as her tongue explores your mouth. You can’t help but moan into her mouth as her tongue crashes with yours. She pulls back and smirks, tracing a finger up your neck and stopping at your chin. ‘’How about a break, darling? In my private quarters?’’ You just nod, unable to speak. She takes your hand and leads you inside her room, closing the door swiftly behind the two of you.

[barzfrommarz]

My honest unorganized thoughts on c!wilburs ending

(2 years late)

tw: mentions of suicide

I would put my thoughts on the apology tour here too but I think that will make this post to long so i'm just going to talk about the finale stream itself.

Also this is very unorganized bc I dont really remember how it exactly played out and I could go back and watch the VOD but ion wanna hear wilburs voice so im using the wiki for this therefore I wont have intricate details

One thing I really like is the flashback at the beginning. Especially the fade from L'manburg to the destroyed L'manburg I love it sm it reminds me of Analog horror series

(That part isn't relevant tho that's just me nerding out over analog horror)

They then go to Las Nevadas to try and apologize to Q but get ghosted and im pretty sure it was bc of conflicting schedules or smth but the fact that c!tntduo never got a proper ending pisses me off to this day. LIKE wdym they never interacted ever again??? Wdym if followin the dsmp ending Quackity probably has no memory of c!wilbur??? !?!?!??!?! I rlly just wish they could've gotten some form of closure either from cc!wil or cc!quackity and sure its funny ig that Q canonically ghosted c!wilbur but still??!?!??!?! ugh anyways

Tommys outburst towards wil..."I never used to be this angry" KILLS MEEEEEEEEEEE. Also c!wilbur getting scared was so....NOT EVEN TWO SECONDS LATER tommy fucking asks "Wil, are you going to kill yourself?" FUCK?????? BRO????????????? WILBUR DENYING IT TO???? Maybe im wrong here but I dont ever remember other characters acknowledging c!wilbur being suicidal and esp the fact it was c!tommy UGH it kills me

Now getting to my criticisms a little bit, I don't like the utah and gas station thing at all. It feels just so random? Out of place even. I would've liked it more if it was just a desert where c!wilbur was from or something

Then wilburs goes to leave blah blah blah don't trust those americans yada yada

Oh but C!tommy asking c!wilbur to forgive the most important person (himself) then a few minutes later we get "I never did forgive myself"OUGDHSHSGHDGDSHUSHGHUHB

Okay now im going to lay out my main criticisms I have with the finale and why I think it was somewhat unsatisfying and we c!wilbur fans were kinda fucked over in the end

-We should've gotten a VERBAL apology to c!tommy

I understand c!wilbur was afraid of losing him or whatever but it would've shown SO MUCH GROWTH FROM HIM IF HE OUTLOUD SAID "Im sorry" TO THE PERSON HE HURT MOST. Im pissed that presumably cc!wilbur decided not to have that happen. Even if it was bad JUST DO IT. c!wilbur was going to leave anyways so him being scared of losing c!tommy if he apologized wouldn't matter!

My next point is that c!wilbur leaving wasn't thought out enough I think. I do personally think c!wilbur should've left the place that ruined him to heal. That's step one of learning to heal but with the apology tour being a flop and him never verbally apologizing to c!tommy it felt unsatisfying and almost underserved and I see why so many people afterward were like "he doesn't just get to leave". What would've helped I think would've been more streams or longer streams if possible. There was so much shit that needed to be retconned but it wasn't given enough time I feel and thats why to so many ppl they were unsatifyed/upset

Going more into the utah shit. I hate it. I hate the "Plot twist" of him being secretly american and from utah. Not even getting into how the real world is now apparently canon to the dsmp in one of the last few dsmp lore streams. I honestly would've liked it more if it wasn't specifically named what the place was instead it was just home. I also had this idea of instead of him disappearing in the middle of the ocean I think it would've been cooler if c!wilbur took a train somewhere almost like a callback to limbo.

I don't like how its somewhat implied c!wilbur killed himself again. It feels cheap to kill of a already heavily suicidal character AGAIN when instead it genuinely could've been a story about how you can learn to heal and forgive yourself even if you did bad things. Maybe this is just me not wanting my favorite character to die but I don't like it at all

Ghostbur was also handled terribly. I understand why alivebur hated him but I also think it would've shown growth if he learned to accept ghostbur in the end. Even if it wasn't fully

Also why the fuck did we never get the contents of the book c!wilbur gave c!tommy?? You throw that shit in just to never tell us what's in it almost 2 years later??

Final thoughts

I might go back and edit this later with more things but for my final thoughts I think c!wilburs finale +the apology tour was a big unsatisfying flop and I belive c!wilbur fans were unfairly fucked over in the end.

Not to sing brighton biter praise, but I do believe he was a good writer and the fact that the last few streams were this unsatisfying is disappointing coming from him. I mean im sure he just wanted to get c!wilburs finale out so he could be done with it but that's not an excuse for fucking your fans over. There was also probably issues with other ccs and characters since (Imo) a lot of the characters he interacted with in the end don't have the best writing (not meant to insult the ccs btw, just saying)

But personally, I somewhat accept it simply bc this is the best we got and I personally don't like alot of other fan re writes on his ending and I also don't like his ending just being "lol he killed himself again"

Anyways that's it, sorry for being unorganized and I apologize if I got anything wrong I might add more to this later. Thx for listening <3

[the-letterbox-archives]

TITANSPINE (Chapter 2)

this chapter is a letterbox archives original – do not steal, plagiarise, or repost this to other websites. trigger warnings below. author notes at the end.

this chapter of TITANSPINE contains: blood, wounds, blood loss allusion to: implied classism

Before she could deal any final blow, a voice called from behind the two.

“Freeze.”

Not a shout. An order.

The command reverberated off the alley’s walls. The woman’s head shot up, Lance’s eyeline following suit.

A uniform. A gold trim. A tall, broad, stature.

Red.

Or… that might’ve been the blood.

Both the woman and Lance knew who that person was just by their voice. The cadence, the tone, the slight acidity behind the words that told the world they believed themselves above the street trash in the alley. Lance’s body rattled, letting out a half-sigh, half-groan.

As the light adjusted, the new person took a step into the alley. Closer to her. Closer to him. Lance did his best to both hide and heal himself. He shuffled closer to the furthest wall and whispered. As best he could with his chest crying in agony. Each breath was torture. Words of wellness tried to peel off his tongue. A vain, distracted attempt to fix himself before a worse threat made itself known. It was not swift; laboured, bloody breaths hindered any magic.

The other person, a cop – ugh, great – said something else that escaped Lance’s ear. The crisp cleanliness of their uniform was insult enough. The perfect blue was out of place in the worst of Lunaris’ streets. By that time, the woman had turned to face them. As she did, the pipe rolled out of her hand, falling to the ground with an unceremonious crash.

That sound. Copper on concrete. Blue light snuffed Lance’s vision.

Silver. Gone. Pain festers. Wounded. Nothing.

Lance couldn’t take the time to understand what he saw. His healing adage dissipated into nothing. Hollow words, words that did not stop the blood. It snapped as bones do. He almost choked on the spell that stopped short in his throat.

The woman and the cop didn’t seem to notice him anymore. Lance peered down to be met with his form drenched in blood. It seeped into the jagged pavement. Dense enough to clog a river. Vast enough to raise an ocean to brush the moons.

He pressed his eyes shut as hard as possible. Maybe if he didn’t see it, he wasn’t bloodied. He wasn’t suffering. He wouldn’t die.

Stupid.

“Hai’lya, heal me…” he choked. But that was not magic – that was a listless prayer. He did not get to say more, to finish any spell. There was a splinter in his lungs. Imagined or otherwise, the blood that splattered from his mouth to the ground was definitely real. And that was not the end of it. He tried to suppress a coughing fit, but each time he held his breath, that little splinter embedded itself further in his lungs.

Nausea set in. Lance’s head emptied, encased by a dull white light. An indescribable vagueness fell over him. Light and dark blurred together. If it wasn’t for that quiet thud against a back wall, Lance wouldn’t have noticed his head lull.

His throat housed a river of crimson. There was no hope for a spell to be uttered. Not anymore. Wordlessly, Lance said goodbye to the sun and the moons.

“How’re you feeling?”

Lance pulled his eyes open, only then realising they fell closed.

The cop blinked, “huh. You really are the spitting image of… forget it.”

They extended a hand to him, and the gaudy gold of their uniform glittered in the uneasy sunlight. Each over-the-top detail, badges, and the like, indicated status. A big time cop, apparently. Somebody important.

When he didn’t take their hand – due in equal parts to the agonising pain and his… distaste for the police – the cop tried again.

“I’ll help you out,” they said.

“Fuck the cops.”

They let out an awkward sigh. “Okay.” Then they looked down at Lance again. For someone presumably high-ranking, the insult didn’t get under their skin. They regarded him like they knew him.

But they didn’t. That’s crazy.

The cop raised their hands to show they weren’t armed.

“I’m afraid my magic isn’t flawless. I need to be focused, and here,” they shook their head, “well, it just won’t work.”

Lance went to say something else, but he was interrupted by another violent cough.

“If you just let me–”

“Get back,” he said. The pain was insurmountable, but at least it was… dulling. Something was fading.

Lance was often on the wrong side of the law. Nothing major. But, due to the company he surrounded himself with, and the TITANSPINE approaching, there was nothing Lance wanted less than to be abducted by a cop.

But there were less and less options for him. What could he do? He couldn’t escape that cop, and the way they looked at him as if he was an old memory of theirs – well, it was weird! And Lance lacked the wit required to make sense of it.

Then sight failed. Sight, that fickle thing. The present, past, and future, all interconnected as a web. That kind of sight was the hardest to come by. The truest – and most difficult to control.

Lance couldn’t be sure if he was blinded or his eyes were simply closing, but there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it. Not anymore.

And still, there was no silver.

is it kidnapping if it's a cop that does the kidnapping? on tonight's program-

seriously, this one was a lot of fun (experimenting with describing pain/physical injuries is always a blast), so i hope you enjoyed!

tag list for TITANSPINE:

@ominous-feychild,

@wyked-ao3, @48lexr, @thecrazyalchemist, @moltenwrites, @yourpenpaldee,

@glassfrogforest, @the-golden-comet, @ominous-feychild, @gioiaalbanoart, @drchenquill,

@paeliae-occasionally, @tc-doherty, @corinneglass, @thecomfywriter, @loverboyxbutch

(@cafekitsune border)

[narwhalandchill]

oh and also speaking of wuwa. what is it with chinese gachas these days and their one (1) random fucking Dude With A Finnish Name For No Apparent Reason

like theres welt from hi3rd and hsr. aka originally known as joachim nokianvirtanen. whos presumably half german half finnish. but the worst fucking thing about it is that like. while joachim is a very standard german name. ""nokianvirtanen" is NOT a finnish surname. its like an amateur writer looking up random finnish words to mush together into a surname with 0 research into what finnish surnames actually sound like. now by themselves. nokia? virtanen? oh absolutely that works 100%. together? it literally sounds AI generated it makes me cry 💀💀💀

(It could also just literally be nokia-virtanen or virtanen-nokia with the hyphen and work. but nokiaN is possessive form . but NOBODY is fucking called "nokia's virtanen" WHAT. THATS NOT HOW IT WORKSSSSS or like if theres Any legit surname w a possessive form in it which there prolly are some its a Very specific thing not sth broadly applicable at all)

whereas sampo koski is like. honestly peak bc its the complete fucking opposite. this name is like. this is literally Just A Dude. Theres probably like hundreds of actual fucking sampo koskis out there whose linked ins have been permanently buried under Rail the Stars game search results on google i literallg NEED to meet one irl someday and ask them about it its so fucking funny 😭😭😭

like. okay koski is just an uhhhhhhhh. its a type of a waterfall in a river . Rapids? but yeah its a very standard surname. Except not like this SUPER common generic googled the top 10 tier name bc its genuinely an authentic name you run into that sounds natural. Like it doesnt sound like A Character surname its too normal. and then sampo refers to a mythical miracle machine in karelian and finnish folklore with 3 corners that each makes riches of the ocean (represented w salt) the soil (w grain) and the earth (w gold) freely for whoever owns it. In lore some ppl fight over it long story anyway louhi was right. which is again its not some uber common name but its a Very natural one its so weirdddd ive had a sampo for a classmate its cursed 💀💀 and have prolly known a koski at some point too

Anyway point being. Sampo koski is literally the Quintessential normie This is a person not a Space Gacha Game Character name idk HOW they just. came up w it it feels so weirdddd. this is like if boothill was just called like. Josh.

anyway my only real issue w sampo is just that he doesnt fucking act finnish. yes its true reducing nationalities to caricatures is bad but. Listen if you rep us. it HAS to be all the stereotypes actually. we arent all antisocial and depressed for half the year bc its too dark and insomniac and pissed off the other half bc its too bright just to get some fruity fucking aha follower with a name youd see on the employee list of the most mundane fucking office job . i like sampo i just cant claim him . he talks too much and dresses too flamboyant hes an impostor

which brings us to. Wuthering waves. and like as we can see hoyos finnish names have had their interesting moments for sure. so like hows kuro games faring?

Oh they called him--

They Called The Random Finnish Name Guy Of The Wuthering Da Waves Game---

AALTO?????????!??!??? AALTO?????!?

THEY LITERALLY CALLED HIM WAVE IN FINNISH WHAT THE FUCKKKKJKK

honestly idek if i should be insulted or just like. Amazed by the sheer balls it takes to just call him half the title of ur game and be like ah. Perfect. represented the feeble finns again

anyway tho unironically. While he also (to my knowledge at least) has the like. cocky lighthearted menace personality which like. No. at least the way he looks is peak acceptable like yeah this is a random finnish guy animefied and airdropped into this post apocalyptic scifi fantasy world. the quintessentially finnish awful out of fashion speedy sunglasses (this is a cultural in joke that i will Not be elaborating on). the sensible tactical gear. i respect him the white long hair is clearly a survival tactic its camouflage. hes fine. also props for having an aspect of camouflage in his kit w the taunts bc yes historical reference winter war the finns are indeed out there blending in with the environment wahoo. no particular thoughts tho i did pull him so ig legal obligation to build his ass

anyway aalto is also an university. lowkey the students there should just do a power move and make an aalto cosplay like the secondary uniform alongside haalarit itd be funny

but yeah am i going anywhere with this? Making some serious critique god forbid? Not in particular i am just. Continuously baffled w this. bc its not like these characters Are finnish by any metric. They just get random fucking finnish names and its like every single chinese gacha now needs to have a token one and im just here like.but why . What is the purpose of it . what is so effervescent about googling random finnish names and slapping them on your male characters . I do not understand

+ honorary mention to ukko the frostarm lavachurl in genshin. Another folkloric reference (ukko the sky/thunder god) . couldnt even give us a fruity guy in that one. though sitting in your bespoke isolation in a freezing hellhole and beating the shit out a random traveler disrupting your peace is way more finnish than a single sentence most of these characters have uttered so like. Fair actually that Is a mood. king behavior

[creepypastafluf1]

I have to go back to watch avatar 2 again cause one im a nerd who has a thing for the Na'vi characters and 2nd I NEED the Avatar cup I didn't get at the other theater

Also I Loved the movie! All the character were just 👌

---!! Spoilers about the movie and my thoughts !! ---

I liked spider and even felt bad every time he seemed scared of Neytiri, also I swear that poor women gets fucked over every movie, like no wonder she went a little crazy.

Lo'ak, I swear I internally screamed every time he went off somewhere even though he was told not to, but also I loved him

Neteyam, I actually kinda theorized what happened to him but like I still cried so hard when it happened. I loved that kid so dang much and i felt so bad every time he took responsibility for shit he didn't do.

Kiri, loved her and all her sarcastic and teen tasty self. A lot of moments where i really connected with her

Tuk, baby, cute, must not be harmed

Neytiri, that poor lady deserves the world for what shes been through and honestly I'm still surprised she still deals with jakes shit, like she leaves her home! Also she wasn't shown much until the end

Jake, eh he reminded me to much of my dad for me to really pay attention to him without getting annoyed at some points but like he's till ok . . . . ish

Also also that scene where Neytiri and Ronal where arguing was honestly hilarious and reminded me of a sitcom type scene especially when Tonowari was just standing their quietly and jake was just like "sorry about my wife"

Tonowari/ Ronal, i loved both of them especially Ronal honestly . . . . id join that pair 😏

Also i liked how Tonowari was like trying to be chill the entire movie then just snapped

Tsireya, I loved her and her supportive as self. She was just trying to keep a good mood lot of the time

The ocean Na'vi are so interesting i general and i love the difference in bodies the two different races have, like the bigger chests to hold their presumably bigger lungs

Recoms, I found them interesting and Idk why but I like seeing some of them in the military outfits

The village of ocean Na'vi that got burned down were cool looking but also i felt bad as fuck cause they were just there and got fucked over and spider had to be a part of that shit.

Over all I love this movie and i will talk to anyone about it. ANYONE TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS and what you liked or disliked about the movie

Lastly the Tulkun are such interesting creatures, like i felt so bad when all the stuff happened to them also I just find the fact that there are different groups of natives so interesting and i cant wait to see if there are any others.

[theworldvsyoshiko]

Robot's Ocean has already gone on for about $80k wealth higher than any of the previous colonies and my save file seems precariously close to being bricked, so I've been thinking about wrapping the colony up and moving on.

As a sanguophage mechanitor with psylink level 6, every (non-mechanitor) implant she can possibly get that doesn't come with significant drawbacks, 9+ in every skill, and now a spouse, I think Yoshiko's development has kinda plateaued. Making her dramatically stronger (by, say, making all the sanguophage stuff into endogenes and then stacking a new xenotype on top of that) would take a ridiculous amount of time. Otherwise, the only real ways for her to get stronger are luciferium or by upgrading some of her bionics to archotech, and once you're at the 'every body part is bionic' stage already, those are pretty marginal upgrades. Skill-wise, all but two skills are into the range where they decay, and since she uses almost every skill on a daily basis, the levels are just going to keep fluctuating up and down as her focus shifts. Also, she's like... 35 now. It'd be weird if she ended up older than I am. So this doesn't feel like a bad spot to let her retire from active duty and enjoy the rest of her immortal life in peace.

Which leaves me debating where to take things in the future. Somehow I'm not bored of this yet, and the blog's follower count has doubled over the past week or so, so apparently somebody still wants to read this. Various options include:

The strongest contender in my head is roughly repeating the original start, but without the mechanitor part. Starting off with a lone child who doesn't have robots to fall back on. (Obviously this would be a different girl named Yoshiko.) This would probably involve making a custom scenario to give her appropriate gear and starting tech, because useless child Naked Brutality might be a bit much. Not sure if I'd go for the orphanage thing again, or try a different goal. It'd need some limitations, or else the kid can just recruit some adult help in the first month, which kinda defeats the purpose. I'd also probably have to disable the exostrider corpse in the scenario, or she could just rush becoming a mechanitor anyway.

As above, but start as a non-baseline xenotype to shake things up a bit. Incompetent 13 year old sanguophage could be an interesting way to help the kid survive while introducing its own problems to work around. Otherwise, maybe yttakin, impid, or waster? Yttakin and impid both have powers that would make combat a less dicey proposition early on. Waster could live in wastelands, which comes with its own benefits and challenges.

Or start with a new 13 year old mechanitor, but try the solo mechanitor thing, never allowing anybody else to join the colony. This would remain an interesting challenge for longer, but it also might be a little boring to talk about since there wouldn't be any character interactions.

The way opposite option would be something like using VFE - Tribals to start out with a pre-neolithic group and try to progress from 'what the fuck is ""fire""???' up to building a spaceship or something. Which would very likely be a generational kind of deal, because historically that takes a while.

Just start a new colony with Yoshiko and Cindy and keep going. The orphanage thing has been pretty fun to play tbh, and while Robot's Ocean is pretty secure now, as the Hospital Rockets Incident demonstrated, just because she's super-competent doesn't mean that bad stuff can't happen. On the other hand, starting with two competent adults, I think things would snowball a lot faster. This would probably involve using Character Editor or something to ditch the current save and start a new one, presumably with a mod or two disabled. Although unfortunately, one of the prime candidates for the mod that's breaking things is the one that allows for humanoid mechs.

Or have Yoshiko pass off the torch, giving a mechlink to one of her kids upon 13 and sending them off into the wilderness to continue the cycle??

[thunderstroked]

A Selkie and a Gumiho Walk Into a... || Mona & Marcus

TIMING: current-ish. LOCATION: harborside, near marcus's lighthouse. PARTIES: @thenavysealkie & @thunderstroked SUMMARY: marcus sees something suspicious. mona is just trying to eat her fries. CONTENT: none!

Maybe Harborside wasn’t the best place for an electrically charged fox, but that didn’t stop her from visiting the coast. Growing up in Busan, and then later on moving to Dublin, Mona had become used to the water. The ocean had a calming aspect to it– one that, at most times, felt more welcoming than the dense copse of trees falling on the side of a highway, or up a mountain pass. She wasn’t naive enough to believe it could be her permanent reality given what she was capable of, but it didn’t stop her from admiring the way that the waves rolled over the shoreline. Today, however, she found regret in her adventure. 

The chips she held onto tightly were being terrorized by the seagulls flying above her head. When one would dive, another would swoop, and she would hover over the styrofoam box, swatting above her head, hopeful that the birds would leave her alone. To no avail, they continued their attacks. They were normal seagulls as far as she could tell– nothing too odd about them. But they wanted her fries, and that was enough to piss her off. “Can you just fuck off?!” She swatted her hand again, catching the leg of one of the gulls, sending it in an awkward spin towards the ground, but it caught itself at the last moment, circling back around to try and grab at the paper lining. “Enough!” Mona shouted, a blue orb materializing out of thin air from her opened hand. It shot across the short distance to the bird, making it fall into the ground in a heap of charred feathers. She stared down at it, wrinkling her nose. It took her a moment to realize she was not alone. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement, and not the foamy kind. 

It was mid afternoon and Marcus was doing his usual rounds. As the weather grew colder, there was less foot traffic on the beaches and therefore less litter. However, he still remained vigilant, not wanting even a single marine creature to be harmed by any garbage he could have picked up. After all, he knew first hand how terrifying it was to swim head first into a massive garbage pit. 

He saw a group of gulls circling overhead, and wondered what they must all be convening by. Then he heard it, a woman’s voice. And she didn’t seem particularly pleased with the birds circling overhead, either. He heard her shout as multiple seagulls started dive bombing her. As he got closer, he saw that she was holding what he presumed to be a bag of chips or fries. He knew firsthand how relentless they could be once they spotted some food, and he hoped she could make it inside somewhere without too much more harassment from the birds. 

Then…the unexpected happened. 

A crack of lightning, and the smell of burning soon filled the air. One of the birds lay in a pile of burned plumage in the sand, as if some sort of vengeful god had smited the creature right out of the sky. But Marcus didn’t believe in that sort of thing, the reality he knew to be true was already far too strange. He moved closer and shifted his eyes over to the woman. 

“Well uh…that’s one way to get the gulls to back off” he said awkwardly, knowing he had been spotted.

Mona nearly jumped out of her skin as the voice came near. She turned around, sizing up her company. They were significantly taller than herself, but that didn’t matter much. She wasn’t a fight first kind of girl, and she hoped she could maintain some kind of composure regarding the situation, or at least fake it. 

“I’m not a killer, but he was asking for it.” She looked down at the charred bird and frowned. “Circle of life, right?” Not so much, Monathought, but she felt confident in her decision to strike the bird down. Maybe it’d teach its friends to not fuck around and find out. 

Inhaling sharply, she popped another fry into her mouth and began to chew thoughtfully as she looked the person across from her up and down. “Where did you come from?” Water droplets formed on his arms and face, and behind him she could see something odd– like a heap of clothing, but it wasn’t clothing at all. It wasn’t anything she’d ever seen before. 

“The water?” She sniffed at the air, the smell of salt water and brine filling her nose. 

Marcus didn’t especially appreciate this woman’s blatant disregard for life. After all, how would she feel if someone came up and zapped her just for trying to eat? But he had to sympathize at least a little bit, those damn birds could get real annoying real fast. 

“Not like you killed a person, I’m more concerned about the murder weapon though” he said, pointing to the woman’s hand. “Circle of life…” Marcus pondered, “I’m guessing that means you intend to eat the bird? Seems a bit burnt to me, but to each their own”. Much of this town was beyond what any person would deem normal. A person shooting lightning out of their hands didn’t even crack the top 10 of weirdest shit he’s witnessed. But that did mean the woman had some degree of magic, which he was hoping to possibly subtly sap away if he got the chance. 

“I was just out for my morning swim,” Marcus said, taking an immediately more defensive tone. She seemed a bit suspicious of him, but figured she couldn’t come to any supernatural conclusion yet. After all, it’s not like she watched him change forms. It certainly wasn’t as if she saw actual lightning fly out of his hand, like what he witnessed with her. 

She was eyeing his pelt. Did she know what it was? Maybe she’d think it was just some weird looking swimsuit? He didn’t know whether to hide it or act nonchalant, he definitely didn’t want to make her think it was anything out of the ordinary. But it looked exactly like what it was, a seal pelt. How many people casually carried those around at the beach?

“Let’s get off of what I’m doing here, though. Do you want to explain the little lightshow you just put on?”

Mona quirked a brow at his words. She wasn’t sure why it mattered. Weren’t seagulls an invasive species? Wasn’t she helping the community? The earth? Probably not. She really didn’t know, and she really didn’t care. It was a bird, and there’d be dozens more where it came from. She looked down at the charred gull, considering what it’d taste like. She’d figure that out later, if her company really insisted upon it. 

“Not so much a murder weapon as it is a form of protection.” There was something off about the person standing across from her, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. “But to each their own.” Mona mirrored his words, a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. 

She looked past him to the water. The temperature had dropped considerably over the weeks, and she could only imagine the freezing quality of the water. “In October? You’re not doing… what do they call it– the polar plunge?” She had a friend in Dublin who had participated in something like that in the middle of November. It was odd to watch. 

He looked behind him towards something– the something on the ground. So it was important. She didn’t really care, not really. Mostly, she was annoyed that she’d been stopped. The question popped up again – 

Do you want to explain the little lightshow you just put on?

Mona shrugged. The foxfire was a part of her, it was easy to explain, but to somebody who seemed a little too interested– that could mean danger. 

“Static electricity?” Mona offered with a coy smile, popping another fry into her mouth. She wiped her hand off on the side of her pants. “Why does it matter? What would you want with it?” Because that was the angle here, wasn’t it? 

As the woman in front of him explained her powers were only for protection, Marcus gave a slow nod. “Those beaks can be pretty sharp, I can see why you found it necessary to protect yourself.” he remarked, a bit condescendingly. 

“Just don’t see that kind of thing every day, that’s all. I actually think it’s pretty cool, being able to bend lightning completely at will like that”, he offered, daring her to say outright that she had lightning powers. 

“You’ve never heard of cold water swims?” He offered weakly, knowing no human would have the layer of protection his blubber offered him to keep them warm or even alive for long in freezing waters. He’d have to be a bit more careful about timing his swims in the future so nobody would catch him coming back from the water. And randomly approaching lightning benders probably didn’t help keep things low key, either. He took a step to the side, using his body to block the woman’s view a little more.

While Marcus didn’t particularly relish in his need to sap magic, William was no longer recharging the pelt for him. He had to find his own victims, as much as he disliked causing any harm to people. He thought back to what the woman had said just a few moments ago. Circle of life. He supposed he was no different after all. 

“If you could come a little closer, maybe you could display your gifts a little more in detail for me. After all, it’s not every day you get a performance that’s so electrifying”. 

He had to admit, he sucked at this whole “lying” thing. He’d have to get better, for his own sake. In the meantime, he hoped his natural charm and good looks would compensate for the actual words that left his mouth.  

Mona rolled her eyes at his comment. “I was protecting my food.” She thought about bringing up the invasive species bit again, but what if this guy was some kind of science geek? Then she’d have to explain she was stupid, and she refused to do that. For right now, at least. Maybe she’d play the dumb girl card if she needed to. 

As he spoke, Mona felt discomfort shoot through the scarring that elongated from her neck down her arm and shoulder. “It’s a little different than that.” Wasn’t so much lightning as it was something within her– a power she held and that was deeply rooted to her core. She didn’t expect this person to understand, especially if they were human. So far, there wasn’t anything indicating that they weren’t. 

“So it is like the polar plunge, then.” She nodded as if it made the most sense in the world. Of course people would do something as stupid as that. She didn’t understand why somebody would want to be uncomfortable. She wasn’t lavish by any means, but she sure as hell didn’t go out of her way to crawl into tight spaces for the sake of some record. Mona barely noticed the side-step he made in an effort to block her view. She was too concerned with what he had seen and what he thought of it. 

She wasn’t sure what he was trying to benefit from in seeing her abilities. She’d meant to send out an orb, but her abilities had their own way and sent a zap instead. It’d been her fault and she knew that, using them where others could have seen, but she hadn’t seen him. That was the problem. Mona ate another fry. “Is that some kind of…” Her brows furrowed as she tried to remember the term, “are you hitting on me? I am trying to enjoy my fries, and I’m sorry, but you’re not my type. I’m incredibly gay. Do you have a sister? Maybe we could hit it off and she could tell you what she saw and relay it back to you.” She popped another fry into her mouth. 

This woman was hiding something, Marcus was sure of that. And it was something more than just her strange lightning power. He found it awfully bold of her to be playing coy after he literally saw lightning shoot from her hand like she was fucking Raiden from Mortal Kombat. Then again, it wasn’t as if he was trying to play the whole “out of sight out of mind” game with his pelt, so he had a bit of secretiveness of his own. 

“A little different? I’d love for you to explain it then.” He was genuinely curious how the abilities worked, as he felt he never stopped seeing new things in this town. He had met all sorts of creatures, but a real life lightning bender was something different entirely. If it wasn’t the type of magic he could steal, he could at least walk away from the encounter with a very interesting story to tell. Not that he was low on stories from this town. 

“You could call it…something like that. It helps open up your pores, it’s supposed to keep your skin from wrinkling. Gotta keep up these looks somehow”, he finished with an awkward shrug. He decided not to try and make up any further explanation, figuring the less he said the better off he would be. 

The woman’s rejection was actually a bit welcome for Marcus, even though he was still a bit offended by it. Normally he was used to women throwing themselves at him and he would always have to be the one to drop the “I’m gay” bomb. This was a refreshing change of pace for him. 

He chuckled a bit and said “No, not a come on at all. In fact, I’m also incredibly gay. And while I’d love to tell you I have a sister to set you up with, sadly I’m an only child. But maybe you have a brother?” he added, with a raised eyebrow. At this point, he was getting a tad sidetracked from the woman’s magic, but was starting to genuinely enjoy the company. He was also starting to relax a bit to the point where he stepped to the side a bit, enough to where his pelt came back into the woman’s line of sight. 

The smell of the sea was too strong to discern any other scents. Mona did her best to appear unbothered by his request, but there were some faults in her expression as she ate another fry. Soon enough, they’d be gone and she’d actually need to speak. “What kind of explanation do you want? You believe in what you saw then, right?” She tilted her head to the side, gaze fixed on the space just behind him. Maybe he was hiding something from her. What could he possibly be hiding? Her mind ran through the possibilities. 

As he explained the benefits of icy baths, Mona hummed under her breath. She knew some of those things to be true, but whether or not he was being truthful in telling her about them was a whole other thing. “That’s funny. It comes easy to me.” The being beautiful part, she didn’t bother to add. He’d figure it out, or he wouldn’t. It wasn’t her problem. 

Mona picked up a fry, jutting it through the air at him. An expression of understanding peeled across her features as she nodded. “This somehow makes more sense.” It was a wonder he hadn’t tried to use his looks in order to get more information out of her on what he’d seen. Instead, he was asking bluntly. She scrunched up her nose. “I do, but I’m afraid they’re miles away from here, and we’re not really speaking at the moment.” Another fry into her mouth and she was closing the lid on the styrofoam box. He took a step to the side and on the ground was the unmistakable heap of something. It wasn’t like anything she’d ever seen before, but at the same time, it was familiar. She couldn’t put a finger on it. 

It was clear he was trying to hide it from her. She pointed at it. “I’ll tell you my lightning stuff if you tell me what you’re hiding.” 

Marcus had to admit, this woman was very confident. Even more so than he was, and that was saying something. Although he did have to admit, her habit of popping a seemingly endless supply of fries into her mouth while she spoke to him was starting to grate on his nerves a bit. Hadn’t anyone taught this young lady any manners? 

“I believe in what I saw, yes. What I saw defies standard ‘logic’.”

“A pity, then. Maybe a decent looking cousin? Honestly I’m not too picky”, he added. While he longed for a companion that actually cared for him, long distance just wasn’t something that could work out. His many attempts during his service years were a testament to this. 

With a sigh, he looked down at his pelt, now revealed to the woman’s line of sight. He had let his guard down again, something he was wont to do when he was engaged in a good conversation. Had it been intentional? Or was it merely a byproduct of a genuine conversation between two curious minds. Marcus decided to reveal who he was, hoping honesty would be met with honesty. After all, there weren’t many rangers in the world with lightning powers, so he figured his life would be safe. Besides, any hunter worth their salt would have immediately recognized his pelt and flash fried him by now. 

“I think it’s clear both of us are more than what we seem. I’ll tell you what this is, but you have to promise not to tell another soul about it. There are some baaaad people in this town that can hurt me if they find out what I really am.”

Without speaking any further, Marcus took a deep breath, walked to the ocean’s edge and donned his pelt. Instantly, he could feel his body contour and bloat out. His now sausage shaped body flopped along the sand before reaching the water. He chanced a curious look back at the woman to try and gauge her reaction

Mona scrunched her nose. She had to admit, his humor was decidedly less on the side of annoying, and more something she could fill her day with– the back and forth banter, for one, was something she always enjoyed, especially with people whose names she didn’t know. “No cousins, but I’ve made a few friends who might seem your type.” She crossed her arms over her chest, gaze wandering to the heap behind him again. It was an odd thing, and it was out of place, she realized. She couldn’t quite place it, but it seemed like he cared about it, or at least cared about keeping it out of view. 

He continued speaking, and the word promise hung in the air. She narrowed her eyes. He didn’t give off fae, but that didn’t mean anything to her, especially considering she couldn’t sense them in the slightest. He could be a nereid for all she knew. “And you don’t think they could hurt me, too? We’re on the same team here.” For now, at least, she didn’t bother to amend. 

Before she could say much else, he was retreating to the heap of – what was it, a jacket? Mona watched in astonishment as the man pulled the fabric over his body, and before her very eyes, the human in front of her was replaced by a… seal? She stared at him, mouth slightly ajar, before she was lifting the heels of her hands into her eyes, rubbing at them. “I’m sorry, what?” She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. He had disappeared and been replaced by what, a seal? Could nereids do that? She wasn’t so sure. From her understanding, they only took some likeness from their cause, not full fledged identities. 

“So you’re….” She didn’t know the name, “what are you?” 

As the question was posed, Marcus could only bark in response, lifting his body upwards in the process. He made his way back to land and shifted back into his human form, assuming he had gotten his point across. 

“Selkie. Seal man. People have a few different names for us. The long and short of it is, I’m a shapeshifter. This pelt,” he gestured, holding his pelt up for Mona to finally get a better look at “allows me to change into my seal form. My true form.” 

He allowed a moment to pass for her to absorb his words. Even other people familiar with the supernatural had rarely heard of selkies before, so he figured it’d be best to give a more basic explanation. 

“The pelts themselves…” he began, but decided against discussing the value of his pelts. Even if she wasn’t a hunter, she may know one that she could work with “they make me a target for some of the more…seedier people in town. So I don’t like revealing myself to everyone. But anyway, that’s my secret. Any particular reason you can toss around lightning like a Greek god?” 

Mona couldn’t help but laugh at his explanation. “A– you’re a what?” It seemed silly, for a kitsune to mock that of another shifter’s existence, but it wasn’t so much mocking as it was just pure disbelief. She wasn’t sure what a selkie was, even if she had heard of them. Most of the time, she waved off the explanation. How did it make sense that a person could put something on, like a costume, and exist in that form? Everything else– there was a means of changing your body for it. Though, she supposed in the way that he had done so, there was truth to that, even if it wasn’t… as it was with her, or other shifters. 

She looked towards the pelt in his hand, brows furrowed. She had questions, even if she wasn’t quite sure she believed what she was seeing. 

He was talking about his pelt and how it made him a target and she couldn’t begin to wonder why he would carry it around so freely. Was it a connection to the water? She didn’t know of shifters having any special connection to anything like that. Even with her fire and lightning abilities, she didn’t feel particularly in tune with it, not in the way that a fae might describe. 

Inhaling sharply, Mona kept her gaze on the pelt. “Uh, yeah, I’m a kitsune– wait, so you just put that on? Were you born in it? Did you like, come out of it like a cocoon?” She looked up to meet his gaze. “Can I touch it?” 

The mention of kitsune piqued Marcus’s curiosity. He had seen sirens, at least the aggressively territorial ones from back home. He had also seen werewolves and encountered pretty much every type of fae under the sun. However, he had only heard of kitsune in passing. Truthfully, he knew essentially nothing about them other than that they were described as “fox people”. 

“Kitsune, huh? Can’t say I’ve ever met anybody of your kind. It’s nice to meet you”, he said, trying to keep his calm. He had no knowledge if kitsune and selkies were, historically speaking, on good terms with one another. Of course, he knew that didn’t mean much. He had fought with the sirens his kind were supposedly allied with, and he had also befriended werewolves and even some fae, who his kind are supposed to be at odds with. 

“I was technically born with this,” he began, holding up his pelt for Mona to see. “But I couldn’t use it right away. I had to grow up and mature to learn how to use it. Most of my early childhood I was raised as just a regular human being. Once I was ready, I needed to learn how to charge the pelt with magic so that it would allow me to “merge” with it, if that makes sense. See, the pelt kinda works like a second skin almost. Only, instead of skin, it’s my entire body that changes to fit the pelt.” 

He had always been raised to be fiercely protective of his pelt, and he had only recently gotten shared custody of his pelt back after having it stolen already. While he wanted to build good will with his new friend, he didn’t want to risk losing it again. He knew now not to let his guard down again. 

“You can look, but it’s probably best if you don’t touch it. There’s a lot of energy running through here and I don’t know if it’ll react and hurt you if you’re not its usual owner. These things almost seem to have a mind of their own, sometimes.”

He then held the pelt out further and moved closer to Mona so that she could get a better look. He kept his grip tight, not wanting her to make a quick grab and run off with it. 

“No, my name is Mona.” It occurred to her then that he was talking about what she was– she was far too distracted by the pelt in front of her to put much thought into their actual conversation now. Mona cleared her throat, gaze leveling with his. “But sure, it’s nice to meet you too, Selkie.” The name was reminiscent of something she’d definitely heard in passing, but not something she ever thought twice of. She thought they were something of folklore, but others would say the same of her, so who was she to minimize this person’s existence? 

As he explained what the pelt did, or rather– how he used it, Monafound herself way more confused. It still made no sense, how somebody could be born something and have to learn how to use it. It wasn’t like her fox fire or lightning– this was very different. She couldn’t wrap her head around it. Half of what he spoke of seemed like lies, and most of it was so outlandish that Mona decided it had to be true. “So you weren’t born as that, and you had to use magic– you have magic?” The world was full of surprises. She arched a brow, gaze locked on the pelt, as if she were to look away, it might vanish into thin air. 

Mona frowned slightly as he told her she couldn’t touch it. Then again, how would she feel if he tried to make off with her hoshi no tama? She could relate, in a sense. The pelt was important to him, even if she couldn’t quite understand how it worked. “Did you always know you were a selkie, then? Did your parents just spring it on you?” She’d always known she was a gumiho, she’d been raised as such, so the idea that this person might not know they were a shifter until they were ready was so confusing. “I don’t really understand it, if I’m being honest, but that doesn’t mean I’m doubting you.” Okay, so maybe a little bit. Mona crossed her arms over her chest and continued staring at the pelt, “can anyone be a selkie? Or is it just specific people? Could a human use this?” Finally, she lifted her gaze to meet his for verification of her question.

“My apologies, Mona. Very rude that I didn’t even introduce myself properly. My name is Marcus, not selkie.” 

He wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to her next question. The pelt had magic, certainly. It just wasn’t his magic, per se. “I always knew I came from a long line of seal people. My mother taught me early on how she manages her powers and cared for her pelt and that I would have to do the same one day. My first time transforming was…difficult. But the body gets used to it after so many times. As for the magic…” He took a pause. Clearly the woman he was speaking to had some degree of magic, and may not be keen on him having to steal magic to keep his pelt charged. She may even be fearful that he’d try to steal magic from her. Of course, that was originally the idea he had in approaching her, but she didn’t need to know that. “It’s borrowed from other sources. A little bit from a meddlesome fae playing tricks on people or a spellcaster setting fires serves to feed my pelt and keep the town safe all at the same time.” 

While he did try to steal from those who deserved it, he did end up stealing from the innocent and unsuspecting more often than not. Those who were more mischievous and threatening with their powers tended to guard their magic much more effectively. 

“Others can steal the pelt and drain its magic, which is part of why they fetch a high price. Some can even use it to restore the powers to a magic user who had theirs stolen before. But only another selkie can wear the pelt and transform into a seal. Well, you can also turn into something similar like a sea lion or walrus, but the seal appearance is the more “traditional” appearance.” He thought back on William and how desperate he must have been to track him down and steal his pelt just to restore his own powers. Marcus also remembered how desperate he was when he was without his pelt for nearly 3 months. 

“The highest profits come from other selkies, actually. Those who have lost their pelts or had theirs stolen. Those who are in the peak of their withdrawals. You see, our seal form is almost like our true selves. And without it, there are a lot of physical and mental drawbacks. We can even die if left without our pelts for too long. Unfortunately, thefts and damages to pelts from hunters has lead to a great deal of infighting and mistrust amongst other selkies. Not enough pelts to keep everyone alive, basically.” 

He had probably gone a bit too in depth, but if Mona wanted information he figured he may as well give it to her. He also wanted to keep talking so that they could skirt over the “stealing magic” topic as smoothly as possible. 

“Mona and Marcus, M&M, we could be best pals, you know.” Besties, if Monabelieved any of what he was actually saying. She still couldn’t believe it, but the proof was right in front of her, and she knew she had to believe it because a shifter was a shifter, no matter how you spun it. Even if lamias were created out of a curse in their bloodline, at the very least they didn’t have to put something on. It still felt like a mockery, and Mona wasn’t sure how to feel about it. 

Marcus continued to explain and Mona stayed silent, doing her best to piece it all together. She couldn’t remember her parents ever discussing selkies, but then again, they hadn’t had much to discuss with her anyway. Her friends back in Ireland, however– they seemed far more knowledgeable with this stuff. Mona wondered if Inge knew what selkies were and made a mental note to ask. Maybe Felix knew a thing or two, as well. She could ask them questions instead of being invasive. Then again, that never really stopped her from asking the questions she had. 

Though, the mention of magic seemed to put Marcus on pause. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was a sacred thing, something like her hoshi no tama. But then he was explaining he didn’t have magic, and that it was both fae or spellcaster magic that kept his pelt charged? It was all so weird. In her seventy something years, she’d never heard anything like it. It wasn’t like she was refusing the story or the history that Marcus brought to the table, but she was having a hard time digesting the idea that somebody could just try something on and recharge it with magic that wasn’t even theirs to begin with. 

She had so many questions, but she tried to do her best to let Marcus speak. What was the use in interrupting him? Especially when she had no idea on where to start and with what questions. “So it’s… gatekeeping you, sort of.” She wasn’t sure if that was the right word, but she had heard it used a time or two, “or gaslighting–?” A puzzled expression peeled over her features and she shook her head, tucking her hair behind both her ears before her hands came to rest around either side of her neck. “I believe you and I don’t, but only because it’s so different than anything… and the magic bit, the part where you siphon it, that…” It left her uneasy to say the least, “I’m not really sure I understand that at all.” At least she was in the clear– her powers weren’t really magic, they just were. 

“Like, I just eat ghosts to sustain myself, but I don’t– I mean, I eat other things. I really like tacos.” She scrunched her nose before letting out a breath. “Okay, Marcus. Let’s say I believe you and your little pelt story.” She’d seen it with her own eyes, but she still felt like there was something missing, “I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine, obviously.” She extended a hand, eyes narrowed with faux suspicion. He had a lot to lose, and it was obvious. She hadn’t divulged nearly as much as he had. 

M & M, Marcus didn’t exactly hate the sound of it. After all, in a town like this, friends were very valuable resources. Yet this friend didn’t seem all too familiar with how her abilities worked, and also didn’t seem to show much interest in figuring it out. 

“Hmmm, I guess gatekeeping would be a decent way of putting it. Can’t have my powers unless the pelt wants to cooperate with me. Sometimes, if you’re pelt isn’t charged and you can’t use it for a long time, it feels like when people get withdrawals from coming off some kind of vice. Except, instead of the symptoms getting better over time, they continue getting worse. So you could say it’s kind of essential for everyone to keep a hold of.”

“Basically, the pelt uses magic to mold itself and transform. But there’s no inherent magic in the pelt itself. So it has to come from somewhere, you know?” 

Sometimes when he spoke of selkie pelts he felt as if he were attributing to them a mind of their own. And sometimes, it felt as though they had a mind of their own too. 

“You…eat ghosts?” Marcus asked incredulously. He had only dealt with the ghost of the old man in the lighthouse previously, he didn’t know they could be eaten. Couldn’t they phase through shit? Wouldn’t they be able to just…walk out of her? 

“Glad to hear my secret’s safe with you…but for real you eat ghosts? Because that could be really useful down the line some time. There’s a lot of spooky things hanging around here and not all of them can be handled with a knife.” 

“Your secret is, of course, safe with me. Folks like you and me have to stick together and look out for each other after all. I’d keep a low profile if I were you though, which means cool it with the light shows” he said, gesturing back up at the sky. 

The explanation that Marcus put into his pelt should have reassured Mona that she wasn’t being fucked with, but there was still something strange. “In a way, I can understand that.” It was the closest she’d get to admitting that there was something she was guarding, too. There was no use in going into the details, especially considering how she wasn’t sure where to start. Besides, she was sure if he really wanted to do more, he could research it himself. 

Marcus went on further and Mona’s brows furrowed. She tried to align everything, tried to make it perfect and pretty– to make it make sense, but she still wasn’t quite sure how something without magic could need magic, especially a shifter. Mona decided silently that she’d do her own research. “Your pelt is magic, got it.” She wasn’t sure that’s what he was trying to say, but it was what she landed on anyway. 

At his question, she nodded. “Only the non-aggressive ones, and not like, poltergeists.” She shivered, thinking about the number of spirits she’d left in her wake after realizing they were a little too big for her appetite. “I eat ghosts, I eat fries, I like to eat fish, too. You’re a seal, you can understand that.” At least she was agreeing that he was a seal– that was a good start. 

Mona smiled at his extension of understanding and nodded. “I’m glad that we met, even if I’m not sure I believe you.” So much for giving in to the reality of their situation, “but I’m sure I will overtime. Do you do tricks, like at the circus? Is that rude?” She paused, face relaxing slightly, “how about we talk more about it over fries? I’ll get you your own.” 

“Well Mona,” said Marcus, “at least we’re a little bit closer to an understanding. It isn’t magic itself, but it uses it.” 

Marcus pondered, if she didn’t eat dangerous ghosts did she just eat the poor souls who were stuck here without a way to be laid to rest. Furthermore, what happened to a ghost that was eaten? Is it fully conscious inside her stomach, do they pass on to whatever afterlife there is, or do they just cease to exist completely? He didn’t want to think on it too long. Those types of thoughts always filled him with existential dread. 

“I do like fish, although when I’m not in the water I do prefer them cooked. But eating a scallop or oyster fresh from the seafloor is an experience most people can only dream of. I mean, talk about a fresh catch”. 

“Can’t say I’ve ever tried doing tricks”, he laughed at the question. He wasn’t offended, more amused at the idea of balancing a ball on his nose while a bunch of onlookers surrounded him, enjoying the show. “But yes, I’d love to talk with you more about it. And I just so happen to know a really good spot to go for fries, too!” 

[spacetrashpile]

ok shoutout to @pixlostinatos for the Fucking Horrifying idea i’m about to propose to you all

so. the history book mayor lizzie has about the ocean queen says that historians gather she was exceptionally tall due to the height of the doorways in the ocean empire. maybe it wasn’t lizzie’s intention with that book, but it seems to imply that historians never recovered queen lizzie’s body. so that bears the question: what happened to her?

there’s obviously the possibility she’s still alive somewhere (she does cannonically have a very long lifespan), but in the case that she’s not…

well, at the end of lizzie’s season 1, she just sort of… logged out. she forgot why she had ever been there and then she was just gone. there’s a lot of different ways you can make that work in universe, but for the sake of this, we’re going to use pix’s proposed cannon for when someone logs out: you enter a sort of coma, you're totally unconscious and cannot be woken, but you'll survive until you log back in and exit that state. very simple!

so, if this is the cannon we're running with, then lizzie went into a coma-like state at the end of season one, and, of course, that begs the question: where is she now? she wouldn't be recognizable as the ocean queen (at least, not to most people), and that would mean she'd probably be passed over. however, wouldn't it be at least a little weird to find a random, presumably comatose, person in the middle of a drained ocean? wouldn't someone have asked questions?

so that's where we get into the idea here.

the fae have existed in the empires world for a long time, it seems. they've been around, and they've been doing their thing for a while, living off the land... somewhere.

lizzie went backwards through her transformation when the ocean drained. she lost her memories, she looked fully human again, she could no longer breathe underwater. but at her core, she always has been and always will be an ocean creature. an axolotl. deep in her dna, that's what she is, even if her mind and her body don't reflect it.

the fae eat axolotls.

they prefer their prey alive, and trapped. unable to run away.

and i think i would define a coma as exactly that. :)

[charlenasaxen]

Favorite Quotes - Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo

“The image of Eddie’s corpse, emptied out and dolled up, remained stuck”

“in the gold afternoon light, the black chrome and black detailing and cherry-red rims struck him”

“banging his head and his pride on the roof of the car”

“chances he took without his usual second-in-command on site”

“a guitar and a battered amp in the closet that used to be Andrew’s and were once again”

“Andrew had sprawled over his center console to reach out his passenger window and flip off a smirking Eddie, who had his shades pushed up”

“No part of Andrew could conceive of the room as a goodbye offering. It was too much a welcome”

“Five months of separation that had stretched into eight over the summer, and now would never end”

“Every moment of his life that followed would take him further from Eddie, no matter his efforts”

“It’s your house, stand all afternoon if you want to. I was being polite.”

“The alerts went on and on with the phone balanced on Riley’s palm like a snake that might bite”

“Thirty-seven unread messages, eight missed calls. Six voicemails. Also, a software update”

“Who am I supposed to be calling?”

“I’m assuming whoever left you all those messages,”

“In the better version of their lives that he didn’t get to have, Eddie would’ve been getting the other boot, or throwing up over the porch railing. He missed him with fierce pain.”

“With no attempt to delay for propriety’s sake, West responded immediately”

“his unknowing response: keep it together I’ll be there soon”

“streaked with pale washout dye that had already disappeared by his funeral a month later”

“Eddie’s next text just said cmere, followed by Andrew’s response, would if I could asshole”

“Home was where Eddie was; home was nowhere, now”

“even if Andrew swallowed the suggestion that he’d been abandoned, Eddie wouldn’t disrespect him so completely”

“a handful of unremarkable young men who could all use each other’s IDs in a pinch”

“it shattered with a burst of flame and glass. The crowd roared.”

“but apparently he’d left that shit up to interpretation”

“It reminded him of his own habitual match with Eddie, first and last no matter what happened between—until now.”

“terror and delight and the promise of risk bringing him to life.

Smashing forward into motion was as natural as breathing”

“his blood leapt desperately toward another person, the only other person who carried it, too far away—Eddie’s final coherent thought was, help me.”

“Eddie hadn’t wanted to die—Eddie tried to save himself. If Andrew had come home sooner—if he’d been there”

“it seems like it fucking killed him, so tell me again how I owe you something?”

“to approximately dick-level. He had to admire the lack of dissembling”

“When he was around he was king of the castle, and it made me forget to ask where the fuck he was the rest of the time”

“Andrew, in his briefs and socks, eating applesauce directly from the container in front of the fridge, had the option to either stand his ground or flee”

“He wanted to believe that, if their positions were reversed, Eddie would have already drowned the necessary parties in the ocean”

“I asked to see where, after they brought him back and called his parents”

“letters he presumed Halse had left, the only other man to visit Eddie’s resting place”

“someone else was there. Another set of hands arranging the stiff corpse.”

“Violence hadn’t found Eddie here in the forest, not at this resting place, quiet and green”

“The soil had so little spilled blood to give as offering to Andrew when he came for his inheritance”

“The desperation of Eddie reaching out to him at the end”

“tracing the initials one more time. Days after he had died, Sam had stood here and carved a spot to remember Eddie by.”

“He didn’t have the sense god gave a dog”

“you meet them, you like them, you get to spending time with them”

“Ed did that with us before you even showed up, so we have to help you out for his sake.”

“all big eyes and flopping around like a sexy rag doll,” Riley noted.

The tips of Andrew’s ears went hot”

“that Eddie still wanted him in his final moment”

“Edward’s ring,” she said. “I found it, after”

“not addressing the fact that he’d been with Sam in the first place.”

“I remember his excitement about some recent discovery he’d made, but I never had a chance to find out what.”

“heart pounding in his chest. The phantom image of Eddie kissing him in his sleep.”

“No one else had been there with him in the cavern for hours spread across days, freezing, terrified of encroaching death”

“a seventy-five percent tip on West’s dime.”

“He had gotten used to their curse and what it could do in the years since, and that had made him complacent”

with an electric blue sticky note on top that said “eat these Andrew.”

“took his phone from between his teeth.”

“He owned the land across that invisible line. He wondered if he’d recognize the moment he stepped across the divide.”

“Blood for blood, offered to the earth—wasn’t that a familiar story”

“families and land and sacrifice. And the things that had happened in the cavern—”

“The land’s hungry, and it gets its due, one way or another.”

“Except the tale belonged to him, the scion of a cursed house”

“He’d found some other record of the curse to hunt down in his final days.”

“In case you missed it, the last person doing the research you just asked him to do is dead.”

“I broke my ankle, he concussed himself. We couldn’t climb out. I broke all my fingernails trying to get up.”

“he was the sole living person who knew the tale. After he told it, he wouldn’t be alone.”

“No light at all…crawling through the pooled, brackish water, pawing at slick stones”

“When the blood touched Eddie’s hair his neck turned, an unnatural jerk”

“Troth knew her husband wasn’t going to see through another winter, and he felt a kinship with her over that—Eddie wouldn’t be seeing snow either”

“to avoid eavesdropping on their goodbyes”

“Not real surprised she’s excited about a weird death curse; that library felt like it’d seen a few of its own”

“Faded photos of two tanned boys, summer sons, gazed into the family camera”

“Shock and rage exploded across Andrew’s body in a blistering wash, propelling him forward.”

“Literally anyone who talked to Eddie in that last week.”

“A different hunger, one that would remain unsated. He was about to turn twenty-three, and Eddie wasn’t going to see it happen.”

“Andrew lifted his tattoo to his mouth for a good-luck kiss”

“he and Eddie had gotten kicked out of four bars in succession and ended up unconscious in a stranger’s yard”

“growing past the static moment in time the revenant would always be trapped inside.”

“the force that drove dogs to waste to death on their masters’ graves”

“as an apology to the friend he’d loved or a reminder of his responsibility to him”

“Go to class, hold down the fort, and don’t draw her attention”

“The golden, sun-scattered kitchen was homey. Nothing cast a real shadow.”

“to keep from charging straight up the staircase to drag a dying man out of his bed”

“I’m surprised to see you’re not still wearing his ring, Andrew.”

“Still?” he asked with a swoop in his stomach

“He’d come full circle, back to the kid trapped in a cavern with a broken ankle, waiting to die”

“drag Sam along with him, unwilling but dedicated, repeating the cycle of his inheritance”

“With him settled, she pecked a kiss on her husband’s forehead”

“there are few limits on what I’d do to save him.”

“Sorry,” Mark contributed with an unnecessarily chipper tone

“I saw you two in the newspaper, and I wondered”

“Recognition rocked him at the sight. That edge had bit through Eddie’s flesh first.”

“You thought you were hunting me, but you were being herded along.”

“Do you understand?”

“Fuck you,” he said.

“I expected as much,”

“Rope creaked. Andrew’s blood pooled”

“He had become a passenger in his flesh, one half of a whole, as he’d thought of himself for so long.”

“Their inheritance was strong—not Andrew’s thought, though it occupied his head”

“She drove her thumbs into the meat of his arms; he shrieked again. One of the horses whinnied in empathetic distress.”

“the rush of death beat through the room like a hundred pairs of wings. Mark had gone limp.”

“Driven by the recollection of Eddie’s pain”

“the welcome reminder of his belonging. Their alternate perspectives notched like puzzle pieces,”

“Eddie, bound to this chair, flinging their gift to Andrew in hopes that he’d catch”

“Your eye,” he whispered.

“It hurts,” Sam said, voice so small

“And Eddie, my god. Oh my god.”

“The haunt chittered sympathetic nothingness at him and took clumsy control to maneuver him to the car”

“As boys they’d been happy here, together, and he felt scraps of the lifelong yearning Eddie had dragged to his grave.”

“To be fair, Eddie’s dismembered voice coming out of Andrew’s body wasn’t Andrew’s favorite thing, either.”

“Fire wouldn’t cleanse the history from that earth, but maybe it could put the bones to rest.”

despite its unwillingness to abandon him.

“This is yours,” he whispered.

Come on. I love you, but this is no life. His acquired memories slithered free with a mournful pang.

“Goodbye,” he said.

“to preserve the memory of Eddie as he’d really been, rather than what he’d become”

“Eddie had left him this, also: a future to see through.”

“Tonight they were celebrating. The review committee had accepted Riley’s thesis proposal, revised to adapt Eddie’s unfinished work”

“Possibilities swirled in the smell of gasoline and the crisp October night”

[icemavs]

later

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell arrived to NAS North Island the night before and woke himself up to go on a run. What he didn't expect was to meet one of the most beautiful men he'd ever seen in his life and then have the best sex of his life. Only to run into him... later. (4.8k, explicit, ao3)

The alarm clock rang out at 0630 sharp causing Maverick to quite literally jump out of his bed. Sometimes he really hated his own perfectionism in his day to day life. He pulled on a pair of shorts, electing to forgo a shirt since it was already getting warm so early in the morning. Maverick made sure to brush his teeth and flatten down his hair so it wasn’t quite so unruly before heading out on his daily run. Forcing himself to be a morning person was both the best and worst decision Maverick had ever made. 

The beginning of the run was always the worst part, so Maverick knew he just had to get past the first half mile and he would have a good run. The weather was nice, the sun coming up over the mountains and lighting the paved path that went around the perimeter of the base. 

Maverick always enjoyed running on a new base. It gave him a chance to learn the lay of the land on his own while still getting in a good workout. North Island wasn’t a completely new base to him, he had been stationed there a very short time early in his career, but that was close to a decade ago, so a lot had changed and he didn’t remember it all that well. 

He breathed in the sea air as he came close to the beach, the salty air stinging his nose, but it was a welcome feeling. Once he came upon the sand, he slowed to a walk and eventually stopped to take in the view in front of him. The expansiveness of the ocean never ceased to amaze him. Although he loved to be in the air, flying faster than the speed of sound, being able to do it over the open water gave him a rush that couldn’t be matched by anything else. Maverick stood with his hands on his hips and let the sun warm his back. He could hear footsteps behind him, presumably someone else on an early morning run, but the path was wide enough, and he was keen to mind his own business, so he didn’t feel the need to turn around.

Suddenly, a hard body slammed into him. The body bounced off Maverick, leaving behind a feeling of sticky sweat, as Maverick attempted to regain his balance so he could tell the perpetrator off. When Maverick turned, he was met with the view of a shock of blonde hair attached to a beautifully toned body. The man’s face was hidden as he looked down to gather himself. 

“Hey, what the fuck, man?” Maverick half shouted once he’d recovered from the shock of seeing such an attractive man in front of him, his anger from being run into was quickly fading. “It’s a wide enough path, how the fuck did you even run into me?”

The man looked up from where he was straightening out his shorts and dog tags. He had startlingly blue eyes and a full set of lips. Maverick felt his stomach turn over and a pool of heat gather in his lower abdomen. 

“I’m sorry, man,” the man started. The timbre of his voice was tantalizing, Maverick’s mouth was close to watering. “Something fell out of my pocket and I was looking down and just didn’t see you…” he trailed off. 

Truthfully, Maverick hadn’t heard a single word that came out of his beautiful mouth and he just shook his head and put a smile on his lips. “I’m Pete,” he said, sticking out his hand for the man to shake. “Don’t worry about it, it happens.”

“Tom,” the man replied, taking Maverick’s hand. His grip was strong and his hand was warm. 

“Well, Tom, before you crash landed into my back, how was your run going? It obviously isn’t the first time you’ve done this.” Maverick let his eyes drag down Tom’s body before pulling them back up to make eye contact once again. 

Tom laughed – a beautiful sound – and his eyes lit up as the apologetic, kicked puppy look vanished from his face. “It was just fine, but honestly, now it’s better,” he said. “I’m about to turn around and head back if you want to join.” He jerked a thumb in the direction of the parking lot and Maverick was choosing to ignore that it was the opposite direction he came from. 

As Tom finished his sentence, his eyes trailed down from Maverick’s face to sweep over his shirtless torso. Maverick fidgeted under his gaze, but he held his ground. He wasn’t going to back down just because an insanely attractive man was showing interest in him.

Tom’s eyes once again made their way to meet Maverick’s, this time a dark look was in them, but it wasn’t malicious by any means. 

“I’d love to accompany you, as long as you give me a ride home since I walked here.” Maverick hoped his assumptions and intentions weren’t incorrectly placed. 

Tom smiled, full of teeth. “I’d be happy to.”

The two men walked together back to the parking lot, their Sunday workouts long forgotten as a new type of cardio had piqued their interest. They managed to avoid talking about the Navy, despite having met on a naval base. Maverick, at least, had little to no interest in finding out more about Tom for the time being. Personal discussions could come later; if there was a later, of course. 

“Brave to run out here without a shirt,” Tom remarked. 

Maverick looked over at him. “Why’s that?” he asked. 

“You could get sunburnt,” Tom answered. “Wouldn’t want that pretty little body to get all red.”

Maverick could feel a blush blooming all over his face and spreading down to his chest. “You think I’m pretty?” he asked somewhat stupidly, not being able to come up with something better. 

“Of course,” Tom said. 

They walked in silence after that until they reached Tom’s car and slowed to a stop. There was a slight air of tension between them, the unanswered question of where to go from there hung in the balance. Tom had a hungry look in his eyes and a small smile danced at the edges of his mouth. Maverick was standing with his backside against the passenger side door and he ran a hand through his hair, simultaneously a nervous gesture and to tame his hair. 

“So, where are you staying?” Tom asked him, taking a step closer to Maverick. His hand twitched at his side, as if he wanted to reach out and touch Maverick, but he was waiting for permission. Maverick swallowed thickly and nodded his head to answer the unsaid question. 

“Does it matter?” Maverick asked back, answering his question with one of his own. He was hopeful. 

“It matters if I’m going to fuck you senseless,” Tom said simply, as if he was asked what he wanted for breakfast. He stepped forward and placed one hand on Maverick’s hip and the other under Maverick’s chin, tilting his head upward. Maverick sucked in a breath in anticipation. 

Tom leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Maverick’s, a much more tender gesture than Maverick was expecting, but he welcomed it just the same. A small sound escaped him as Tom pressed his body up against Maverick’s. Through the thin material of their shorts, he could feel Tom’s slowly hardening cock, and Maverick knew his own felt the same. 

When Tom pulled back just slightly, Maverick let out a soft whine. “So, where are you staying?” Tom asked again, the ghost of a breath tickling Maverick’s lips. 

“Temp base housing, just down the street,” Maverick replied. 

“Perfect,” Tom said, leaning in one last time to capture Maverick’s lips with his own. 

They got into the car and drove the short distance to Maverick’s place. The silence between them was so thick that Maverick was sure he could’ve cut it with a knife. He kept his eyes trained on the road in front of them, but when he was getting in the car, he thought he caught a glimpse of a green flight suit covered in patches in the backseat. Pairing that with the fact that Tom wore his dog tags, Maverick would wager a guess that Tom was probably a pilot, too. That was something that he would deal with later. 

Once they arrived, Tom wasted no time in getting out of the car. Maverick scrambled after him and pulled his keys out of his pocket. He fumbled with them at the door, Tom standing so close behind him that Maverick could feel his breath on his neck. 

Maverick got the door open and when it closed behind them, Tom was right back on him, hands roaming over Maverick’s torso. After a few moments of wandering hands from both parties, Tom began to sink to his knees, earning himself a groan from Maverick. 

“Fuck, Pete,” Tom breathed against Maverick’s hips. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Maverick’s shorts and looked up at Maverick with wide, blue eyes. 

“Please,” Maverick begged. 

That was all the go-ahead Tom needed apparently, and he pulled down Maverick’s running shorts and briefs in one quick sweep. He smiled when Maverick’s already hard cock bobbed up and down. Maverick gasped at the feeling of the cool air hitting him in all the right places and he couldn’t believe what was happening. He was also having a hard time believing just how gentle Tom was being. The hardness of his ice blue eyes was in stark contrast to how he touched Maverick. Tender touches of his lips to his hips as he took Maverick into his hands.

Maverick exhaled all the air in his lungs in one go and brought his hands up to fist into Tom’s hair. He just let them rest there, not pushing or pulling. Tom moved his eyes to Maverick’s when he finally ceased pressing kisses to his abdomen. Maverick felt like he couldn’t breathe, but in the best way possible. Tom took Maverick’s cock into his mouth, warm and wet, his eyes still never leaving Maverick’s. He took him down nearly all the way before wrapping his hand around the base and pulling off after a second. His lips never left the tip, but his tongue darted out to lick at the underside causing Maverick to let out a long moan at the feeling. 

He didn’t have much to go off of in the way of experience getting blowjobs from other men, but even still, he knew this was about to be the best of his life. 

Maverick tightened his grip a little in Tom’s hair and pulled his head forward in a silent question. Tom blinked up at him and sank back down with a smile dancing at the edge of his eyes. He picked up the pace as he wrapped his hands around the back of Maverick’s thighs. Maverick felt himself hit the back of Tom’s throat at the same time as Tom grabbed handfuls of Maverick’s ass. It was almost too much. 

With the hands in Tom’s hair, Maverick finally pulled him off after a few more minutes of torturous pleasure. Tom’s mouth was slack as he smiled up at Maverick and his eyes had the hint of tears. When he stood up, Maverick could see the shine of spit and precome on his lips and Maverick got hungry. He quickly pulled on Tom’s shoulders to bring him close to kiss the smile off his face. Once it seemed that Tom had regained his bearings, he took control of the kiss. He still had his hands on Maverick’s ass and used that leverage to pull him closer, making Maverick arch his back into the touch. Both men moaned into the kiss, Tom grinding his still-clothed hips into Maverick’s glaringly naked ones. Tom pulled away, once more earning a whine from Maverick.

“Bed, Pete,” he said, tugging on Maverick’s hand. 

Maverick forgot his qualms with no longer kissing Tom when he heard the reason why. He quickly led them to the bedroom, gripping onto Tom’s hand and trying not to giggle like an idiot. He hadn’t had this much spontaneous fun in years, he was always too busy training, always having to settle for quick and disappointing hookups and handjobs in bunks and closets on ships. But this? This was fun, this was something he could see himself doing again. Especially if Tom was a pilot like he suspected. That was a problem for later, though. 

When they reached the bedroom, Maverick turned around to see Tom finally shedding his running shorts. Maverick groaned when he was gifted with the sight of what Tom was hiding in there. His cock looked heavy and was red from neglect, and Maverick couldn’t wait to get his hands or his mouth on it. Tom took the few steps forward to close the distance between them, and once his lips met Maverick’s again, he walked them backward until Maverick’s knees hit the bed and the two tumbled over.

“Fuck,” Maverick exhaled as he hit the bed. Tom was a solid weight on top of him, immediately getting to work. He worked his tongue into Maverick’s mouth with incredible precision, taking Maverick apart in just a few minutes. His hand traveled downward until it reached Maverick’s hips. He grabbed a hold with a bruising grip. Maverick was sure it would leave a mark and he relished the thought. 

“How do you want to do this, baby?” Tom asked. 

“Whatever you want, Tom,” Maverick replied. “I mean it.”

At that, Tom let out a sound akin to a growl and continued his assault on Maverick’s lips. His free hand came up to fist in Maverick’s hair and pulled his head back. Tom pressed kisses down the side of Maverick’s neck and sucked marks into the skin there. He took his hand from Maverick’s hip and tapped the inside of his thighs as an indication for Maverick to spread his legs. 

Maverick obliged and Tom sat up to admire Maverick at a new angle from between his legs. Maverick knew he was hot, so many people in his life had told him as much, but no one had ever taken as much time to appreciate him and worship him as Tom was taking now. Tom wasn’t too hard on the eyes either, and it seemed he knew it too. 

Once Tom seemed satisfied, he grabbed onto Maverick’s thighs and flipped him over without much effort. Maverick situated himself on his elbows and knees with his ass in the air, pushing it out toward Tom and knowing he looked good in this position. 

Apparently, Tom thought so, too, and Maverick heard him let out a low whistle. 

“You look so fucking good like this, Pete,” Tom said, awe present in his voice. “Spread out, ready and waiting for me. So fucking pretty.” 

How Tom could sound so reverent about a man he just met not an hour earlier was beyond Maverick, but he wasn’t going to think about that now. He had other matters to attend to. 

“C’mon Tom,” Maverick urged. “Just go for it, I know you won’t regret it.” He had a smile on his face, and though he knew Tom couldn’t see it, he hoped he could hear it in his voice. 

“Oh I know, sweetheart,” Tom said. “I’m just admiring the view.”

Without waiting for Maverick to answer, Tom gripped Maverick’s hips and gripped tightly before pressing feather-light kisses to Maverick’s ass. Maverick’s breathing hitched when he felt Tom gently pull apart his ass cheeks, not ready for what was coming. He was preparing himself for one of two things, and he would be satisfied with either, though not necessarily preferring one over the other. 

Maverick let out a gasp when he heard the click of what he presumed was a bottle of lube and felt Tom’s thumb brush over his rim. 

“When the fuck did you grab lube?” Maverick asked, biting off the end of his question when a cool, slick finger prodded at his entrance. 

“Doesn’t matter,” Tom said simply. At that, he started to slide his finger in slowly, causing Maverick to bite his lower lip at the stretch. 

“Ah, fuck, Tom, please,” he begged. 

“Please, what, baby?” Tom asked smugly. “You gotta ask so I know.”

“Go fucking faster,” Maverick choked out. Tom finally slid his finger in just past the second knuckle and earned himself a high-pitched whine from Maverick. He slowly worked his finger in and out, hooking it every other thrust. “Another, please, Tom, I can take it.���

“I’m sure you can.” Tom added a second finger alongside the first and let out a huff of air as Maverick practically deflated. The stretch burned in the best way possible, his hands were fisted into the sheets so tightly his knuckles were turning white. It was taking everything in him to keep his hips in the air. It had been a long time since he had been strung out and fucked properly. Years even, if he really thought about it. 

Maverick relished the burn and embraced it as he let out breathy moans. He pushed his face into the mattress and subconsciously began to shallowly thrust his hips as his cock tried to remind him that it was being neglected. 

Tom put his free hand on Maverick’s lower back as his occupied one began to add a third finger. “Still,” was all he said, and Maverick stopped his movements. 

“I’m ready Tom, please,” Maverick grunted. “Please.”

Tom didn’t ask him to clarify this time, apparently ready to get things moving, too, and he slipped his fingers out, letting the excess lube drip down Maverick’s backside. Maverick whined at the feeling of emptiness, but he didn’t let it affect him too much when he heard the cap of the lube bottle click open once again. Tom patted Maverick on his calf and muttered for Maverick to flip back over onto his back. Maverick obliged and grinned from ear to ear when he saw Tom rolling on a condom. 

“When the fuck did you find a condom?” Maverick asked, baffled at how Tom got these things done without Maverick knowing, but that was something he would figure out later. 

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about me, Pete,” Tom replied. He was situating himself between Maverick’s legs once again. “Just enjoy the ride.” He smiled as he grabbed hold of his cock to line it up with Maverick’s entrance. He grabbed Maverick by the shoulders and hoisted him up so they were nearly chest to chest. Realistically, Tom wasn’t much bigger than him, but Maverick really enjoyed being manhandled a little bit. 

He balanced himself on his knees, straddling Tom’s lap, and Tom gripped Maverick’s hips to lower him gently onto his cock. Tom pressed their foreheads together and Maverick tried to kiss him but it ended up being more of him panting into Tom’s mouth. 

Once he was fully seated, Maverick tried to get words out, but the stretch of Tom’s cock was almost too much. He had never felt so full and so satisfied at the same time. 

“Fu-uck, Tom,” Maverick managed. “Move, please…”

Tom just nodded and slowly shifted his hips to start a rhythm. Maverick wanted to get the show on the road just as much as Tom, so he strained his thighs to lift himself up and down to match the pace Tom had set. In order to keep up, Maverick leaned back to get more leverage and put his weight on one hand with his other wrapped around Tom’s neck. He rolled his hips in time with Tom’s and the two worked together to keep the pace. 

“God, Pete, you’re so fucking good,” Tom breathed. “I can’t believe I found you. Just out there. You’re so fucking tight, you feel amazing.” Maverick leaned forward to kiss Tom’s neck, hips still moving in sync with Tom’s, and tried to leave a mark there. “You’re one to talk, your dick feels like heaven.”

Tom laughed breathlessly and pulled Maverick in for a kiss. With the new proximity, Maverick’s still-ignored cock was pressed between them and he got a small amount of relief. He broke from the kiss to moan loudly into Tom’s cheek. Tom seemed to take the hint and wrapped one of his hands around Maverick’s cock and began to pump slowly. 

The sounds coming from Maverick’s mouth were not ones he could remember ever making voluntarily, but he wasn’t about to complain when it felt this good. He was letting out breathy little moans and every so often his breath would catch in his chest when Tom swiped his thumb over the tip at the same time he hit his prostate. The final straw, though, was when Tom lightly grazed his thumbnail over Maverick’s slit at the same time as he hit his prostate.

“Tom,” Maverick choked out. “I’m close, fuck, I’m gon-”

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Tom cut him off. “You’re so good for me, Pete.” Tom sped up his strokes and Maverick sped up his hips in tandem. He could tell Tom was getting close too, if his breathing was any indication. It was coming in shorter bursts and it was hot against Maverick’s cheek. 

Just as Maverick went over the edge, Tom pressed their lips together, kissing him through his orgasm. Maverick tried his best to keep kissing him back, but the edge of his vision was blurring as he felt some of the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. He let Tom kiss him stupid, and when he felt Tom’s hips underneath him stutter, he was finally coherent enough to kiss back. 

“Yeah that’s it, Tom,” Maverick whispered against Tom’s lips. “Come on, fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Tom threw his head back when he came, Maverick latching onto his neck again, and slammed his hips into Maverick one last time. 

They sat in the same position for a little while longer before the cooling come between both their stomachs starting to catch their attention. Tom lifted Maverick off his softening cock and Maverick obliged, rolling down to land softly on the bed. Tom slipped off the condom and tied it off to drop it in the bedside trash can. He rolled off the bed and Maverick closed his eyes, sated and happy. 

Maverick heard the tap run in the bathroom and then footsteps coming back to the bedroom. He felt a warm washcloth on his stomach and a tap on his hip telling him to roll over. He did so, and the warm cloth was at his backside, gently wiping at his stretched rim to get rid of the lube left there. Tom started to walk away, but Maverick had had enough of being cold and alone in the bed, so without opening his eyes, he grabbed Tom by the wrist to pull him back in.

“Pete, the rag,” he tried. 

“Don’t care, throw it toward the bathroom, I’ll get it later,” Maverick mumbled into the mattress. He tugged on Tom’s arm again. “Come here.”

He could hear the smile in Tom’s sigh, choosing to ignore that he was being this cuddly for a person he just met. The rag plopped on the floor somewhere in the distance and Tom crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around Maverick’s middle. Tom pressed kisses to the tops of Maverick’s shoulders as he got situated.

“You know you have freckles back here?” Tom remarked. 

“I don’t really look there, but thank you,” Maverick replied. “Can’t turn my neck that far.” Tom laughed at him, and soon his breathing leveled out as Maverick realized he had fallen asleep. Maverick wasn’t far behind.

***

A series of sharp knocks sounded at the door to wake them both a few hours later. Maverick groaned and looked over at the clock on the nightstand. Once he saw the time, he jolted awake and out of bed, startling Tom out of his sleep as well. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Maverick rambled. 

“Fuck, what, Pete?” Tom asked, trying to get his bearings.

Another round of knocking came at the door. Maverick threw Tom’s shorts at him and tugged on his own pants. 

“Pete what is going on?” Tom asked again. 

“Fuck, I forgot I was going to the bar with a friend, he can’t see you,” Maverick managed to get out. 

“What? Why?” Tom tried.

“I told him I wouldn’t hook up with anyone right away when we got there, we made a bet, and if he sees you, I lose.” Maverick was frantically trying to flatten his hair down and button the pants of his dress whites at the same time. 

Tom laughed, but seemed to get the message and grabbed Maverick’s t-shirt and dress shirt out of the closet to save him time. Tom only had his shorts with him, so he was already dressed and tried to make a move for the door. 

“No!” Maverick yelled. “I mean, you can’t go out there, he can see you from the window.”

“Mav, let’s go!” came a voice from outside the door. “What the hell, man?”

Tom looked baffled. “What, do you want me to go out the window?”

Maverick had never heard such a good idea. “Please,” he said. To make up for such a ridiculous request, he grabbed Tom by the wrist and pulled him in for a deep kiss. “If you do this for me, I’ll make sure that I can see you again later. I promise.” He kissed Tom again and could feel his smile against his lips. 

“Fine, I’ll see you later,” Tom said, still smiling, full of teeth and beautiful. 

“God, you’re so hot,” Maverick breathed.

He smacked Tom on the ass as he climbed out, and quickly threw on the rest of his uniform before going to answer the door. 

“Goose!” he exclaimed, smiling sheepishly. 

Goose just rolled his eyes. “Come on, Mav, let’s just go.”

***

Maverick and Goose had been at the bar for about an hour, scoping out the people around them and trying to guess who was going to be in their TOPGUN class. Most people didn’t wear their flight suits to the bar, so it could have been anyone in whites. 

“So, Mav,” Goose started. Maverick turned to look at him, knowing exactly where it was going. “What were you up to today?”

Maverick sighed and took a long pull from his beer. “Just went for a run this morning and came home to take a nap,” he said. 

“Must have been one hell of a nap if you forgot what time we were meeting.” Goose turned around to order another drink at the bar but stopped short before the bartender could get to him. “Mav,” he said. “You want to know who the best is?” He paused to point to a blonde man in the corner, sipping a glass of a clear liquor. “That’s him, Iceman. It’s the way he flies, ice cold, no mistakes.” 

Goose kept talking, but Maverick stopped listening when he realized who he was looking at. Tom. He knew he’d see him later, but he didn’t think it would be so soon. Maverick was glad his suspicions about him being a pilot were confirmed, however. He looked very good in his whites, and Maverick couldn’t wait to see him in his flight suit.

A few moments later, Tom – Iceman – walked up to him and Goose, and a third man that had joined them that Maverick deduced was Tom’s RIO.

“Hey, Mother Goose, how’s it going?” Tom greeted Goose and shook his hand. 

“Tom, this is Pete Mitchell,” Goose said. “Mav, Tom Kazansky.”

Tom stuck his hand out for Maverick to shake. Maverick took it, keeping eye contact and shaking firmly. 

“Congratulations on TOPGUN,” Tom said civilly. 

“Thank you,” Maverick replied, eyes locked onto Tom’s lips at this point. 

“Sorry to hear about Cougar, he and I were like brothers in flight school,” Tom continued. Maverick stopped listening for a minute when Tom leaned over to grab some peanuts off the bar. The proximity made Maverick’s breath catch in his throat. “Say, you need any help?” Tom asked.

Maverick was jolted back into his head as Tom leaned in even closer. “With what?”

“You figured it out yet?” Tom said.

“What’s that?” Maverick was trying hard to figure out what the hell Tom was getting at. Mostly he was trying to keep from dropping to his knees right then and there in the bar.

“Who’s the best pilot,” Tom finally clarified. 

“I think I can figure that out on my own,” Maverick replied. 

Tom continued talking but Maverick stopped listening again, simply thinking about how he was going to get Tom back into his bed. The other man – Slider, Maverick figured out – started talking and pulled him and Tom back into the conversation with Goose. Once Slider was finished regaling the tale of Maverick and Goose seeing the MiG up close, they bid them farewell.

“See you later,” Tom said, only looking at Maverick. 

“You can count on it,” Maverick said quietly as Tom walked away. Yes, he would be seeing him later, he was sure of it.