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[discombobulatedderry]

Fire and Ice

Hey, hey, hey! I'm back. (not for long, i'm sorry for still not updating that Sevika fic, tee hee) It's finally time to write about Ambessa, my no. 1 muscle mommy RAAGHHH. I saw a fic inspiration from a prompt saying how would Ambessa fare with someone who has the same status or standing as them, of equal importance and such. That idea stayed in my mind for like...a long time, before I actually found the will to write this. I hope it's to your liking!

The war table was laid out in the heart of the grand strategy hall of Noxus, its dark stone bathed in the glow of torches that lined the walls like sentinels. The air was thick with tension, the scent of steel and smoke mixing with the scent of parchment and old ink. Maps were sprawled across the surface, marked with crimson lines of conquests and blue counters denoting enemy forces. Seated at one end of the table, you kept your hands folded, your crimson-painted armor polished to perfection, giving no indication of the battles you had fought nor the sleepless nights spent orchestrating victory from the shadows. Your reputation preceded you. The "Ice of Noxus," they called you—calculated, unyielding, and relentless in strategy. You were not one for empty boasts or needless bloodshed; efficiency was your doctrine, and success was your law. Across from you sat the Lioness of Noxus herself—Ambessa Medarda. A warrior unlike any other, her sheer presence a force of nature, her reputation built on unbreakable will and a lifetime of victories. Her form was adorned in golden pauldrons, her signature deep red cape draped behind her like the bloodstained banner of war itself. She had been watching you for the better part of the meeting, her intense gaze never wavering, even as others debated strategy and countermeasures. You felt the heat of her presence, a direct contrast to your own calculated cold. “The eastern front is still holding, despite the resistance,” one of the generals spoke, his voice edged with frustration. “We could force their surrender if we—” “Burn them out,” Ambessa interjected, her deep voice cutting through the discussion like a blade. You exhaled sharply, though your composure remained unshaken. “Unnecessary. We hold the advantage already.” She turned her gaze fully on you now, the flickering torchlight illuminating the sharp angles of her face, the slight smirk on her lips betraying her amusement. “You’d have us waste time and resources prolonging a battle that could end in days?” “No,” you answered, your tone cool. “I’d have us win without needless destruction. Precision is our strength, Medarda. A pyrrhic victory is no victory at all.” The room went silent. Tension coiled between you like a drawn bowstring. Ambessa leaned forward, placing both hands against the table, muscles flexing beneath her armor. “You fight like a scholar, not a warrior.” You tilted your head slightly, unfazed. “And you fight like a hammer, not a tactician.”

Her smirk widened, eyes darkening with something dangerous. Interest? Challenge? You weren’t sure. The other commanders exchanged wary glances. They had seen men crumble under Ambessa’s presence before. But you? You sat still, poised and unaffected, a perfect contrast to the fire she exuded. “You believe in war without fire,” she mused. “I wonder how long you’d last in the flames.” You met her gaze with a quiet intensity, your voice a blade cloaked in ice. “Try me.” And for the first time in a long time, Ambessa Medarda laughed. A deep, knowing chuckle that sent a shiver through the gathered warriors. This war was not yet over. And neither was the battle between you and the Lioness of Noxus. The meeting had long since ended, yet the echoes of your dispute with Ambessa still burned in your mind. You strode through the darkened halls of the fortress, the weight of strategy pressing against your thoughts. But there was another weight—one heavier, more demanding—that followed you. The door to Ambessa’s quarters loomed ahead, flanked by guards who stiffened at your approach. Without breaking stride, you pushed past them, your boots striking hard against the stone floor as you entered. Ambessa stood by the hearth, one hand resting on her hip, the firelight licking at the edges of her armor. She didn’t turn as the door shut behind you. “Bold,” she mused, voice deep with amusement. “But I expected nothing less from you.” “You are reckless,” you stated, stepping forward, your tone sharp and unyielding. “Do you even consider the cost of your conquests?” At that, she turned, eyes glinting with something primal. “I consider victory,” she countered, stepping toward you with slow, measured strides. “I consider strength.” Your jaw tightened. “Strength without control is destruction.” “And control without fire is stagnation,” she shot back, stopping just inches from you. The air between you was charged, her presence radiating heat that clashed against the ice in your veins. For a long moment, silence stretched between you, each waiting for the other to yield. But neither of you would. Not yet. Then, her lips curled into a smirk. “You argue with such conviction. I wonder—do you fight as fiercely as you speak?” You lifted your chin, voice as cold as the Noxian winter. “Only when necessary.” Ambessa hummed, tilting her head slightly. “Then perhaps I should see for myself.” The challenge hung heavy in the air, and you knew—this battle was far from over.

The space between you vanished in an instant. Her hand gripped your jaw, rough yet deliberate, forcing your gaze to hold hers. Fire burned in her eyes, a silent challenge issued in the heat of the moment. Before words could intervene, your lips crashed together in a fierce, claiming kiss. It was not soft, nor hesitant. It was war. Armor was unfastened, discarded piece by piece, each removal an unspoken surrender met with another advance. The firelight flickered, casting deep shadows across heated skin, the contrast between your cool resolve and her relentless passion only fueling the storm between you. She backed you against the stone wall, the chilled surface a stark contrast to the molten heat of her mouth against your throat. Your fingers dug into her shoulders, nails scraping against muscle as she pressed against you, strength overwhelming but not unwelcome. Every touch was a contest, every gasp a declaration of battle. She was relentless, pushing, taking, demanding, and yet you met her force with calculated precision, answering her ferocity with controlled intent. The tension that had crackled between you for months, the unspoken battles fought with glances and words, now spilled over in unrestrained desire. Fire and ice clashed, neither yielding yet both consumed in the inferno they had ignited.

She pushed, you pushed back. Teeth grazed, nails dug into flesh, neither of you willing to yield. When she pressed you against the wall, her hands gripping your wrists above your head, you yanked free, twisting her arm just enough to reverse the roles, pinning her instead. Her breath came hot against your skin, a slow, taunting chuckle escaping her lips. “Is that all?” she murmured, her voice thick with challenge. Your answer came in the form of your lips crashing against hers again, swallowing her words before they could fully form. She retaliated in kind, hands threading into your hair, yanking you closer, refusing to let you set the pace. Every move she made was met with calculated counterforce—when she pushed, you pulled; when she took, you took back. Every inch of revealed skin was a new battlefield, every breathless gasp a momentary victory before the war continued. She lifted you, forcing your back against the cold stone again, her knee parting your legs with practiced ease. But you wouldn’t let her win so easily. You twisted, rolling her beneath you, straddling her waist, pinning her hands to the bed now instead of the wall. A low growl rumbled in her throat, but her smirk never wavered. “I see,” she mused, voice husky. “The Ice of Noxus does know how to burn.” You leaned down, lips brushing the shell of her ear, huffing before biting on it. “And you know how to freeze.” The night was long, the battle unrelenting. Dominance was traded like a weapon, each of you testing, taking, yielding only when it served to heighten the war. And when the fire finally settled, the echoes of your conquest still lingered in the dim candlelight.

By the time the storm settled, the battle waged between sheets instead of steel, you lay beside her, breath uneven, skin alight with the remnants of war. She turned her head, golden eyes glinting in the dim light, a smirk tugging at her lips. “You fight well,” she murmured, voice husky. You exhaled, the ghost of a smirk playing on your own lips. “I always do.”

The following morning, the field was alive with the sound of steel and the march of disciplined boots. Warriors stood in formation, clad in dark armor bearing the sigils of their legions. The air was thick with the scent of iron and anticipation as banners of Noxus waved under the pale morning sun. You stood at the head of your elite force, each soldier a hardened veteran trained in precise, calculated warfare. Their discipline was absolute, their loyalty unwavering. They were an extension of your will, your strategy made manifest. Across from you, Ambessa led her own warriors, a force known for their sheer power and relentless brutality. They stood as fierce as their commander, a stark contrast to your own legion’s quiet control. Your eyes met Ambessa’s from across the ranks. The embers of your argument from the night before still smoldered beneath the surface, but there was something else—a silent acknowledgment, a respect forged in conflict. She inclined her head slightly, a smirk barely visible beneath the morning light. You gave nothing in return, your gaze unreadable, your posture rigid with authority. Then, with the signal given, the march toward the enemy camps began. Side by side yet divided, fire and ice rode into battle once more.

A/N: And, that's a wrap! I guess? I think? I don't know, let me know what you think though. As for any updates I might do, or works I can publish, I have no schedule as I have my college semester up my ass. I only really write when I have the chance to :"))

Again, thanks for reading!

[primarisly-marooned]

Tee hee have some Guilliman writingsssssss

Inspired by the AMAZBALLS art @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond did here! Also tagging @beckyninja bc they requested it dndndnnd

Wanted to start this by saying THANK YOU everyone who left such nice messages on my first ever wh40k fic!!!! It was super encouraging, and I'm sooooo glad to be here!

Now on to the good stuff!

Pairing: Roboute Guilliman x Reader

Warnings: non sexual massages, kissing, fluff, minor sexual themes, general size difference stuff bc Primarchs, World building apparently???

when i see your face

You staggered through the doors to your Lord Guilliman's office, arms laiden with scrolls and data slates from various other officials scattered across the McCragge's Honor and missives from off-ship. Your solemn duty was being a glorified serf for your Primarch, Roboute Guilliman of Ultramar, a duty many had said was beneath someone of your station.

But you were helping.

You could see it in the way your Lord's brow eased when you came trotting up with a cup of tea, or carried a plate of foods for him to browse. It was in the way his lightened and his lips relaxed, the rigid tension in his shoulders loosening enough that he no longer looked built into the ship.

If given a choice, you would chose this every time.

Even on days like this one where everything seemed to happen at once and seemingly needed to be done Right This Instant.

You could just about see your Lord sitting behind his enormous desk (made of real wood from Holy Terra!) his face settled in a harsh expression as he scowled down at his overrun desk space.

"My Lord," you squeaked out, near panting from your long walk carrying all the various forms. You clear your throat and try again, glad that your face is already flush from exertion. "My Lord, I have the data you required, and those new lordlings from the fourth quadrant finally sent their replies."

He grunted, a deep noise in his chest. A gesture had you carefully maneuvering around his surprisingly cluttered office to the stairs leading up to his desk, an added feature Lord Guilliman had installed a few weeks after you started.

Captain Sicarios had apparently taken umbrage at the fact that you couldn't reach the surface of Lord Guilliman's desk and was thus required to hand everything to him. The Captain's reaction to the stairs were well worth the minor humiliation you felt at needing the assist.

"Place them here, little one," his voice tired, and up close you could see the way his face was starting to sink in around his eyes and in his cheeks. "I'll get to them soon."

You both glanced at his overburdened desk. "Eventually."

He sighed heavily, running a massive hand over his face. You wince in sympathy, twisting your lips in a grimace. There truly was just so much. And Lord Guilliman looked so, so tired and worn.

Only ever in this room, you've found. Only ever when it's just you two alone. Did that make you special? You didn't think so, but your loyalty was absolute. You would not speak of your Lord's exhaustion to no one.

You slowly drag your gaze from the desk top to where the massive arm of your Primarch lays almost limp. His hands are almost brutish, and heavily scarred. The hands of a warrior.

Seeing it gives you an idea you almost reject immediately, but then Lord Guilliman exhaled long and slow, bringing your gaze back to the slow slump of the mountain range that were his shoulders. You steel yourself.

"My Lord? May I... try something to aid you?" Your voice is hesitant, but rings loudly in the almost oppressive silence of the room. His burning eyes peer ar you through the gaps in his fingers and you drop your gaze, unable to bear meeting his gaze for long.

He seemed to mull over his answer for a moment, and you feel his eyes on you the whole time. "...very well. Quickly now, I do not have much spare time."

An eager nod is your answer before you're reaching for the hand splayed across the desk on some unrolled scrolls. His smallest finger is longer than your entire hand, and you marvel once again at this demigod before you.

The first touch of your hand against his skin feels like it burns you, like touching a fresh spent bolter casing searing your flesh. It makes you flinch, and his fingers twitch across the dark wood.

You feel his eyes burning into you, and you do your best to ignore it, gently wrapping both hands around the edges of his and pulling slightly. "...could you move your hand for me, My Lord?" His hand weighed more than you expected, and a blush burns across your cheeks.

His near silent chuckle rumbles through you as he lifts his hand and allows you to direct it, flipping it over so the palm was facing upwards, fingers curling naturally towards his palm.

"This is something my mother used to do for me," you explain quietly to him as you started pressing your fingers into the thick meat of his palm. "I wrote constantly as a child and would get horrible cramps, so she would massage the muscles in my arm until I was able to use it again."

The faint memory of your mother had a bittersweet smile crossing your face, an old ache flaring softly in your chest. He doesn't respond, but neither does he pull away, so you continue digging your little fingers into his hand and wrist, slowly working your way up his arm.

You started humming at some point, even once your hands started aching. Your persevere through it, determined to help one more way.

At this point, you're halfway up his arm and kneeling on his desk, leaning forward to reach his bicep. Even relaxed his muscles feel like steel, his arm almost thicker around than your entire body. It's a strain to your thighs and back to be balanced so precariously, but your determined to see it through.

...though you might not be able to get his shoulders. No matter how much you'd love to.

Time passes as you continue in your self-appointed task, face keeping a steady blush at the way his eyes stayed on you the entire time. He never said anything the entire time. You don't even think he blinked. The only way you knew he didn't turn into a statue was the slow, deep breaths and the way his muscles jumped under your fingers.

At this point, you're at the joint of his shoulder, one hand braced against his arm to keep you upright as the other cups the joint tenderly. Your gaze wanders across the expanse of his skin, up his arm to his shoulder, to his neck, before finally resting on his face.

You don't have a name for the expression on his face, but it lights a gentle fire in your heart, igniting an incredibly stupid impulse.

A quick movement had your feet under you on the desk so you were standing, putting you at a height advantage over your Primarch. A thrill raced up your spine at the way it had him looking up at you.

But you cut the distance between yourselves and, before you lose your nerve, press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

You withdrawl quickly, face feeling like a little torch and peek at Lord Guilliman's expression.

His eyes were blown wide, lips parted, separating the stain of your lipstick pressed into his skin. A violent flush starts at the base of his collarbone and steady climbs up his neck and you suddenly remember what you are and who he is.

In a rush of motion you're down your little flight of stairs, words tumbling over themselves in your mouth as you all but flee the room in a panic. What did you just do?

Roboute could only stare in blank shock as the door swished closed behind you, the hand you were rubbing slowly reaching up to touch where you kissed him.

His arm felt no different save where his skin tingled at the memory of your touch, and a deep inhale had your scent flooding his hindbrain with dopamine.

Licking his lips had the taste of your mouth filling his palate with you, making him want.

A groan left him as he buried his face in his hands, mindful not to smudge the little smear of color splashed across his lips. (He needed to find something to transfer that to, he needed it.)

Fire and damnation, he wanted your touch again.

[snexy-the-snail]

Where Nightmares can't Reach

So- setting this up after this upcoming chapter in Godhood Tastes like Marshmallows. @notmyprey yippie finished! I did say tonight!!

Godhood was not something Percy had exactly planned on. He hadn't slain a titan lately, hadn't saved Olympus a third or fourth time, and hadn't even properly cleaned his room in weeks. Apparently, if enough kids at Camp Half-Blood believed in you hard enough, like really prayed to you when things got scary or confusing or nightmare-ish and started making offerings? That small little mortal puddle inside of you turned into an ocean.

So now Percy Jackson was… kind of a god. Not officially; well, officially, he just didn't have domains or anything else in titles. He was sure someone in Cabin Nine had accidentally built a shrine to him out of scrap metal and blue Gatorade bottles. The food offerings, he got those a lot. Sweet and salty, sometimes it was something some kid obviously made because there was no way camp food tasted. Well off.

It was weird.

He was still figuring out how to hear prayers when one cut through the usual chaos like an arrow through water.

"Um… hi, Mister Percy? I know you help with monsters and stuff. I had another nightmare, and I know we're supposed to be good at dreams here, but I'm scared. Can you help me, please?"

The cabin shimmered into view before he even realized he'd answered the prayer.

He was standing in Cabin Fifteen, Hypnos' cabin, full of soft golden haze, cozy beds, dreamcatchers swaying slightly even without a breeze. Incense hung in the air, calming and drowsy. One bunk was lit by a nightlight shaped like a floating cloud, and beneath it sat a little girl, maybe seven or eight, with tangled curls and tear-streaked cheeks. She clutched a plush pegasus like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

She blinked at him. "You came!" She had prayed and hadn't even expected him to show up, which was...mildly sad. Percy blinked back, still in his Camp Half-Blood tee and pajama pants.

"Uh. Yeah. Totally planned that."

"I prayed to you," she whispered. "Mom said Papa can help with dreams, but he doesn't always answer... And you fight monsters. Even the ones in dreams."

He crouched by her bunk, glancing around like someone would pop out and tell him this was all a prank. "Right. Yeah. Fighting monsters is kind of my thing." He agreed, nodding his head. Everyone else seemed to be asleep at the very least.

She nodded solemnly. "The nightmares are big. They crawl in from the shadows and whisper stuff. I try to push them out, but it doesn't work. I thought maybe you could fight them with your special sword."

Percy reached into his pocket and pulled out the pen. It clicked into sword form with a faint shimmer. He gave it a quick twirl, mostly to impress her.

"Well, I've never used it inside a dream before… but I am a god now, sort of. So why not?" He was sure it wouldn't work at all, but he could pretend, just for her sake. His stomach gurgled in protest, saliva already starting to build. Great. He was going to need to get that under control sooner rather than later.

The girl giggled just barely, but then her expression shifted. "Do you have to leave right away?"

He softened. "Nah. I got time." He murmurs. He could see the soft glow against her face anytime his mouth opened. It was starting- gods..maybe he could do this fast and avoid having a kid stuck in his gut.

"Alright, dream warrior," he said, tucking her in like he remembered his mom used to do. "You've got Hypnos blood in you, a celestial pegasus guardian, and a half-asleep god of sea stuff standing by. Those nightmares don't stand a chance."

She yawned and cuddled her plushie. "You're the best god." That only made the bitter feeling in his chest bloom, almost demanding he tuck this little one safe inside him. The instinct really was hard to ignore; he'd have to thank his dad the next time he saw him.

"Don't tell Zeus." he teased softly instead; as she drifted off, Percy sat on the edge of the bed, watching the shadows just in case. Who knew sometimes the nightmares were true.

He hadn't asked for this role. But if believing in him gave the little ones peace… he could be their god for a little longer. He smiles, watching as the kid slowly starts taking deeper breaths and drifting off to sleep. Percy thought she had fallen asleep. For a few moments, the cabin was completely still, soft snores from a few other bunks, the ever-present hum of Hypnos' dream magic curling through the air like invisible lullabies. He let himself relax a little, leaning against the frame of the bed. Just taking a moment to calm down for himself.

Then he heard the whimper. He turned quickly, looking for the sign of distress, his gaze falling on the girl; he still didn't know her name, who was curled into a tight little ball, clutching her pegasus plush to her chest. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her breath came quick and shallow, panicked in a way Percy recognized far too well.

"No, no, go away," she murmured, voice trembling. "You can't come back, not again…"

Percy was beside her in an instant, the way he would've rushed to a friend on the battlefield. "Hey," he whispered gently, brushing the hair from her forehead. "It's okay. You're not alone." Her eyes fluttered open glassily, still caught halfway in whatever dream world had clawed at her.

"Was it the same nightmare?" Percy asked quietly.

She nodded, tears already sliding down her cheeks. "They said... they said I don't belong here. That I'm not a real demigod. That everyone's pretending to like me."

Percy felt a knot tighten in his chest. It wasn't just monsters. The worst dreams always knew how to say the things you feared most.

He exhaled slowly and looked around, then made a decision.

"Okay. Scoot over."

She blinked at him, confused. "I'm climbing in. Nightmare-fighting gods work better close-up," he explains, pretending to act official. It seemed to work as she giggled wetly and shuffled over in her bunk without questioning him. Percy gently lay beside her, careful not to crowd her, letting her tuck herself under the blanket again. He pulled it up to her chin and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, light enough to let her breathe, strong enough that she knew he was there.

The plush pegasus squished between them like a barrier against the dark.

"Do you want me to stay until morning?" he asked softly.

She nodded, already sounding sleepier now like the fear was starting to ebb. "Can you sing?"

Percy snorted. "Absolutely not. Unless you want your ears to have real nightmares." The girl smiled for real this time, her eyes drooping. The hunger in his chest continued to spread. This was stupid. She wasn't in danger; she was fine; he just needed to get over himself. He takes a small breath, trying to calm himself.

"Your mouth is all glowy." She comments, struggling to keep her eyes open. Wait.

Nightmares were the thing keeping her awake.

His thoughts were drawn to his own struggle with nightmares about the pit, how nothing could soothe them other than divine energy. He shifts awkwardly before clearing his throat. This wasn't even his kid. Wasn't that sort of thing taboo?

Not if it's helping them. Just judging from the rumble, it was Mr. D. The god had lightened up a bit after their talk, for which he was grateful. Unfortunately, that did not come with the fact that he was looking out for him now.

Percy jolts at the answer before ducking his head in embarrassment. Right, broadcasting his thoughts was a thing he also had to focus on. He rubs his face tiredly and takes a breath before smiling at the girl. "It's just something I got from my dad." There. Not even a lie; he did sorta get it from Poseidon.

She nods, pressing her cheek against this chest with a pleased hum. "Is it true gods swallow their kids?" She asks innocently. Percy blinked.

Of all the questions she could've asked—like "Do you live in the ocean?" or "Can you talk to dolphins?" or even "Why are you glowing like a lava lamp?" that one hit like a trident to the ribs.

"Uh… well. That's... technically true," he admitted, trying not to wince.

She didn't flinch. Kids at Camp Half-Blood heard a lot of weird myth stuff early, plus the joys of the film. That explained everything. This one just nodded solemnly, like he'd confirmed something she already suspected.

"My Papa says swallowing is how gods protect their kids. That sometimes it's like… putting them somewhere safe, where they can't be hurt." Her voice was so small. "Like hiding them in a treasure chest. Just until it's okay."

Percy felt a shiver race down his spine. That wasn't wrong. Hypnos put it in a way that sounded sweet, rather than what Percy was scared of doing, to traumatize the kids.

"Yeah," he said softly, choosing his words carefully. "Some gods… they do that when they're scared. When the world's too dangerous. Or when they love someone so much, they don't know how else to keep them safe." His voice cracked just a bit, and he cleared his throat. "It's not always the best solution, though."

She fiddled with the ear of her pegasus plush. "But it's not bad, right? If it's done with love?"

Percy hesitated that low divine hunger still curling in his belly like a tide drawn by something deeper than thought. His mouth still glowed faintly, and he felt the pressure in his chest, the instinct, the power, the pull. She wasn't his. But she had prayed to him. Believed in him. And that connection sparked something primal inside him, something ancient even though he wasn't.

"I don't think anything done with love is all bad," he said at last. "Even if it's weird. Even if it's swallowing." Poseidon kept him safe and warm. He had to admit that even the times Triton snagged him made him feel like he belonged like everything would be perfect once he was tucked inside.

She nodded again, eyes heavy now but not frightened. "If you did it… it wouldn't be scary. I think it'd be soft. Like this bed."

Her trust hit him like a wave. He swallowed hard and wrapped his arm around her a little more snugly, pulling her gently against his side. His other hand pressed lightly over her back, steady and sure. She was safe. He'd make sure of it. Whether that meant staying beside her all night or, if it ever came to it, something more.

"Thanks for trusting me, dream warrior," he murmured into her curls. "But you're safe right here. I won't let the nightmares get you."

"Promise?" she whispered, on the edge of sleep, but she kept jolting awake, whatever nightmare haunting her, making it near impossible for her to sleep.

"Promise."

"Then..then I think I need to be in your tummy." She whispers. It puts the fear into him, terrifying. He had swallowed Annabeth, sure; Leo and Nico, yes. But he knew them. This was a little girl, someone who was putting all her trust in him without even knowing him at all. He takes a small breath in, ruffling her hair.

"you feel that way, yeah? What if it's scarier than the nightmare?" he prompts, lightly bopping her nose. A giggle is his response as she shifts closer. She shakes her head instantly, lifting her hands up.

"No, it won't be! It's gonna be soft and nice." She whines, pressing her little fingers against his lips. That burst something inside of him, that little puddle he clung to for his morality exploding into an ocean. His head hits the bunk with a solid thump as he groans, feeling the pressure rather than the pain.

He hated that he couldn't even control it. But the girl squealed with delight, so he gave her a smile.

"Okay, okay, fine. You know how to do it, right?" He murmurs, giving in quickly. She calms down from her laughing fit, nodding as she presses her fingers more against his lips as he opens his mouth, allowing her to slip them inside. His tongue is instantly safe, guarding her from his teeth.

She tasted- gods, was he really tasting her?

Less of a taste and more of a feeling, then. It was like TV static but warm, like being snuggled in a blanket. He guides her in further until he feels her fingers hitting the back of his throat, swallowing out of relaxation. Her forearms were drawn into his mouth and her head shortly after. It was uncomfortable at first, the stretch, but soon, he got used to it.

With the others, he hadn't really focused on how it felt; this felt.. different, more slow. He swallows again, feeling her body sliding deeper inside his own, his hands lifting her body slightly to take some pressure off his waist. Awkwardly, he moves to the floor, feeling his body expand a bit more, swallowing again and again, feeling his throat expand as she was guided by his muscles to his stomach. There was a sudden, intense feeling before he felt his middle filling. The feeling of her sliding inside was odd- warm... protective. It felt like bundling her up tightly in a blanket but inside.

He lifts her legs up, his lips quirking upwards as they draw into his mouth as well, waiting until he could close his mouth before moving his hands to his middle. She was sorta upright, so he pressed in, helping her move upwards as he swallowed, her legs soon joining her in his stomach.

"Bet no nightmares can get you now, huh?" He murmurs, lying on the cab floor. Huh, the ceiling was actually nice, like clouds and space. It was oddly calming. The kid squirmed in his gut, and he had to huff, pressing into her with slow, measured circles.

"No, m' sleepy now..thank..thank you." She mumbles, her voice muffled through the layers of muscle and skin. He closed his eyes, resting his hand on his middle as her breath evened out and then slowed.

Maybe he could do this and be a god.

[eyeballplanets]

gids and harrow. hmm idk if your upto that kind of tee el tee posting but yes

i AM up to that kind of tee el tee posting! i put it off because i was lazy but i went on a walk during the first sunny day in like a week and am feeling energized for this sort of thing.

actual canon gideon and harrow are deeply fascinating. they are a microscopic focus on the social interactions that the structures and founding myths of john's empires intrinsically generate. the racialized and genderized warrior class bred to be siphoned by the ever-wasting necromancers, whose powers are fed by the continuous death throes of the solar system, codified by the formation of its warrior-saints in turn coerced by a deathless patriarch immune at once from the prolonged autophagy of thanergetic systems and the enraged gestures of the violated souls of the celestial bodies he devoured—a very literal hierarchy. read this great post on how the interactions within the empire have elevated violence as this exalted form of intimacy. the mithraeum demonstrates the farcicality of the empire's claim to race- and gender-blindness: where the systems of necromancy and cavalierhood conjoined with the familiar theocratic aristocracy posit harrow over gideon, on this space station of deathless ancients, harrow is made brown as she is made a daughter.

(there's an essay buried deep into my subconscious about how john's interactions with harrow are motivated by their shared racialization [specifically how constructs and enforces this similarity, as marginalized coercers do to their coercees, especially in light of implications in his backstory], in contrast to the inverted racialized pairs of cytherea and gideon and john and alecto, but unless i can articulate it perfectly the fandom will flay me alive, and i don't really want that.)

fanon gideon and harrow leave me wanting. their dynamic falls into the same pitfalls that plagues every character dynamic defined by some social or systemic imbalance. the series does not frame the aesthetics of their relation accidentally, nor in a vacuum. despite that one white new zealander decrying the series' depiction of race and every other white fan integrating it into their perceptions wholesale, gideon is not described with darker skin and broader features than harrow accidentally.

this makes the fandom uncomfortable. the fandom blogger instinct for relationships predicated on these imbalances is to whitewash them—here used both lato sensu to describe the deproblematization of their interactions and strictu sensu to mean ‘this book series has been out six years now and none of you have looked up a polynesian.’ put articulately, i don't wanna see the calarts coffee shop au orange johnny bravo slop version of tlt. the narrative's buy-in is the exploration of dynamics built on power differentials. you can't even enjoy toxic lesbians right!

i emphasize the artistic depictions of their dynamic because the majority of the fandom (as do the majority of people in fandom) have this very american liberal sitcom approach to race where simultaneously every racialized experience exists in a contextless vacuum that should be distributed evenly and ad hoc across a cast AND the truest way to avoid stereotyping is to apply archetypes to their opposites. which is why every fandom makes the delinquent character asian the smart girl black and the dorky guy some kind of latino. this has the effect of streisand effecting the stereotypes themselves and also sucking ass. yes, it's true that every cavalier exists along an axis that their cavalier does not: this is not accidental, and this inversion ends up being an hbo confederate approach to allegory. wait until you find out why john is described as having brown skin and brown hair and why wake is described as having full lips and a wide shallow nose and super thick curly hair despite both being rooted in Māori imagery! if you were familiar with colorism and racialized experience of the people of color portrayed in this damn series this would be obvious to everyone. but instead people content themselves either with the characters being drawn white, this very americentric portrayal of diversity, OR gideon is some kind of ambiguous hisblasian. it is very clearly done by people who do not have the experience and context with race to understand why things like muir describing people's nose and lip shapes so much significant. we are dealing with a majority Māori and pasifika cast. people's appearance headcanons SHOULD be including more tongan and samoan and fijian and cook islander and ni-vanuatu and tahitian people. can you imagine how good tlt art would be if people read nona the ninth aka Look At This Cultural References and went aw shit maybe this is integral to a reading of the story instead of oblique and haphazard.

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Hi, I am here in your humble ask box to yap about your 2 adventures AU :)

Well, more like ask questions, but not important.

First, I'm currently writing a fic based on it (not finished, but ~3.7k words rn and not much left), starting with the 2nd adventure because it's fun and I wasn't in the mood to write Warriors suffering THAT much (he still is tho, but less, kinda)

Second, as I'm directly writing in your AU—and not just inspired or based on—I like to keep things as close to what you've said as possible, at least in the beggining.

...So, questions! No need to answer if you don't want to, or even just do a few of them, I was just wondering. I'll still be releasing the fic and @ you anyways, I just like to hear your opinion.

1. I made Four (called Minish early on in the fic) have changing eye color based on his mood, but the colors (characters) aren't present when merged. What do you think of them appearing? Are they all in Four's head? Take turns? Do they only exist when split? Are they sometimes there and sometimes not? Something else?

2. Four and Shadow relationship. Has Shadow existed? Is he dead? Alive? They dating/engaged/married/exes? If <-, is it only Vidow or Fourdow? Is he their housecat?

3. Any change of appearances outside of obvious height? I imagine then to look pretty close/the same to their original, especially those who's ages are close to or are often headcanoned to be close to their age in the comics.

Also if there's something special you want to mention for their 1 adv./2 adv. Say it under this question?

Also if Shadow how do you imagine he looks like?

4. Thoughts on Warriors ship? I usually don't really ship him with anyone, I sometimes put him with Artemis but mostly just so he's taken...Or go all out with Warrahim, but that needs more explaining than I usually bother with. Honestly, him dating a (male) OC had gone to mind a bit whilst writing, but I think I'm making it into another seperate fic than this one.

Either way, I was wondering if you had any ships of him in mind? Ofc it wouldn't be there immideatly, but something that could be built up when/if I—or others—decide to write in this AU.

Totally not because I was planning on writing Artemis x Impa in this AU. Nope. Not at all.

I probably have more questions that I've forgotten about, but I can leave that to another day.

There was a lot of ramblings about Four, but I love him so that isn't suprising. Even if you ignore this, I hope you have a great day/evening/night, and that you drink a lot of water and get your favorite snacks <3

Hello 💕

First of all this is so EXCITING!!! I feel so honored to have inspired you!! Omg I genuinely have chills 

And I’d like you to know that I am perfectly okay with you adapting my AU in any way you wish. I appreciate you giving me credit but I’d never post something without fully intending on sharing it! So please do whatever you wish! Don’t let me hold you back!

That being said though, I’m also really really excited to talk more about this AU! 

In the second half of the journey I think the colors appearing are fair game! I personally think that when they’re merged as Four they’re generally one person again. Like, they’re Four now. I kind of follow Steven Universe rules when it comes to Four for myself if you’ve ever watched the show 😭 but basically, when the colors merge as Four, they are a separate person while being a combination of theirselves if that makes sense? I think they still kind of have some kind of autonomy, like if Four were to pass a bookstore he might get a very sharp urge to go there that he might not normally have. In stressful situations I think his thoughts would fragment more. I like all different writings of Four though! Honestly, him going down more of the taking turns path might be more interesting in this story but I’d have to play with different ideas. 

As for Shadow… I forgot to think about him 😭 I think it depends on your opinion if he’s dead or alive… for a timeline, my headcanons teehee, Four went through his Four Sword Quest when he was somewhere between 14-16? I’m not entirely sure which age but teenager. Four reunites with the chain when he’s like… we can say 28? I believe Four would appreciate Shadow enough to want to bring him back or resurrect him. To save him from that fate. Whether or not 10 years is enough time for Four to save him is your judgement 👀. I think Vidow is real 😭 like it doesn’t even matter whether I ship it or not. I read the manga and those boys had something going on. I think when Four remerges the rest of the colors, and Four himself might love Shadow or at least really understand why Shadow does. Maybe it’s more complicated than just a matter of romantic love, duty, or respect. Maybe Shadow and Four has something weird… (but yea, I ship it. I’ll ship anything with a good enough plot)

Honestly for change in appearance, I don’t think much would change. Least of all for Twilight and Sky who don’t have any more quests. Hyrule might be a bit surprising, during his second quest he learns magic so maybe that does something to him. He also might be better fed by now, better at coping with the cult. Wild would be pretty drastic actually, he has scars now and a wild look to him. If you think he’s gone through totk maybe he’s missing an arm? As for Shadow, I think it’s funny when people keep his manga emo boy look, but that’s just me 🙂‍↕️

For Wars, I didn’t have a ship for him in mind, I honestly think he’d be a bit busy for anything like that, but at the same time if it works for him it works! I personally headcanon him as gay, I have nothing to base this off of. I think it’s the scarf. It whispers to me… but that being said, I’d never slander anybody’s ship or opinion. But also CRAAZZZY that you mention Impa x Artemis bc I love that ship. I think Artemis is also gay. WLW and MLM solidarity.

Please feel free to ask me anything you’d like!!! I love these types of talks more than anything. They really make my day! Please don’t be shy!

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Hello

Welcome to the blog I made without thinking for reblogging cool stuff

Call me either Blu or Ari

I have a very (un)healthy obsession with chonny jash's music (/j)

I'm a minor so don't be a creep

I speak both English y español (viva México 👍)

I am a very confused person so I might not understand stuff right

Asks are fine :]

I'm a huge fan of ducks

Btw if you have a My Singing Monsters account add me mayhaps /nf (98554729KH)

Accounts:

@blu00u

@allgoodthingscomeinthrees

DNI list:

-NSFW accounts

-usual DNI stuff (homophobic, terfs, pedophiles, that stuff)

You're on VERY thin ice if...

-you support controversial people (joe Hawley, Juno, tap, Wilbur Soot, those people) (I do not want to be a part of anything controversial, you're not on the DNI list because I can't blame you for having a point of view, however, that doesn't mean I'm on your side or that I support you)

Tags I use often:

#woahh Ari's not reblogging for once - posts where I...don't reblog, it's probably going to be me talking about something a lot, probably in a single post

#*epically stores this* - posts that I don't want to lose in my 2763+ posts

#someone actually asked a fool something - asks

#art that makes me go skdndjsksnzjl - art I liked so much that I decided to store it

#in which a fool joins a picrew chain - picrew thingies I made because of a chain I was (probably) tagged in

#songs that rotating in Ari's brain - a song I can't get off my mind (LEAVE ME ALONE! GAH! /ref) or songs that I'm listening to and that I like the lyrics of

#you used to call me on my cellphone - oc lore (please make me use this tag please make me use this tag ple-) (tag shared with the blu00u account)

#wth Ari habla español? - posts in Spanish

#loki being a silly guy who's lokito - you should look at my dog Loki... NOW! (Aka photos/videos of my dog) (actually I think it's gonna be my dog in general)

#Artemisa being the chillest cat in the world - posts related to Artemisa :D

#the legend of Satoru and Warrior - Artemisa's kittens!!!!!!!!

#i LOVE aart - art tips!!!

#draw your ocs like this you fool (tag to draw my ocs) - images I found funny or epic and I want to draw my ocs like this (added the (tag to draw my ocs) because I realized it's not the best idea to have a tag named like this)

#collecting tee fanarts - ........HE'S VERY SILLY OK

#fun Ari facts: fun facts about me because I'm full of myself like that 🕶️ /j

#Blu's OC facts - fun facts about the sad lives of my OCs!!!! /Silly (I add trigger warnings on the tags btw

#Artemisa being the chillest cat in the world - stuff about my cat Artemisa B]

#the legend of Satoru and Warrior - rata 1 y rata 2 /aff (Artemisa's children)

#besties tag 💜🩵 - memories with my besties B]

#Ari's DrinkingBuddies Stash - LOOK TEE AND DEVIL WOULD TOTALLY BE FRIENDS CHAT ARE YOU HEARING ME

Silly stuff I've done:

Built a robot (#in which a fool that knows nothing about building a robot tries to build one)

Vibe checked people (#blu vibe checks people)

Created a writing blog (#ari writer arc)

Tried to music (#who the hell made blu think she can make music)

GOT HACKED BY A CLUCKING CHIMERA WHO WOULD NOT STOP REBLOGGED G BAGUETTES AND ONE (1) IMAGE OF HER SAYING LAUNCH THE MISSILS????????????? (#Teto speaks!!!)

K I think that's all, bye -runs away-

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Abbotsford Canucks 2025 AHL Champions White T-Shirt

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Abbotsford Canucks 2025 AHL Champions White T-Shirt: A Bold Celebration of Triumph and Legacy

A Moment in Time, Etched in Fabric

Few moments in sports are as electrifying and unforgettable as winning a championship. And the Abbotsford Canucks 2025 AHL Champions White T-Shirt captures that energy with breathtaking precision and elegance. More than just an article of clothing, this shirt stands as a tribute to the grit, determination, and heart that carried the Canucks to the pinnacle of the American Hockey League.

With a design rooted in both history and modern flair, this tee is made for fans who want to celebrate their team’s monumental victory in style. It speaks to the collective roar of a city, the unwavering belief of fans, and the unyielding will of players who refused to quit.

Front Design: A Bold Declaration of Victory

At the forefront of the design is the massive, unapologetically powerful word: “CHAMPIONS.” Bold lettering is filled with a textured steel gradient that mirrors the resilience shown on the ice. Arched above it is a commemorative line that reads: “MAJOR HISTORY IN ABBOTSFORD”—a clear signal that this isn’t just any win. This is a defining moment in the team’s history.

Below the title, the year “2025” is split in striking symmetry across the team’s name, anchoring the whole composition. It’s a balanced and intentional visual layout, evoking a feeling of confidence and permanence. This is a shirt that doesn't whisper victory—it shouts it with pride.

The signature Nike logo on the upper left corner gives it a professional polish, validating it as part of the elite class of official championship apparel.

Back Design: A Legacy Carved in Ice

Turn the shirt around and you're greeted by a celebration of not just a season, but a legacy. The AHL Champions 2025 text circles the Abbotsford Canucks crest in a roundel format—visually reminiscent of medals, championship badges, and timeless emblems of greatness. Within the circle lies a stunning hockey graphic: a stick, a puck, and motion lines creating a feeling of intensity and action—just like the 2025 playoffs themselves.

Everything about this back design reinforces a central idea: the Abbotsford Canucks aren’t just winners; they’re warriors. The swirling icy motifs and sharp font choices elevate the design from simple fan gear to wearable art.

Color Palette: Pure White, Bold Spirit

What makes this shirt instantly stand apart is its pure white base—a daring and brilliant choice. White in sportswear often signifies excellence, clarity, and legacy. It allows the bold blues, greens, and blacks of the graphics to explode with clarity, drawing the eye directly to the message of victory.

This color also serves a practical function: it reflects heat, making it perfect for outdoor celebrations, summer hockey camps, or casual daily wear. The contrast between the white fabric and the sharp typography turns every inch of this shirt into a statement.

Comfort and Construction: Made for the True Fan

Beyond the visuals, this shirt excels in terms of craftsmanship. Constructed with high-performance fabric—a breathable and lightweight blend of cotton and polyester—it’s built for comfort whether you’re at a playoff party, repping the team at the gym, or reliving the win with friends.

The shirt features reinforced stitching for durability, and its athletic cut provides a modern, flattering fit for all body types. Designed to be worn with pride and ease, it complements both fanwear collections and casual streetwear wardrobes.

Symbol of Team, Community, and Belief

The Abbotsford Canucks’ 2025 Calder Cup Championship run was more than just hockey. It was a story of a small market rising to greatness. It was about belief—in each other, in the fans, in the journey. This t-shirt distills that entire experience into something tangible.

Wearing it means more than celebrating a game. It means you stood by a team that rose to the occasion, that silenced doubters, and that claimed their place among the elite. It’s a symbol of the Abbotsford community’s heart, and of every loyal supporter who cheered from the stands or their living rooms.

Why This Shirt Belongs in Every Collection

Whether you are a diehard Canucks fan or simply appreciate the artistry of championship design, the Abbotsford Canucks 2025 AHL Champions White T-Shirt is an instant essential. It balances aesthetic impact, emotional storytelling, and versatile functionality with impressive grace.

Own it not just as a keepsake of a season, but as a part of something larger—a reminder that perseverance leads to greatness, and that hockey is more than a sport… it’s a brotherhood, a fight, and a celebration.

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Vancouver Bandits x Filipino Celebration Night 2025 Special T-Shirt

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VANCOUVER BANDITS x FILIPINO CELEBRATION NIGHT 2025 SPECIAL T-SHIRT: A TRIBUTE TO HERITAGE, HOOPS, AND HEART

In a world where fashion, fandom, and culture continue to intersect, few garments speak as loudly and proudly as the Vancouver Bandits x Filipino Celebration Night 2025 Special T-Shirt. This isn’t just a t-shirt—it’s a wearable story. A bold declaration of pride, unity, and high-flying energy that bridges the world of basketball and the rich cultural identity of the Filipino community in Canada.

Designed with symbolism, passion, and intention, this special-edition tee delivers not only visual impact, but also deep emotional resonance for fans and culture lovers alike. It reflects the growing influence of Filipino communities across North America while capturing the spirit of the Bandits’ fast-paced game and vibrant brand.

Let’s break down what makes this shirt not just special—but essential.

FRONT DESIGN: PRIDE ON FULL DISPLAY

The front of the shirt immediately draws the eye with its centered “BANDITS” text in crisp, modern typography. Underneath, the full “Vancouver Bandits” logo comes alive with stunning detail. But this isn’t the standard team crest—this version is supercharged with Filipino cultural motifs.

The Bandits’ iconic wolf is reborn here with an overlay of Philippine flag elements: the brilliant red sun, three golden stars, and traditional weave-inspired trim. This blend of fierce sports identity and national symbolism feels organic, not forced. It says: this is who we are, this is where we come from, and this is how we play.

The background of the shirt features a dynamic geometric tessellation pattern, subtly referencing traditional Filipino textile designs while keeping the overall look sleek and performance-ready. The base color—a deep, rich royal blue—evokes both the Filipino flag and the electric energy of the court.

BACK DESIGN: A CONTINUATION OF UNITY AND STRENGTH

On the back, the visual narrative continues with the full Bandits wolf crest, scaled up and perfectly placed between the shoulders. It anchors the design while giving the shirt an all-around identity, making it pop whether viewed from the front or back.

This choice ensures the message doesn’t end with the logo—it circles back to the wearer. The wolf, howling with pride and strength, represents not just a team—but a community of warriors, ballers, and dreamers.

DETAILS THAT MAKE THE DIFFERENCE

The sleeves are where the shirt really sets itself apart. Subtle yet striking, the right arm patch features celebratory insignia, further cementing the event’s special status. Meanwhile, custom stitching on the shoulders and side seams keeps the cut athletic and sharp—designed to flatter, not hang loose.

This shirt isn’t built like an average giveaway tee—it’s engineered like performance wear, and stylish enough for off-court flex. Lightweight, breathable, and made with moisture-wicking fabric, it keeps fans cool while the action heats up, whether in the stands or out in the city.

CULTURAL STORYTELLING IN EVERY THREAD

At its core, this t-shirt honors more than a basketball team—it honors the Filipino spirit. The sunburst represents hope and freedom. The three stars speak to unity across Luzon, Visayas, and Mindanao—while here, they symbolize the spread of the Filipino diaspora, from the islands to the arenas of the world.

These visual cues aren't just decorative—they are deeply rooted in ancestral identity, shared history, and collective pride. The Vancouver Bandits have created more than a look—they’ve curated a moment of cultural affirmation, giving Filipino-Canadians a way to see themselves reflected in their team.

And that matters. Representation in sports, in fashion, in design—this shirt proves that when done right, it doesn’t divide, it unites.

FOR FANS, FAMILY, AND FUTURE GENERATIONS

Whether you’re Filipino, a Bandits fan, or simply someone who values inclusive and meaningful design, this t-shirt resonates. It’s for the kids in the stands waving both Canadian and Filipino flags. It’s for the parents who sacrificed so their children could dream big. It’s for every fan who sees themselves not only in the game, but in the garment.

The shirt stands as an invitation and a celebration—to join, to wear with pride, and to remember where you come from, even as you soar toward greatness.

A LIMITED EDITION COLLECTIBLE WITH LASTING IMPACT

As part of the 2025 Filipino Celebration Night, this shirt is destined to become a collector’s gem. It’s tied to a specific night, a meaningful message, and a moment that brought a city and culture together. As such, it won’t be around forever.

For those lucky enough to own one, this t-shirt is more than apparel—it’s a timestamp of unity, of progress, and of representation finally taking center court. It’s a reminder that the game is better, louder, and stronger when everyone gets to play a part.

CONCLUSION: WHERE CULTURE AND BASKETBALL COLLIDE IN STYLE

The Vancouver Bandits x Filipino Celebration Night 2025 Special T-Shirt is a slam dunk in every sense. It’s stylish, symbolic, and full of cultural character. From the bold crest to the deep blue base, from the celebratory sleeve to the heart behind the design, this shirt is the embodiment of everything sportswear should be in 2025: meaningful, inclusive, and built to celebrate more than just wins.

It’s built to celebrate people.

Whether you're Filipino, Canadian, or simply a fan of what happens when two worlds collide in beauty and brotherhood, this shirt is for you.

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Men’s Black Denim Motorcycle Vest

Our men’s black denim motorcycle vest is collarless and streamlined with plain sides, pairing perfectly with leather, jeans, or tees. built to handle the open road while maintaining a clean, bold aesthetic. lightweight yet durable, it’s the ideal layer for riders who value function and fashion. available in sizes s–6xl to fit every road warrior. For orders, visit: https://lesacollection.us/ | Ph: +1412 8084300 Pure Leather Premium Quality Wholesale Available Free Shipping In USA Worldwide Delivery Available

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Loco Bear Bangalore Streetwear with a Wild Twist

Welcome to the world of Loco Bear – Bangalore’s boldest streetwear label, where fashion meets rebellion, and every piece is designed to make a statement. Loco Bear isn’t just clothing — it’s a mindset. Rooted in the creative chaos of Bangalore, our brand fuses street culture, edgy graphics, and unapologetic attitude to redefine how India wears streetwear.

Why Choose Loco Bear?

🔸 Urban Style, Desi Soul

Born in Bangalore, built for the streets.

Inspired by underground street art, hip-hop culture, skate scenes, and the raw energy of India’s youth.

Designed to reflect your real, unfiltered personality.

🔸 Fearless Design Philosophy

Loud prints, offbeat slogans, and rebellious energy in every thread.

Not for the faint-hearted — each piece is made for those who dare to stand out.

From trippy bears to dystopian street art, our graphics tell stories that challenge norms.

🔸 Gender-Neutral & Inclusive

We believe fashion has no rules — our styles are designed for everyone.

Unisex sizing, inclusive fits, and designs that break gender stereotypes.

🔸 Limited Drops, Maximum Hype

No mass production here — just limited-edition drops that keep it exclusive and fresh.

Once it's gone, it’s gone — wear it before the streets catch on.

🔸 Sustainably Street

Proudly made in India with ethical sourcing and mindful production.

We use quality cotton and eco-conscious inks to reduce fashion waste while keeping your drip guilt-free.

What You’ll Find in Our Collections

🧥 Graphic Tees & Oversized Shirts

Signature Loco Bear prints and bold color palettes.

Oversized fits for that perfect laid-back, street-ready vibe.

🧢 Street Jackets & Utility Vests

Layer up with raw, rugged outerwear built for late-night rides and alleyway hangs.

Pockets, zippers, and chaos-friendly features.

👖 Cargo Pants & Joggers

Designed for movement, expression, and edge.

Functional fashion with heavy-duty styling.

🎒 Accessories that Speak Loud

Caps, totes, patches, and more — curated to complete your urban warrior look.

It’s not just about clothes; it’s about culture.

The Loco Bear Tribe

🐻 You don’t wear Loco Bear. You become it.

Built for the misfits, the creators, the rebels, and the dreamers.

Whether you’re painting walls, skating the city, or making music in your bedroom — this brand is your tribe.

📍 Proudly Repping Bangalore

We’re deeply rooted in Namma Ooru.

Every collection drops with a little piece of Bangalore’s raw, cultural pulse — from MG Road vibes to Indiranagar after-hours.

Join the Madness

Loco Bear is more than just fashion — it's a rebellion in motion. So if you're tired of basic fits and want to wear your vibe like armor, it's time to go Loco.

If you find more information, you can check our full Blog 

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These T-Shirts Speak Louder Than Words — DCYPHR’s Endangered Species Collection is Streetwear With a Soul

By Nikki | May 2025

There’s fashion, and then there’s fashion that means something.

At DCYPHR, we’ve always believed your clothes should be more than just a fit check — they should reflect who you are, what you stand for, and what kind of world you want to live in. Our latest Endangered Species Collection isn’t just about bold graphics and clean oversized silhouettes (though we’ve got plenty of that too). It’s about telling stories. Real ones. Urgent ones. The kind that deserve to be worn loud.

Each t-shirt in this 8-piece collection represents a critically endangered species — animals that are hanging on by a thread because of deforestation, illegal hunting, climate change, and human greed. But instead of doomscrolling through depressing news, we decided to turn awareness into art.

Let’s break it down. Here’s the story behind every tee in the drop.

1. The Harpy Eagle Tee – Nature’s Apex Guardian

Status: Near Threatened Region: South America (Amazon Rainforest)

The Harpy Eagle is not your average bird. It’s one of the largest eagles on Earth, powerful enough to lift a full-grown monkey from the canopy. But deforestation in the Amazon is shrinking its territory fast. We designed this tee with fierce talons and intense eyes, capturing its raw dominance — but also its vulnerability.

🗣️ Streetwear Take: A symbol of power and protection — this tee is for those who stand up for the voiceless.

2. The Red Panda Tee – Small But Mighty

Status: Endangered Region: Eastern Himalayas, China

Think red pandas are just cute? Think again. These fire-colored fuzzballs are ecosystem warriors, helping regulate bamboo forests. But habitat loss and poaching are driving them toward extinction. Our tee leans into their playful energy with a hand-sketched illustration, giving off cozy-yet-conscious vibes.

🗣️ Streetwear Take: Soft look, strong message — for the introverts making quiet noise.

3. The Jaguar Tee – The Vanishing Ghost of the Jungle

Status: Near Threatened Region: Central and South America

Jaguar sightings are becoming rare, not because they’re hiding — but because they’re disappearing. Known for their grace and strength, jaguars are sacred in many Indigenous cultures. Our design blends tribal symbolism and haunting eyes, spotlighting their cultural and environmental significance.

🗣️ Streetwear Take: For the wild ones, dreamers, and deep thinkers. Jungle vibes in monochrome ink.

4. The Bornean Orangutan Tee – Forest Flame on the Brink

Status: Critically Endangered Region: Borneo (Indonesia & Malaysia)

These gentle giants share 97% of our DNA — and yet they’re rapidly vanishing. Logging and palm oil plantations are ripping through their homes. Our tee shows the orangutan not as a meme, but as a symbol of the forests we’re losing. The expressive eyes in the design? They say more than words ever could.

🗣️ Streetwear Take: A tee that makes you stop and stare — slow fashion for a slowing world.

5. The Snow Leopard Tee – The Silent Survivor

Status: Vulnerable Region: Central Asia (Himalayas, Mongolia)

You don’t see snow leopards — you feel them. Stealthy, elusive, and mysterious, they represent resilience in brutal conditions. Our t-shirt frames them mid-prowl, blending motion and stillness, power and grace. Printed in icy tones with hand-drawn fur textures.

🗣️ Streetwear Take: Cold weather drip meets mountain myth energy.

6. The Rhinoceros Tee – Armored and Endangered

Status: Critically Endangered (especially Javan and Sumatran rhinos) Region: Africa and Southeast Asia

Rhinos are the tanks of the animal kingdom — but even tanks can’t dodge bullets. Hunted for their horns, these ancient creatures are disappearing fast. Our design highlights the rhino’s sheer presence: bold outlines, cracked skin, and a stare that dares you to look away.

🗣️ Streetwear Take: Built different. Heavy tee energy for heavy-duty truth.

7. The Galápagos Penguin Tee – Climate’s Canary

Status: Endangered Region: Galápagos Islands, Ecuador

The only penguin species to live north of the equator, this little legend is battling rising sea temperatures and food scarcity. This tee captures its unique charm with a hand-sketched look and subtle tropical elements — a nod to its unusual island home.

🗣️ Streetwear Take: For the outliers and misfits making a mark in unexpected places.

8. The Blue Whale Tee – Ocean Giant in Crisis

Status: Endangered Region: Worldwide Oceans

The largest creature to ever exist on Earth… is slowly being silenced by ocean noise, ship strikes, and pollution. Our design shows the blue whale in motion, majestic yet lonely. A reminder that even giants can fall when we ignore the signals.

🗣️ Streetwear Take: Ocean-core with a purpose. Go big or go extinct.

Why We Made This Collection

Let’s be real — climate change isn’t a “future problem.” It’s happening now. And while we’re not pretending a t-shirt can save the planet, we do believe that fashion can spark action.

Every tee in this collection is made using 100% premium cotton, ethically sourced and screen-printed with care. The oversized fit isn’t just a vibe — it’s also more inclusive and built to last longer. The designs are hand-sketched and locally printed in India, with each piece carrying a small educational tag about the animal featured.

🧠 For every tee sold, we donate a part of the proceeds to organizations that support wildlife conservation and habitat restoration. It's not just awareness — it’s action.

Style That Speaks Volumes

This drop isn’t seasonal — it’s existential. It’s for everyone who’s ever felt like their voice doesn’t matter. For those who care quietly but carry a loud aesthetic. For the new wave of fashion that isn’t just about flexing — but about feeling.

If you’ve ever looked at a news headline and thought, “Damn, I wish I could do something,” this collection is for you.

📦 Shop the full collection here: dcyphr.in/collections/endangered-species

Because extinction is forever. But awareness? That’s where change starts.

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Affordable Gym Bags and Smart Workout Gear Every Man Should Know About

Finding the best workout clothes for men isn't as simple as grabbing a tee and shorts. Whether you're a seasoned lifter, a weekend warrior, or just starting your fitness journey, having the right gear plays a surprisingly big role in your performance—and your motivation.

And while clothes get most of the attention, the often-overlooked hero of your gym routine is your gym bag. Not just any bag—a spacious, organized, and durable jumbo gym bag that can handle your entire workout setup without falling apart in a month.

Let’s talk about how your gear—both clothing and bags—can make or break your fitness routine, and how to make smart choices that don’t break the bank.

Why the Right Workout Clothes Matter More Than You Think

Ever tried running in a cotton shirt that clings to your skin the moment you sweat? It’s uncomfortable, distracting, and honestly, not practical. The best workout clothes for men are engineered for comfort, breathability, and flexibility. You want fabric that moves with you, not against you.

Here are a few qualities to look for:

Moisture-wicking fabric: Keeps sweat away from your body, preventing discomfort and rashes.

Stretch and fit: Clothes should offer flexibility for your workouts—whether it’s weight training, HIIT, or yoga.

Durability: Frequent washing is inevitable, so quality matters. Avoid materials that wear out after a few washes.

Looking good doesn’t hurt either. Confidence can boost performance. If your gym wear fits well and feels good, you're more likely to push harder and show up consistently.

The Underrated Importance of a Good Gym Bag

Now, let’s talk about something you carry with you but probably don’t think about often: your gym bag. If you’re serious about your fitness routine, your regular backpack won't cut it.

A jumbo gym bag offers more than just space. It's about organization, accessibility, and durability.

Imagine this: you’re rushing from work to the gym. You’ve got shoes, a towel, a water bottle, protein snacks, a change of clothes, maybe some resistance bands. Trying to stuff all that into a small, unstructured bag just creates stress—and risks damaging your stuff.

That’s where jumbo gym bags shine. They give you designated compartments, better ventilation (so your sweaty clothes don’t stink up your headphones), and tougher material built to handle heavy loads.

What to Look for in Affordable Gym Bags That Last

You don’t have to spend a fortune to find a reliable gym bag. Many people search for gym bags online and are overwhelmed by the choices. But if you know what features matter, narrowing down your options becomes much easier.

Here’s what to consider:

Compartments: Look for multiple zippered sections to separate clean clothes from used gear.

Material: Water-resistant, tear-proof fabrics like nylon or polyester work well.

Straps: Adjustable, padded shoulder straps make a big difference in comfort.

Size: A jumbo gym bag is perfect if you carry shoes, gear, and post-workout essentials.

The good news? There are plenty of affordable gym bags available that check all the boxes without draining your wallet. A well-chosen bag can last you years, making it a smart investment in your fitness lifestyle.

Shopping Gym Bags Online: Tips to Avoid Regret

When buying gym bags online, it’s tempting to just go with the best-looking or cheapest option. But reviews matter. Look for real user experiences, especially photos and mentions of wear and tear.

Also, consider your personal routine. Do you go straight to the gym from work? Do you need space for meal preps or supplements? Do you shower at the gym? All of this affects what kind of bag suits you.

Keep in mind, even the best gym bag won’t help if it doesn’t suit your lifestyle. Think practically, not just aesthetically.

Final Thoughts: Small Gear, Big Impact

The right gear doesn’t just improve performance—it removes friction. The more convenient your fitness routine is, the more likely you are to stick with it. Wearing clothes that move with you and carrying a jumbo gym bag that keeps you organized can actually reduce your mental resistance to working out.

Remember, the best workout clothes for men aren’t always the flashiest or most expensive—they’re the ones that keep you focused and comfortable. And the same goes for your gym bag. Whether you're looking for affordable gym bags or shopping for gym bags online, a bit of research and clarity about your needs goes a long way.

Fitness is a journey. Make sure you’re equipped for it—smartly and stylishly.

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Ballers S05 Carl McDowell Blue Hoodie: Sporty Sophistication Meets Streetwear Swagger

Step into the high-stakes world of Ballers with the Carl McDowell Blue Hoodie, a perfect replica of the stylish loungewear worn by Donovan Carter in Season 5. This rich navy hoodie blends athletic comfort with executive-level polish, making it ideal for fans of the show or anyone who appreciates premium streetwear with a professional edge.

Why This Hoodie is a Game-Changer

✅ Authentic TV Design – Matches Carl’s relaxed-yet-powerful S05 style ✅ Luxe Comfort – Premium cotton-polyester blend with brushed interior ✅ Versatile Appeal – Works for game day, work-from-home, or weekend wear ✅ Details Matter – Subtle contrast stitching for elevated sophistication

Key Features

1. Screen-Accurate Styling

True navy color mirrors Carl’s on-screen wardrobe

Minimalist branding for understated luxury

Athletic fit – Relaxed but not sloppy

2. Performance-Grade Comfort

80% cotton/20% polyester – Breathable yet warm

Medium weight – Ideal for year-round wear

Reinforced seams – Built to last like a pro athlete’s gear

3. Smart Casual Details

Kangaroo pocket with hidden phone slot

Adjustable hood with smooth drawstrings

Ribbed cuffs to maintain shape

3 Winning Ways to Style It

🏈 Game Day Ready

Pair with gray joggers and white sneakers

Top with a snapback cap for sporty vibes

💼 Casual Friday Approved

Layer over a white tee with dark chinos

Add clean white sneakers or loafers

🌴 Weekend Warrior

Wear with shorts and slides for beachside lounging

Perfect for post-workout recovery or brunch runs

What Fans Are Saying

⭐ "The quality shocked me – way better than my designer hoodies!" – Marcus T. ⭐ "Nails Carl’s effortless cool. Gets compliments every time I wear it." – Jordan L. ⭐ "Bought for my Ballers-watching husband... now I steal it weekly." – Taylor R.

Final Verdict: The Hoodie That Plays Hard & Looks Sharp

Whether you’re repping your Ballers fandom or just upgrading your casual wardrobe, the Carl McDowell Blue Hoodie delivers TV-worthy style with everyday comfort.

🏆 Ready to dress like Hollywood’s smartest sports agent? 👉 Shop Now & own this premium piece!

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Sleek. Strong. Sophisticated. Meet the New Leather Jackets for Men by Jorde Calf

At Jorde Calf, we believe that a man’s jacket should be more than just outerwear—it should be a statement. Our latest collection of leather jackets for men embodies bold craftsmanship, premium materials, and elevated style. Whether you're a fan of athletic flair, a lover of edgy street fashion, or a die-hard motorcycle enthusiast, we’ve curated designs that speak your language.

Let’s introduce you to the three head-turning stars of this collection.

1. Men's Blue and White Leather Sports Jacket

Clean lines, contrast colors, and vintage varsity vibes—this jacket is built for men who blend sport and style with ease. The crisp blue and white color combination commands attention, while the premium leather construction ensures durability. Inspired by old-school athletic jackets but reimagined with a luxurious edge, this piece is perfect for casual weekends, laid-back evenings, or layering over your favorite tee. It’s not just a jacket—it’s a tribute to timeless sports culture with a refined finish.

2. Cobra Leather Jacket

Bold. Striking. Unapologetic. The Cobra Leather Jacket is for those who don’t just wear fashion—they dominate in it. This piece features a sleek silhouette with a fierce cobra motif that adds a fearless edge. Made from high-quality leather, it hugs the frame without restricting movement. Whether you’re heading into the city or commanding the night, this jacket projects confidence and charisma from every angle. Pair it with dark jeans and boots for a look that won’t go unnoticed.

3. Motorcycle Cobra Leather Jacket

For the road warriors and adrenaline chasers, our Motorcycle Cobra Leather Jacket is your new ride-or-die essential. Crafted with rugged leather built to handle speed and style, this jacket merges protective function with fearless fashion. Reinforced stitching, durable zippers, and the iconic cobra detailing all come together in a jacket designed for motion and menace. Whether you're on the bike or off, this jacket makes a loud statement—one of strength, precision, and dominance.

Why Choose Jorde Calf?

Each piece in this collection is designed with the modern man in mind—combining style, substance, and superior craftsmanship. At Jorde Calf, we use only the finest materials, precise tailoring, and distinctive design to ensure your jacket does more than cover you—it defines you.

So whether you're stepping into a casual day out, hitting the streets in style, or taking on the open road, trust our new collection to elevate your look.