#throw it on the bar-b-queue

[zydrateacademy]

Current Activities in ESO #7

A lot of my gameplay has been catchup by day, RP by night.

I had a decent windfall of selling a chunk of crowns for 19mil gold, and I've spent the bulk of that decorating several households to serve as heist targets for thief-based RP with variable difficulty. I mentioned that in the last post.

I was trying to conserve my last few mil to buy and decorate the upcoming Merryvine villa in Gold Road. However I kept getting into gearing and re-gearing old and new alts to make them playable. Some of my older alts had a far too hefty reliance on Briarheart and Hundings when the new(ish) Order's Wrath set for crit is now the go-to baby. I set up one of my arcanists as a tank and following a build online got incredibly expensive, utilizing those runes that cost ~90k each (they buff all three stats). That tank set is stupidly well geared now, but I still generally prefer healing. I've been slowly but surely trying to gear up a lot of my "most used" alts for double duty. DPS in overland, questing, zone clearing, etc, but having a heal/tank set for faster queues and generally having more to offer my roster than others.

Exception being perhaps my werewolf orc, whom I've retooled with Oakensoul. She has some insane light attack crits and can almost braindead her gameplay but she's so much more viable than the basic bow/bow bitch that threw cliff racers at people.

I've discovered I don't much care for B/B builds anymore except in one scenario; Battlegrounds. It's fun to plug away with poison-based arrows, whittling down enemy HP bars while it takes them several seconds to figure out where all that damage is coming from. Sure I get spotted and gunned down like I usually do, I'm not invisible, but it's fun to join already in-progress fights and plug away before they realize where that damage is coming from.

An exception to this exception is that my main necromancer. The class just isn't very fun to play at all. Our main sources of damage are all deeply flawed. Their biggest his is the blastbones skill that every Necro build uses but it takes a full 3 seconds to even leave the ground. By that time the trash pack might be dead already, or against single target bosses that's 3 seconds of not doing very much else. You have a skeleton pet (usually archer, I don't even know what the other morph is because nobody uses it) that only lasts 16 seconds and only shoots every so often, but mostly serves as another corpse to use once it goes down. Then there's the corpse-based laser beam that's very awkward to use and position reliant, and in certain boss fights your position may matter more than the laser beam. So that's another DPS loss.

I couldn't even play melee necro because you spend your whole rotation summoning blastbones, throwing the skull, or using some other skill that I found myself not swinging my weapons at all. Just a clunky cooldown chase. Gross.

The good thing is, she has a functional heal kit so that's another queue in the bag usually. Not as good as my arcanist healer whom is amazing, but still feels better to play than any kind of DPS.

On an RP standpoint, I've joined and left a couple of RP guilds. Well, more on the cusp of being kicked before just quitting to maintain my own dignity.

I won't name any names but it was a guild based on the Brotherhood. I have an assassin character and wanted to put her to use. They had this fun little system where they had a discord bot that would spit out a target, custom added. It gave more variance to overworld stabbing because it feels like base-game DB radiants just send you to the same six places over and over. So it was fun to get a change in scenery, and even helped push my assassin girl to collect a few wayshrines from lesser-seen towns. It also tied in their promotion system. Normally I wouldn't like PvE achievements leaking into RP promotions but it was a fun thing to do. The guild was also heavily hybridized, they had a lot of their membership that don't RP at all.

I found this culture to be a bit taxing. They had this strangest system of using local chat for OOC and only RPing in emotes, which I have never seen before (in any RP setting, ever). They claimed it was for filtering purposes.

There was also a jarring moment where, after claiming I was doing OOC movements, went around to take OOC screenshots of their promotion event. I have a reshade and screenshot helper mod to help me get very cinematic shots but while my UI was hidden apparently I was getting yelled at for being on the main stage where all of the officers were. I had already specified I was OOC but they claimed I was "breaking the sanctity of the ceremony". So my first day in there, it felt as though I had joined a guild of people that were incapable of keeping their attention on anything specific. Can't differentiate any posts between IC and OOC, and can't handle a crouched, hiding character in a corner taking cool screenshots of your proceedings.

I was in this guild for a solid three weeks or so but eventually an officer contacted me about there having been multiple complaints against me. It felt like this post's situation all over again, though the officer here was significantly more diplomatic than that link. I just got the "I've gotten complaints about you" vibe when a large portion of this guild barely interacted with me at all to know otherwise.

Basically my style or personality was conflicting with people. Naturally I never got any specifics or names so I couldn't defend myself properly. According to this officer my previously mentioned conflicts about the way their do their RP, I was trying to set my standards as "THE" standard. While I was in fact, trying to make conversation and understanding their way a bit better. But it rubbed some people the wrong way. I decided instead of being shadow-shunned by several people I would just leave. The options were to shut my own personality down and be much more silent in the guild (which defeats the fucking purpose of RP as a hobby), or continue to RP and interact with a guild where I know there's several people purposefully avoiding interaction with my character because they didn't like me as a player. I just can't really handle being in a guild where I know most people don't want to interact with me. Or is it most? Or is it just two or three complainers? I have no idea! Because the officers that have these conversations never tell me!

This happened before in another guild I quite liked. Though a while ago, back when I was much more active in 2021. I liked that guild, its systems, but the officer of the 'roguey' sub-faction in the guild just decided he didn't like how I spoke to him (completely ICly, mind you) and chastised me for that.

And much like that guild from three years ago, this Dark Brotherhood one wasn't all bad. In some cases I'd even recommend it to people, but it would come with a few asterisks and extra thoughts on the matter to those who would care to hear it.

Kinda put me off for a couple days. I'm not really sure how to adjust my own self when approaching a future RP guild to replace my lost 5th slot. Do I just... talk less? It's certainly some food for thought.

[tiikerikani]

Maailma Pakkanen palaa!

(deep freeze returns!! and also burns!!)

10.2.2024 – Tullikamari (Pakkahuone), Tampere

We’re at peak (nadir?) cold snap and it’s like -20°C outside and I’m already loitering around there just shy of 7:00. I forewent my tradition of listening to Kauan beforehand/while in queue because a) I fear for earbud cables and batteries in these conditions, and b) I do it to get a chill down my spine and don’t need any help with that right now. Instead, I am singing under my breath to pass/keep track of time without having to look at a watch (see above re. batteries). It is surprisingly effective. It’s not like when I’m on the piano and time goes weird and I play everything too fast.

A taxi drops off a couple of women at maybe 7:05. They resemble but are not the Regular Groupies. They look around a little and walk away. The Superfans also show up a bit after that. They wave and go over to the supermarket to stay warm. Not the Regular Groupies return looking for the nearest bar. I’m not from here so I don’t know.

When Superfans come back (I think it’s 7:25 now), we go hang out by the door properly. After a few more people arrive (including the actual Regular Groupies), they shuffle me to the very front of the queue because I was here first. (ok.)

I can’t feel my toes. Is this worth losing my toes for?

Time feels like it’s passing extremely quickly while I’m in this queue. Before I know it it’s 7:55 and the queue goes as far as I can see out into the parking lot. I put away my hat and mittens and get my arms out of my coat so I’m ready to throw those off the moment the door opens.

Coat check was being fiddly with the card terminal so others got ahead of me in terms of getting into the room, not to mention that the bag checker was calling for backup at exactly the moment I walked into them, which set me back a little as well. But it’s fine, I got where I wanted to be.

They hadn’t even gotten the backdrop up yet!

By 8:45 my toes feel normal again. It's getting crowded in here. Yet again, the entire spring tour is sold out, so.

They don't play until 9:30.

I'm in my red tunic and have a new (Viking) dragon-shaped bead on my braid because it's Chinese New Year but not like anybody notices or cares (I don't even really celebrate, I just do some token gestures).

Somebody in the fanclub had shared last night's set list, so I had that already copied onto my arm to correct/adjust. (Ended up adding one song.)

They played (still) another arrangement of Intiaanit, which was... in basic rock song style. I didn't like it.

Huomenna kaduttaa and Valot eteiseen aren't songs I'm too familiar with — they clearly have their fans though. Songs about romance and parenthood are hard for me to relate to.

The person next to me was filming most of the songs and I really wanted to smack the phone out of her hand with a well-placed dramatic gesture but did not because she was nice and actually talked to me at some point earlier.

Markus used an acoustic bass instead of the cello this time. I wonder if it's because of the weather? Classical string instruments (and large ones at that) are probably more sensitive to temperature changes.

His beard is starting to go noticeably grey in the middle, and I've also started wondering about his bracelet. It doesn't look like a Fitbit, but he wears it everywhere.

I never thought they'd ever play Ei voittajaa again, and it made sense to put it as the first encore so they could reuse the old walk-on intro track. I still kind of remember the moves to my epic invisible sword dance but there's never quite the space to do it even in a more limited way. (Nobody cares to wonder why I was so much more animated during that song than any other...)

Teemu’s SO (Her Again!!) ("you're very... red today") says she was at the back of the room and there was still such a LONG queue to get in even as the show started that she missed the first 3 songs. When Teemu comes to join her, they try to find a way out of the place. He has all his stuff, but she needs to get hers from the coat check. There is a massive bottleneck at the stairs going back down there. The couple go talk to somebody at a side door and eventually they disappear backstage to use the loading door I guess.

It’s over 30 minutes before it felt like the coat check mob started moving at a decent pace. Turns out they were letting people down the stairs in controlled groups. They really wanted us out of there since there was a new queue outside of younger people waiting to get IN for, I don’t know, Saturday night disco? That’s a thing at rock clubs here.

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In a radio interview a couple of weeks ago, Senpai said that he really likes meeting fans (and that some tell him a lot about themselves — sorry :D I'm surely not alone but maybe the only one who does so in longhand) but there's just too many of them now and he'd be there all night. So there you have it from him.

Heini, Jepa, and Hannah were backing singers at UMK (where the Eurovision entry is selected) which was on at the same time literally 600 metres away, at the arena. I bet they met up with the band and hung out together afterward.

Completely off-topic side note: I'm sad that the very comfy (and very broken) couch at my friend's place is going to get replaced. It's awful for sitting on, but I sleep better on it than in my own bed, so it's something I look forward to whenever I visit.

Maailma palaa

Kohti sydänpeltoja

Intiaanit

Huomenna kaduttaa

Ilman mua

Tummilla teillä

Faija käyttää napapaitaa

Samaan mutkaan kaatunut

Exodus

Valot eteiseen

Kiljut riemusta

Reppana

Faarao

Kolme hyvää vinkkiä

Kanto

Onnellinen mies

Hetken ikuinen

// Ei voittajaa

// Kukaan ei koskaan

// Arlandan portailla

[Concert write-up archive and master calendar]

[ofbooksandaesthetics]

Battle of the Bands

Attack on Titan/ Shingeki no Kyojin 

Levi/Reader

Modern Band AU

Summary: As the guitarist of The 104th, you are invited to play with your favourite band The Scouts. 

Warnings: slight profanity but not much 

Author’s note: I listened to Queen of White Lies by Orion Experience 10 times in one bus journey and couldn’t help but imagine Jean singing it about Mikasa. And voila! This imagine was born :) 

From a young age, you’d always been obsessed with music. From your dad playing jazz on a lazy Sunday afternoon to your mum playing R&B as she cleaned, you had always been surrounded by it. It followed you everywhere so it was no surprise when you were gifted a guitar for your 9th birthday. 

You spent hours each day practising fingerpicking, then moving onto chords and then fully-fledged songs. As you grew so did tastes - and your guitar collection. 

Before moving into the 6th grade, your family moved for a new job, leaving you without friends and having to start a new life in the city of Trost. The one thing that was ever consistent was the strings of your guitar and the beats from the speakers, which became your solace in the coming weeks. And said beats caught the attention of your new next-door neighbour. 

Jean Kirstein was also massively into music, and when he walked past your house he could hear the amp blaring from your open window. He became enthralled and would often leave his window open to catch even just a few notes. 

The Saturday before school started, Jean was forced by his mother to introduce himself to you (she said you had to have at least one friend before starting school) and by doing so Mrs Kirstein caused a life long friendship to bloom. He was forced into your house by your mother and lead upstairs to your room. He was greeted by band posters, from MCR to The Beatles, and an acoustic and electric guitar hanging on the wall side by side. But what caught his gaze was the massive “SCOUTS” poster above your bed. 

“WOW! That’s so cool, you like The Scouts!” He exclaimed as he entered your room, causing you to jump from your magazine and stare at the brown-haired boy invading your space.

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” You shouted, giving your mum a quizzical glare as she smiled at the boy's excitement. Your voice seemed to pull the boy out of his oasis and he met your eyes with a blush and a shrug.

“I’m Jean. My mum sent me, we live next door.” Before you could introduce yourself, he had already started to speak again “I’ve heard you playing your guitar. You’re really good!” 

At this your mum left the two of you two it, only returning 3 hours later to find you both on the floor, with you playing whilst Jean sang along. Noticing the time, Jean jumped up remembering his mum warning to be back by dinnertime. 

“It’s been great meeting you! If you want I can meet you outside on Monday and I’ll introduce you to my friends. They’d love to hear you play too! Connie’s really into the drums and Marco has been learning bass.”

Hearing this your eyes lit up and your mum’s heart warmed at the idea of you finally enjoying your new life.

“That sounds great, I’ll see you then!” You called as your mum lead him out.

                                         4 YEARS LATER

The years passed quickly and it didn’t take you long to forget the pain of your old life and become enamoured with your new friends. Jean did indeed introduce to his friends Connie, Sasha and Marco, and it didn’t take long for you to become the best of friends. The five of you would all meet Connie’s garage, sometimes just chatting but more often than not bringing along your instruments for a jam session. Four years went by of you playing lead guitar, Marco jamming on bass, Connie smashing on percussion and Jean accompanying with his gruff drawl, whilst Sasha sat atop of the counter, sadly not having any musical talents other than occasional tamborining. And the four years went by easily until Sasha let out a suggestion.

“You guys should start a band. Like a proper one, with gigs and shit” She declared, soon after stuffing her mouth with a cake Mrs Springer had brought in. 

“See at least someone appreciates my musical talents” quipped Jean with a quirk of his eyebrows, causing you all to laugh. 

“I’ve got to admit, I’m down! We’ve been playing for years, we even played at last years prom.” Seeing no reason against the idea, you voiced your opinion. 

“Yeah but that was prom. We know all of them anyway, if we did gigs it would be to strangers and critics and stuff” Huffed Connie. 

“Yeah, and potential talent scouts! Imagine if we got signed! What do you think Marco?” Jean turned to face he freckled boy awaiting his response. 

“I guess it could be fun.” He said, tilting his head to the side and turning to Connie. “I think we should” 

With a consensus of four out of five, all eyes were set on Connie, pleading him to agree. He spluttered, not expecting you all to be serious. After a moment of staring at you all incredulously, he finally gave in.

“Fine! But if we got told we’re shit it’s on you guys” He sighed, but was drowned out by all your cheers. 

                       2 YEARS LATER

After that day, you had all put in the effort to perfecting your craft and coming up with your own songs. You and Jean would have weekly sleepovers, pulling all-nighters to get the perfect verses. And it wasn’t long until you booked your first gig, which was a success. Nearly the whole grade had turned up to support you, and you soon became a local legend. And in honour of them, you had named your band The 104th, due to being the 104th grade since your school was founded. 

Your increased fame, got you gigs outside of Trost, on larger stages than the small bars you were used to. You had released your first album and we’re having a small jam session, when Sasha’s, who had taken up the role as manager, phone rang. You all carried on with your conversation until Sasha quickly stood up and ran across the room, her voice getting slightly louder, causing you all to stare at her.

“OMG! That sounds great, we can be there for the soundcheck in less than an hour. Thank you so much, for this opportunity. We appreciate it! Thank you, bye!” She exclaimed with wide eyes as her smile grew and grew. After ending the call she whipped around, before letting out a screech 

“OI, OI! What’s going on?” Asked Connie, as he walked up to Sasha flicking her forehead as she squealed again. 

“GUESS WHO’S OPENING FOR THE SCOUTS?!” She all but screamed whilst running to the front of the garage and throwing your jackets at you all. Realising what she meant you stood in a state of shock before opening your mouth. 

“What do you mean? Opening for The Scouts. As in THE SCOUTS? They’re playing tonight, we can’t open for them.” You justified, meeting Jean’s stunned gaze. 

You two had always imagined what it would be like to meet your legends, let alone open for them. After your initial meeting, the two of you had gone on for hours about your favourite songs by the band and sang along to them. You had even let him in on your crush on the lead guitarist, Levi Ackerman, for heaven’s sake. As good as an opportunity this was, you were a nervous wreck. It was one thing to play on the same stage that your favourite band had stepped on, but to play with them and meet them. That was a thing of its own. 

You were knocked from your thoughts by a shoe to your head, and as you focused back in you watched Connie running around like a headless chicken. Attempting to back up his drum kit, he panicked until Sasha assured him there’d be one there for him. The rest of you seemed to kick into action and you ran about gathering your equipment before rushing home to grab gig-worthy clothes. You all met up back at Connie’s house before all piling into Jean’s minivan. Connie and Sasha were as loud as always but you, Jean and Marco seemed to still be too shocked to talk.

As you rolled up to the venue, you saw a queue of about 20 Scout super fans lined up three hours before the gig even started. You wondered how many were your fans, as Sasha had sent out announcements on every social media site possible after you guys left. You hauled your guitar case out of the van before following behind Sasha into the main doors of the venue. The crew were rushing about everywhere, and if you weren’t already used to the atmosphere you were sure you’d pass out. As you walked into the main hall, your eyes fell to the band on top of the stage. All five of you froze, in the realisation that you were in the same room as your childhood heroes. Putting your kit down, you watched as Hange Zoe lazily sat on her drum set, tapping out a quiet beat, as the lead singer Erwin, counted in the beat. Miche Zacharias swayed his hips as he set out the bassline, and Levi almost languidly strummed his electric guitar. 

The five of you were pulled behind the stage before you could watch their practice start but you could still hear it as they performed their soundcheck. Experienced in the world of gigs, the four of you prepped your instruments, tuning them in case they had been messed up in the hurry of your departure. And by the time you’d finished the Scouts were walking towards you. Hange greeted you first. 

“HI! OMG, we’ve heard so much about you guys. You guys are practically famous around here!” She blurted out, her excitement surprising you all. Connie seemed to be frozen as his inspiration complimented you guys. Miche let out a greeting and moved on to sit down. Leaving Erwin and Levi in front of you. Erwin stepped forward and placed out his hand, shaking and greeting you all individually. Now there was just Levi left. 

Your eyes met his and you couldn’t help but blush, as he gave a small nod. Appreciative of the small gesture, you calmed slightly until Jean ruined it

“HI! We love you guys so much. Y/N even has a crush on Levi!” He blurted, his face turning bright red after realising what he had said. You gasped and without thinking smacked him across the head. 

“WHAT THE HELL’S WRONG WITH YOU? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?” But before you could apologise and defend yourself to Levi and Erwin, you were escorted to the stage for your own soundcheck. Glaring at Jean, you got in position, and were done in half an hour. 

After the soundcheck, you were given time to rest, giving you all time to calm down, after the more than lively introduction. You eventually forgave Jean for his outburst but not without consequences. He would be carrying your gear for the next year’s worth of gigs.

You hadn't yet gained back the confidence to talk Levi but had spoken to the other members of The Scouts. Miche and Erwin told you about how their touring band had ditched them last minute and how they needed another opening band pronto. You were astonished to find out that Hange herself had requested you guys, but it filled your heart with warmth knowing someone as famous as her held your small-town band in high regards. 

Everyone could sense your apprehension to talking to Levi but we’re all shocked when the quiet man joined you whilst getting a drink. You almost blushed when you noticed him next to you but pushed the feeling down and smiled at him. Although Jean had embarrassed you beyond belief, there was no reason to push away your childhood dream and miss the opportunity to talk to him. 

“You know you we’re what inspired me to start learning the guitar?” You said. Levi didn’t reply but you decided his silence wasn’t in annoyance. “My parents were always super into music anyway but when I heard your guys' debut album it pushed me towards the guitar.” You watched him finish making his tea and leave but before he sat down, he turned his head over his shoulder. 

“I’m glad to hear it” He replied, turning again and leaving. You smiled, happy that he didn’t think you were a complete freak. 

                      2 HOURS LATER 

The time had finally arrived. From the side of the stage, you could see a sea of people filling the venue and could hear the symphony of chatter. The boys were stood next to you, panting with nerves. You had never performed to such a large crowd before. You took a sharp breath before turning to them. 

“Come on boys! We’ve done this before and we’ll do it again. This is just another small step before we get our own main stage like this!” Your small pep talk seemed to calm the boys and caught the attention of Erwin and Levi who were waiting to watch your performance from the side-lines. You smiled at the two but we’re now filled with dread as you realised they would be watching. You threw that fear away and gave Marco a side hug as you fixed your strap, and then followed Jean to the stage. 

The lights blinded you but once your vision cleared you all but gasped at the sheer amount of sweaty bodies in front of you. You beamed brightly and gave a wink to a figure in the balcony. At least you could seem confident even if you were dying inside.  

The beat of the drum surrounded you and Marco’s strumming blared out from the amps. You started plucking at your guitar and forgot about the crowd. Jean’s gravely word floated out into the dark room, and it was easy to forget you were on a stage and instead it felt like you were back in Connie’s house. As the song reached the chorus, you and Marco joined in, accompanying Jean. Eventually, you loosened up to a point where all three of you were able to dance slightly to the beat during the bridge. This seemed to get the crowd going even more and you let out a laugh, completely forgetting your inhibitions. [I imagined them performing Queen of White Lies]

Once the song finished, Jean introduced himself, and you prepared yourself for another half an hour of playing and dancing. But it passed quickly and before you knew it you we’re all sat on the sofa. Connie was still flushed chugging on his 3rd bottle of water whilst the rest of you leant back with smiles upon your faces. Your attention was piqued as The Scouts took the stage and you all shouted words of encouragement to them. This brought a smile to their faces, including a small smirk on Levi’s. You all rushed to the sidelines to watch and we’re in awe as you saw the four of them play as if they were reading each other's minds. It was as if they were symbiotic, each knowing what to do without even the slightest hesitation. 

Even though you tried to focus on all of them, your focus always came back to Levi. You watched how his brow rested into a scowl as he neared a faster part of the song and how he threw his head back when lost in the moment. Your eyes widened when he took his shirt off after four songs, which Jean noticed, and started to nudge you for. Time seemed to go by so quickly that you barely noticed them finish their final song. They waved to the crowd as they left but stayed in the wings as the crowd screamed for an encore. Erwin still seemed to smile and nudged Levi towards the five of you. 

“Do you guys want to join us for the encore?” He asked gruffly, his eyes set on you. You looked at the rest of the band and you all nodded before you verbally replied. 

“Of course! What song are you thinking?” 

“Nirvana - Love Buzz? You guys know it?” Miche asked, wiping some water from his chin. You all nodded in unison and before you know it you were all kitted up and back on stage. 

The crowd went wild seeing both The Scouts and The 104th back on stage and you couldn’t help but smile as you found Levi stood next to you. You guys let loose on the song and you even attempted to have a little contest with Levi during the guitar solo for dominance. This gained a smile for the man, and you guys finished the song in no time. 

Leaving the stage for the last time, you gave out a clumsy bow before running off stage. You guys went to get changed and pack up your gear but before you could get in the van the Scouts we’re back in front of you. Erwin took the lead yet again. 

“We loved having you guys on stage with us! And after some thinking, we’d love it if you replaced our old band with us on the rest of the tour.” 

At this Jean slammed the van door and stared at Erwin in shock. The five of you looked at each other in shock. The silence was eventually broken by Connie, who let out a scream as he ran around the van, followed by Sasha letting out profanities. The rest of you gushed and thanked the other band profusely not knowing how to appropriately respond. After formally Sasha accepted the other, Hange launched into giving out hugs, whilst Miche and Erwin gave out handshakes. Levi ignored the rest of your bandmates and made his way to you.

“I look forward to more guitar battles.” Levi remarked as dryly as ever but with a small smirk playing on his lips. Luckily this time, the others were too distracted and you were able to reply with some confidence. 

“You mean to look forward to losing right?” you quipped, knowing this would be the start of something great. 

[kickingitwithkirk]

I’m Not Clean

Paring: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 1948

Warnings: A/B/O, angst, verbal fighting, cursing, cheating, oral sex, p/v sex

A/N: for @jawritter​​​​ #jensmakemecrychallange

A/N II: Set between mid season six-starts after Death puts Sam’s soul back-ending before the last Trial in season eight. Told from Sam’s POV alternating between present and past memories/ events. Some altering of events to fit story line. Prompt in Bold.

*no beta, all mistakes are mine.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~ 

I chant this mantra over and over to myself. 

I was drunk before leaving, roaring out of the garage in Baby, leaving the stench of burning rubber and exhaust in my wake.

We’ve had some hell raising fights over the years. This one tonight the vilest we have ever had, saying the most unforgiving things to each other because you broke our agreement.

What we said...our knowledge of each other’s weakest points to abuse, verbally cutting into each other in the deepest manner, inflicting as much carnage as possible. 

The only other person in the universe who knows how to hit me that hard is my brother. Man, how we’ve done that dance too, over and over yet somehow always finding our way back to each other.

My brother tried to intervene, to stop us from saying the things we can never take back or forgive. It felt as if he was taking your side, I went after him as well. 

I feel the need to punish myself for all the pain I have caused. I am always creating pain, torching those I love. 

I found her at the dive bar, a few days out from her heat.

She is my punishment.

We go to a nearby dump. I close the door and she's already on her knees, my jeans zippers down, pulling me out and starts licking up the underside of my cock, making gagging noises trying to deepthroat me. My head thunks against the door and all I can think is that she’s not you.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

I remember like it was yesterday. We ended up at Bobby’s after cleaning out a vamp nest two states over. 

Grabbing our duffels we didn’t rock, paper, scissors over who got the spare bed, my brother just face plants on the couch, unconscious before I’m even at the foot of the staircase.

I wearily make my way upstairs not bothering to shower in spite of how bad I smell, too exhausted to care. I toed off my boots and socks, throwing my blood encrusted shirt and jeans in the corner, collapsing face down on the bed, landing on top of something under the covers.

Why am I staring at the ceiling?

My brother barrel's in, woken by the sound of my body hitting the floor, stopping in the doorway with his gun drawn looking for what attacked me...this confused look crossed his face as the scent of fear flooded the room.

I sit up gazing over the bed as you huddle in the corner looking scared to death. My brother puts his gun back in his waistband, hands up with his on display to show he’s no threat. 

I slowly got to my feet and came around the bed towards you. You shrink even further in the corner, pulling into yourself as tight as you can, hiding behind your arms and drawn up knees.

I stop and sit down trying to not appear threatening and speak softly to you.

“I’m sorry I scared you, we’re friends of Bobby’s. He didn’t tell us you were here. We’re not going to hurt you.”

You're so still, all I can see is your beautiful eyes moving between us, the only movement you are able to do. 

My brother gives a small smile before going back downstairs to the couch, giving you space to calm down. I stay on the floor, my back propped against the bed talking. 

It’s a one sided conversation but that’s ok. 

Bobby’s back just after daybreak found us still in the same positions on the floor asleep. 

“Balls!” 

You spring from the corner and bury yourself in his arms. Seeing that Bobby has you I grab my stuff and head for a shower. My brothers just came out from taking his. I strip and climb in turning on the water. 

Fucker used all the hot water.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

I don’t want to be touching her now, or her touching me, my self loathing rising like the bile in my throat but my body has a mind of its own tonight as my brain turns off given into my Alpha.

I grab her hair, yanking her off my dick with an audible pop, saliva and precome running down her chin, adding another stain to the discolored rug. I pull her up, tossing her onto the bed before dragging her back to the edge, the barely there skirt rides up out of the way as I lave my tongue up her uncovered thighs, swirling it through her dripping folds. Roughly inserting several fingers into her tight cunt I start sucking on her clit as she grabs my hair soaking my face with her slick as she cums.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

The smell of coffee calls to my still fuzzy brain as I staggered downstairs to the kitchen. My brother and Bobby are at the table talking. As I pour a cup you walk in from the porch. 

I turn towards you, finally able to scent you without the terror that clouded the room last night. 

Are you a classic beauty? No, but you beguile me. 

I’m enamored with your beautiful eyes, recalling the way they never left mine last night. You’re taller than I expected, curvaceous, not delicate like others I have been with.

As you hold my gaze I remember the verbal platitudes, reading the drivel, even watched some of the bathetic romance movies but they could never fully articulate this feeling. It de-queues through me, permeates my soul.

My brother relentlessly teases that I am having a chick-flick moment.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

She wobbly moves onto her hands and knees, I climb on the bed behind her and ram my engorged cock into her sodden cunt as far as she can take me mindlessly pounding. I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing enough to stop the incoherent noises escaping from her mouth that grate against me. 

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

We ended up staying at Bobby’s for a couple of weeks, it was quiet and I wasn’t in any hurry to leave you.

Bobby explained to us how you ended up here over a bottle of whiskey late one night.

Jo found you bruised and bleeding, huddled in the door jam out back of Harvelle's Roadhouse. You had been injured by your pack for defying them. Ellen of course took you in. 

The pack came looking for you, trailing your scent to the bar. Ellen’s shotgun and don’t fuck with me attitude convinced them you had left but she knew it wasn’t safe for you to stay, your pack would be watching. 

Smuggling you out of the bar proved harder than anyone thought. There were multiple hand offs among hunters traveling along the way, finally delivering you to Bobby Singer's home days later.

For the first time in your life, you were safe.

We took our time getting to know each other, I had to work harder than I ever have with anyone before to gain your trust.

After my brother and I caught a case, I would call you every day and matter the time, you answered. We would talk for hours, share what we had been doing that day, finding our mutual interests in a variety of subjects coming to light. 

My brother would yell for me to get off the damn phone, I was keeping him awake, even though I’m sitting outside the motel room.

Then things got out of control.

Castiel broke the wall and died. Leviathans were anyone and everywhere, finally imitating us.

We became America’s Most Wanted. Bobby sent us to a man named Frank who owned him a big favor and made us disappear. 

We found Bobby’s burned down house and almost got killed ourselves.

Then Bobby showed up at the hospital to break us out, informing me you were safe, hidden at a long forgotten hunters cabin.

We managed to stay in contact, I needed that, to know you were staying safe before being able to sleep at night.

The first fight happened in the hospital, blaming us for losing Bobby. 

Then Dick and Purgatory.

And a lost year.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

I pulled out of her relieved my knot had finally deflated enough to release me. Collapsing onto my back I fling my arm over my eyes disgusted with myself as she’s curling into my side literally purring.

I’ve repeatedly used her...in this bed of sin I created...I’ve lost control...not the first time.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

It’s never quiet for long in our lives. Castiel mysteriously returns and Kevin Tran sort of deciphers the demon tablet, how through three trials we can close the Gates of Hell and seal away so much evil if we survive the First Trial- kill a Hell hound. 

While on another case we met our grandfather Henry Winchester of The Men of Letters and inherit the key to the Bunker. We have a home of sorts and I finally have a safe place for you, for us to be together. A few months after moving in, before the Second Trial-rescuing a innocent from Hell, and your heat, I made a decision that saddened both of us but with our lives was necessary and allowed me finally to make you mine forever.

Right before finding out about the Third Trial I found the test hidden in a drawer and my diminishing mind bounces between being petrified and elated. I sat there downing a bottle of whiskey from my brother's copious stash waiting for your return and upon seeing you all the alcohol in my degenerating body gave me permission to release my pent up fury and paranoia, ending in that cheap room with her.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

I made my way back to the Bunker to find my brother sitting in the War Room waiting on me. He wrinkled his nose at the stench of her all over me but said nothing as I handed over the car keys pocketing them. His eyes shifted to a chair and I apprehensively sat down awaiting the bombardment he would unleash. He remains quiet as he turns the open laptop towards me. I blink a few times to focus on the screen, reading the online article from a national news agency about the contraceptive failure. I’m in disbelief when he slides your phone in front of me and plays the voicemail from your doctor.

I get up swaying from a nonexistent breeze slowly walking the halls till I’m standing outside our bedroom door. I can scent your sadness from outside the closed door causing me to freeze holding the knob, unable to summon up the courage to turn it when it disappears from my hand finding you instead. You move allowing me to enter, shutting the door as I sit on the edge of the bed before crossing over, moving to stand directly in front of me. I don’t know how you can do that with the smell of every wrong I’ve done clinging to my skin polluting us. 

I feel your hands cradling my face softly telling me Grown men don't cry as your fingers track the tears coursing uninhibitedly down my cheeks.

I completely collapse wrapping my arms around your waist resting my forehead against the special place where our pup is, undeserving of your love that’s purifying me in ways the trials never will.

tagging: SPN @donnaintx​​​​

Sam/Jared @idreamofplaid​​​​

[stay-midnight]

Halloween of the SKidz 11

Guardian Angel! Jeongin x Male Reader

Word Count: 3.3K

This does not represent Yang Jeongin, Stray Kids and JYP Entertainment in any way shape or form and will only be used for entertainment purposes!

TW //: Explicit Smut, Reader fell of the stairs, Quitting of job, Reader almost getting hit by a truck and Fluff at end.

Warnings/Kinks: Hard Dom Jeongin, Sub (Kinda bratty?) Male Reader, orgasm Denial, mentions of hickeys at the end, anal penetration, back scratching, lip biting, making out, nipple play, jeongin calling y/n prince, unprotected sex (wrap it up), no prep before penetration, (also prep before penetrating), Cuss words and Angry Sex(?)

Don’t mind my grammar mistakes and spelling mistakes.. My lazy ass didn't check it 🤡

a/n: Why do I feel like my vocabulary is getting lesser- dkxkdkdkskkdd well ill start on the other request now since this is done. hopefully you like this though-

You rushed into your work building so fast, careful with the cup of coffee that you were holding. You saw the elevator closing, “Wait, Wait! Hold the door!” You groaned as the elevator door shut on your face.

You instantly switched to Plan B ran to the stairway and ran up to it, your shoes stomp echoing in the empty stairway.

You reached the fifth floor in 5 minutes as your grip on the stair hold tightened, your chest heaved up and down and you try to catch your breath. The coffee cup in your hand somehow full after a fast jog up the stairs.

You blinked and recollected yourself sprinting to your boss’ office, ignoring all the other workers’ eyes on you.

“Tsk, First day of your job and you’re already late,” he stopped to check his watch “6 minutes.” he spat with a glare.

Your lips formed in a thin line stopping yourself scoffing at his statement, “I’m sorry. Sir.” your voice laced with a slight sarcasm.

You hand him his cup of coffee, the main reason that you came in late due to a long queue in that cafe. You urge to throw the hot coffee at his face but didn’t not wanting to lose the only job that you got hired out of the of 4 other jobs as a secretary.

You wiped your forehead with your arm, removing the sweat from it. You saw your boss talking to air, probably his guardian angel, sighing, as you didn’t have one like others.

It was unfair for you since you weren’t born with a guardian angel that is protecting you like the others. You frowned upon this thought and look at your boss, “Sir.. What is my task?” You asked in a bored tone.

He looks back at you with a glare as you tried your hardest to not roll your eyes.

“I have a very important meeting in about 20 minutes and you’ll prepare it. This is your first ever task as my secretary so I expect you to give your best unless you want to be fired like the others.” he said seriously, handing you a tablet.

You gave him a nod, reaching your hand for the tablet and turned your back at him after. You tapped some things on the screen in a confused manner, “How the hell do you prepare a meeting with this..” You scrunched your noise, inspecting the tablet.

and in 20 minutes as well?!” I sighed and worked with this.

. . .

After about 7 minutes of tweaking and tapping, you were very stressed on how to use this. “This is stupid.” you exclaimed with no emotions. Another lost job is most likely the scenario that is about to happen.

“Hello~” You yelped suddenly and turned to your back, you blink a number of times. There was no one there.

You gulped, “Uh.. Hi?” you mumbled to particularly no one. You turned your head side to side, hoping to catch a glimpse of a person to know that you’re not going crazy.

All you saw was the workers working their butts off and they don’t seem to be speaking to you

“Quit the job~” a voice said, the sound of their voice similar to earlier. “I- I can’t do that?” you said perplexed by the situation.

The people surrounding you soundly ignored your weird antics of talking to yourself, mistaking it that you’re talking to your guardian angel.

“You should, you’re gonna get fired anyway. Save yourself from the embarrassment.” the male voice stated bluntly.

You grit your teeth, “How do you know that? Who are you anyway?” you said with sharp tone, looking around you again. “Show yourself..”

A sudden flash of white appeared behind you, he tapped your shoulder. “I’m your guardian angel~” he said in a quite chilling tone making your spine crawl.

You looked up behind you and saw a very handsome male floating in the air, smirking at you. Your mouth hung open in shock, “T-Thats a lie..” you breathed out. “I don’t have one. I wasn’t born with one..” you stated looking at him with a glare.

“You weren’t born with one but now you have one.” he said rolling his eyes at your glare and flying to your left.

“Yeah right. A guardian angel wouldn’t want the person their protecting to suddenly quit a job.” you said harshly, your eyes following him.

“Who said that I’m like other guardian angels? Listen here buddy, I protect you in return you give me what I want.” the male said, keeping the smirk plastered on his handsome face.

“Oh fuck that.” you spat at back at him, your glare burning holes right through him.

“Suit yourself, but like I said if you need me just call out my name—Jeongin.” he said, chuckling as he disappeared into thin air.

You rolled your eyes at nothing and looked towards the clock hanging at the wall, only 6 minutes left. “Fuck, stupid angel.”

Jeongin watches you with a grin, laughing every now and then at your failed attempts at your task. “Stupid human.. he’ll give in soon enough.. anyone human, I am tasked to guard and protect has extremely bad luck to the point that they can possibly die.” his grin widening,

“What to do with him after he gives in..” he furrowed his eyebrows, thinking deeply. He eyed your features before smirking, “My lust it is then.”

. . .

Jeongin hummed as he watch you get scolded by your boss, “Hm, he hasn’t quitted his job yet. Interesting, I wonder how long he could take all of his boss’ wrath. Probably not long..” he inspected your personality as he got curiouser of you.

. .

He yawned as he watched in boredom of you trying to ‘work’ if that was even what you were doing. You were all over the place, walking around and delivering papers. At this point on, you weren’t even a secretary. You’re more like helper running around.

Jeongin dozed off too sleep at some point due to the loss of entertainment.

Your eye twitched in annoyance as your boss commanded you, he instructed you deliver papers, print, stamp them as well.

“This is bullshit.” you muttered under your breath as you crashed the paper at the worker’s table. The female worker yelped suddenly and look up at you in confusion. She noticed your annoyed expression and stayed silent.

As much as you wanted to gouge your boss’ eyes out. You followed his every instruction and done every one of his task almost perfectly.

You sighed and wore an annoyed expression as you walked back down to the second floor, gripping the stacks of folders containing ‘important’ files, sounds nice to be set aflame.

You slipped on the tiles on the stairs causing you to gasp and fall down one set of staircase, the paper flew and created a mess on the time that you fell down.

. . . .

“Seems like my bad luck finally took place.” Jeongin let out chuckle, blinking his eyes open and grinning at your messy self.

“Just give up sweet human, unless you wanna end up like the last one. Killed in his sleep.” he sighed out to no one while you were getting up.

. . . .

“Ah-ah shit..” you fall back down as pain shot up your leg. You grip the stairhold and you try to get up again.

You grunt in pain as you leaned at the stairhold for support, you look down at the mess of papers that you created,

“I’m too tired of this stupid job.” You say, then you manage to stand on two feet, the pain slightly duller.

You then walked up to reach the fifth floor, extremely careful to make sure you don’t fall again while you limp up the stairs.

You shamelessly walked into your boss’ room, “I quit this stupid job.” you said giving him the I.D that you got just this morning and walked out of the room, ignoring your boss’ shocked expression with his lips slightly parted.

“Close your mouth, a bug might fly in.” you smirked and taunted him before pressing the button to to down the elevator

“That felt good.” you said dusting your shoulder while walking inside the elevator.

You sighed as you needed to find another job, “Maybe a barista at a bar?” you placed your hand on your chin and thought.

“Or maybe just a waiter or even maybe a cashier at a cafe.” you shrugged.

The elevator dinged before you walked out of it.

. . . . .

The sight of many cars driving around the busy road met you after leaving the building contrary to the quite silent road this morning.

You sighed as you waited for the traffic lights to turn red, thinking back to your encounter with your guardian angel, you grit your teeth in annoyance, “What kind of guardian angel doesn’t protect his human..” you fumed and saw the traffic light go red.

You sighed and walk across the road, you turn to your side...

A huge truck was speeding towards you.

You blink twice as you felt your soul leaving your body, a tear drop fell in that moment as the oxygen inside your throat got stuck.

Just before impact of the truck,

“Jeongin..” you whispered, your “guardian angel’s” name rolling of your tongue when you closed your eyes.

You felt your legs getting scooped off the ground as a strong arm was holding you from the back.

. . .

You slowly flutter your eyes open and saw that handsome male earlier, “I- Put me down!!” you said squirming while on his arms.

“Sure? I mean, I just saved you but if you want to go then fine..” the angel said as he loosened his grip slightly.

“Wa-Wait! Don’t!.” you said as you clinged on to him for dear life, grasping the white shirt that he’s wearing.

He rolled his eyes and flew you back into your house, landing softly in his feet, placing you down. “Now, let’s talk about what I want.” he smirked.

“What?” you asked tilting your head to the side,

He clicked his tongue, “Like I said, when I help you, you’d do anything I want.” Jeongin said before moving closer and grabbing your chin.

“And I already know what I want~” he teased, eyeing your features.

You glare at him, “No- Nope no way, I don’t know what you want but I won’t do anything you say.” you said, clenching your fist which made him take a step back.

“Hmm? That’s okay but remember you’ll die..” He said in a frown, “This is your only chance, I won’t be there for you next time.” Jeongin said, a bit bored.

Your breath hitched at his statement, “H-How do you even know I’ll die?” you said raising your eyebrows in disbelief.

He hums, “Yeah no, I’m not telling you. But I don’t mind if you want to take the risk. I’ll just be watching from the distance.”

You placed your hand on your chin, thinking “What do you want anyways?” you asked and looked at him.

Jeongin smirked, “You. Your body.”

“I- And what are you gonna do w-with my body??” you said, scowling at the guardian angel.

“I think you already know what I’ll do.. I’ll play with it, mark it up and do anything I want with it.” Jeongin chuckled lightly before grinning.

“N-No.. I don’t want that..” you stuttered out,

“Well good luck and maybe I’ll see you in heaven~” he taunted as he walked away, waving a peace sign.

“F-Fine..” you mumbled.

The smirk on his face returned again, he turned to look at you “What was that~?”

“I d-don’t want to die yet..” you say in a feather-like and light tone.

“Mhmm.. Now our deal, do you accept? I’ll protect you in exhange that you let me do anything with your body.” he said lending his hand for you to shake, smiling a dimpled smile.

You sighed, hoping to not regret this when your hand shook his hand.

“Let’s start now then.” he said as he walked over to you, keeping his gaze on your body. You felt small under his predator-like gaze.

You looked away from him when his face is an inch close to your face—feeling shy, he grabbed your chin “Don’t look away from me prince.” he grinned.

A smile stayed on his handsome face as he led you inside your house, “I’ll give you a pleasurable time, prince~”

Jeongin then pinned you to the wall after entering the house, he connected both of your lips together. You stayed silent as he kissed you, not even kissing back.

He bit your bottom lip causing you to yelp and give in, you kissed back and made out with him on the wall. You placed your hand on his shoulder. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth exploring it a bit before pulling away for air.

You gasped for breath and drag you into your bedroom upstairs, closing the door.

Jeongin then reconnected your lips before both of you stumbled into your bed, his hands slipped underneath your shirt and to your nipples. He rubbed one of the buds before squeezed it, making you let out a small moan against his mouth.

He continued to play with your nipples until he pulls away, creating a string of saliva. He pulled off your shirt and smirked, “You look pretty, prince~” he leaned down to your right ear and whispered “I bet you’ll look prettier squirming and writhing underneath me as you moan out my name.” he then softly bit the lobe of your ear teasingly.

His hand wander down to your bulge as he gave it a harsh squeeze, “I wanna hear you moan out my name, prince.” You cried as he squeezed, your sensitivity increasing by the more he touches you.

“S-Shit, Jeongin, just fuck me already!”

Another harsh squeeze, “You’re not in control here, shut up and let me play with my human.” He said referring to you.

You grit your teeth as both pain and pleasure shot through your body and bit your lip to stay as silent as possible.

“Let out those sounds prince~” he said before unzipping your jeans and slipping his hand inside.

“You told me to shut up so that’s what I’m gonna do.” you taunted him, glaring at him.

He clicked his tongue, “I’m not gonna say it again, let. Out. Those. Sounds.” he said giving a harsh jerk to your cock with each word.

“N-Never..” you said squirming under him, chewing on your bottom lip.

“Guess I’ll go have to go rough on you prince, I wanted your first with me to be soft and sensual but your attitude right now is pissing me off.” he said before unbuttoning your pants, pulling it off.

You scowled at him, “F-Fuck you.”

“I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.” he smirked as he opened the drawer and saw some conveniently placed lube there.

“Hmm, didn’t expect you to have some.. Do you finger yourself prince~?” He teased before spreading your legs.

You look away from him, flustered at fully being exposed to him. He hums, “Are you shy now? What happened to all that confidence earlier?”

You shut your mouth and kept silent.

“Answer me, prince.” he said slapping your thigh roughly.

You whimpered at shook your head, he growls and fully removes his shirt exposing his chest, he then unbuckled his pants—throwing it somewhere across the room.

He was left in his boxers with quite a visible bulge in the middle. “Good princes deserves to be prepped while the bad ones take what they get.” he glared down at you.

You bite your lips when he glared down at you, finding it a turn on. He then removes his boxers and grabbed the lube he placed down on the bed earlier.

He squirts some down on his fingers and smothered his cock with it, he smirked “A guardian angel has very high stamina as they are needed for levitation and flying.”

You fluster and look at him as he spreads your legs wider and lined up his tip against your hole—the tip prodding yojr entrance.

With a snap of his hips, he thrusted all the way in and pulled out before thrusting once again, giving no mercy on his thrusts. “J-Jeongin, wait- slow down a-a bit.” you said and moaned again.

He keeps his steady fast and rough pace, pounding into you like a ragdoll. The bed hitting the wall with every thrusts.

You moaned at his pace, your hands fly to his back, leaving claw marks at his shoulder and back.

“Mmm, so warm and tight.” He stated, finally hitting your prostate causing you to let out a loud cry.

“Je..ongin~ T-There!” You cried out as he smirked and snapped his hips into you harder and rougher, his thrusts hitting your prostate everytime.

“Gonna cum!” his eyes darkened and grabbed ahold of your cock causing you to whine, “Wh-What.. let go~!” you whined as you bucked your hips into his hands, he squeezed harsher making you whimper.

“You’re not gonna cum until I do prince and who knows when that is~ I’ll keep my word of fucking you until you can’t walk.” he teased, his thrusts not faltering.

You whined as your orgasm dissipated slowly, “P-Please.. I-I want to cum..”

“You’ll get to cum later prince~” he said rubbing circles on the side of your thighs.

Needless to say, you had a rough and wild night.

You fluttered your eyelids open and immediately, pain shot through your body—groaning. The hickeys visible on your chest, neck and thighs glamored in the sunlight.

You felt dried out cum still leaking out of your abused hole, you look to your side and noticed your guardian angel isn’t there.

“Good morning? Had a good sleep?” a voice chuckled out in your head. “Fuck you Jeongin.” you said out.

“Hmm? 4 rounds wasn’t enough? You want more?” he joked.

You groaned again at his playfulness, you tried to stand up but it resulted to you falling back down to your bed.

He appeared in your room with a flash of light with that devilish smirk from him, “Come on, let me help you up, my dear prince.”

“Dear prince my left foot, you weren’t endearing to me last night.” you said with an urge to hit him.

“You want to get help or not?” he said in a teasing tone, you rolled your eyes at him and extended your arm for him to reach.

He smiled an actual smile this time and held you up with your legs wobbling and your lower back with a sore pain.

“I still hate you.” you stated,

“Nuh-uh you like me.” you said hitting him in his chest.

“No.” you said bluntly.

He pouted and your eyes widened at that, who knew that beast from last night could make cute sounds?

“It doesn’t matter if you like me or hate me since I’ll protect you either way.” he said looking at you quite fondly.

You smiled at his statement, “Okay, maybe I like you a little, Mr. Angel.” you snorted at the last part.

“Mhmm~ Though just because of that our deal is not off, I’ll have to do what I did to you last night everytime I save you.” he smirked,

“Stupid horny angel.” you glared at him as he help you walk towards the bathroom, hitting him in the chest in the process.

He chuckled, “I’ll let you fall right here Y/N, don’t test me.”

You stuck your tongue out, looking at him.

He rolled his eyes, “You look cute like that prince, but what I think was the cutest was your screams, moans and how much you begged me to let you cum.”

“S-Shut up!!” you said, glaring at him again.

[whitewall660]

THE YOUNG MARINE AND THE START OF IT ALL, THE BARE BACKING BULGING MUSKY FUCK  

M.A.R.I.N.E.  -  MUSCLES ARE REQUIRED INTELLIGENCE NON ESSENTIAL

The young Marine thought there was something odd about the Starbucks and its location overseas, in a desert in the middle of absolutely nowhere that was only there for the Marines on the base and no one else, but he was told by his Gunnery Sergeant to go and ask for and drink a specific coffee called a “TRIPLE B MUSK” and then report back to the Gunnery Sergeant at the private quarters for superiors.

The young Marine joined the Que at Starbucks where he noticed one of the guys in the queue was absolutely butt fucking naked with the exception of his boots and a semi-hard on sticking outwards at half mast, he had a good few tattoos and what looked like a sun burnt set of butt cheeks, but given the heat of the sun it wasn't unusual to see Marines walking around like this semi to absolute naked, but the hard on was usually reserved for when they slept, so thinking nothing of it he continued to wait patiently for his turn to order hearing the naked Marine say "can I have another TRIPLE  B MUSK please", and then walked off in the direction of the latrine building as soon as he got his second coffee, where he seem to join another naked Marine who was desperately groping his crotch while waiting nervously but patiently inside the door for some one to cum in to the large strongly built “golden shitter” as it was called.

When his turn came the Marine noticed a large mature muscular black guy behind the counter in the Starbucks trailer, his body was hairy which had turned white as some older black guys hair does with age ironically, he also noticed he was a retired Sargent because of his now old issued thorn t-shirt and subsequently addressed him by his rank and as instructed he asked, "could I have a TRIPLE B MUSK please Sargent Sir!", whereupon the black retired Sergeant said "sure no problem boy! one bulge coming up", the retired Sargent then placed his hands down near the area of his crotch out of sight below the counter where he seem to fondle himself for a while before winking at the young Marine saying “whats your name boy! and how long are you in for” to which the young Marine said “5 years Sir! straight out of military school, may I ask when you retired Sir!”, and as the retied Sargent handed the coffee down he said “15 years ago until my money ran out where upon Starbucks and the Department of the Navy bought my balls of me and know I go where I am told by them, the name is Joe by the way whats yours” the young Marine then promptly offed up his full name “its Charles James Hayden Sir!” to which Joe replied with “you should change that to just Charlie, its a more domineering but friendly and sounds better when its being called out during sex, oh! and sip that coffee slowly, very slowly and enjoy your life to the fucking fullest you can as it may be a short one and remember Charlie, you will always obey all your orders, always”, to which the Marine replied with  “yes Sargent Sir!, I will and thank you Sir! for the coffee and the advice”.

While drinking the special coffee the Marine noticed the odd but extremely musky stinging taste on his tongue and strong impaling smell riding the barrels of his nose, but his taste buds and widening nostrils where soon the least thing on his mind as he was suddenly distracted by the freak bulging of his biceps which where practically skin and bone only minutes before he started downing the coffee.

Seconds later he felt a bulge forming in the front of his pants while in the rear his butt cheeks where also bulging out tightening the pants he was wearing against his front waist making the front budge look even bigger in the fatigues, this was then followed with an seriously fucking unmerciful urge to moan rub and grope his crotch with his now fucking large free hand, and he was further temped there and then in the middle of the compound to take his cock out and jack the fuck out of it which was something he hadn't done in months, regardless of who would be around to watch or hear, he also noticed that the shitty tattoos he had gotten as a young teenager had suddenly changed, the one on his upper right arm was now a Marine Sword with the one further down changing to a Bar Code of some sort, he also felt a tingle on his left butt cheek wondering what that tattoo which was originally a tweety-pie had changed too, The Marine then moaned in a much deeper voice than he had before mainly as he felt his balls slip out of his boxers and drop severely down one trouser leg, and as a result he dawned a big fucking smile because he now knew he could shoot a load not squirt it when the time came, he then paused for several minutes in a semi attention and erect mode downed some more of the coffee before strutting back military fashion in a very cocky but sudden confident manner in direction of the Gunnery's quarters.

On arrival he paused again for a while enjoying his reflection in the glass panels of the superiors build door, he then finished his coffee removing the lid and with the aide of his now longer tongue completely licked out the whole of the inside of the cup grit and all before throwing the empty cup in the trash can outside were several used coffee cups appeared to be, he then used his hard and firmly clenched big knuckled fist to rap a solid set of knocks on the Gunnery's door, and Seconds later the Sargent shouted "get your butt hole in here Charlie boy!" so the Marine promptly opened the door and marched in.

The Gunnery Sergeant was on his bunk, butt naked, face down with his butt hole which had a large letter B on the right cheek protruding promptly up in the air, and where he continued to shout further orders at the Marine saying, ”do you notice anything unusual Marine!" to which the young Marine said Yes Sir! parts of my body are bulging out. my arms, my butt, my cock, my nuts, my hands, Fuck! Sir! I think I need to seriously jack off Sir! I’m so fucking horny, "NO!" barked the Sergeant "you need to strip! butt naked boy!, put your kit on to the spare bunk, put your boots back on, spit on your cock and the crack of my fuck hole and then slide your cock deep inside me boy!".

The Marine did as he was ordered and within less than a minute he was in his birthday suit having folded smartly his fatigues on the spare bunk beside other piles of kit, he then quickly put his boots back on and tied them up before gurgling up a wad of spit dropping it down on his seriously hard larger cock, pulling back his overhanging knob canopy in the process to revel a very musky smell similar to that he had tasted in the coffee, then he immediately producing another wad of spit this time from the back of his throat which he then promptly spat with great fucking force off his tongue on to the ass crack of the Sargent hitting it with perfect per-session, this caused the Sargent to jump and to brace himself for the invasion of cock that he knew would soon follow, The young Marine then slapped his knob in to a solid fixed position right at the cavity entrance of the Gunnery's spit covered hole waiting a good few seconds for both wads of spit and musk to mix, he then grabbed the muscular bubble butted hips of his Superior and proceeded to slide his knob and shaft with one full muscular armed trust deep inside the unprotected fuck hole of his Sargent, with out any hesitation just as he was ordered.

The Gunnery then let out an immense cry of enjoymental pain as almost 11 inches of now formally straight cock was being rammed deep inside his rear, shouting “ fuck me Charlie that feels fucking good boy!, the Marine turned on more by his name being called out by the Sargent proceeded to pound the Gunnery's hole harder and balls deeper for several minutes until he eventually too cried out loader than he had ever done before with absolute fucking joy that was long long overdue, sending the first of two loads deep inside the Sargent's nether regions, But the Sergeant then shouted "keep plugging Charlie you need to give me a second load to complete the session" So as ordered the Marine continued to bang away for a further 10 minutes using the now first load of cum to lubricate the hot fuck hole of his superior until his second load of baby seed was ready to fly, shooting it just as deep as the previous load crying out even louder than before, throwing his head back and up to allow his big balled deeper manly voice to boom of the buck room ceiling for all to hear, as he came just as generously as he did with the first deposit.

After the fuck session was over and after they had both caught their breath particularly the young Marine, the Sergeant got up from the bunk and handed the Marine a large bottle of water instructing him to quench his thirst, which he did in almost one swallow practically emptying the bottle with a hefty downward sucking thrust, he then told the Marine to stand at ease and as the Marine did a load of cum proceeded to dribble out of his still swollen flesh covered knob head and drop down onto the already damp bunk room floor, to which the Gunnery shouted "that floor was just cleaned you fuck now get down on your fucking knees and lick every drop of that shit up" And again the Marine promptly did as he was ordered taking several minutes to make sure the floorboards were cleaner than they were before his man juice hit the now well soaked planks.

While the young Marine was on his knees cleaning up his own man seed dribble the Sargent walked to the Marines rear where he proceeded with out any warning to start slapping the beautiful muscular butt pound chunks of beef that made up the young Marines backside, using the full swing of his arm and the full force of his wide open hand each time he slapped, this he did a dozen times a cheek until the you Marines cheeks looked like he had gotten sun burnt, the Sargent then commented on how deliciously edible looking the Marines actual shit hole was, and while slapping he said “you should have a tongue up there on a daily basis boy!, its good for getting you rock hard” “and preferably a superiors tongue boy!, but a tongue is a tongue so never say no to a good cleaning at least” or a good spit covered index finger to keep you alert and to regularly check your prostrate Charlie!, to which the Marine replied “Yes Sargent Sir!” chocking slightly as he finished cleaning the floor with his own tongue, and while trying to forget the stinging sensation from his very first ass spanking said “ your welcome to do that anytime Sargent Sir!, both with your tongue your hand or finger Sir! at any time you please”.

The Gunnery then instructed the newly muscled up fuck of a young Marine to get back up and again to stand at ease and to listen very intensively to five specific orders that related to the use of his cock and what it was now to be used solely for in the future whilst serving in the Marines, and while casually finishing his water the Marine listened intensively to what the Sargent was about to say,

1. The first one was for peeing and where possible in or on someone, or in to a bottle or jar for consumption at later date by some Fag, or for when water is low when your stuck in the desert then you must share and recycle it and your buddies, and always pee after you cum as it helps to clean your fluid pipe and always make sure you have a buddy in the latrine to hold your manhood for you when you do have to pee, as its important to see who has the biggest piece of pee and fuck equipment as future fucks will be based on size not rank.

2. The second was for the jacking session he would regularly give himself, every day twice a day, in the bunk house even if his buddy's where there, he was to proudly take out his cock spit jack and come to his utter delight or in a session with them or the same in the shower room, and if he missed a session or sessions to pop some U.S military issued Viagra so he could have a sucksession of load blowing jack offs preferably on his newly formed abs, or on to a clean surface so the loads could be recycled by him a buddy or a Superior licking tongue and swallowed down a hungry mouth.

3. The third was for when he was getting a blowjob something he should never refuse regardless of who was offering it especially if its an offer from a Superior rank, or a faggot civilian who appreciates his right to be a fag because of what you do to keep the country free, it is also for fucking a guy or girl in their mouths and down their throats making sure that the respective cocksucker swallows every drop of protein to avoid waste, and where possible some fresh pee to clean out the pipe afterwards.

4. The fourth was for male butt hole fucking and only male butt hole fucking, and where possible to use only man spit or if needs be some of his personal U.S. military issued Gun Oil if the hole becomes dry in mind fuck, especially if a second load is being contemplate and taking longer to delivered, however the fucking of a female Marines hole is also permitted to avoid getting the bitch pregnant unless that is your intention.

5. While the fifth was definitely for the occasional hot wet snatch he would get where appropriate, and he should include older married and widowed women especially as younger snatch should only be reserved mostly for the creation of his children, and he was not to discriminate against looks race color creed or gender, although he if decided to only do guys he could change this to cum donations at the nearest sperm bank free of charge for all any woman wanting a Military kid or kids, making sure to leave his personal details including photos with every donation, he was also to leave a load for any fags who needed the use of pure protein globes, either way what ever he did was fine along as he had several children before his 25th birthday at least.

The Gunnery then said your bar code tattoo will get you fucking serious amounts of discounts and free stuff wherever you shop on every fucking thing your Purple Heart desires, you could even use it to charge the government for call girls and or rent boys if needed buy only while still enlisted, but he was to expect and if needs be demand an a “thank you for your service” quote at every transaction saluting the person afterwards to make them feel safe in their lives...

“Do you understand and obey this and these 5 cock rules boy" To which the Marine promptly replied with "Yes Sir! Gunnery Sargent Sir! Yes!.

The Sargent smiled and then kissed the Marine on his ear lobe whispering...

 “Right now so Charlie, your now a real  M.A.R.I.N.E.! so leave your uniform in that neath pile and go out and get yourself another coffee from Joe and then head down to a comrade in arms at the latrine for a hour or two, ohhh and by the way that sure is a hot little tattoo on your butt cheek, the taz- manian devil, very hot and very appropriate, oh and and remember the letter B on a fags butt means no condom, understood” to which the now hot hung tall muscular Marine said with a big fucking smile, “yes Fag, understood”...

[soloh]

I’m just gonna rant about customer service because dear GOD I could feel myself losing hope in humanity a little today

So, it was my first day back at work after more than a month at home on lockdown, because we’re a) helping out with online fulfillment and customer support and b) preparing to do contactless order collection in store once NZ moves into alert level 3. I spent the whole day in the manager’s office, acting as a customer support specialist, something I’ve never done before. And oh boy, it sure was something.

On one hand, fantastic, I gained a whole heap of admin experience and learnt how to use two new pieces of software in less than 7 hours. On the other hand, it reinforced the fact that I fucking hate the general public sometimes. On average, we were receiving one email regarding a customer enquiry or complaint every 2 minutes. We have a queue of about 8 days worth of emails that these new emails go into. When we open one of these emails, the first thing we do is copy the customer’s info into the search bar on Salesforce to check if they have previously contacted us regarding the same thing, to make sure they don’t get five responses to five emails about the same topic. The problem is, if they HAVE sent us multiple emails about the same thing, we can’t just reply to one of those emails and then close them all off. We have to go into each one, one by one, create a customer account or link them to an existing customer account, select which company brand the enquiry is for, what the enquiry is about, whether or not it requires a follow up, and THEN close it off. So this takes... 2-3 minutes per email before we get to the original one which we actually respond to, either by calling them, or sending a response email. The more emails a customer sends about the same enquiry, the longer it takes for them to actually get a response about that enquiry from us. AND THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE SENDING MULTIPLE EMAILS COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW LONG WE WERE TAKING TO REPLY WAS MAKING ME WANT TO THROW THE COMPUTER THROUGH THE WALL.

Not to mention the pricks who were sending emails like, “you guys are getting so many complaints on Facebook about how long it takes to get a response to questions, you need to sort it out and stop letting people down” with absolutely no other requests or queries. Like, oi, dickheads, you sending emails like that means the people with actual questions have to wait longer, because company policy dictates that we respond to every email. YOU’RE THE REASON PEOPLE ARE WAITING SO LONG FOR HELP. (Ngl, I did kind of enjoy sending responses that included phrases like “we have a large queue with hundreds of emails and are replying to each and every one” and “is there a problem I can assist you with? If you have no further enquiries, I will be marking your case as closed and removing it from our queue.” just to emphasise that they were in fact, adding to the issue that they were complaining about).

The empty threats were enjoyable though. “Your company is just going to lose money after lockdown because I’m just going to return this to my local store as soon as you’re open again and use my refund to buy the item again somewhere else, because your customer service was bad!” bitch no the fuck you won’t, our physical stores can’t return stuff that was ordered via our online store unless it’s faulty. And even if you manage to scream enough that they give in and call the online order team on your behalf and get the refund processed over the phone while you’re in store because you’re too lazy to do it yourself, if you return something in store as a change of mind, you get store credit, not a cash refund. Should’ve read the terms and conditions before you impulse bought an airfryer that you didn’t want to wait more than 24 hours for, Karen.

And on a final note, no one NEEDS a new iPhone. And bitching about how the iPhone you ordered is ESSenTiAL is not going to make me want to get your order sent out any faster. If you have the kind of money that you consider a smartphone that costs over $1500 an essential, I’ll send you my account details and you can pay me $200 directly to have your order sent out faster.

[quillsareswords]

When He Looks

Jason Todd (angst)

Requested (anonymous, anonymous)

Prompt List // Masterlist (both in bio)

   The first time he catches you in the corner of his eye, it’s in a graveyard.

   The graveyard is one of many on Gotham Island. It lays silently on the far reaches of the Wayne grounds, the old wrought iron fencing grown over with twisting vines, desperate for the sunlight that dense trees deny. The gate is never closed, the bottom ends of dark iron bars too stuck in dirt to be moved without the effort its visitors lack. It’s one of many of the old graveyards on the island, left forgotten by people and time.

   He stands alone, a dark figure towering over a gravestone in late fall. The leaves from the crowding trees have fallen, but the vines are too tired to reach for the light now. Not that there is much to reach for but the last slivers of red and gold light shooting between branches and what few leaves are left.

   You loved to come here. As spooky as he had always thought it was, he’d let you drag him out in the dead of night so you could stargaze and fill up that little black notebook you packed around with poetry.

   He holds a shiny red helmet in his hands. Without its cover, his black and white hair is left to curl and sway in the billowing breeze that stirs the leaves at his feet. He doesn’t notice, mind far too preoccupied to be distracted from the granite he stares at.

   If he concentrates, he can hear the carved words in your voice, as if you were reading it loudly a few paces off. [Y/N] [M/N] [L/N], BORN [B/D], DIED OCT. 21 2019. FEARED BY ALL, LOVED BY FEW.

   Tears welled in his eyes. But even through the blurry image, he caught sight of your shape, lingering at the edge of the little fenced in area, on the opposite side of the iron.

   When he looks, you are not there.

   The second time he spots you, he is sinking into the cushions of the second-hand couch you had picked out from the Goodwill two blocks down from the safe house. His limbs were tired and heavy, body aching for the release of sleep, mind begging for the emptiness of rest.

   The little apartment is barely big enough for two people to live comfortably, but you had never seemed to mind. A breeze swept through the little space of the living room and kitchen through the window he didn’t care enough to close, stirring the lightweight things scattered here and there in the dark. No lights had been turned on, leaving the light pollution from outside the sole source.

   His mind is still reeling when something moves on the fire escape across the alley. His eyes jump for it, the colors of your favorite shirt registering immediately.

   When he looks, an old woman struggles to close her window.

   He is gliding down the isles in the gas station across the street from the same building, but a full three days have passed. His brown leather jacket is muted under florescent lights, boots muddy on the cracked white tile.

   In the crook of his left arm, he holds a Gatorade and a doughnut, while his right hand reaches for a bag on cheddar cheese Combos.

   He stops himself just as his fingers graze the edge of the package. You aren’t waiting outside by his bike. You aren’t going to thank him for grabbing them for you, even though you didn’t ask, because you didn’t have to. He grabs them anyway.

   He shoulders the glass door open, stuffing a new pack of cigarettes in his jacket pocket. He halts suddenly, door easing closed behind him.

   You lean patiently against the wall beside his parked motorcycle, helmet sitting on the seat in front of you. You smile at him.

  When he blinks, you are gone.

   He is lost in a world of his own, throwing hit after hit after hit at the dummy in front of him, music roaring in his ears. The loud sounds and tunnel vision blocks out the pitying looks from his brothers.

   They know why he’s come to the Cave. They know he can’t handle being alone, even if he won’t admit it.

   “Geez, what did he ever do to you, Jaybird?” you voice rings happily.

   He whips around, ripping earbuds from his ears by the cords. His eyes scour the dim area, searching and searching for the familiar black leather of your jacket. Tim looks at him strangely.

   When his mind catches up, he knows you are not there.

   He is hunched over a shiny bartop, eyes dark as he watches the bartender pour out another glass of amber liquid. The low chattering filling the space bounces against deaf ears. As soon as the woman slides the glass back to his hand, he throws back his head and revels in the burn it leaves in his throat.

  Her eyebrows raise, but she says nothing about it. She tilts the bottle over the glass in his hand. “What’s her name?” she asks.

   “Don’t wanna talk about,” he growls. She leaves it at that, setting the bottle down in front him before she moves on to the next patron.

   His eyebrows furrow, eyes boring into a specific divot in the glossy wood top. Caused by a pocket knife, he decides.

   A woman’s hand rests on the wood beside him. He recognizes your mother’s ring and nervously gnawed fingernails. His eyes leap up to meet [E/C] rims, but he is disappointed. He digs out handful of dollar bills and smacks them down on the counter.

   When he looks again, the ring is different.

   It’s Halloween night, and he sits on the edge of an apartment building, eyes dancing through the thin crowd wandering the streets. Parents struggled to corral their children, teenagers laughed loudly as they paraded around with their friends, homebodies swung doors open happily to give out candy to anyone who wanted it.

   Halloween had always been your favorite holiday. You always talked him out of patrol and work so you could hole yourselves up in whatever safehouse you occupied, a new queue of old favorites every year, with a few new releases sprinkled in.

   The sounds and commotion from the street bellow rose up to the roof, pitching up a barrier between him and the deafening, lonely silence he would have been doomed to, had he not insisted on taking Damian’s shift. The demon-spawn had said something about Jon inviting him somewhere, but Jason had been too relieved about having something to do to listen to it.

   He watches a young couple walk their son up to the door, clad in the cheesiest Superman costume the internet had to offer. The little boy gleefully held up his plastic jack-o-lantern pail, likely babbling, “Trick or treat!”

   The sight tore through his heart like a bullet through flesh, and he was forced to look away. Talk of a family was sparse and rare and an unlikely possibility between you and him, but he couldn’t help wonder, what if?

   His eyebrows furrowed together, pushing the thought out of his mind. Now wasn’t the time. No time was the time.

   He heard the rubber soles of boots scrape against the gravel on the roof, in time with your pace. “Can’t believe you talked me out of-”

   When he turned to look, your voice stopped, and he was left with nothing but the sounds of others’ joy and a lump in his throat.

   Flakes of the season’s first snow settle in his hair as he marches down the sidewalk. It’s November now, and you would normally be trying to talk him into joining his family for Thanksgiving. This year, he’d already made up his mind that he was going, weather he wanted to or not.

   Even with the loud commotion of Gotham’s streets around noon, Jason had scarcely felt so alone. Your hand wasn’t stuffed in his jacket pocket with his, fingers laced together. You weren’t grumbling about your face being cold, or giving not-so-subtle prompts for him to warm you up when you got home.

   He’s passing the gas station across from the apartment building you had insisted be at least half-furnished.

   Then, he’s crossing the road.

   Then, he’s unlocking the door with your keys.

   He locks the door behind him and turns around to hang up his coat. He stops with his coat around his elbows, every muscle going stiff. He could have sworn a shadow moved in the kitchen. He almost calls your name.

   “Who’s here?” he demands, leaning to see around the door frame. It’s empty.

   The last time you hover at the edge of his vision, he stands in the same place he stood two weeks ago, but this time, he isn’t alone.

   “It wasn’t your fault. You know that, don’t you?” Tim asks softly, scarf pulled up to cover his nose.

   Jason doesn’t respond. His eyes run over your name, once, twice, three times.

  Tim takes a deep breath. “She did it for you-”

   “I know that,” Jason snaps, his voice raw and full of emotion. It isn’t happening now, but Jason swears your scream makes his heart clench, his hands suddenly warm with fresh blood and a new weight as he holds you. “I know,” he repeats, more level.

   Tim’s eyes move to the taller man. He looks on for a moment, Jason’s gaze moving all around the slab of stone. The, his eyes jolt over to the wrought iron fencing, and focus there. Tim ties to match his stare, to pinpoint what it is he’s staring at that could make his eyes so teary.

   “Did I ever tell you why I begged Bruce to bury her here?” he asks suddenly.

   Tim’s eyes jump back to his face, confusion scribbled across his furrowed brows. “No,” he answers slowly.

   Jason’s eyes move back to the headstone screeching your name. A ghost of a smile tugs at the edges of his lips. “When we were younger, and she would come over to hang out, she’d drag me out here to look at the sky and write poetry,” Jason began.

[swanqueeneverafter]

What Dreams May Come, Pt.41

Henry's Dreamscape. Docks. (Roberta stands in a queue ready to board a ship.) Harbour Master: "Now boarding ‘B’ passengers only. ‘B’ passengers to the Island of Spinster. (An older woman steps forward:) Here's a cat and some chocolate. (Cat meows:) Enjoy the trip.” Roberta: (Steps forward with her ticket:) “Thanks. (Taking her own cat basket:) Thank you.” (Roberta casts a glance behind her but sees no one coming. Sadly, she heads toward the ship.) Elsewhere. Beside A Lake. (Ella stands with Henry’s hands covering her eyes.) Henry: (Removing his hands:) “Surprise.” Ella: (Spinning around:) “Where is this?” Henry: “It's a very pretty lake.” Ella: “I thought you were taking me somewhere famous. Was there a battle around here?” (They begin walking along the shoreline.) Henry: “Nope. And no one famous ever died here or cast a curse. This may be the one place in the entire magical kingdom where nothing epic ever happened.” Ella: “Well, it's gorgeous, and it doesn't need anything else.” Henry: (Turning her towards him, they stand facing each other:) “Ella. I don't know how my story goes. I wasn't born in a land with magic, and I may not get a fairy-tale life with a perfect ending, but you are the best and bravest woman that I have ever met. And if you could make a leap of faith with me, I'd like to build a house right here for the two of us. And we could see what kind of life we can make together. (Pulls a ring from his cuff:) It's just a pretty ring. Like me and this lake, it doesn't come with anything else. Ella, I can't offer you a legend, but I can offer you my heart.”

Ella: (Whispered:) “Can I say yes now?” Henry: “I really wish you would.” (Laughs.) Ella: (Laughing:) “Yes.” (Henry places the ring on her finger, and they kiss.) Docks. (Richard rides his horse hard across the land, finally coming to a stop at the docks.) Dock Worker: (As Richard jumps from his steed:) "You can't park here. It's a red zone.” Richard: (Running:) “Keep it! (Roberta is about to descend the steps when Richard calls out to her:) Roberta, wait! (Turning, Roberta sees Richard standing there:) Put down that cat.” Roberta: (Shocked:) “Wha... (Putting down the cat basket:) Richard, you're... You're alive? You didn't go to war?” Richard: “No, I did. But I didn't die. Quite the opposite, actually. I killed the bad guy and everything. Do you know what I’ve discovered? I may have accomplished everything I've ever dreamed of, but without you, it means absolutely nothing. (Crowd ‘awws’:) Please don't get on that lonely ship to day-drink chablis. Come live your li...” Roberta: “No, stop talking and kiss me. (The crowd ‘Awws’ collectively once more:) Wow.” Richard: “There's more where that came from.” (They kiss again.) Crowd: (Turning on them:) “Ew! Ew!” Richard: (To Roberta:) “I love you so much.” Spinster 1: “Enough already!” Spinster 2: “Show-off.” Roberta: “Yeah, this could get ugly. We should go.”

Beside The Lake. Night. (Along the very same lake where he proposed to Ella, Henry now stands with his mothers, having just told them his intentions.) Henry: "I mean... for all his faults and psychoses, Morpheus was right about one thing. This is my story." Regina: "But how can that be? This place... it isn't real." Henry: "Mom, you know that's not true. This world is very real. It lives, it breathes... and it's where I belong." Regina: "No. No, you belong at home with us. With your family." Henry: (Nods:) "I misspoke. Of course you're right. What I meant to say was, (Spreading his arms wide:) this is who I'm meant to be. Right here and now, this is my path, with Ella." Emma: "So what are you saying? That you're just going to stay here, (Gestures with her hands:) as you are now and never come home?" Henry: "After finally having my family back together? (Shakes his head:) I would never leave you, I love you both so much. But I love Ella too, and I can't leave this world behind." Regina: "So what are you going to do?" Henry: "I think I've figured out a way to remain here but keep my family together." Emma: "Well that's great, what do we need to do?" Henry: "No, I need to do this on my own." Regina: "But you don't have to." Henry: "Yes, I do. Please, you guys, you have to trust me." (Emma and Regina exchange looks.) Regina: (Taking a deep breath:) "We do trust you. Henry, we came to this land to help you, because we thought you needed it. But you're not the kid who left Storybrooke anymore.” Emma: “You can fight your own battles now. And when you can't, you have Ella.” Henry: (Sighs:) “You are so wrong. I do need you. (To Regina:) You're the first person who loved me, the only person for many, many years. (To Emma:) You’re the person responsible for finally bringing our family together. So, yeah, yeah. I can take care of bullies or brigands or whatever. But I will always need you.” Emma: “And we need you.” Regina: (Tears in her eyes, cups his face in her hands:) “Are you sure you won't come with us?”

Henry: (Pulling her in for a hug:) “I'll be back.” Regina: “I know. I just... I hate being apart.” Henry: (Turns to Emma:) “So, you're okay with me staying? You're not gonna drag me back home?” Emma: (Smiles:) “Hey, I’m with your mom. We're never gonna be okay with being apart. But like all those years ago, when you found me and you brought me to Storybrooke and brought me to my family? I’ve got to give you that same chance. (They hug:) You're not allowed to come home until you find your answer.” Henry: “Thanks, Moms. And hey, it’s not like you two won’t have your hands full soon, it’s gonna be great!” Emma: (Chuckles:) “I hope so, kid. I mean, despite Regina’s memories, I’ve never really done the diapers-and-the-feedings thing. It's what I missed with you.” Henry: “I know you’ll be fine. You have each other. No child could ask for better parents than you two.” Regina: (Sighs resignedly:) “So... if this is one of your operations, have you thought of a name for it?” Henry: (Thinks:) “Hm. How about ‘Operation: Next Chapter’?”

The Infinite Forest. (Carrying a lantern while traveling through the forest, Henry arrives outside the house of the man he seeks. However, before he can knock on the door, Henry feels a sword at his back.) Apprentice: "Turn around, brigand. (Henry turns to face him:) Do not be fooled. I am blind, but my sword is still sharp.” Henry: “I can see that. And you can put it down. I'm not here to fight. I'm here for the Author's pen.” Apprentice: “You should be warned, lad. That pen is a dangerous thing.” Henry: “I know all about it. And I don't care.” Apprentice: “I care. (Lowers his sword and walks over to stand beside the fire:) I have fought many a battle protecting it, some of which have cost me a great deal. But I will not relinquish it to anyone other than a True Author. And there hasn't been one of those in this realm for a very long time.” Henry: “I'm not from this realm. Look, it's a long and complicated story, but basically, in another land, I am the True Author. Now, I need my pen, so whatever test you have to put me through to figure that out, do it.” Apprentice: “As you wish. (The Apprentice reaches over and places his hand on Henry’s chest. Instantly, images of Henry’s storybook flash through the Apprentice’s mind:) That is indeed a complicated story. The timelines alone, they make one's head spin. (Takes a seat by the fire:) Only a True Author would weave such a tale.” Henry: (Sits across from him:) “So, what? So, that's the test?” Apprentice: “It is. You see, every story an Author has ever written lives in his heart. You have done good work. Could use a little more romance, perhaps, but maybe in your next book.” Henry: “So then I passed?” Apprentice: “It is an honor to meet you.” Henry: “Likewise. So, where's the pen?” Apprentice: “In its rightful place. Look to your hand.” (Henry looks down and sees that he is now holding the Author’s pen in his hand.) Henry: “Thank you.” Apprentice: (When Henry stands to leave:) “I noticed you haven't written in quite some time. So I must remind you, The Author's true job is to record the stories, not to create them. So no matter how many stories you have already written, you must choose each time how you will use the pen. Choose wisely... Henry.” (Without a word, Henry turns and leaves.)

The Underworld. Bar. (Cruella De Vil rises from her slumped position over the bar, awakening with a horrific hangover.) Cruella: (Grimaces:) "Oh, bloody hell. (Whines:) Not again. (Spotting the barman, she begins throwing peanuts at him to gain his attention:) Darling. Darling! Darling!" Henry: (Turns, smiling:) "Yes, how may I help you?" Cruella: "What time is it?" Henry: (Glancing at the clock:) "Eleven." Cruella: "A little more information, please?" Henry: "A.M." Cruella: (Clears throat:) "Well, I shall have a mimosa then. (Henry sighs, picking up a pitcher of orange juice:) Oh, don't need that bit. So then, sweetie, what were you, before you ended up here in the Underworld?" Henry: "Actually, I'm on a quest." Cruella: (Chuckles:) "You mean you were, darling. You must remember to use the past tense, now that you're down here." Henry: "Oh no, I'm still very much alive. I came here... for you." Cruella: "Really? Well I'm not just some lush at the local bar, I do have standards." Henry: "Not quite what I had in mind. Have you ever considered moving on?" Cruella: "To the worse place? Hardly likely. 'Where's the toilet, darling?' 'Oh, it's the flaming hole in the red hot rock, darling.'" Henry: "No, not to the worst place. I mean, what if you sought redemption?" Cruella: "What?" Henry: "Redemption." Cruella: "Ohh. No, still don't get it." Henry: "What if you worked hard and found a way to make up for your prior villainy?" Cruella: "Oh, you mean do good things to balance out the heinous things? Demonstrate compassion, er... sacrifice myself now and again for the greater good?" Henry: "Yes, exactly." Cruella: "Yeah, it's not really my thing though is it? I mean, Cruella De Vil solving crimes in a wind breaker. I may as well pet puppies with their skins still on." Henry: "You know..." Cruella: "What? Spit it out." Henry: "Maybe you should stay here. I mean, you make all the rest of the people down here look good by comparison. I think you could be the darkness that makes the light visible." Cruella: "I am? (Considers:) I... make goodness possible." Henry: "Well..." Cruella: (Continues:) "I'm the true hero, aren't I, darling? Wait a moment, where am I? How did I end up in this filthy dive?" Henry: "You were celebrating." Cruella: "Was I? How marvellous. What?" Henry: "You were celebrating taking the throne of the Underworld back from Arthur." Cruella: "Oh, that's right." Henry: "But you know, Arthur did take the throne from you in the first place. It would be a shame for you to regain the throne just to lose it again." Cruella: "What's your point, darling?" Henry: "What if I were to offer you a deal?" Cruella: "I'm listening." Henry: (Holds up the Author’s pen:) “This pen requires a special kind of ink that's pretty hard to find. But I happen to know the one place it still exists.” Cruella: “No. No! (Stands, pointing her gun at him:) You’re not taking it.” Henry: “We both know you can’t shoot me. What I’m offering is a trade. Allow me to take the magical ink from your hair and in exchange I will write that the Underworld is yours to rule for as long as you wish.” Cruella: “And why would you do such a thing?” Henry: “Call it an apology... for my mom killing you.” Cruella: (Stares at him:) “Henry? Well, well. You have grown haven’t you?” Henry: “Do we have a deal or not?” Cruella: (Lifts her glass:) “Bottoms up. (Taking that as a yes, Henry pops open the lid of the inkwell as Cruella drains her glass. The ink begins swirling above Cruella’s head transferring from her hair to the inkwell. Posing:) How do I look? (Chuckles at Henry’s look of shock:) You know, some people struggle not to be drawn into the darkness. Ever since I was a little girl, I've said, ‘why not splash in... And have fun?’" Henry: (Shrugs:) “A deal’s a deal. My Grandpa taught me that. (Dipping the pen into the ink, Henry begins to write on a cocktail napkin:) There. The Underworld is yours.” Cruella: “Fabulous. (When Henry turns to leave:) So, now that your ink pot has been replenished, what do you plan to do with your Authorial powers?” Henry: “Actually, I’m going to break the golden rule. I’m going to write my own happy ending.” Cruella: “Really?” Henry: (Nods:) “I’m going to unite my dream world with the other realms of story.” Cruella: “But, once you do that, won’t you lose your powers?” Henry: “Yeah, pretty much.” Cruella: (Smirks:) “It feels good to be bad sometimes doesn’t it, darling? (Raises her glass once more:) Well, here’s to me.” (Henry merely smiles, exiting through the back door, leaving Cruella to contemplate the first order of business in her new kingdom.)

[hccxtewrites]

@bloodkingdomrp - talk tag okay straight up this is probably gonna get too fucking long and i’d like to neck myself over it; but i’m beca, aussie trash and i’m currently in the middle of butfuck nowhere suffering from bad internet connection, so pls appreciate what it took for me to get this done. i’ll be playing two kids; the cataclysmic and the paradox... and .. i’m putting this shit under a readmore...

the cataclysmic: zephyr jackson - kovali underboss, 39, co-owner of purgatory.

Ye ol’ zeph here is from Northern Ireland, born to one of the many respected members of the IRA and his mother who did little more than take up a spot beside his father and claim she was a natural when it came to being a mother. not true, then again she certainly could have been worse.

Something was always a little off about him, a little too interested in what his dad was doing behind closed doors and a little too intent on listening in on everything that he shouldn’t have. It led to him knowing more than he was meant to and figuring out that he wanted what his dad had and.. well, more, even if he had to take it somehow.

after slowly convincing his dad that he was ready to find out about the business and that he wanted in, no matter what the cost, he was shown the ropes and tacked himself in with some hitters in the organization

low and behold, ya boy ended up murdering both his parents in cold blood and taking everything his dad had built up for himself, pinning the murders on another even though it was v clear that Zeph was the one behind it. He won’t hide it if he’s ever asked, and tbh he’s pretty impressed by anyone who’s willing enough to even bring it up most of the time. 

With enough respect and fear built up, he solidified himself within the IRA and looked to expanding, to which he looked directly to a man as twisted as he was; Rafal Kovali. After a little bit of peddling product, Rafal agreed to the alliance on the premise that Zephyr stuck around for the take over of Chicago and he’s been here ever since, doing Rafal’s bidding and enjoying every single fucking minute of it. 

He’s.. not a great guy.. like at all, but he’s got some amiable qualities. It’s not completely unknown for him to take certain people under his wing. Aka The Phoenix (sera) and also The Prospect, but they’re the kinds of people who find out more than most that there’s pretty much nothing that Zeph won’t willingly do himself before he asks anyone else to do it for him. 

He’s got a lot of plans, terrible.. horrible plans, but he’s patient af and doesn’t have a huge temper or anything so a lot of the time it’s pretty impossible to see the point that he just.. snaps. He’ll smile while breaking necks just ‘cause

doesn’t trust anyone, literally. even if he does trust you -- he doesn’t, don’t believe the few minutes of softness he could show just because he has a pretty smile, he’s probably already planned out how he’d get rid of you if you got in his way.

connects: he could use people he’s known since he got to chicago, whether that’s an amicable or not.. preferably not. i’m so fucking down. one night stands that went horribly wrong are always my fav. people he’s gone up against that either still feel some kind of way about that; maybe we’re all pissed since they’re both still standing. people within the kovali that he doesn’t trust --- people in the faction that.. he does trust. people trying to push his buttons and failing miserably bc what buttons. maybe someone who doesn’t really know who he is? they know the name but have never really seen the face before.. honestly, i’m down for any kind of crazy fucking shit you could throw at me from left field.

secondly.. the paradox; monica “nic” pelletier, 28, exotic dancer. Unaffiliated, but in debt to the Faction

baby girl here was abandoned by her mother on the doorstep of a church when she was nine months old, nobody in the church wanted her so she ended up in the system for a while until she landed with the Pelletier family who were, exactly what every foster kid wants in an adoptive family tbh.

except, something just never clicked for her and she never felt at home in her home. it was always just like, staying over at that weird cousin’s house that you didn’t really know much about but had to visit every summer. anyway; queue the child rebelling.

she swan dived into bad crowds, bad choices and a terrible outlook on life and who she was as a person, but something about her never really looked as defeatist as she felt and part of her made it easy to believe that she was actually enjoying the life she had to the people around her. Jokes on them, she was ready for the void super early on

Met The Traitor (Julian) in school and that swept her up like some bullshit OG fairy tale nobody asked for. It was toxic and fucking euphoric and they’ve been on and off again for most of the time they’ve known each other until more recently.

Found out the hard way that she’s a sucker for a good high and very quickly became addicted to anything illicit that she could ingest just to numb herself a little longer. this got her really tied up with the mad scientist and a whole lot of Faction members that she really shouldn’t have.

was given a full ride to some fancy ass art school and purely out of spite, since it was everything her adoptive parents wanted for her, she tore up the offer and waltzed right on into the nearest stripclub and landed herself a job working the bar for a while, until her boss was looking for a quick fill in after firing a girl and honestly, she’s never looked back. loves her job; doesn’t for one second feel any ounce of regret for it. center of attention and the ability to refuse it at the same time? goldmine. 

But, working the stage didn’t pay quite enough to double back the debt she’d racked up from her addiction and eventually the Faction and the people she owed the money to started asking her to do random, small jobs. e.g petty theft, break and enter. It led to a B&E turned assault, which ended in a high speed chase in which she lost control of the car and plowed headfirst into a railing, killed three of her friends in the back and when she woke up, trapped in the car --- julian was gone, had left her for dead cause he didn’t want to be caught and lost his the power he’d gained within the faction.

skip forward and ya girl has been bailed out of jail, but that’s not the last of it. The casanova has found out that she’s a fucking wreck and forced her to do his bidding... in becoming the “other woman” in The Senator’s marriage and started a whole new shit fuck situation for her there.

connections; people who knew the three friends who died in the accident, i’m potentially putting in connections for her brothers when the OC’s become plausible but her brothers friends are always good. People she’s borrowed money from to pay some of her debt, one night stands, ex friends and people who don’t agree with the life she doesn’t seem to care about changing, i’d love someone who was a target for a job the Faction put her up to; a robbery or even something as little as a distraction. people who encourage her shitty decisions too much.

i’m honestly just here to fuck shit up and be fucked up by everyone. i’m talking replies that are too long and screaming into the dead of night about how the FUCK i’m gonna reply to some bullshit ass crazy shit. 

---- apps i wanna see?? the infiltrator, the casanova, the hotshot, the contractor

[perks-of-being-lottie]

All of the ask me stuff asks? ☺️

You sure about this?? 😂 guess I did ask to be entertained.. here it goes 

1: What was the last argument you had about? 

The future 

2: How long was your longest relationship?

11 months

3: What is something not many people know about you?

I’m currently planning to go traveling 

4: Do you believe in Heaven and Hell?

No

5: Two truths and a lie. Go.

I’m currently in bed. The last drink I had was tea. I had stirfry for dinner (these are lame I know) 

6: Do you believe in fate/destiny?

Kinda 

7: Where is somewhere you’ve always wanted to live?

New York (or Melbourne) 

8: Has there ever been a song that made you cry?

So many, one that 1st comes to mind is Run by Snow Patrol 

9: Talk about each of your siblings.

I have two younger brothers. The youngest I get along with so well. The other one I’m not as close to but I’m so proud of him

10: If you could learn to play any instrument, what would it be?

Guitar for sure 

11: Do you jump/scare easily?

Nope 

12: Views on abortion?

Pro-choice always 

13: Views on gay marriage?

Yes, please 

14: Which birthday has been your favourite?

My 21st 

15: Which birthday has been your least favourite?

My 13th

16: Have you ever been pulled over? Arrested?

Nope

17: Have you ever caught your parents lying to you?

Yep

18: What’s your favorite musical?

Hamilton or Wicked

19: What’s a book that you could read over and over?

The Price of Salt 

20: Do you like thunderstorms?

Yes 

21: What’s your favourite number? Reasoning?

9, I have 9 letters in my 1st name

22: Have you ever been to a fortune teller?

Nope, I wanna go to one though 

23: Describe your ideal significant other.

Someone who is caring, ambitious and confident. Someone who will be protective and make me laugh. Putting in effort and wanting a future together is a must 

24: What made you like the last person you dated?

She was probably one of the strongest people i’d ever met 

25: What’s your favorite series of books?

A song of fire and ice 

26: Who is someone that you think knows the most about you outside of family?

My best friend 

27: If it were absolutely possible, what would actually be your ideal job?

Actress or youtuber. Or run my own social media management company 

28: What is the weirdest thing you’ve eaten?

Paper 

29: Have you ever done “The Cinnamon Challenge?”

No

30: What are some of your favorite movies?

Carol, Girl Most Likely, The Hateful 8, The Heat, Oceans 8, Stranger than Paradise, The Conjuring & Erin Brockovich

31: What are your favorite movies introduced by someone else?

Mean Girls

32: What are some of your favorite songs?

Wild Horses - Birdy, Meet Virginia by Train & She’s a Rainbow - The Rolling Stones 

33: What are some of your favorite songs introduced by someone else?

Anything by mcr or slipknot 

34: What’s your favorite Disney Pixar movie?

Toy Story 2

35: What your favorite book you read in high school?

To Kill a Mockingbird 

36: State 5 things you and the asker have in common.

I don’t know anon :( 

37: State 4 random memories of yours.

Meeting my dog for the 1st time, my mum picked me up from school and he was in the back seat of the car. In school throwing an apple at a boys head because he hurt my friend. Waiting in a queue in rainy Cardiff for over 5 hrs to get front row at mcr. And the day I moved into my first uni house and met my best friend 

38: List the last 3 books you read.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, The Killing Place by Tess Gerritsen and The Hobbit by Tolkien

39: List 2 of your quirks.

My accent subtly changes quite often. I subconsciously click my fingers to fill the silence sometimes 

40: State 1 bad habit of yours.

I can be lazy af 

42: Are you afraid of your future?

Yep 

43: Who are some tumblr users you’d like to meet in person?

Anyone who has sent me a cute anon 

44: Has a scary movie ever given you nightmares?

No 

45: Do you believe in reincarnation?

No 

46: When was the last time you got your hair done in a salon?

I haven’t ever, my mum is a hairdresser so she’s always done my hair at home

47: Are you close with your parents?

I’m close to my mum and my grandparents 

48: Do you like to drink? Why or why not?

Yeah, because I’m British? 

49: What were your grades like in high school? College?

Consistent B’s at school, I got a 2:1 at uni 

50: Do you like hugs?

Yeahhhhhh

51: What was the last thing you did with your friends?

Went to a bar

52: What’s something that you like to do that others might see as weird?

Making youtube videos, I mean talking to a camera alone is pretty weird 

53: What song are you currently listening to?

Classic by MKTO

54: What was the last television show that you watched?

Wentworth

55: What was the last trip you took?

I went back to my uni town for the weekend 

56: What is your before-bed ritual? Morning Ritual?

Before bed: shower, skin care, hot chocolate and then youtube until I fall asleep

Morning: Coffee, clean teeth, makeup & then usually leave in a rush

57: What are things you like and don’t like about yourself?

I like my ability to be independent and just be okay with myself. I don’t like my height, my anxiety and my ability to easily talk myself out of doing stuff 

58: What is your middle name? Do you like it?

Jay. I used to hate it but I’ve grown to love it

59: What was the last thing you said out loud?

Probably ‘fuck’ 

60: [Any question you’d like.]

You’re going to need to elaborate on this one 

[passionate-baker]

Italian Adventures Part I: Florence

Friends, welcome to Part I of our Italian Adventures: Florence!

I’m so excited to share this travel guide with you! It has been such a long time in the making and I’m dying to tell you about all of our favourite places in the Tuscan capital. 

Let me just start with this statement: we adore Italy. If Italophile is a word - which google has led me to believe it could be - then Boyfriend & I would definitely be described as such. We love the vibe, the food, the wine, the museums, the language, the atmosphere, the gelato, everything. This is the case for Italy as a whole, yes - but Florence in particular has something that other Italian cities just can’t compare with.. and I’m not just talking about the world’s best cheesecake - but there’s more on that below. 

There’s a huge amount of recommendations in this post. I’ve streamlined the recs into six sections: Stay / Coffee / Eat / Drink / Museums + Attractions / Places to See. The first four are self-explanatory, but the difference between the last two sections is an entry fee; Museums + Attractions are all paid entrance, while the Places to See are free. If you have any doubts about any of the places listed below, just know that we’ve been to each & every single place a whole bunch of times (some an embarrassingly large amount of times), so you know you can actually trust us when we say they’re reliable. 

Happy travelling, friends! 

STAY

Leonardo House  //  we’ve stayed at Leonardo House on our last two visits to the city, and - unless we win the lottery and splurge on a fancy hotel - we’ll definitely be returning again! It has an amazing location, it’s extremely budget friendly, and the manager is so so lovely. It’s more of a hostel than anything else, so it’s more pared back than what you might be looking for, but the private rooms are clean and quiet. Honestly, it’s the location that has us returning time after time - it is literally less than a three minute walk straight into the centre of the Duomo complex - what more could you ask for?

COFFEE

Caffe Gilli  //  we have a copy of Ruth Orkin’s fabulous American Girl in Italy photograph & I’d wanted to visit the spot it was taken in since the first moment I saw it. That place is Caffe Gilli. We were so far from disappointed upon walking in the doors that we went back for our morning hit every. single. day. and then some. Pro tip: drink your coffee & eat your pastry at the bar, it costs much less! .. and before you ask: yes, we tried to capture our own take of the iconic photo, and also: no, you cannot see it. A must-visit. 

La Rinascente  //  to be honest, I can’t actually remember what the coffee is like in Rinascente - but that isn’t why you should go there anyway. The cafe boasts a rooftop terrace - La Terrazza - that has a breathtaking view over the Duomo complex. It is the ultimate place for a romantic coffee date. Shout-out to Boyfriend’s parents for recommending!

EAT

4Leoni  //  we are obsessed with 4Leoni. It is hands down our favourite restaurant in Florence, and we have been back an embarrassing amount of times. The food is always impeccable, the location is stunning, the staff are extremely friendly, it doesn’t cost an arm and a leg, and it’s home to the best baked cheesecake the world has ever seen. I’m not even exaggerating a little bit. A definite must-visit. 

Il Santo Bevitore  //  okay fine, we are also mildly obsessed with IlSB, and have returned a few times now. The food is always exceptional, and there is a level of perfection & professionalism about the place that 4Leoni can’t quite compare with. The menu is inventive, unusual - on our last visit there was a strong Japanese influence to the meals - and leaves us wowed every time. Our most recent culinary highlights included: an n’duja pasta starter that left Boyfriend drooling, & a mouth-wateringly thick steak that was cooked to absolute perfection. Another must-visit.

Trattoria Giovanni  //  I can’t remember exactly what led us to this restaurant, but we had an unexpectedly fantastic meal. The atmosphere wasn’t as comfortable as either 4Leoni or Il Santo Bevitore, but the place can’t be faulted on the food. We shared a delicious cheese board to start, and had two absolutely perfect pasta dishes for mains -  braised beef cheek for him, and wild boar for me. Overall, a surprisingly good find.

O’Munaciello  //  pizzeria in the Oltrarno. A large, quirky room decorated with fairy lights, candles, and puppets. A real no frills place, but the pizza is reliably good and not too expensive. 

La Carraia Gelato  //  our favourite gelato in city, and arguably the best of the bunch. We are repeat visitors and are forever opting for our fave flavours: nocciola & pistacchio - so. good. 

DRINK

Il Santino  //  extra chic wine bar connected to Il Santo Bevitore. An amazingly tiny space with a small handful of tables clustered together & stools lining the bar. The room is dark & moody, the vibe casual & hipster. The menu is minuscule and sans prices, but after a brief chat with our extremely knowledgeable waitress, we were brought the custom made charcuterie & cheese board of our dreams. We lingered over our tiny table with our various glasses of wine - which were paired with our food by our waitress - for as long as was socially acceptable. If you read our Edinburgh Guide, the place has the same kind of feel as Smith & Gertrude (but so much nicer and friendlier). We loved every single second, a definite must-visit. 

La Ménagere  //  I’ll be honest, I only wanted to visit LM because of the powers of Instagram. I saw it on my feed, I loved the style, & I had to see it for myself. The space itself is beautiful, and it melted my insta-eyes as soon as we reached the door. Initially, I had to drag Boyfriend inside - he isn’t as easily influenced as I - but once we spied the cocktail list, peace was restored. An ice cold margarita served in a silver chalice for me, an old fashioned garnished with shavings of chocolate for him. They were, honestly, the best cocktails of our entire lives. Win-win!

5 e Cinque  //  one night, after dinner in 4Leoni - which is literally a stone’s throw away - we wandered in here for a glass of wine. We enjoyed two glasses of the most delicious Sangiovese ever, for an incredibly reasonable price. Although we had just eaten, everything on the dinner menu sounded so enticing that we vowed to return.

Bulli & Balene  //  the perfect spot for an Aperol Spritz. I think we went to B&B every single day we were in Florence. Both as a pre- & post-dinner at 4Leoni drink, as an afternoon pick-me-up, as a “hey, that place was nice!” stop-off on a wander around town, as a perfect spot to people-watch over a glass or two, you name it. Added bonus: drinks are excellent value!

Archea Brewery  //  we love wine & all - don’t get us wrong - but sometimes you just need a good beer, and this is the place for that. We visit every time we’re in the city & have yet to leave disappointed. Think dark cavernous room with a cozy atmosphere and a relaxed vibe. Pro tip: go for the own brand lager, it’s delicious! A beer lover’s must-visit.

Antica Sosta degle Aldobrandini  //  a perfect people-watching spot. Small bar, cheap food, located across the road from the Medici Chapel, with cold Becks in fridge. We’ll take two, thanks.   

MUSEUMS + ATTRACTIONS 

Santa Maria del Fiore Complex  //  obviously, everyone visits the complex for one reason: the Duomo. The Cathedral itself is breathtakingly beautiful & probably worth some of your precious time, but definitely don’t miss the chance to climb the Duomo. If you’re an art history nerd like me, be sure to check out the Duomo Museum at the back of the complex - amongst other things, they have Michelangelo’s Florentine Pieta (!), and an exact replica of Ghiberti’s Gates of Paradise that you can actually look at without being hassled by hundreds of tourists. Pro tip: buy your ticket for the complex (you have to by an all-in-one ticket) the day before you plan to climb the Duomo; that way you can beat the majority of the queues by getting there before the ticket office opens for the day. For sure, a must-visit. 

Uffizi  //  like the Louvre, this is one of those museums that you just can’t miss. It’s home to some wonderful pieces of art by the greats: Botticelli, Da Vinci, Caravaggio etc, the list is endless. It always takes longer to work through the circuitous layout than expected, so be sure to allow extra time.

Accademia  //  obviously, when in Florence, you have to visit Michelangelo’s masterpiece: David... or more specifically speaking, you have to go marvel at that perfectly sculpted specimen of man. I made several return trips around the pedestal just to fully appreciate how beautiful he is. And to check out his butt, of course. Wowza. 

Boboli Gardens  //  although undeniably beautiful in their own right, we only bought tickets into the gardens for one reason: the Buontalenti Grotto. The grotto is at the end of the Vasari Corridor - which I’ve never had the opportunity to visit but would absolutely love to - & is honestly like something straight out of my imagination. We stood outside the gates staring in for an embarrassing amount of time - the sculptures inside are beyond amazing.

PLACES TO SEE

Loggia dei Lanzi  //  my favourite sculpture in the entire world - The Rape of the Sabine Women by Giambologna - is located in the Loggia, not a stone’s throw from the Uffizi. Basically, the Loggia is a free, open-air sculpture gallery filled with unmissable pieces of art. Whenever we visit, I stand mesmerized under Giambologna’s masterpiece before moving on to gawp at Cellini’s selfie in the back of Perseus’s helmet. For me, this is a total must-visit.

Palazzo Michelangelo  //  everyone recommends walking up here and it is easy to see why: you get to see beautiful Firenze from on high! The bridges spanning the width of the winding Arno, the red rooftops capping the city, the Duomo. Pro tip: head up there super early to avoid the crowds... or brave the crowds & go for that magical time right before the sun sets. 

Fiesole  //  we actually have Boyfriend’s mom to thank for telling us all about the small hilltop village of Fiesole, about a 20-minute bus ride out of the city. The bus ticket was super cheap (like, €1.50), and the journey alone was worth it - it takes these winding roads out of the city going up, up, up, leaving you gaping out the window at the views of Florence below. The village is adorable, and very quiet in comparison to the busy streets of Firenze. We hiked up towards the Monastery of San Francesco to get that view over Florence. Perfection!

Palazzo Stozzi  //  a breathtakingly beautiful space in the heart of the city. Used largely as an exhibition space - when we visited they were just about to start a Marina Ambrovic show - but open to the public to walk around. 

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Omori SSBU Moveset

Tilts

Jab (gentleman) - 2 diagonal slashes and a slash across (mimics Hack Away animation)

F tilt - Stab forward (can be angled, mimics Stab animation, similar to Joker f tilt but less range and only 1 hit)

Up tilt - Slash upwards (similar to Young Link)

D tilt - Trips opponent in-front of him, slow startup and animation (similar to Lucas d tilt, trip is same as a banana peel)

Aerials

Nair - Red hands surround Omori and attack as he quickly curls up (basically Sephiroth nair)

F air

(On tapping A) stab similar to ftilt (very fast attack)

(On hard-pressing A) slash forward while moving forward a little bit (mimics Lucky Slice) (quick startup but a lot of endlag, maybe more damage if Omori's happy?)

B air - Joker b air

U pair - Slash upwards like uptilt

D air - Throw jacks downward, very low knockback and damage but wide cone radius

Throws

Grab - Tether grab using red hands, pulls opponent into Omori's empty hand

Pummel - Slow but powerful pummel, stabs opponent in stomach

D throw - Trips opponent down and slashes twice diagonally (mimics attack again) (attributes similar to Sonic d throw)

F throw - Pushes opponent forward while looking away, low angled kill throw

B throw - Throws opponent backwards with one hand without looking (average throw, doesn't kill until super late)

Up throw - A red hand throws the opponent upwards as Omori watches (average throw, doesn't kill until super late, combos at low %s)

Smash Attacks

F smash - Omori quicksteps forward, covering some distance. Anything between his start and end position is suddenly caught in a flurry of attacks, a ton of end-lag (mimics Final Strike animation)

D smash - Kicks an opponent's shin, similar to Snake d smash, but only one kick (Cripple)

Up smash - During charge animation, Omori looks around scared. When unleashing the smash attack, he quickly ducks down as his Something appears behind him.

ENERGY and EMOTION

ENERGY

Whenever you take damage, your energy bar fills up to a maximum of 10. Each hit of a multihit counts as 1 bar, so it'll fill up really quickly against characters like Pit but slowly against characters like Ganon.

However, the effects of side b and neutral b are based on the damage taken in the bars used (Like Game & Watch bucket). Getting hit by 3 Ganon dairs will make them incredibly potent in comparison to getting hit by 1 Pit fair.

Energy bars are stored in a queue of 10, but if the queue is filled and the next attack creates a "stronger bar" than the "weakest bar" in the queue, it'll replace it.

Bars are stored from strongest to weakest, so the strongest are always prioritized when using side b and neutral b.

Each side b and neutral b uses 3 energy, Omori starts his stocks with 3 energy.

EMOTION

Happy = faster movement speed

Angry = do more damage, take more damage

Sad = take less damage and decreased movement speed, normal attacks and throws do more damage

When damaging an opponent, Omori becomes happy. Depending on the strength of the attack, he can become ecstatic or manic (happy after 1 hit, ecstatic if attack does 10-19.9%, manic if attack does 20% or more)

When being damaged, Omori becomes angry. Depending on the strength of the attack, he can become enraged or furious (angry after 1 hit, enraged if attack does 10-19.9%, furious if attack does 20% or more)

Specials

Down B - Sit in criss-cross position and read through a poem book. The longer the skill is held, the sadder he becomes (pressing B for sad takes 1 second, holding for 3 secs for depressed, holding for 5 secs for miserable)

Side B - One of Omori's friends phases in from behind him to help him out, depending on his type and level of emotion, it will have different properties:

Neutral - Omori glares at the enemy, stunning them in place for a short moment (mimics Stare). Does not change his emotion to happy since the stun does no damage.

Happy - Aubrey swings her weapon, like peach fsmash (happy=stuffed toy, ecstatic=sweetheart bust, manic=nail bat)

Angry - Kel throws a ball forward, like Wiifit ball (angry=rubber ball, enraged=beach ball, furious=basketball)

Sad - The range on stare increases based on how sad he is.

Up B - A red hand appears above Omori, he looks up to it and grabs it, teleporting him (long startup teleport recovery)

Neutral B - Hero cooks Omori a cookie, healing him for some % (Using more powerful energy bars will have the cookie heal for more %, takes a couple of seconds)

Taunts/Miscellaneous

Up-Taunt - Omori holds his knife out to his side and looks at it Afraid.

Forward-Taunt - All of Omori's friends suddenly phase in around him as he looks around at them surprised. They make the same pose as the one in the mirrors around Headspace. They disappear into mist shortly after.

Down-Taunt - The dog from the Vast Forest phases in and approaches Omori as he kneels down to pet it.

Crouch - Similar to Lucas' crouch.

Sleep - Omori quickly pulls a blanket over himself and wraps himself in a cocoon.

Shield Break - After falling onto the ground after the shield break, Omori begins holding his head as various Somethings appear and disappear around him. At the end, he uses Calm Down and they all vanish.

Final Smash

Final Smash - All of Omori's friends phase in and charge out from behind him. If it lands, a cutscene plays out similar to Release Energy and launches anyone that was caught in the initial charge.

His Neutral B is a heal?

He is BROKEN as hell.

[miodesblog]

Notes From Morcambe

(Time flies. This was over the summer of 2014, when all the Brexit stuff was bubbling under.)

1.

The European Commission

And national lottery fund paid

For the statues out on Crosby beach

And new paving on the promenade

But the streets behind

Tell a different tale

Of steady decline

Stores all closed and boarded now

Just charity shops, mostly and £1 retail

There’s no money here

And not much money made

Poles have been brought in

To occupy the redundancy

And throw bottles and beer cans

Like everyone else it seems

And add to the queues and school rooms

That already creaked under

The weight of austerity

The coast is beautiful anyway

And the front is all tarted up

For the visiting bourgeoisie

But those left behind in streets behind

What for them? And who are they?

On Saturday morning

I bought three ceramic swallows

On the wing

To hang on our landing

And spoke to the man in the bric-a-brac

Who smiled, as he wrapped them in newspaper, and told me that

His business began

From buying too many things

When he couldn’t find work

And his wife told him it had got out of hand

Time to empty the garage and

Open a shop, instead of shopping

That’s who we traders are, he said:

People, mostly, in the habit of buying

And having to sell to make it square

With the missus

From a newsagent I bought

A pair of sunglasses made in the 1980’s

Like the ones worn by The Buggles

(Remember them?!)

So old, they looked like the latest thing

And I noticed how half the things in the place

Had got bleached by years of sunlight

Just the canned drinks, chocolate bars

And cigarettes needed renewing

So much old stock on the shelves

Covered by a thin layer of dust

It’s clear

The people who come to see the sea

Don’t bother venturing as far as here

And the B&B

Was in what must have been once

A grand, Victorian residence

For the well-to-do of industry

Now carved into misshapen bedsits

And faded hotels

Last decorated in my sunglasses’ decade

The bathroom tap wasn’t working

And the landlord doubled as the handyman

While his wife worked the till

He was up and down the stairs

With spanners and sponges

Fixing things, he said,

Because everyday something new breaks

Or another leak appears

And the carpets are worn by the doorways

And so perhaps is everyone there

Meanwhile, cast in bronze

Old Eric dances for the rest of time

For intermittent processions

To admire, then pose beside

He changed his name to Morecambe

So proud was he of his own home town

And visitors buy ice creams

And walk there dogs on the beach

Buy fish and chips

Visit the pub then head home

[landofsomethingsomething]

strilondes & co stupid s’mores post

Karkat: his marshmallow is engulfed in flames. dave keeps telling him to take it out. this only makes him more stubborn. shut up I’m doing this my own way. he has created charcoal. it is disgusting. he’ll eat it anyway because dave will make fun of him if he doesnt. dave makes fun of him for eating it. he cannot win

Dave: he keeps making his marshmallow touch other marshmallows. except karkat’s because it is on fire. everyone regards this with benign amusement except john who keeps telling him to knock it off you damn doofus you are going to knock them off into the fire. challenge accepted. they are passive aggressively trying to knock each other’s marshmallows into the fire. in an inexplicable turn of events roxy wins. they didn’t even realize she was trying. dave blames john. john blames dave. roxy feels bad and makes them both perfect s’mores after. they accept this, begrudgingly. roxy sits between them. she puts her arms around the both of them. leans forward and innocently asks if there are any other challengers. no one accepts

Dirk: perfectly roasts his marshmallow. burns his hands pulling it off the stick. pretends that this didnt happen. is annoyed by how it is impossible to eat a smore without getting marshmallow shit all over his face. no one look at me. fuck, everyone is looking. rose is raising her eyebrows at him. jake is grinning at him. just eat it. come on

Jake: bets karkat he can eat more of them than he can. they lose track of who is winning somewhere around number nine. karkat accuses him of cheating b/c hes breaking off the graham cracker pieces outside the lines so his are smaller. jake calls him a whiny soft gut wiggler. karkat mashes a half melted marshmallow into jakes hair. they eat six more each and then bond over a mutual inability to endure even a whiff of the scent of marshmallow or chocolate without gagging for months thereafter

Rose: likes her marshmallows slightly burnt. makes fun of dave for barely toasting his. dave scoffs at her. you just like ur marshmallows the way you like your soul, black and shriveled. rose grins. why thank u dave. youre so sweet. she makes aggressive eye contact as she consumes half the smore in one bite. graham cracker and marshmallow go everywhere. god damn smores and their notorious structural instability. dave and roxy snort when they laugh. rose wipes her face with a paper napkin, balls it up and throws it at them. at least my marshmallows are warm inside. yours are cold & nasty and that’s the facts

Kanaya: doesnt super get it b/c lets face it sweets are kind of ???? when you’re a vampire who constantly craves the coppery taste of questionable liquid sustenance. she eats four anyway because it seems to be The Thing. It’s actually not the worst thing in the world. she slowly collects all the dark chocolate. these are mine. jane asks where tf the dark chocolate bars all went. kanaya looks up, a half melted marshmallow speared on her fangs, sucking the melty fluff out of the middle. it was definitely not me, she says, around a mouthful. uh. yes of course not, jane agrees. she sits back down. her eyes are v. wide. no one questions it again. kanaya privately delights at her good fortune. her story is rock solid and no one suspects her at all and now all these delicious bitter bars are hers and also half rose’s because she’s pretty sure that’s how human marriage works ?? ? ..?

Roxy: puts 7 marshmallows on a stick and creates a toasted gradient. eats the marshmallows directly off the stick. dirk informs her the noises shes making as she does this are borderline obscene. please stop. roxy makes aggressive eye contact as she eats the next one in line like a fuckin marshmallow corncob. dirk throws a marshmallow bag at her. roxy asks him if the marshmallow stick hes using has any relation to the one lodged up his ass. jake chokes on his 14th smore. jane apologizes on their behalf to everyone else present. roxy queues another 7 marshmallows, smirking

Callie: collects one (1) smore from everyone b/c she wants to try out everyones styles. she compliments them all effusively but secretly likes jane’s the best. she cant believe shes finally found this, a sweet that she can also roast mercilessly over an open flame. truly these are gods gift to cherubs. she eats them steadily with no sign of stopping. ppl begin to notice. they become concerned. they are running out of marshmallows. callie. callie we had like ten times as many bags as any reasonable group of people could ever hope to go through in one sitting. what is happening. callie waves them off. she’s still crunching away. she is Content

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5 Best Things to Do This Weekend with Kids in Sentosa

Rasa Sentosa Resort by Shangri-La

Have a blast with your kids this weekend at Rasa Sentosa Resort. Featuring a tropical playground at the only beachfront resort in Singapore, it's just 15 minutes away from the city centre. It features 454 spacious suites and guest rooms with private balconies where you can revel on the views of South China Sea, landscaped gardens and pools. Your kids can learn new things and explore, participate in the games and activities at the kids club. They can also have a great time at Nestopia, which is a unique outdoor play space on Siloso beach, while making new friends. 

 Adults on the other hand can relax at Chi, The Spa, with their broad range of holistic treatments deeply rooted in Asian traditions. This is the perfect way for parents to unwind, then they can enjoy sunset sips at The Bubble Bar, or dinner at Silver Shell Cafe or Casserole. Casual dining is also made available at the Trapizza, an Italian eatery, which is minutes away from this fun-filled family resort.

Equarius Hotel

Along the fringe of Sentosa's tropical rainforest lies the Equarius Hotel. This haven is the perfect getaway for families and nature-lovers alike. It's just a stone's throw away from nature hikes and numerous island attractions. It also features the Universal Studios Singapore™ and S.E.A. Aquarium™. Your entire family is guaranteed to enjoy their breezy and spacious deluxe rooms and suites with balconies having picturesque views of either sea or forest. Then pamper yourself in the luxurious ESPA which is located just beside the hotel, for hours of relaxing rejuvenation. Nature lovers will also appreciate the hotel's green philosophy. Their large panels are utilized in ushering more natural light, thereby reducing electricity consumption. Ceiling fans are manufactured from recycled wood from trees that were removed when this hotel was built.

The Singapore Zoo

Spread across the 28 lush hectares on a peninsula in the Upper Seletar Reservoir is the Singapore Zoo. It's beautifully designed, having a rich wildlife roaming in large, natural habitat-like enclosures. The Great Rift Valley is home to baboons, ibexes, and mongooses, and the Fragile Forest biodome is where you can climb up the forest canopy with your kids to check out two-toed sloths or spot flying foxes and lemurs. The Frozen Tundra has wolverines, polar bears, and raccoons, while the Primate Kingdom features all sorts of monkeys-from the crested macaque to the colobus. Also, get a look at the orangutan zoo at 11am and 3:30pm feeding sessions. Step into Wild Africa and Cat Country to witness leopards, sea lions, cheetahs, zebras and giraffes, then the Forest Lodge where you can spot the rare white tiger. Save the best destination for last at the Rainforest Kidzworld. This is great for younger kids, where they can go on pony rides, and indulge in a wet play zone with waterslides. Tired from that wandering feet? A tram that loops through the park will give yourselves a break.

The Universal Studios

Now we're talking. For all those kids and kids at heart, here's the Singapore branch of the mega-popular Hollywood movie theme park. It's divided into seven 'worlds' and makes it a major star attraction. Younger kids can enjoy suitable attractions like the Dino-Sourin' in The Lost World, Puss In Boots' Giant Journey in Far Far Away, and the all singing and dancing Sesame Street Show in Hollywood. Thrill-seekers on the other hand can go line up for the Sci-Fi CIty ride on Battlestar Galactica, which is the world's tallest and most riveting rollercoaster. Guests are made to choose between riding the suspended CYLON, or the seated HUMAN while they spin, twist and roll. Travel back in time in Ancient Egypt with the Revenge of the Mummy rollercoaster, leading visitors to fiery encounters with the undead as it propels you through eerie darkness. For those wanting to beat the queues, you can purchase the Sentosa FUN Pass if you're also planning to visit the other Sentosa island attractions. You can get to the rollercoasters soon as the park opens.

S.E.A. Aquarium

For ocean lovers out there, come over to the world's largest aquarium, with over 100,000 sea creatures and 49 marine habitats. Enter through the shark tunnel and be mesmerized with the hammerheads, sandbar and silvertip sharks lurking above your head. Spot Nemo and the eels in the Bay of Bengal. Learn about the vast ecosystems of Lake Malawi, coastal mangroves or the kelp forests. The Ocean Journey on the other hand gives you one of the most explicit and captivating unearthly exhibits. It features monstrous spider crabs, eerily-lit jellyfish, and enormous deep sea octopus. The ultimate show-stopper is the vast, 36 meters long, 8.3 meters high Open Ocean tank. This will bring you up close and personal with sharks, stingrays, barracuda, and other humongous, open-water fish. The Daily feedings and Discovery Touch Pool are great experiences for your kids too. Need fast cash from Sentosa but worried you won’t find any reliable moneylender? Head down to Bugis Credit and find your best options. These instructions guarantee you won’t get lost!

From Sentosa to Bugis Credit:

Head south to Serapong Course Road

Turn right, then turn left.

Next, turn left towards Artillery Avenue

Turn right, then turn left again towards Artillery Avenue

Arrive at Eton House, Board Bus B - Eastbound at the Beach Station

Arrive at Merlion Plaza, walk to Imbiah Station

Board the Sentosa Express

Arrive at Vivocity Station and enter through Entrance C

Arrive at HarbourFront, take the North East Line through Punggol Station

Arrive at Outram Park station, take the East West Line.

Take Exit C, then head southwest towards Middle Road

From Middle Road, turn left on to North Bridge Road

Arrive at Bugis Cube, Bugis Credit is at #02-12

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