#-several occations

[caffeiiine]

i would like to see either nikolai or sigma's sentences please :3 /nf

THANK YOU!!! YOU ARE FUELING MY TWO FAVORITE THINGS!!!

under the cut bc length. [it got REALLY long]

anyways, nikolai and sigmas prison sentences as they would be in michigan.

note: i’m not using the wiki for this. i doubt it covers everything, so im going back through the manga and analyzing everything from there. aside from finding out manga appearances, everything else is research and pre-memorized info.

note 2: i may have made a few mistakes with the sentencing but it should be accurate enough give or take 10 years.

note 3: there’s no minimum sentence since majority of research i’m doing leads to me picking the minimum years since it usually states “punishable by life imprisonment or any number of years” which is unspecific and sucks so i just dropped the category

nikolai!!! - crimes - sentence - reference state - references/citations

Crimes :

first degree murder [7 accounts]

second degree murder [1 account]

domestic terrorism [16]

mutilation of a corpse [1 account]

shoplifting [implied, counted as 1 general account/misdemeanor]

assault with/using a deadly weapon [1 account]

impersonation [2 accounts]

[1]

disturbing the peace

theft of public property [2][3] [1 account]

verbal assault/threat [4] [1 account]

aiding and abetting

aiding in prison break

drugging [1 account]

attempted poisoning [5] [2 accounts]

fleeing arrest [1 account]

[6]

robbery/general larceny [4 accounts]

unlawful possession of explosives

attempted first degree murder [implied] [7]

kidnapping [4 accounts]

aiding a convict

breaking and entering [1 account]

sentence :

at maximum = 14 life sentences + 61 years + 186 days and/or up to 7,063,000$ in fines; no parole

reference state : michigan

references via michigan legislature : [first degree murder] Section 750.316 Act 328 of 1931 + [second degree murder] Section 750.317 Act 328 of 1931 + [domestic terrorism not counted, i can’t find definitive punishments and it'd probably be with the supreme court] + [mutilation of a corpse] Section 750.160 Act 328 of 1931 + [shoplifting] Section 750.356 Act 328 of 1931 + [impersonation] Section 750.217 Act 328 of 1931 + [felony assault] Section 750.82 Act 328 of 1931 + [disturbing the peace] Section 750.170(?) + [theft of public property] section 750.356 act 328 of 1931 + [terrorizing/verbal assault/harrassment] section 750.411h act 328 of 1931 + [aidinh and abetting] section 750.450 act 328 of 1931 + [aiding in a prisoners escape/aiding a convict] section 750.183 act 328 of 1931 + [attempted poisoning] section 750.91 act 328 of 1931 + [fleeing arrest] section 760.479a act 328 of 1931 + [robbery] section 750.529 act 328 of 1931 + [unlawful possession of explosives] section 750.200 act 328 of 1931 + [attempted first degree murder] section 750.91 act 328 of 1931 + [kidnapping] section 750.349 act 328 of 1931 + [breaking and entering (with explosives)] section 750.112 act 328 of 1931.

Sigma!!! - crimes - sentence - reference state - references/citations

[8]

threatening an officer [2 accounts]

domestic terrorism [16]

unlawful possession of explosives

attempted first degree murder [1 account]

criminal negligence [9]

aiding and abetting

negligent attempted mass murder [10]

attempted first degree murder by proxy [several accounts] [11]

felony assault by proxy [12] [3 accounts]

[13]

attempted manslaughter [14] [2 accounts]

attempted second degree murder [15] [1 account]

aiding in a prison break

aiding a convict [1 account]

breaking and entering [1 account]

felony assault [3 accounts]

sentence :

at maximum: 5 life sentences + 45 years 93 days and/or up to 8,000$ in fines; possibility of parole

reference state : michigan

references via michigan legislature: [aiding and abetting] section 750.450 act 328 of 1931 + [felony assault] section 750.82 act 328 of 1932 + [aiding in prisoner escape/aiding a convict] section 750.183 act 328 of 1932 + [unlawful possession of an explosive] section 750.200 act 328 of 1932 + [attempted (any type of) murder/manslaughter] section 750.91 act 328 of 1932 + [breaking and entering (with explosives)] section 750.112 act 328 of 1932 + [threatening an officer] section 750.478a act 328 of 1932 + [criminal/gross negligence] section 8.9 michigan legislature

[readychilledwine]

Drumming Song

Summary - 49 long years without your mate finally comes to an end after Amarantha grants him one night of freedom

Warnings- smut, rough oral (mrecving), shadow play, slight angst, impact play, power play, mention of sex magic, occational capitalized word where there shouldn't be (I think I caught them all)

A/N - Listen... there's potential for this to have a second part under the mountain where reader is Rhysand's whore

“Behave,” Tamlin gripped your chin gently. “Pick wisely and preferably from the guard, y/n.”

Lucien snorted behind you, having been the male you had picked the last four Calanmai. You two figured the magic would lead you to him again. A strong, high born male and heir was the obvious choice for the night.

Tamlin looked at Lucien, “Stay near her.” The red-headed male nodded. Gently reaching for your hand to accompany you to the Fires as Tamlin began the Rite.

“What are the odds dearest daring Feyre stays in her room?” You linked your arm to Lucien, leaning into him and staring up at his beautiful face hidden by that fox mask.

“For her sake, she better,” he sighed heavily. “I'd really prefer not to watch your brother and my closest friend fuck my mate.” The stark reminder had your toes curling, thinking of your own mate trapped under that damned Mountain. “Oh you have got to be kidding me,” Lucien looked to the sky, whispering a soft prayer to the Cauldron. “I'll be back.” He motioned with his head towards where Feyre stood with a male.

You shook your head, laughing as Lucien went to her, and the male walked away as he approached. You continued your pathway to the forest, enjoying the feeling of grass on your bare feet.

An almost feline like presence had you pausing as a familiar feeling began to set into your stomach. Calloused hands ran up your bare arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they then moved your hair to the side, “Hello, y/n Darling,” the purr had shivers running your spine as a combination of shocked chill and the heat of the magic began to truly set in.

His scent hit you then causing that faint drumming sound to increase rapidly. Citrus and sea salt mixed with what you knew was the lingering scent of Amarantha.

“What are you doing here, Rhysand?”

You felt him smile into your neck, “Rhysand? Darling, I thought we were way past that?”

It took every fiber in your being, every single ounce of strength you had, but you managed to pull away from him, walking away as you shook him off despite the rhythmic pounding indicating you had Found your partner for the night.

With every footstep away, he took two near, and the drumming grew louder. “If you need to know, I was allowed off my leash tonight to check in.”

You scoffed slightly, picking up pace to head toward your greenhouse, your safe haven. “You mean to drag whomever the poor female Tamlin picks for the night to the false queen to be tortured and murdered?” It was no secret that once every 5 years Amarantha had sent one of the crueler high lord or an Autor to Spring for the poor maiden picked from Calanmai.

Rhys was smirking behind you, knowing you were engaging in a game of chase with him, smiling to himself and knowing he would win. “I do have that unfortunate privilege, yes.” He paused, allowing you to get several paces ahead of him.

Thick silence fell between you two. The air was heavy with magic, with arousal, with the sound of moans and cries while fire cracked distantly in the background.

You had to get away from him before you gave in, caving to every sick whim and desire he had. You took one deep breath, memorizing His scent one more time, and then ran.

Rhys laughed distantly in the background, giving chase to you and easily following every calculated twist and turn.

He caught you exactly where he knew he would, shutting the door to the completely glass greenhouse behind him and locking it.

You felt him grab your wrist, spinning you and walking you to one of the empty walls. His forehead found yours. Those star flecked eyes almost blown out with lust but still somehow sparkling.

The cold glass of the greenhouse met your back as Rhysand held your wrists above your head. "Why are you running from me, little spider lily? As much as I enjoy a game of cat and mouse, we both know my time here is limited."

The heat from Calanmai's magic had begun to spread over your skin, causing the need to be breed, to find some relief to surface. "Tamlin will kill you if he finds you here."

Rhys smirked, his face getting closer to yours, "Your brother was a little preoccupied with a pretty little dark-haired thing in the cave," Soft lips trailed your neck. "And now there's no one else here to save you from me."

He had leaned in so close each syllable was a soft brush of his lips on yours. “Amarantha-” you started softly.

“Will think I fucked you to irritate Tamlin. Nothing more. Nothing less.” Your eyes fluttered shut, relaxing as cool tendrils of darkness began to explore the high slits of your skirt.

Rhys began placing soft kisses along your jawline, hands moving down from your wrists to memorize each inch of skin. One hand stopped on your neck, holding there and squeezing gently. “You should be allowed to wear clothing like this more often. Makes you look like an actual female. Not some cupcake Tamlin had hand decorated.”

You blinked at the lack of clothing you were in. A dress that dipped low in the front with a non-existent back, two large slits that ran both legs up to your hipbones. The fabric was so light that a soft breeze would expose you easily.

“I enjoy my cupcake skirts sometimes. Easy to hide things in,” your mind immediately went to before the Bond between you two snapping, when Lucien had first come to Spring and used sex As a coping mechanism. He and Tamlin had an argument, and he had hidden the table and then under your many layered skirts and ate you out with Tamlin sitting right there.

Rhysand's eyes grew dark, his hand squeezing your throat harder. “You will never think of another male between those pretty thighs once I'm done with you.”

Rhysand brought your lips to him harshly this time. The kiss was a mess of teeth and tongue, leaving you breathless as he began ripping that now offensive dress off.

Without warning, Rhysand turned you, locking your hands behind your back with one hand and forcing your breasts and cheek against the cold glass.

You jumped, gasping loudly as a smack came against your ass. Then another and another leaving you wiggling and moaning. Rhys landed another hard smack, massaging the tender sore skin once he was done and just watched you drip.

You were soaked, and he only made it worse as he ripped your hair back, forcing your back to arch more. “Try to remember I love you, and this, instead of whatever happens when you are dragged under than damn mountain,” it was a soft plea followed by a kiss placed on your temple.

“Always,” you whispered.

“Get on your knees for me,” you could hear him untying his pants, the desperation in his tone. You turned, following his order and trailing your hands down his thighs.

Rhys was quick to collect your wrists, slamming them on the wall behind you and above your head. The position left you completely defenseless as his free hand positioned his cock in front of your lips. “Open.” An easy order to follow again, your eyes meeting his as he pushed in. You hummed at the weight of him on your tongue, the saltiness of his skin. You tried to bob your head, only to be forced to stay in place.

Rhysand just smirked before pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

And now it was clear. He had no intentions of allowing you an ounce of control.

This was his therapy.

His needed release from the horrors he was suffering silently to earn her favor. To keep his court safe. To keep you safe.

Rhys was gentle at first, allowing you to keep up and breathe, tongue running the length of the vein and swirling the head when the opportunity came. That gentleness went out the window once Rhys saw an attor lurking the grounds, and he growled. “I love you,” he whispered one last time. You nodded, swallowing around him, and did the best you could to relax.

He began fucking your throat like you were no more than a doll to him, a lifeless object He could use and abuse. He smiled and moaned with each gag, cock feeling heavier on your tongue and twitching as more spit began to gather at the corners of your mouth. Mascara had begun to run down your face with your tears from the burn and lack of oxygen. "What a pretty mess," he moaned out.

Rhys threw his head back, groaning your name like a prayer as he continued using and abusing you.

You felt something cold running around your thighs and then something running the length of your core. You knew if you stood, there would be a damp spot on the floor. You were twitching and clenching around nothing, eyes locked on the absolute bliss etched into Rhysand's face each time you hallowed your cheeks or swallowed.

You moaned around him as one of those tendrils gently began to play with your clit, offering some relief as he held you with his cock all the way inside of your throat.

“Keep fucking looking at me,” his hand moved from your hair to your throat. Feeling his cock settled in there, feeling you swallowing and attempting to breath around him. “My perfect good girl,” he was breathless himself, pulling back out before going back to his ruthless onslaught of thrusts mixed with prolonged deep throating.

Between his pleasure steady humming down the bond, the snake like darkness dancing around your entrance and clit, and the visual display of Rhysand with his brows knit in pleasure and mouth opened softly, you felt that coil tightening inside of you more and more. “Almost fucking there, y/n,” he panted, your name rolling off his tongue like a deep purr. “Fuck!”

He came from you, whining as that coil began to teeter on a knife edge. Rhys spilled down your throat, “Don't fucking swallow yet. Don't you fucking dare.” He pulled out slightly, working his length with just the tip in your mouth to ensure every drop of him sat waiting.

He pulled out, breathing heavily, “Open your mouth.” Your obedience had his cock twitching, his mind wishing he had time to truly take you, to taste you. He smiled at the sight of his seed lingering in your mouth before leaning down and spitting on your tongue. He forced your jaw shut, kneeling down before you, a hand taking place between your thighs and two fingers entering you.

“Swallow,” he commanded as he began fucking you with his fingers. Scissoring them pressing them, pushing deeper and deeper until he found the spot that had your head thrown back, whining out his name as electricity and warmth shot through your body.

You heard him growl as a thumb found your bundle of nerves, moving in time with his thumb. Your hips began to unknowingly move, riding those two fingers inside of you and chasing your pleasure. “Rhys! Fuck! Please.” You began to beg, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, a mantra one would wake themselves to in the morning.

You couldn't respond, mouth set in a small o, whimpers and moans becoming all you knew as he played your body like his own personal harp. “Cum,” you screamed then, flowers in the greenhouse going from small buds to full blooms as you reached and fell over your peak.

You felt him leaning into your ear. “When I buy you under the mountain, I'm going to fuck you infront of every single fae there. Marking you as mine over and over.” He pulled his fingers out, landing a quick slap to your sensitive pussy before pushing his fingers back in. “You won't even remember your name when I'm done with you down there.”

He worked your core through it, praising you with soft kisses as he kept an eye on Amarantha's creature that had caught his scent. He pulled his fingers from you, holding them to your mouth and watching from his lashes as you eagerly cleaned them.

He released your wrists, pulling his fingers from your mouth, and held eye contact with you. “I have to go,” his voice broke as he said the 4 words you'd been dreading. “I love you. I know I've told you several times tonight, but I love you y/n Darling.”

You nodded, trying to blink the tears away, “I love you too.”

He nodded, kissing you deeply before pulling back and resting his forehead against yours. “I'll see you soon.”

It was a statement that filled you both with dread and a sick sense of joy. Dread for being trapped there, one more tool to use for Tamlin's torment. Joy at the idea of being with Rhys.

He sighed, leaving the greenhouse as you noticed the creature approaching and leaving with it after motioned towards the cave you knew Tamlin's maiden would likely be resting in.

You felt one last tug on the bond. One small ounce of sorrow of longing.

Then it fell silent and cold.

Just like it had been for 49 long years.

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[max-the-many]

'body a day' #14: battery

Just as he did his little sexy dance he closed down all of a sudden.

"Damn" I thought, getting up from the bed I watched that show, looking around at his motionless body, lifting his head to see if everything is fine. I rarely miss this occation though to check on his bulge.

But eventually I get to his back, touching it on several spots until the otherwise unnoticable lid springs open. Red lights besides a square package confirm what I thought. I forgot to load his battery again!

"Really should change it up so he could plug himself in" I mumble. But I wanted to do that for month now. And knowing myself I wouldn't do it for several others.

For now though I at least managed to have a spare one close on hand. So I stroke his nice bulge once more, feeling up his stomach to his chest before I take the empty battery out.

"Just a moment" I murmur although at this state he doesn't receive anything before I go to the bedside table to get the spare one out, returning to click it into the opening at his back.

A relieved sigh emerges from my chest when green lights appear. So I close the lid, vanishing seemlessly in his muscular frame seconds before he comes to life again.

On with the show, Ithink, when he looks at me with that irresistable smile...

[rinmiko]

Me at Fruk at this point

hima teasing every fruk fan for like a decade straight up

yes of course, they both did a hotdog competition, they both almost married on several occations, not to mention they both participated in a masturbation olympics

but god forbit they actually kiss no no

[alarrytale]

I have hundreds of ideas of how to keep fans engagement up without shitting on your fans or stunting. I have hundred of ideas of how to improve Louis' shows and get a more likeable image that attracts the gp.

Marte can you share some of this ideas? I would love to read them.

Hi, Louis' team!

I bet you would. You seem out of ideas and in need of free advice. I've talked about this many times before, over several asks. I'm going to give a few examples of the hundreds of ideas i have lol.

Know your audience/fandom and who you should spend your time catering to

It’s larries, females, 20-30 years old, former 1d stans. It's not chavs living in their mothers basement in Doncaster...

How to do it: Ditch the lad image, the athleisure wear, the toxic masculinity, the Liam Gallagher impersonation and the punk/anarchy/indie image and sound. Stop taking fan favourite songs off the setlist ffs. When you don’t know the lyrics of your songs or the order of the setlist, you can’t afford to change it up. Have one set list and learn it!

What to do instead: Cater to the 37 million followers that already know and love you. Find ways to engage them again. 1d nostalgia always works. Post an unseen pic from the 1d days. Start taking proper care of yourself! The grey's got to go. Make pop/rock songs that's radio friendly, choose the right singles (see the response of the fandom!), dress up for shows and occations (so we can drool and look forward to your outfit), be yourself on stage and interact more with the audience (bond with us!). Show us some personality. Dare to be sexy and show us your ankles! Spend more time showing your personality on social media. Start using tiktok. Make yourself look interesting. It doesn’t have to be much.

To attract the gp and keep your fans loyal you need to act professional

Know your lyrics, be on time, use transparent communication and keep your promises.

How to do it: When you say soon it should be soon, when you say the 28 of each month, that's once a month. When you cancel a leg of tour or change a show in the nick of time, say why it's being done and why it's done so late. Act your age. Don't sweep things under the carpet and let things go unaddressed if the fandom is reacting negatively.

What to do instead: The gp or concert reviewers attending shows will demand that you know your lyrics to have a good experience. So rehearse and keep to one setlist if you have truble remembering lyrics. Hell, use prompters if neccessary. Learn to apologise properly and heartfelt. If you can’t, hire people to do it for you. Nip discontent in the bud. Either distract from it, address it or apologise for it.

Trust is important

Read the room, don't lay blame on fans (it's never the fans fault), don't EVER shit on fans and don't make promises you can’t keep.

How to do it: Monitor fandom. Constantly. 24/7. Keep up with the discourse of the day, fandom reactions and discontent. Feel the fandom pulse so you'll know when the timing is right for announcements etc. You'll learn what needs to change and improve things to make the fandom thriving and content. A happy fandom = free engagement and promo.

What to do instead: If you need to remind people you have a kid and larry isn't real, do the heavy lifting yourself. Don't throw fans under the bus. Do a tabloid denial or post a pic of F and yourself. Don't say the queue system changed because you listen to fan demands. That's bullshit. Stop lying and be transparent. Don't say you love all your fans and call out conspiracy theorists in the same breath. Both can't be true at the same time.

Don't do PR relationships for promo. Bad press isn't good press. It's bad press that's harming your image and growth.

How to do it: Stop doing PR relationships with lesser celebs. No one is buying it. Everyone is laughing, and the only one remotely interested in taking you on are 10 years your junior. It won't give you the promo you need either. Stop shitting on larries for press. Larry talk will always get you press because it's tabloid, but don't do it on fans expense. Do a denial or an interview if you must.

What to do instead: Use platonic female friendships as promo. Go parachuting with Florence Pugh and call the paps or film the whole thing and post on social media. Go visit Perrie and walk your dogs together. It will help rid you of the toxic male image, get you press (two celebs for one) and make it seem like you have a life besides partying. Stop being antagonistic to journalists and hostile to fans on twitter. Start building a relationship and a bond of trust.

Bonus: Start doing charity again (openly), let us back in your life (even if it's fake. I want to know which colour you're considering for your kitchen walls), i want social commentary on social media (what does he think about spitgate, the number of bins in England, and if he'd ever queue for a Stanley cup). I also want (and need) him to speak up against genocide. He's got an anarchy tattoo. Have some balls. He'd get good press from it too and kudos from his target group and the gp. I also need him to tease us more. I want something he's got in the works to look forward too, something not stunt related. Is he signing up for Soccer aid again? Is he doing a big interview? Post some lyrics on twitter. Engage us. Make things exciting and encourage a positive environment. It's not that hard to improve things tbh. The bar is that low.

[s-creations]

Never Mess With a Warrior’s Emotions

Macaque gets a little more than he bargained for when he agreed to face a possessed Wukong head on. 

( I put it in the tags, but just a warning here as well. There are moments of unwanted touching at the beginning of this story. It's not that severe, but I don't know how to tag it other than that. )

Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid       Rating: Teen and Up Audiences         Relationships: Shadowpeach, SunWukong/Macaque,       Warnings/Additional Tags: Other characters are mentioned, be warned, there is unwanted touching at the beginning of this, don’t know how else to word it, possession, hurt/comfort, happy ending, if i need additional tags let me know

The plan was pretty straight forward. Or as straight forward as it can get dealing with a skeleton demon. All Macaque was worried about was his part. Keeping Wukong distracted enough for MK to get the staff. Simple. But the Shadow Warrior knew it was easier said than done. Wukong was holding himself back for the kid’s sake when they’d first fought all those months ago. In talking with MK, he and Nezha also came to the realization how strong Wukong truly was. Almost winning against the Lady Bone Demon, before…

 Macaque shook his head. Now was not the time to worry about that, he couldn’t change the past. He had to focus on getting MK to the top of that mech as fast as possible. Clearing his head to prepare himself for the soon-to-begin fight between him and the newly possessed Wukong. 

 “Come on kid!” The Shadow Warrior called out from the opened van door. MK gave one last look to his companions before joining Macaque. Both transforming to birds and taking to the sky. 

 Just as they thought, getting the staff back from Lady Bone Demon’s hold was not going to be that easy. MK was just barely able to dodge Wukong’s first attack, Macaque able to catch the kid before he was quite literally blown off the mech. Hiding behind sarcasm and smooth words, Macaque’s heart raced seeing Wukong take a fighting stance. He gave the call and MK responded, dashing forward, appearing to be making an attempt for the staff again. Macaque held off for as long as he could before blocking the attack meant for MK.

 Even just standing there, holding the other monkey back, was a struggle. Macaque knowing he had a task ahead of him. “Alright MK…I hope that staff is worth it!”

 He flung both himself and Wukong back. Holding back a wince as his back connected hard with the cold metal. Pushing away the (self-inflicted) pain to kick Wukong off and knocking the golden monkey further from MK. Every hit seemed to actually send shockwaves through Macaque’s body. The black furred monkey knew that Wukong wasn’t using his full strength at this point. Which just made the feeling even more worrisome. 

 “Why isn’t he fighting with his full strength? Is he just…toying with me?” Macaque growled as he went to deliver his first hit. Shocked when he actually connected, sending Wukong into the mountain side. “Maybe…she’s spread further than I originally thought? If she’s unable to get Wukong to actually fight me, then-”

 That thought quickly ended when a chill traveled up Macaque’s back. Just registering that Wukong was right there before he was slammed into the ground. The possessed being following closely to pin the Shadow Warrior to the ground. 

 Macaque struggled, which only caused Wukong to press down harder. “L-Let…me go!”

 No reply, the golden monkey didn’t even move. Continuing to stare down at his trapped prey. The Shadow Warrior growled, snapping at the Great Sage. “What, did you break? Do something! Hey lady, did your toy break! Why aren’t you-”

 “Macaque?”

 The black-furred monkey almost swallowed his tongue he’d stopped talking so fast. Wide eyes stared up at Wukong. Noting the other’s face had softened considerably, the harsh glare no longer in place. His eyes still held a lingering bit of blue, but Macaque could see flickers of gold showing on occation. Even with these changes, Wukong made no move, still keeping the Shadow Warrior pinned. Macaque had his guard up.

 “Wukong…haven’t heard your voice in awhile. How are you feeling?”

 “...Amazing.”

 “I- Really? That’s a little hard to believe.” 

 “Our Lady has taken away all my pain.”

 Macaque faltered at that. “Is…that so. What pain would that be?”

 “My mistakes, the faults that rested on my shoulder, they’re no longer mine. My mind’s been freed from those burdens, I no longer think of them.”

 “...How thoughtful…and what of MK? Pretty sure that kid’s dealing with what you left behind. You really want that resting on your shoulders.”

 “MK…” Wukong laughed, but it wasn’t the sound Macaque remembered. It wasn’t warm and inviting. It was quiet and cold. “MK will join us soon enough! Our Lady is a kind individual, she’ll allow us to live on as her soldiers-”

 “Wukong, this isn’t you! Stop talking like this, you know what the Lady Bone Demon is capable of, she’s not going to let any of us live.”

 “Our Lady-”

 “Stop saying that,” Macaque growled, “I don’t work for her.”

 “But you do, your debt has not been repaid. You still have much work to do, My Shadow.” 

 Macaque felt the air get sucked from his lungs. Eyes widening, from shock or fear he couldn’t tell, as he stared up at Wukong. He hadn’t heard that name in so long. Heart hammering with joy upon hearing it once more, but he crushed that feeling quickly. “Don’t…call me that.”

 “I thought you liked it when I did?”

 “This isn’t you.”

 “Come with me, My Precious Shadow.”

 “Stop talking.”

 “Our Lady can take away your pain.”

 “Please stop…”

 “We can be together again, after so many centuries.”

 Macaque had his eyes shut, breathing deeply trying to keep himself together. The words were so soft, so welcoming, but he knew they were empty. The Lady Bone Demon must have dug into Wukong’s memories, found out about their…past lives. Using that as some sort of sick leverage against him. But he wasn’t going to fall for it. He wasn’t. Wukong wouldn’t even look his way, let alone say those things. Not now, not after everything they’ve been through.

 He flinched, feeling a hand cup his face. Macaque realized that one of his own hands was free. Taking advantage, he let out a growl as he threw a punch. But it never made contact. Wukong caught it easily and pinned it down once more. Moving to have both pinned by one of the golden’s own. 

 Macaque attempted to turn away from the gentle touches. Shivering weakly, knowing he didn’t want this, but it had been so long…

“I’ve missed you, My Shadow.”

 Macaque responded by trying to bite at the hand. Missing and being given a harsh slap. Head ringing from the sudden impact, he couldn’t fight back as a hand gripped the back of his head. Macaque hissing as he attempted to move, legs digging into the dirt. He let out a noise of complaint as lips harshly clashed into his. Shivering, in disgust and pleasure, as Wukong’s tongue was forced into Macaque’s mouth. Thinking quickly, the black-furred monkey bit down hard. 

 Wukong pulled back quickly. Glaring down at Macaque as he spat blood onto the dirt. “My patience is running thin.”

 “You try that again and I’ll bite it off. I don’t care if you’re possessed.”

 “But I’m giving you what you’ve wanted for so long. Haven’t you missed me? I have…I’ve missed you so much.” 

 “Stop talking, this isn’t you Wukong!” 

 “You were always fearful of opening up, weren’t you? Afraid I would hurt you…that I would leave.”

 “You did, you did leave me! You left me for dead, you never came back for me!” Macaque held his tongue, wanting to shout this, but knowing it would affect nothing. He twitched, shutting his eyes tightly as he felt lips pressed against his cheeks. Wukong slowly moved down to nip and kiss at the Shadow Warrior’s neck, who couldn’t help but shiver. “Stop this…”

 “I’ve missed you so much. Everything about you-”

 “S-Stop…”

 “Holding you close, our quiet conversations at night, talking about our future together.”

 “Please stop.”

 “You always made the most adorable chirps when I was able to take you by surprise. You were clingy, I wasn’t able to go anywhere without you following…but I loved that. Because it made me feel like you’d always stay with me.”

 “Wukong…”

 “Don’t you want that back? I do, I want you here with me, by my side once more. Please Macaque…let me love you again.”

 The words were sweet, but dripped into his ear like poison. Macaque wasn’t sure if it was left over magic that the Lady Bone Demon had over him. Or if his wanting heart was being won over by the sweet, empty promises. But it didn’t matter how hard Macaque tried to pull back, he felt himself losing. 

 Macaque didn’t fight back this time when he was pulled into another kiss. Didn’t shy away from the gentle touches that graced his cheek and neck. When his hands were released, instead of pushing the other away, he instead pulled Wukong close. Their tails wrapped together as they pressed closer. 

 Macaque was falling hard once again. That harsh voice of telling him to stop, stop this, this is wrong! was continually pushed further back. Seeming to ignore the chilled air that had begun to enter his lungs the more this continued. His racing thoughts started to quiet down. 

 All he needed to focus on were the gentle whispers from another.

 Focus on the comfort from the other, the warmth (chill) coming from Wukong. 

 Allow himself to sink further into the calm quiet…

 Macaque’s ear twitched hearing a cry sound a distance away. It…sounded familiar. Where had he heard it before? The ground shook, pulling the Shadow Warrior further out of his stupor. He was doing something important…something to do with…

 Another cry sounded and this time, Macaque knew where he’d heard that from. “MK.”

 “It’ll be alright, My Shadow, he’ll join us soon.” Wukong’s voice sounded wrong, a tinge of her voice coming through. 

 “No…No, this is wrong- Get off me! Stop this, Wukong, stop letting her use you like this!” Macaque reached up to swipe, landing an attack over the Great Sage’s left eye. Wukong let out a cry of pain as he stumbled back. Cradling the injured eye that was freely bleeding. Macaque was back on his feet just as fast, breathing heavily as he attempted to regain his focus. Mind still holding a little bit of fog. 

 Wukong let out a low, warning growl as he pulled his hands away. Three clean claw marks running over his eye, but thankfully not enough for it to be lost. The golden monkey let out a soft laugh. One that made Macaque’s fur stand on end. “Oh…My Precious Shadow… An eye for an eye, is that where we are now? How poetic…”

 “I’m not falling for this again. MK needs my help and-” Macaque let out a gasp as a hand was instantly wrapped around his neck. Clawing desperately at it as he tried to suck air into his lungs. 

 “You lost your chance at a given path. One where your end would have been far less painful.” Wukong had fallen quiet, stoic once more. Instead, Lady Bone Demon’s voice was the only thing heard. Echoing in Macaque’s head. “I gave you what you’ve longed for the most. I simpler time where it was just the two of you-”

 “You can’t erase centuries of…of turmoil with just a few simple words,” Macaque hissed back, “I know better than that.” 

 “...Then you shall suffer, just as the rest of them.”

 ____________________

 The day was won. 

 The city was in ruin, there was a pile of scrap metal lying around the mountain range, and there’s a lot of physical/mental/emotional damage to deal with. But right now, all were content to just enjoy their food in peace. MK was clearly exhausted, dark shadows under his eyes, but was smiling widely. Content with the people surrounding him. Mei and Redson were practically glued to each other’s side, the demon teen going so far as to rest his head on the dragon teen’s shoulders. Nezha, the being covered in the most wrappings while sitting around the fire, was content to just watch and listen while everyone celebrated. The child, once possessed by Lady Bone Demon, had color returning to her cheeks, a wide smile resting on her face.

 All were gathered around the warmth of the campfire. All…except for two. 

 Macaque couldn’t speak on behalf of Wukong, but the Shadow Warrior wasn’t feeling much for being social. His mind and heart were still heavy, not wanting to share his experiences during the final fight. As far as anyone was concerned, he’d held his own against the possessed Monkey King long enough to weaken the hold over him to allow Wukong to break free. They didn’t need to know of his…slip up.

 So he’d taken to a nearby tree, hidden by the leaves as he ate. Content with just watching the group below him. His own bowl had been finished only a few minutes after being given. Resting at the base of the tree he now sat in. He’d return it later, but he just wanted to remain in his hideaway for a few moments longer.

 In the back of his mind, a nagging voice told him that he should be out looking for Wukong. The golden monkey had disappeared the moment everyone was accounted for and settled in. Macaque wasn’t even sure if the other had grabbed food before fleeing. But the Shadow Warrior wasn’t comfortable with finding Wukong. His stomach still churned and his head hurt thinking about the other monkey. 

 However, he wasn’t going to get his way that evening. No more than a few minutes after having this thought did MK appear. Knocking on the tree while he stood at the base of it. Macaque let out a sigh before dropping down, offering a tight smirk. “What’s up kid?”

 “Um, so, you have good hearing, right?”

 That was…a strange question. But Macaque played it off. “Sure do. Missing something?”

 “I was going to ask if you could find Monkey King.” MK was looking away towards the surrounding forest, missing the way Macaque winced. The black furred monkey’s tail swishing anxiously. “I haven’t seen him and…and I’m really worried.” 

 “You gonna talk to him? I can search him out pretty-”

 “I was actually hoping you could talk to him? Please?” 

 Macaque faltered at that. “Me? I…don’t think that’d be a good idea kid. You know the Great Sage and I…”

 “You worked together, just now! You helped me get him back,” Macaque felt his skin crawl at that, “You…You know him better than I do. And…”

 “And? Come on kid, you’re not really making that good of an argument here.”

 “...I’m afraid to be around him right now.” Macaque was thankful for his sharp hearing because MK barely spoke, barely opened his mouth. The teen appeared like his age now. Arms crossed over himself, looking away fully from the monkey now. Looking…small.

 Of course…of course the kid would still be feeling the effects of everything they’d been forced to face. It would probably be a long time before MK could look at his mentor and not think back to all the moments he was almost handed his end by the person he looked up to. To the person he cared about and who cared about him in return. To have that trust and comfort shattered…

 Well, let’s just say Macaque knew what MK was feeling. Even if the monkey’s fall out was far more damaging. 

 “Okay, fine, I’ll go find the missing Sage. Make sure he hasn’t run off again.”

 Wrong thing to say, regretting it the moment he saw MK wince. But it was wiped away and replaced with a wide smile. “Thanks Macaque.”

 “Yeah, yeah, just get back with the rest of your little family. And get some more to eat, you’re looking skinny.”

 MK replied back by sticking out his tongue, dodging a playful swipe from the other, and grabbing the discarded bowl before running back to the group. 

 With that matter settled, Macaque made his way into the forest. Once he knew he was hidden well in the foliage, he let the glamour fall away. Six ears, each a color of magenta, blue, and green respectfully, twisted and turned. Fluttering as they sought out a familiar sound. One he’d heard plenty of times before. 

 Macaque perked up, ears facing towards the steady beat of a heart. Eyes opened as he followed the strong sound. Passing through the planets easily as he made his way closer. He eventually found himself nearing a river bank. The soothing sound of the running water unable to drown out the steady beating. Resting at the edge, back facing Macaque, was Wukong. The heavy armor off, sleeves from the undergarments had been torn off and were now crumpled next to the golden monkey. 

 Even from a distance, there was a heaviness to Wukong’s stance. Shoulders slumped, unaware of his surroundings. Macaque didn’t even see an ear twitch when he drew closer. In the rippling water was the reflection of the Great Sage. Looking tired, golden eyes not holding their normal luster for life, Wukong seemed to be glaring at that version of himself. Not looking up as Macaque sat next to him. The silence stretched on between them. 

 “...Do you remember the first time we met?” Macaque voiced quietly, eyes landing on Wukong’s reflection. “You were…being an idiot. Even before your abilities, you were a bleeding heart. Keeping younger ones safe from some predator… I had to step in because you took on way more than you could deal with… I think that’s what I was drawn to. You doing what you thought was right, no matter the consequences… Heh, probably why we got into so many fights with other people.”

 “Is this supposed to be a pep talk.” Wukong growled out, now glaring at the water. 

 “Eh, kind of. More of I didn’t like the quiet. Kind of weird to not have you talking my ears off.”

 “What do you want Macaque?”

 “Nothing, really. Truth be told I’m only out here looking for you because the kid wanted me to.”

 That caused a reaction. Wukong’s gaze broke away from his reflection to look at Macaque’s, worry and fear weighing heavily in his eyes. “Is MK alright?”

 “He’s been better, we all have. But if you’re so concerned, you could go talk to him.”

 “...I can’t…not right now anyway.” 

 “Okay, fair. Nice fashion statement by the way.” 

 “I felt constricted.” 

 “Fair part two.” Macaque’s ears twitched as they fell quiet. Really hating how much Wukong wasn’t acting like…well, like Wukong. The Monkey King was loud and boisterous. This quiet was alarmingly unnerving, Macaque feeling jitter from it. “So, crazy past few days right? Who could have guessed it, right? Better be happy you found a successor that could handle a lot. Fast thinker and quiet the man of words, when the situation calls for it. Did you know that-”

 Macaque faltered when Wukong gave a harsh sob. Arms wrapping around himself and he bowed, forehead almost touching the muddied ground. The Shadow Warrior panicking, hands hovering nervously over the distraught form. “Wukong? Hey, this- are you okay? Did I say something? Was honestly just trying to lighten the mood. Figured you’d be happy to hear how MK did-”

 “I saw everything.” Wukong choked out, clawing at his arms. 

 “...Wukong.”

 “I saw everything and I couldn’t stop myself. It was like I was chained up in my own mind and my actions were displayed to me like some movie. I came so close, so many times, to killing MK. It had taken everything to not land those blows. Every time I held back, she whispered how soft I’d become, how weak. Telling me that if I really cared, I would be able to break free.”

 “You did.”

 “Yeah, eventually! But I’d done so much damage already! I betrayed Mei, I hurt Redson in hopes of keeping MK safe. As if damaging one would make sure I could spare the kid. And MK…jeez, MK. Whatever trust that had been left before I left was gone. He wouldn’t even look at me during the final fight. Not that I could blame him… Why would you even want to give a passing glance to someone who tried to kill him so many times?”

 “...That wasn’t you Wukong, you know that.”

 “It doesn’t make it hurt any less… I keep thinking that, maybe if I had reached out before, asked for help when I could, it wouldn’t have turned out like this. That MK wouldn’t be hurt. That everyone could trust me. …That my secrets could still lie with me.”

 Macaque perked up at that. “Secrets?”

 Wukong laughed weakly. “Don’t act coy… She made me spill my heart to you.” 

 The Shadow Warrior swallowed hard, facing away slightly. “...I thought…she was just… I thought it was just a ploy to lower my defenses. To try and bring me back to her side.”

 “I think that was the original idea. Then she found my deeper thoughts and just…she made me say everything I’d hope to say to you one day. You know, when we weren’t at each other’s throats.” Wukong trailed off, still hunched over. 

 Macaque clenched his fists, suddenly torn by what’s been said. “...You’re saying this as if I’ve forgiven you.”

 “I don’t expect you to forgive me, that wasn’t the point. I know I played everything off. What happened between us. What I’d…done. But I wanted you to know that I felt grief, every day, since I lost you. Losing you hurt more than anything I had felt before and I knew there was no coming back from it. The first time my actions…made me feel sick.” 

 “I was trying to save you.”

 “I didn’t…want to be rescued.”

 Macaque’s head snapped over quickly. “What the hell? You were being tortured-”

 “I was being disciplined.”

 “Wukong-”

 “You said it yourself, I did things without thought no matter the consequences. Not everything I did was for the right reasons and I think I knew that. After the mountain…I wanted to change. I knew I had to change or else I would become something I hated. When you…tried to pull me back, when you tricked my companions, I was angry.”

 “And I got the brunt of all that anger.”

 “...Yes.”

 Macaque huffed, looking back to the river. He allowed a moment's pause before continuing. “Being alone for so long, it gave me time to think. When I approached you, it was for selfish reasons. I had the front of freeing you and it was true. But…I also missed you. And when I heard you were off on this adventure, that you were free, and you didn’t think to even find me… I was crushed. It felt like I had been just tossed aside. So, I guess I also lashed out because of anger too.”

 “Heh…guess we really were meant for each other.”

 “The sun and the moon.”

 Wukong laughed softly. “I remember that story… It was one of my favorites.” 

 “Because it starred you.”

 “And you too! Don’t just put this on me.” Wukong leaned over to gently push Macaque with a weak smile. To which the Shadow Warrior replied with a smirk. “...Do you think we could ever get back to where we once were?”

 “No…but that doesn’t mean we can reach for something new.” 

 “...Don’t get my hopes up Macaque.”

 “Then don’t act like you’re the only one who wants this.” Macaque felt his cheeks warm up, pointedly turning away, feeling Wukong’s eyes on him. “Don’t make it weird-”

 “You loooove me.”

 “Don’t you dare-”

 “You caaaaare about me.”

 “Wukong, I will take it back-”

 “You woooorry about m-” Wukong let out a small ‘mmph!’ when lips pressed against him. Shock wearing off and he desperately kissed back. Uncaring as he was moved away from the bank. Being laid down, Macaque now positioned over him, never breaking away. When the other pulled back, Wukong opened his eyes again. Letting out a small laugh. “Your ears…I haven’t seen them in so long.” 

 “Well, had to find you somehow.” Was the simple reply. But he didn’t argue when hands reached up to scratch behind both sets, unable to hold back a purr. 

 “So cute!”

 “Stop being weird…”

 Wukong only let out a laugh, nuzzling under Macaque’s chin before initiating another kiss. 

 The sun had started to disappear when the two returned to the camp. Trying to appear casual as they left the foliage. Wukong was immediately filled with an excited teen, MK beaming as he wrapped his arm around his mentor. Who faltered, but eventually returned the gesture. “...Hey bud.”

 “Hi Monkey King, you okay?”

 “Yeah…just a little lost in my head. Nothing that you need to worry about. Although I’m sure you’re going to, no matter what I do.”

 “You know me well.” MK pulled away, beaming up at the other. Laughing as his hair was ruffled. Batting away Wukong’s hands playfully. He stepped back, eyes landing on something on the ground with a brow raised. “So…did you two talk?”

 “Yeah…there are a few things that I need to work out. But I’m feeling better.” 

 “Ooooh, we can tell!” Mei called out, giggling furiously behind her hand.

 Wukong looked confused, turning back to MK. Who merely pointed to something between the two monkeys. The teen holding back laughter by biting his lower lip. When looking down, Wukong felt his face flush up, fur puffing out. At some point, his and Macaque’s tails had wrapped around each other. Swaying between the two easily. 

 “Um…so, we can explain-”

 “Oh Wukong!” The Monkey King stumbled as Macaque practically collapsed against him, The Shadow Warrior seeming to have swooned. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me!”

 “Macaque, I swear to everything-”

 “A confession in the forest would have been a lot more romantic.”

 “Get off me!”

 “You were always so bad at timing- Mmph!”

 “Ewww! Get a room you two, bleh!”

 “Kid, you’ve seen Tang and I kiss plenty of times. Calm down.”

 “Pigsy, don’t just say that out loud!”

 “Do you peasants not know the meaning of privacy?”

 “Oooh, this is so much more scandalous!”

[stcrforged]

HEADCANON - MICHELLE'S MUTATION & ABILITIES

teleportation: unlike many teleporters, michelle doesn't need coordinates or images to move from one place to another. she can also teleport very long distances without any trouble. however, it's rather exhausting for her to teleport several people. it's harder to teleport longer distances when there's more than her and another. her teleportation abilities consumes a lot of energy when she teleports more than one. she becomes rather hungry and will eat a lot. teleporting too much might also give her migraine.

thanks to her ability, michelle has never needed to fight. she doesn't even likes to fight and would be terrfied, needing to actually end someone's life. when her life is in danger, she often teleports on instinct and in those moments she rarely knows where to go, so she will end up somewhere randomly. it can be very risky, but it has also saved her countless times. red and black smoke which smells like sulfur appears when she teleports and it's rather noisy.

time manipulation: she has accidentally stopped time on a few occations. strong emotions such as fear or love are usually involved when this happens. however, this power does not come without a price. when she tries top stop time, it feels as if the whole universe, time itself, rests on her shoulders. it's heavy and damaging, destroying her. it starts with a bleeding nose and smaller injuries to harming vital organs. it gets worse the longer she stops time. depending on the universe - she gets a special belt from forge which actually helps her quite a lot with her time manipulation abilities. she can stop time without getting completely destroyed. she can also slow down time, speed it up and travel through time. michelle has read too much abot the butterfly effect so she will promptly refuse if anyone asks her to travel through time. time manipulation is very hard to control for her. it's difficult to control several objects or enemies and large areas.

decelerated aging - michelle ages slower than the average person. this is not something she can control. she ages normally until her thirties. she won't know that she has this ability until she notices how those around her becomes older, but she still looks the same. she doesn't age as slowly as mystique but if nothing horrible happens, she can live until she becomes around 200 years old.

others:

night vision: michelle can see in the dark without any problems up to 60 feet. her eyes glows when it's dark.

prehensile tail: allowing him to grab onto objects with relative ease

mutation: michelle has three toes on each foot. two forward-facing toes and a larger backward-facing toe. this allows her to grip better with her feet. ears are pointy and her skin is red. unlike nightcrawler, she doesn't have fur. she also have fangs and long black nails. her eyes are completely yellow. has a two headed prehensile tail.

[godstaff]

If you have one. Who’s your favorite Batgirl? Mine would be Cassandra Cain. For 3 reasons:

1] She’s capable of kicking Bruce’s ass in a fight. And has on multiple occasions.

2] She’s the only member of the Batfamily to have been with a member of the Superman family

3] She’s the only member of the Batfamily whose smart enough to not leave any part of her body exposed

Hi. I understand your reasons to like her, but, to me, they made her too much of a weirdo.

I, personally, stick with the original, Babs. She seemed to have a legitimate reason to become Batgirl. She had the presence of mind to continue the fight as Oracle when she got crippled. I'll never get the point of making her put back the cowl on.

It seems to me that

Batsofans like their members of the Batsofamily the weirder and crazier the better.

The only way they have to interact with the Supers is to humiliate them showing they are superior. I remember Cassandra fighting and defeating Supergirl on several occations. Just because.

3. All of them bounced back from death or disability to return even better than before, showing none or very little consequences. Admittedly, that's a common occurrence in superhero comics, but Batsofamily seems to have the monopoly of it. 4. Barbara and Dick were the only to have develop throughout the decades, but writers tend to hinder that and put a heavy boot on them to stop it. Seems also batsofans like their characters to remain static and always the same.

All this introducing new characters with the same name made sense when the old one died or retired. But, since the batsofamily members always return, it makes it pointless.

Batso might as well open a recruiting center to new members. I hope with the apparition of the Incubus, Damian the heir, the revolving door of Robins shut definitely. Not with Batgirls: there will be a lot more.

[starswallowingsea]

Song rec: Eli Geva by Moddi

From the description of the official video on youtube:

Eli Geva was an officer serving in the Israeli Defence Force. During the siege of Beirut in 1982, he refused to lead his troops into the city because of what he termed the “excessive killing of civilians”. Shortly after he was dismissed from the army, and remains to this day a name associated with insubordination in the IDF.

Later that year, the Norwegian folk singer Birgitte Grimstad was invited to do a tour around Israel. She brought with her a new song about Eli Geva’s decision. The song, however, was not welcome everywhere. On several occations, the organisers of the concerts asked for it to be removed from the set. On the concert in Jerusalem, even the Norwegian ambassador made it clear that he would leave the room if the song was played.

32 years later, early 2014, I chose to cancel my concert in Tel Aviv. A few days went by, then I received an email from Birgitte. Attached to the email was the story about Eli Geva, the song, and about her experiences with it. At the bottom of the document was the text, as it had been penned down by Richard Burgess in 1982.

Beautiful song and unfortunately still relevant 9 years after this even. Definitely recommend a list

[caramellody]

OKAY FINE I'LL TALK ABOUT DR AU:

(Fair warning Danganronpa for those who might not know basically handles the concept of basically being locked up and forced to kill one another, which especially in this iteration is, something particularly disturbing so this is your warning right from the get-go)

The general premise of the TMNT Danganronpa au is basically what it says on the tin. a DR au with the turtles, which if youve played any of the games or encounted even a fangan, the idea of having that premise WITH the different iterations of the same 4 folks is. a concept.

The general POV follows Rise!Donnie, who lacks any memories of how he wound up where he is with the occational slip into 2012!Mikey POV because lord knows we need some levity in these trying times.

Monokuma (because of course, it'd still be monokuma) basically dragged the 87, 03, 12, and Rise turtles in one place and fores them to kill each other which, for some is already awkard enough sonce they already knoe each other (i.e the 87 turtles in relation to theb03 and 12 turtles) but then theres the rise turtles who are JUST now finding out that theres a whole multiverse that exists.

At First things are fine, the rise turtles are learning more about their other iterations and said others are meeting some counterparts that arent just the 87 turtles for the first time.

Durring this time, theres quite a few obvious groups that naturally kind of just. form

1. First off and most obviously all the Leos. Raphs, Donnies and Mikeys basically hit it off right from the get go. For different reasons but they all have a general appreciation for the counter part as well as just the common goal of getting out of here

2. 12!Mikey is trying REALLY hard to connect with Rise!Donnie and the crux of this au is basically their dynamic shifts as the story goes on.

Theres obviously a lot more small grouos that kind of form but these two typically are like. the BIG ones at keast early on.

All of them also wear collars on their neck which were placed before getting there and basically serve as a bomb in order to keep them in check as WELL as a shakle in order to dampen the rise turtles ninpō in particular (they can theoretically still use it but its severely nerfed and actually puts a strain on them).

Even when they all insist no one would stoop as low as it is to actually kill each other, it DOES eventually happen, and it KEEPS happening, and it both figuratively and literally tears them all apart.

[ifindus]

what countries have you been to?

I've been to a fair share of countries actually 😅 Counting Norway it's 21 countries. I contemplated drawing them, but it would've been too many and taken too much time. So here's a list instead:

Norway Sweden Denmark Iceland England Scotland France Germany Spain Netherlands Poland Czechia Austria Hungary Italy Turkey Greece (Crete) Cyprus Canada USA Ghana

They're mostly European countires and many I've been to on several occations, but I'm still missing a few. I love travelling though, so I'd like to visit more in other parts of the world as well.

[ruvi-muffin]

Okay but real question tho

In american superhero cartoons (which lovm is) women have lips and men don't. I get that having that gender signifier can be useful but like...

C2 has So Many nb characters. I wonder how they'll get around that ?? Either men need to have lips on occation or women need to not have lips on occation to detangle it as a gender thing at all. OR noone has lips and it's just a makeup thing (like on atla).

Ruvi having character design thoughts? Several years ahead of time probably??

More likely than you think tbh

[max-the-many]

Start here:

'body a day' #12: six:

#1

I immediately grabbed my neighbors phone and took some pictures, injoying the process, even ran through his closet, trying on several pieces of cloth, underwear, ending up with quite a bunch of nudes, handling a raging boner pretty much the moment I started.

But I was focused, didn't get to much into injoying this body more than the occational stroke, feeling those muscles, flexing infront of the mirror, creating a pretty substantial yet very fun-forward profile on one of those obvious apps.

Didn't take long for responses when I was ready, but I took my time, scralled the plethora of dudes until I found Pedro, or at least that was the name of his profile, flexing on his first pic with a pretty tempting gaze.

Choice was made - I wanted him!

So I sent a message, didn't hold back at all and after not thatuch of a chat he agreed on coming over, seemingly as excited as I was, probably on mildly different behalf.

It felt so natural yet strange. I would never in a thousand years have acted like that days ago, inhabiting my own body, living my own life, overthinking everything!

And I even took it further, opening the door when he rang less than half an hour later wearing nothing but a devilish smile.

Turned out that was a perfect match, leaving his gaue wander down to my dangling tool, crossing the doorstep, pushing me back to the oposite wall while the door crashed close. And I was all for it, diving into his kisses, feeling his body while undressing him, more and more circling around the thought of feeling it out of his very own perspective. And I pushed, pulled, feeling his desire, searching for that moment in mine, that feeling in my chest, my whole body, that energy, that orb bursting out, offering yet another realm.

In a storm of impressions I longed for that sensation, feeling him, feeling... something between us, inmidst our lust, our waves of extasy and I felt something, even hightening the feeling of bodily pleasures, raging through the rooms, just like some light could emmit in any moment up until we bursted in deep groans before we fell onto eachother, sweating, exhausted, filled with pulsing energy yet I was lost in a state of hunting after that energy, leading to him in a totally different way.

As stormy as he entered before, he eventually turned to me for a kiss before leaving, hardly really noticed by me. I was in my head, my body, trying to find that way, that trigger. It was there! Was it? It was possible! I felt it! Literally pushing against the surface, against this body, craving to get out, to get more, to get... Pedro.

It felt so close!

So it didn't take long until I grabbed the phone again...

[alarrytale]

I have an unpopular opinion that unlike most ppl I dont think it's know in industry that louis is gay and he is with harry. Few might suspect it but I don't think it's a well know fact. especially post hiatus and babygate. I think any closet which includes babygate is an iron closet and not a glass one like Harry's. Also louis stunting with Sofie when he coincidentally had to attend some parties in LA makes me think his stunts are also meant for industry. Like el used to be at x-factor shootings. and that's why I feel he loves touring so much. except the one la show that's the only part of his job where he is completely free without any bullshit attached.

Hi! It depends on which part of the industry i guess. During 1D HL was all over each other backstage. They knew it would be kept within the industry because of NDAs and a code of silence. Industry people want to keep their jobs and they know all about fakery, hinding the gay, twisted image protrayals and PR stunts. The industy is very gossipy within the industry, and there are several 'worst kept secrets' everyone knows about. I don't think HL hides within the industry.

The Sofie stunt was so quick and i think it served two purposes (1) to confirm the end of elounor (2) to promote his documentary. I don't think Louis is stunting for the industry to believe it. What is he gaining from that? E being at txf was to show that their relationship was organic. There were hundreds of fans present. People used that argument all the time 'she/he wouldn't be there if it wasn't real'. ie. when she went to jays wedding or when louis went to her graduation. There were just so many people who didn’t buy it that they had to stunt on occations like that for it to seem somewhat believable.

[fugengulsen]

George Clemons grew up in Virginia (Southern USA). During the 60's he moved up to New York and started singing in clubs in Harlem. In 1965 he performed several times at the legendary Apollo Theatre with Don Covay. George sang background vocals on the Don Covay single "Have Mercy". After leaving Don Covay and the Good-Timers, George started his solo career as King George. He recorded "Drive on James" with part of the Ray Charles Band including Bernard "Pretty" Purdie on drums. About this time George was going around jamming in small clubs (Smalls Paradise, Harlem etc.) with among others the King Curtis Band The Kingpins. On one of those occations, George met Jimi Hendrix. At the time Jimi had left the Isley Brothers and Little Richard. Jimi was playing on and off with King Curtis and Curtis Knight during that period. Jimi and George hung out quite a bit. Together they saw the Mc Coys; George once jammed with Jimi, together with drummer Jimmi Castor (later of Castor Bunch "fame"; George was also present when the Rolling Stones came to see Jimi perform in New York City on 2 July 1966 after the Stones concert at Forest Hills Stadium. Scandinavian agents heard King George and offered him a contract to come to Europe to sing with an all-black soul band, called the Harlem Kiddies. They arrived in Stockholm in 1966 for three months but ended up touring around two years instead. At that time Chas Chandler brought Jimi to England. George was proud of the fact that he did have a contract, while Jimi didn't. Later, of course, it turned out that Jimi did a lot better than him. Jimi and George ran into each other in Scandinavia, where the Harlem Kiddies warmed up for Jimi Hendrix. George met Jimi again when the Experience played in Copenhagen (21 May 1967). George had two bands during the period: the Harlem Kiddies (playing R&B) and the King George Discovery (playing more psychedelic stuff). After that, George met Jimi a few times in Sweden. George claims that he wasn't too found of Noel Redding, but liked Mitch Mitchell a lot more. George also knew Buddy Miles from his Wilson Pickett period, and also met Billy Cox. When George asked Billy where he came from Billy answered, "we're a band of Gypsies, we come from everywhere

[eisthenameofme]

I'm in an area with a tornado watch (not warning yet, just the right conditions for it to form in the area), and it's like exactly my favorite weather out now, and a very warm temperature which i also prefer when it's overcast or rainy. I had to walk between where I live and the house I'm housesitting pets at before the storm hit in earnest and the sun was setting through the clouds and a probably-severe storm is setting in so the sky was green-yellow and everything felt surreal and it wasn't raining at all yet, but there was very occational lightning and thunder. I'm sitting in the back porch of the house and it's just barely started raining and it's getting very dark and there's this very gorgeous branching lightning i can't get a good picture of.